A/N: Umm, there might be some discrepancy about Luke's height as compared to Keilana's, I now realize, but I cannot find it. Partially because I am too lazy and partially because I can't remember if I defined if Lukie-boy is taller than Keilana or not. Well, despite what I might have said earlier, I'm changing it in this chapter.
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Tides of the Game




Hand-to-hand combat. If there was one thing she had picked up from her father, this was it. Her lithe form allowed her a great deal of flexibility and she was far quicker than she looked, being tall as she was.

When the words first slipped out of Luke Skywalker's mouth, Keilana's heart skipped a beat. She had been relatively quick at picking up the other things he taught, but there was nothing that she was familiar with. Not until now, that is. It was meant to test her skills and manoeuvrability and to see how well she could defend herself.

At first Keilana had been a little reluctant to show what she could do, but there was no harm in it, right? She was a mystery and certain things would have to slip, and she knew it would all come crashing down eventually. However, this was only a friendly spar and anyone could be talented in hand-to-hand combat, could they not?

Despite her slight hesitations, Keilana changed into a pair of fitted pants and a fitted tank top, both black. She also put on a pair of small gloves with thick padding over her knuckles, and a piece of head gear to protect her ears and head. Glancing at her boots, she shook her head and walked out of the locker room barefoot and into the training arena. There were several groups of Jedi around, many already sparring, with Luke Skywalker in the middle like a sort of sun, the sparring Jedi arranged around him like planets.

Making her way across the floor, Keilana smiled at Luke as she approached. Even without her boots on, she was about his height, if not a little taller. She had always imagined the great Jedi master as a tall man, but he really was not.

Are you ready, Key? Luke asked in greeting.

What would make you think otherwise? She asked, a large smile spreading across her face. I just need a partner and a signal to go.

Well, I have a partner for you, Luke said looking over Keilana's shoulder. Turning to look in the same direction, Keilana's jaw almost dropped. Approaching them was Jaina Solo. She was wearing a pair of loose pants and a tight shirt with gloves and head gear like Keilana's.



None other, Luke said. Turning back to the Jedi master, Keilana noticed the wide smile on his face. Biting her tongue, Keilana kept her comment to herself.

Of all the people She rolled her eyes slightly and turned back to Jaina.

Looks like we'll be playing together for a little while, Solo, Keilana sneered. Jaina gave her an equally disgusted look before turning to her uncle.

I'm ready, Uncle Luke, she said, smiling. The disgusted look had only been seen by Keilana.

Luke nodded for the two of them to move to a circle painted on the mat. The two women stepped into it and faced each other. Remember, this is a friendly fight and is purely to test physical strength. No use of the Force is allowed.

Jaina's face seemed to fall, but she regained her expression quickly enough for Keilana to doubt her sight. Blinking once, she nodded her acknowledgement.

Very good then. You may begin when ready.

Of course, Master, Keilana and Jaina said in unison. They both slipped mouth guards over their upper teeth and ducked down into a ready position.

Keilana started to size up the shorter woman and, frankly, she was not too impressed. Jaina was fit, of course, and in very good shape, but she did not seem to be very flexible. Keilana could tell Jaina was doing the same thing, sizing her up that is, as they started to slowly circle each other. There was nothing in the Jedi's eyes that gave away what she was thinking and Keilana began to wonder what Jaina thought of her tall and seemingly too-thin build.

It was a few more moments before either one of them made a move. Jaina was the first to attack and her opponent easily dodged the first straight left. Jaina seemed surprised and even more so when Keilana ducked under the right hook that quickly followed to place a quick one-two combination under her opponents ribs. Taking in a sharp breath, Jaina stepped back and started looking at Keilana again.

Jaina's left leg shot through the air a moment later, which Keilana parried without so much as a bruise and countered with a quick roundhouse kick. Jaina ducked and moved to knock Keilana's legs from under her. Sensing this, Keilana jumped and spun around to land a kick against Jaina's shoulder. It worked. Jaina quickly got her feet under her and glared and Keilana.

The rest of the room had grown silent and the other training fights had stopped. They formed a sort of ring around Jaina and Keilana and several groaned as Keilana's kick made contact.

As soon as she had regained her balance, Jaina moved to attack again and this time Keilana was not quite quick enough. One punch landed against her ribs and the other on her shoulder. Grimacing against the pain, Keilana brought her hand up in a quick left hook and caught the Jedi in the chin before delivering another blow to Jaina's solar plexus. Jaina grunted before swinging around in a high roundhouse kick. Her foot brushed the top of Keilana's hair as she ducked and jumped back at the same time. Pushing forward and changing the direction of her momentum, Keilana launched toward Jaina in a flying side kick. Jaina fainted to the left and Keilana flew past. So as not to fall in an embarrassing way, Keilana rolled to the floor in a somersault and came up on her feet, facing Jaina. Unsure of what to do next, the two women slowly started to circle each other, both catching their breaths.

In the blink of an eye, Jaina started forward once again. It was her turn to come at Keilana with a flying sidekick, but, much to the amazement of the spectators and Jaina, Keilana did a back-handspring under the kick and caught Jaina in the back with her feet as she came around. Jaina went flying to the floor and rolled for a couple of seconds before standing up. The fall had shaken her and most of the audience could see it.

Keilana looked at Jaina, asking her with her eyes if she wanted to stop and the Jedi merely shook her head. She had too much pride to allow some woman off the streets to beat her up. So, in preparation, Keilana brought her hands up in fists and stood with her side to Jaina. She darted forward and Jaina blocked her punches, allowing only two to break through. Similarly, Jaina punched and kicked, landing a few here and there, while Keilana blocked and counterattacked.

They danced like this for a little while longer until Jaina stepped back once again to catch her breath. Keilana allowed her a moment or two before coming forward again. Though she was not surprised, the Jedi had an amazing amount of stamina.

Kick, block, attack, counterattack, duck, spin To the spectators, it was all quite a dizzying dance to watch as neither of the women seemed to slow with each new punch or kick.

Finally, spinning around in a kick that looked as if it would miss, Keilana caught Jaina solidly in the side of the face, sending her flying back to land with a thud on the mat. A gasp rose from the crowd and whispers started when Jaina did not move. However, it only took one whiff of smelly salts to rouse the female Jedi. Blinking and holding her head, Jaina sat up, glowering at Keilana. Shrugging, Keilana smiled softly and started to remove her helmet and gloves. Scowling even harder, Jaina attempted to stand up, but was quickly settled back down with her uncle's strong hand.

Settle down, Jaina, he said, kneeling next to his niece. She won fair and square and I'm going to stop the fight right now before either one of you end up dead.

Of course, Uncle, Jaina said after spitting out her mouth guard. It was painful to talk for her lower lip had swelled twice as large as it should have been. Looking up at Keilana, she watched her spit the mouth guard out into her hand and scowl at the blood that followed. The older woman's left eye was swelled shut and her split lower lip was dripping blood.

Good girl, Luke smiled, patting Jaina on the shoulder. She winced and could feel the bruise already forming.

The next stop for Luke was Keilana. He smiled at the woman before speaking.

That the fight was rather impressive, Key. If you don't mind me saying so, I certainly did not think you would win. That's one reason I put you up against Jaina. Frankly, I didn't want you dead. Luke paused for a moment and, over his left shoulder, Keilana could see Jaina's deepened scowl at her uncle's comment.

Well I thank you, Master, Keilana started before Luke could continue. I'm sure if I had fought Ganner, I would have been pulp now or worse.

Picking Ganner out in the crowd, she smirked. The large Jedi blushed slightly and turned away to talk to a man Keilana did not recognize. Or Jacen even. I appreciate you looking out for me.

Well, it certainly looks as if I won't have to look out for you any longer. At least when it comes to hand-to-hand combat, that is. A frown crossed Luke's forehead and Keilana just picked up on it. Something was not right. Had she gone too far?




Much later that night, long after the evening meal, Keilana was laying on her back in the middle of the floor. She was in her room with all of the lights dimmed with a rather large bag of ice over her left eye in hopes to make the swelling go down. Other bruises, ones she did not even know she had, were causing slight spasms of pain every time she moved to a new position and the larger ones just ached no matter how she lay. Sore muscles protested even the slightest movement as well.

Despite the pain she was in, Keilana was happy. She had beat up Jaina Solo. There was nothing that could dampen her mood for she had put that little brat into her place. Nodding slightly, a sharp twang of pain shot down her spine and Keilana stopped moving. After a few more minutes of not moving, Keilana tried to sit up. It seemed rather impossible, but she had to get up. She felt too gross to just lie there all night and, at the very least, she had to wash her hair.

Trying again, Keilana flipped herself onto her hands and knees and groaned at the pain. However, she did not stop. Getting her feet under her and straightening up, it was almost a relief to be standing. Her muscles did not ache quite so much, even after she started moving.

Slowly making her way across the room, Keilana turned the refresher's lights on low. Her one good eye was sensitive to the light and her bad eye was even worse, even though she could not see through it. Looking into the mirror, Keilana scowled at her face. Besides the swelled up eye, her other eye was black-and-blue. A large bruise graced her cheek and forehead while another one turned her chin red and black. The split in her lip had scabbed over, leaving her lip bruised as well.

Well, so much for a friendly fight, Keilana laughed roughly. Poking at her swelled up eye and wincing, Keilana sighed and started the run the water in the sink. Though she was not sure she would be able to bend over enough to get her head under the faucet, and deciding a bath would be much more pleasant, Keilana was determined to wash her hair.

After trying––and failing––to bend over, Keilana kneeled down and gingerly put her weight on her knees. They were not bruised, much to Keilana's relief, but they were sore. Managing to stick her head under the water, finally, Keilana just kneeled there and allowed the cool water to run through her hair and over her face. It cooled the burning of her bruises and wounds and she did not want to move. Despite that, Keilana reached for the nearby shampoo and pulled her head out from under the water.

Sore muscles protested to move in the way she wished to stretch them so Keilana had to settle for slowly working the shampoo through her hair. Once she finished, she stuck her head back under the water.

Just as she was finishing up, her comlink beeped. Scowling and grabbing a towel to wrap around her head, Keilana looked around for it. She quickly realized that it was not in the refresher. It took her an agonising few seconds to stand up and jog across the room to where she had discarded her belt. Opening one of the pouches, Keilana picked up the small black object before it beeped again.

She took the risk of using her full name––or as much of her name the public knew––for she was sure none of the Jedi knew her number or frequency.

We need to talk, a voice growled back.

Furrowing her brow, Keilana looked at the comlink before replying. Who is this?

You know who this is.

Her eye opened up as wide as a small moon. How did you get this number.

I have my ways. Twenty-three-hundred. Eclipse of Lower Coruscant. Don't be late. Don't be early. The comlink then clicked off as the other being shut down the connection.

she muttered as she put the comlink back in the pouch. This cannot be good.

Pulling the towel off of her head, she dumped it in a corner next to the bed. Keilana fastened her belt around her hips and checked her blaster's charge before pulling a short jacket over her arms and shoulders. Before leaving, Keilana stepped back in the refresher and picked up a bacta patch to place over her left eye once again in hopes of making the swelling go down. Placing a piece of synthflesh over that, Keilana picked up a container of flesh coloured make-up and applied it until all of her bruises were covered and the only obvious wounds left were her eye and lip. Keilana nodded once and went back into the dark room. Stepping outside and looking up and down the hall, Keilana started toward the docking bay.

At the hour it was, there was not a soul in sight for quite awhile. Eventually, Keilana passed another human male and a Twi'lek female talking in hushed tones, but neither of them noticed her. A little further down the hall, Keilana bumped into Mara Jade and, after exchanging several tense words with the other woman, they parted ways. An ill feeling bubbled to life in the pit of Keilana's stomach as soon Mara was out of sight, but she quickly suppressed it.

Passing a classroom, Keilana was surprised to see Ganner surrounded by young Jedi students. He appeared to be telling a story and his young audience was captivated. A dozen pair of eyes, at least, took in his every movement and, as Keilana stopped to look through the window in the door, she was equally mesmerised. It was an action story and Ganner was acting out each movement.

As he paused, to add emphasise Keilana assumed, the male Jedi spotted her and waved for her to join. Several of the young students looked up as Keilana entered and smiled even though many of them did not recognize her. Smiling back, Keilana stood by the door and leaned against the wall to watch and listen to Ganner. She glanced at a wall chrono and nodded. It was only twenty-hundred. She had plenty of time before meeting her contact.

After cutting through the thorn bushes none other before him could, do you know what the prince did, Qwe'la? Ganner turned to look at one of the students. The young Twi'lek shook her head as she looked up into Ganner's eyes. The prince ran to the highest tower of the castle and opened the long sealed door.

Acting this out, Ganner nearly leapt over the heads of the children to stand in front of Keilana. She smiled and looked at Ganner while not quite making eye contact.

Behind the door was the princess he seeked and the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. Creeping silently across the floor, he found the legends to be true and that the woman, though long asleep, had been preserved in perfect condition. Not a hair on her head was out of place and there was not a wrinkle in her long gown. Ganner moved a little closer to Keilana as he continued to speak before stopping inches in front of her face. Several of the female students began to giggle and the boys started to whisper to each other. When he continued, Ganner's voice was a whisper, but through the Force, it projected so that the children could hear him.

And so, in order to gain the prize he had rightfully won, the prince planted a single soft kiss on the maiden's pink lips. The princess had waited these long years for true loves first kiss to awaken her. Ganner stopped speaking long enough to kiss Keilana gently. The children's racket grew louder and Keilana's right eye lid closed for a moment. As Ganner pulled back, her eyes flutter once again to see exactly what Ganner might attempt next. He had turned to the children and, kneeling at their eye level, he continued.

It worked and the princess awoke. The spell had been broken and the entire castle began to wake. Sitting up, the princess looked at the prince and smiled before he swept her out of her bed in his arms to his valiant white steed. Keilana was not at all surprised when Ganner stood to pick her up in his arms and she winced as he seemed to find most of her bruises. And they lived happily ever after.

The children all clapped politely and had large smiles on their faces. Keilana slipped out of Ganner's arms but did not step away. Ganner exaggerated his bow and the children laughed. When he straightened, the clapping had died away. One of the Bothan children stood up and, clasping her hands behind her back, she opened her mouth to speak.

Is she your princess, Ganner? The girl asked, her snow white fur fluttering shyly.

Ganner laughed in surprise and shook his head. Princess, Durala? I would actually call her my vice.



Kind of like a bad habit.

But, how can a person be a bad habit?

I'm not sure, young Jedi, but this one has become one, Ganner said, indicating Keilana with his thumb. Setting her lips, Keilana tried to look annoyed.

The young Bothan turned to look at Keilana and cocked her head. Who are you?

My name is Key, Keilana smiled softly. The Bothan's eyes widened and she looked from Keilana to Ganner and back again.

You're the woman Ganner saved, she said. Keilana just nodded and the children started whispering among themselves. You must be his princess then, Key. Why else would Ganner have saved you?

The thought struck Keilana like a laser bolt and her one eye widened slightly as she looked at Ganner. Turning back to Durala, she smiled again. I'm not sure, young one.

Well, that's enough of that, Ganner said. The children looked at him as if sensing his next words and their frowns could have broken a weak heart. It's well past all of your bedtimes, children.

they said together.

No, no, I don't want to hear your protests. Besides, if Master Luke found out I have let you stay up so late there won't be anymore late night stories. Or a person to tell them for that matter. Ganner shrugged as the children started to stand up. He did not follow them out as they left and actually caught Keilana by the elbow as she turned to go as well.

The fight this afternoon was impressive, Key.

Thank you, Keilana said bitterly, pulling her elbow from Ganner's grip. Just be glad they didn't put you in their instead of the Solo girl.

I could have taken you. Ganner gave her a crooked grin as he turned to face Keilana. She attempted to cock her left brow, forgetting about the synthflesh holding her skin taut.

I don't know if I would be quite as bruised if I fought you, posterboy.

What are you saying?

Just that I think you would be too afraid of hurting me because you are much bigger and stronger than me, she shrugged and turned away. This time Ganner let her go and just watched her as she disappeared down the hall.

After the distraction of Ganner, Keilana hurried to the docking bay. She had about two and a half standard hours to make it to the club and she had absolutely no idea where it was.

At first glance, the bay seemed to be deserted. However, after walking a bit further in, it became obvious it was not. In fact, the only other occupant was the one person she really did not want to see at the moment.

Jaina Solo, who had been working on her X-wing, straightened up over the engine compartment and wiped her hands on her already greasy flightsuit.

Where are you going? She sneered, her swollen lip forming a snarl.

What makes you think I'm going anywhere, Solo? Keilana retorted. She stood in the middle of the docking bay with her arms crossed over her breasts staring at Jaina.

Why else would you be here.

Keilana answered the girl's first question. Jaina rose one bruised eyebrow and climbed down from the engine. By the way she walked toward Keilana, the latter could tell that she was just as sore as––if not more than––herself.



I don't have to report to you, girl. Turning to look at Jaina's grease smeared face, Keilana frowned. If I want to go out than I am allowed to go out.

Did you ask my uncle? Jaina asked. She stopped about two meters in front of Keilana and stood with her fists on her hips.



You really should, Jaina said, her voice becoming sickly sweet. I'm sure you wouldn't want to lose the trust he has in you.

Are you going to tell on me? Keilana glared out of her right eye. When Jaina did not answer, Keilana nodded once. Good. Now, I suggest you move out of the way before something unfortunate happens.

Are you threatening me? Jaina asked as she laughed in disbelief.

Of course not. I wouldn't dare threaten a Jedi. Keilana growled as she stepped around Jaina and to the docked speeders.

Those aren't yours to use, Jaina called after Keilana as the bounty hunter climbed into one. Ignoring her, Keilana backed out of the spot and exited the docking bay to find the Eclipse.




With directions from the speeder's nav computer, it did not take Keilana quite as long as she assumed it would to find the club. She parked in a back lot and, pulling on her helmet, she fastened the cloth mask across her nose and mouth. She debated whether or not to pull off the synthflesh and bacta patch and decided to leave them on. It was better having a patch and forcing the customer guess at the wound rather than actually showing it off.

She had twenty minutes until the meet time, so she decided to stick with the speeder for a bit longer. Pulling her blaster forth, Keilana checked it's energy levels once again. Then, setting the blaster to kill and making sure the safety was on, Keilana returned the blaster to it's holster. A quick check with only her hands told her that her vibroblade was in place as were her spare energy packs and weapons. It was never a bad thing to be prepared.

Finally, with a couple of minutes to spare, Keilana slipped out of the speeder and into the shadows. There were only a few other people around and all of them were too involved in their personal dealings to notice her. Slipping around the corner, Keilana was bathed in the dim light flowing from inside the open doors of the club.

Walking into the rather nice looking gambling club for being in Coruscant's lower side, Keilana looked around and then at the chrono above the bar. Exactly twenty-three-hundred. Not a second earlier nor later. Glancing around again, Keilana recognized a man sitting in the very back corner. He waved her over, discreetly, and Keilana moved across the floor, adjusting her face cloth and helmet on the way over. Sliding into the booth, Keilana gave the man a brown-eyed glance. This was the same man who had talked to her the last time. This was the man who wanted Luke Skywalker alive and was willing to pay a large amount of money to get him.

Looking over at Keilana for a split second, he reached into his jacket. The bounty hunter across from him put her hand on the blaster holstered against her thigh and waited. When the man pulled his hand forth, he was holding a box of cigarettes and a lighter. Sighing slightly, Keilana was able to catch a glance at a patch sewn on the inside of his dark jacket. It was of two clasped hands, one obviously human and the other covered in tattoos. Yuuzhan Vong.

Peace Brigade, she muttered. The man looked up at her, a cigarette hanging from his lips. He blew a puff of smoke out of his nose and offered Keilana one as he kept his eyes trained on her.

Did you say something, Hunter? He snarled.

she retorted a little too fast. The man raised his brow and put the cigarettes back in his jacket. And no, you must have heard something from somewhere else.

Okay, whatever. The man leaned back and put his feet on the table, his legs crossed at the ankles. He drew a couple more times on his cigarettes before turning his attention once again on the bounty hunter.

Why did you want me here?

We need to talk.

I gathered as much. Keilana was working hard to not let her frustration show through. The man did not seem to pick up on her irritation and stayed silent for a few more minutes.

It's been a week, do you have him yet?

No. It's proving a bit more difficult than I originally thought.

The man nodded and leaned forward. Jedi are like that.

You don't need to tell me that.

However, that is not why I need to talk to you. The Peace Brigader took the cigarette from his lips and smothered it against the table. I'm here to give you an extension. Something suddenly came up and the delivery date must be pushed back a week. However, this will cost you some of your reward.

How much.

Three million.

That's a little high, buddy. Even with the extra week, I need the motivation of keeping at least three million. I do have to maintain my ship and keep myself alive, after all. Keilana leaned forward. Besides, it would be unfortunate for your little secret to slip, especially in the middle of a crowded bar. Even though I don't care, they, she indicated the others in the club,

My secret? The Peace Brigader was only confused for a moment before he realized Keilana knew who he was working for.

I should just turn you in now, but you are my source of income for the moment. The Peace Brigader snarled lightly and glared at Keilana as she continued to speak. So, in that case, I will just forget who––or what––you are since it is none of my business. I will bring you the Jedi and you will give me my money. All three million of it.

Of course.



This meeting is over. Leave. Now.

Nodding, Keilana stood up and casually strolled away. Her mind lingered on her employer's occupation for a moment longer before she shook the thought free. She was a bounty hunter. It did not matter who her employer was. All she had to worry about was whether or not she would be alive for another job. The fact that her employer was part of the Peace Brigade did bother her a little and that sour feeling bubbled back into the pit of her stomach.

Great time to grow a conscience, girl, she chided herself.

Keilana left the gambling club with a scowl on her face and was not prepared to find the three men waiting for her return. Sliding into the shadows before any of them noticed her, she crept forward and squinted her good eye to get a better look at them. When she was unable to get a better view, she dropped her hand to her utility belt and pulled forth a pair of night goggles. Fastening them over her eyes and helmet, Keilana flipped the switch on the side and the view was suddenly as clear as it would be during the day––on the upper levels, that is. Looking at the men again, she recognized two of them as small time bounty hunters.

Well, shit, she muttered, removing the goggles. The first thing her mind told her to do was to run in with guns blazing to kill them where they stood. However, she quickly banished that thought, cursing her conscience for flaring up. Next, she thought about using her body and feminine wiles to distract them. It was a dangerous––not to mention stupid––thing to do and would most likely get her killed or worse. However, after a quick discussion with her conscience, Keilana chose to do so. Wishing herself a happy death, Keilana stepped out of the shadows after thumbing the safety on her blaster off.

Well what do we have here, one of the men drawled with a thick accent as soon as he noticed Keilana. The other two turned and whistled as Keilana approached.

Hello, boys, she smiled behind the face mask. Swinging her hips as she approached, she stopped in front of them and crossed her gloved arms over her breasts. You wouldn't be looking for me, now would you?

Depends on whether or not you are the woman we're looking for, the first man said. He pulled forth a holoprojector and a little picture of Keilana appeared as soon as he turned it on.

She looks like Keilana, Flint, one of the other men said.

Yeah, Tibol, she does. Though, this holo doesn't show her having only one eye, the third man said, talking to the second man––Tibol.

Keilana rolled her eye at their stupidity and stepped forward. Flint held up his blaster and pointed it at her chest. Keilana paused and decided that he had some brains about him. She could have killed all three of them by now and, with the disappearance of her conscience, she was really beginning to wish she had.

Oh, you don't really want to shoot me, do you? Keilana asked, reaching up and pushing the blaster away. The man let the blaster drop and Keilana smiled. See, that's better now, isn't it?

She wants you alive, Flint said as he holstered his blaster and turned the holoprojector off, and relatively unharmed.

Well then, I guess I will be expected to put up a fight.

I wouldn't expect any less out of a Fett, Flint shrugged, looking back and forth between his lackeys.

Excuse me?

Well, that's what Añaa said. She did some digging around. To me, it sounds like a load of bullshit she made up to make people mad. Flint's voice had taken on a bored tone as he put the holoprojector back in his pouch.

Añaa? I figured she would come after me someday. Spreading her arms out wide, Keilana fingered the vibroblade hidden within the wraps of her glove.

You don't seem the kind to just give yourself up, Flint said, eyeing Keilana.

Yeah, I guess your right, Keilana nodded as she dropped her hands. She immediately grabbed her blaster in her left hand and the larger vibroblade in her right. Drawing her blaster, she shot Tibol in the middle of the chest and he crumpled to the ground, dead by the time he hit. Flint and the other man––whose name Keilana did not know––looked at their dead friend in shook before turning on Keilana.

Your gonna pay for that, girl, the man growled. Flint put his hand on the man's shoulder.

Slow down, Junio, he growled. Añaa wants her alive.

But she killed Tibol.

Don't kill her. Flint squeezed Junio's shoulder until the smaller man backed down. Keilana could tell Flint was become very irritated with this other man.

Junio nodded and set his blaster from kill to stun. Aiming at Keilana, he pulled the trigger and she ducked just in time. Lashing out, she knocked Junio's legs out from under him and he toppled to the ground, nearly bringing Flint with him. Keilana took this opportunity to completely take Junio out of the action and burned a hole through his chest.

Flint looked at her, his eyes widened. Keilana gave him a smug grin and shrugged.

Certainly didn't think an injured little girl could bring down two thugs, now did you?

Flint only growled in response. Knowing she could not pull off another shot, Keilana holstered her blaster and shifted the vibroblade to her left hand. Stepping back a bit further, Keilana started to look Flint up and down. He was a big man, in height and in width. Despite that, Keilana knew he had muscles hidden somewhere under all of that bulk.

The man lashed out first with a right hook and missed Keilana by centimeters. Ducking under the left hook that quickly followed, Keilana came up and landed a sound side kick against Flint's chest. He did not even stumble. Pressing her lips together and ducking under yet another wide punch, Keilana hooked her leg behind Flint's left knee and pulled. She managed to get him on the ground, but he got back up before she could pull out her blaster.

Next, he tried running at her, but Keilana feinted to the right and, bringing up her knife as she spun away, she caught Flint's shoulder. Grabbing his injured shoulder in one hand, he grabbed Keilana with the other and pulled her closer, intent on closing her windpipe just enough to knock her out. However, Keilana had other plans. She brought her knee up as hard as she could and caught Flint in the groin. As he bent over her in agony, Keilana brought her knife up and slashed him across the throat. Sticky red blood spilled over Keilana's clothing before she could push the dead man off of her.

Wiping blood away from her good eye, Keilana climbed into the speeder and, starting it, she soared into the air and sped back to the Temple.

As she flew, thoughts sped through her mind quicker than the speeder was moving. Somehow Añaa had figured out her and Boba Fett's relationship. There were not many people who knew, none after Alt Gurqui was killed––or so she thought. Now Añaa knew and, even if people did not believe her, it was getting around.

God fucking damn, Keilana muttered as she parked the speeder. Añaa is too smart for her own good and her people are just too dumb.

Jumping out of the speeder, Keilana was relieved that there was nobody else in the docking bay. Glancing at a chrono, Keilana could see why. It was oh-one-hundred.

Suddenly realizing just how tired she was, Keilana found her way back to her room, took a quick shower to wash Flint's blood off of her, and walked back into her dark room. Being the hour that it was, Keilana was surprised to hear a knock at her door. She walked over to it, disregarding the fact that she was only wearing a towel, and opened the door.

Why am I not surprised. Ganner, what are you doing here. We're not going on another run, are we?

No we're not, Ganner said. He merely glanced at Keilana's towel and sighed. No, I just noticed you coming into the Temple covered in blood. Are you okay?

What were you doing up?

I would ask you the same question, but I'm sure you would answer it just as willingly as I would answer it. Ganner replied. Keilana could tell he was tired and she sighed.

Just go to bed, Ganner. I'm fine, no more cuts or bruises than I received from Jaina earlier today. You don't have to keep checking up on me, you know. Though, I guess being your vice it's a hard habit to break, Keilana cocked her brow. She had removed her patch and, though her eye was still swollen, it was no longer completely shut.

You look horrible, Ganner commented after a moment.

Thank you. You know, I thought I looked rather lovely until you came around. Keilana snapped her fingers and bit her lower lip in exaggeration. Well, if you're not going away, then at least come in. The hallway is rather chilly.

No, no that's okay. I'd better get going.

Do I repulse you that much? Keilana put a hurt look on her face even though she felt anything but.

No, I just don't trust myself, being around you that is. Especially when you have only a towel on. Ganner ran a hand over his black hair and sighed.

Oh. Okay then, Keilana nodded as she glanced away from Ganner's handsome face to study the floor.

The Jedi stood there there for a moment longer. He wanted to touch Keilana, even if it only was just the slightest brush of fingers. When Keilana retreated slightly into her room, Ganner knew his thought had been broadcasted for at least her to hear. He cursed himself inwardly and turned to leave. However, before he could get any further than a single step, Keilana grabbed his arm, spun him around, and pressed her lips against his, standing on her tiptoes to do so. She had the front of his tunic gripped in her right hand, her left one holding up the towel. Ganner moved to deepen the kiss, but Keilana tore away and, backing into her room, she shut the door.

From inside the dark room, Keilana could hear Ganner's footsteps as he walked slowly started down the hall and away from her room. Sliding down the wall and pulling her knees up to her chest, Keilana bowed her head and rested it in her hands.

she muttered softly into her hands. First I grow a conscience and now Keilana sighed and brought her head up to rest it against the wall. Squeezing her eyes shut and furrowing her brow, Keilana gripped the towel in her hands. now I'm a fucking garden of new emotions.