Donos ran down one of the numerous back alleys of (planet) and ducked into a dark doorway. Two men in dark cloaks sprinted past, missing him completely, and made a turn at the end. Their shouts soon faded.
Myn sighed in relief. Myn Donos, New Republic Pilot, and now, (planet)s most wanted, was sent here to make contact with a possible shipping contact, one who could smuggle Jedi around the galaxy. But the contact had fled when Myn found him. With good reasen, Myn thought, peeking around to see if there were any more persuers.
Stepping out of his hiding place, Myn quickly yet quietly, made his way to the contact's Baker point. The Powers That Be had been nice enough to foresee this obstacle, and had set up no less then seven meeting times and places spread out over three days. Fifteen minutes later, Myn snuck into a small, well lit landing bay. Surveying the empty room, he saw a door in the left wall that might lead to a control room. Perhaps he was in there.
He started forward, but before he had taken two steps, he felt a blaster point at the base of his neck.
"Don't move," a gruff voice said.
Myn raised his arms as the point of the blaster prodded them. "Hey, I was just trying to talk to Captain Doran. Thought I could Kettch a ride with him," Myn felt the blaster pause, along with the hand that had been checking him for weapons. He hoped that meant this was his contact, but waited for the countersign before making any – rash, actions.
"T-tough," The vice faltered, and then came back strong. "He's come down with (name of desease in Wraith squadron)."
Myn relaxed a bit. It was his contact. "Myn Donos," He said, "I'm with-"
"We've met." The gruff voice said. Proddiing the blaster at his back again he said, "Disarm yourself. Now."
"Well, much as I like being disarming, I can't do that."
The voice was at his ear now. "Do it, or I stun you now and do it myself. And then I'll stun you again till I get you to my ship, and then I decide whether or not to kill you. If you cooperate, your chances of living through this increase greatly."
"By how much?"
"NOW!"
"Okay, okay. Give me a minute."
Soon Myn had a small pile of weapons lying on the floor before him, while the man, still behind him, checked to make sure Myn had not "forgotten" anything. Soon satisfied, he steered Myn to the center of the room. After Myn stopped he heard the man move quickly towards the weapons pile.
"Myn, I want you to remember this." The gruff voice now seemed a touch lighter. "There was a time when you would have trusted me with your life. You would have said "Back me up," and you knew I would be there right behind you, keeping you from the Imps' blasters. I want you to remember that. Now turn around."
Myn turned. For a full minute he stood there, his face solid as stone. The back of his mind was slightly interested in the emotions running through the rest of his mind, but it was merely a spectator. Anger came first, then confusion. After that was sadness, a thirst for murder, and fear. But in the end, it came back to anger, cold, hard anger.
"Murderer."
His contact flinched at his barly audible word.
"Give me one good reason," Myn said, "ONE! Tell me why I shouldn't try and kill you the first chance I get?"
His contact, no longer trying to disguise her voice, spoke just above a whisper.
"So I can help the Republic."
Myn snorted. "That's the best you have? No, "Because you know its wrong,"? No, "Because I have friends who will hunt you down,"? I should let you live, just so you can help a bunch of people you once tried to… to…" His voice choked up. "You killed them. You killed them all."
A tear slipped from Lara's eye. "Not a day goes by I don't remember that Myn. Not a day. But I need to know right now. Can you and I work together, or should I just leave right now?"
Myn said nothing for a time. He just stood there, thinking, debating on what he should do. Then, he slowly walked forward and took his comlink from the little pile of weapons. Stepping past Lara, he opened the door to the outside. Not looking at her, he spoke.
"Make the next contact point. Someone will be there."
"But not you?"
Myn turned his head to her.
"No, not me. Not ever me."