A/N: I've finally gotten off my lazy ass and wrote the chapter, yay! I'd like to say that I've been real busy like other authors, but then I'd be lying. Ok, I guess I sort of forgot to describe Rumiko very well. Well, she's average height, has shoulder-length brown hair, and has amber eyes. And when L337 One says that he's Bakure, it means that Bakure is his character in Star Wars Galaxies: an Empire Divided and Jump to Light speed. I'll admit that 4 of the characters are based off characters in SWG, but their personalities have changed dramatically.

Rumiko slept fitfully. She tossed and turned constantly. Her cold sweat drenched her clothes, the resulting cold making her shiver. She awoke with a start to find herself on the floor. She quickly regained full consciousness and took stock of her surroundings. She was in a small room with smooth surfaces and well lit compared to the Refugee Sector. Then she caught sight of Zyxo.

"You're finally up. I was worried that I had seriously hurt you." Zyxo was sitting on a chair near the only door in the room. He had his left leg over his right, and his arms were crossed.

'What the heck? I cut his left arm off!' Rumiko gaped. "Wait, since when were you worried about me? You're a bounty hunter, and I've got a bounty on my head. Shouldn't you be trying to kill me? And how did you get your arm back?"

Zyxo held his left hand out in front of him, "I'm a trandoshan and a teras kasi master, among other things. Trandoshans can regenerate lost limbs, and my meditative powers amplify that ability quite nicely." He folded his arms again, "Don't worry. I'm not out to kill you. The bounty is on you alive and in good health. I kill you, and I lose the bounty. And, might I add, it isn't exactly lucrative to lose such a large bounty."

"Is it lucrative to lose a bounty of any amount?" she shot back at Zyxo.

"No, I suppose not." Zyxo took a bundle out of his cloak, "You were sweating heavily. I took the liberty of getting you some fresh clothes."

'You've got to be kidding me. First he's out for me, and then he gets me fresh clothes. What does he want?' Rumiko took the clothes. "Fine then. But I'm not undressing while you're in here."

Zyxo rose and strode to the door, "I figured as much. I'll wait outside until you're done. Don't think about escaping, I'm guarding the only way out." With that, Zyxo left the room and closed the door.

'Might as well...' Rumiko dressed as quickly as possible, disliking the idea of being naked in a strange place for any amount of time. When she had finished, Zyxo opened the door. Rumiko yelled, "What the hell? Ever hear of knocking?"

Zyxo closed the door and sat down again, "I knew you were done."

Rumiko glared at him, "And how the hell did you know that I was done?"

"Infrared vision. I can see through walls."

Rumiko couldn't help but blush, "Wait, you were watching me this whole time?"

Zyxo slouched in his chair, "It's infrared, and there are never any details. Besides, why would I want to peep on a human? Why would I want to peep at all? You've seen me fight. I could just go kill a Thune, go to Dosha, and mate if I wanted to. And no, it's not that you're not attractive, I'm sure you are. I'm just not into humans."

Rumiko sat down and began to meditate, "Fine, whatever. Just leave me alone until I can go."

Zyxo walked over to Rumiko, "Mind if I join you? Meditating, I mean. It's been a while since I've meditated with someone."

"Fine. Just don't think too loud."

"Rumiko."

"What?" Rumiko replied, her voice thick with irritation.

"The reason I'm still here is because I was hired to do a job. I always see to it that my contracts are completed fully."

"What of it?"

"Once I deliver you to who these thugs call 'The Master' and leave, my job will be completed."

"I see. You're asking me to hire you to rescue me."

"Not exactly how I would put it, but yes."

"How much."

The door opened, and a weequays thug stuck his head in, "The master will see the Jedi now." He promptly left.

Zyxo rose, "Let's go." He headed towards the door.

"Fine. You're hired."

Zyxo smiled, his back facing Rumiko. "OK. Once I reach my ship, my contract will have been fulfilled. I'll come for you then."

"Make it quick, I'd rather not see what your little friend has in store for me." Rumiko grimaced.

"Let's go then." Zyxo and Rumiko left the room and entered a hallway, the walls and lighting much like the room they were just in. "Follow me." They began to walk, and they didn't see a single soul their entire trip. There were no doors, no windows. The only other way, Rumiko assumed, to get out was the other end of the hall.

At this end of the hallway there was a single blast door. There was a number pad to the right, which Rumiko assumed was to enter a code, and above that an intercom. Zyxo pressed the button, "It's Zyxo, and I've brought the package." There was no reply, and they waited for a short time.

Zyxo could feel Rumiko's gaze on his back, "I'm a package?"

"No, but it's the terminology. You might have to get used to it." Zyxo kept his gaze on the door. "As for the payment, all I want is for you to promise me that you won't fall."

"What? What do you mean fall?" Rumiko's eyes went from anger to shock. Zyxo didn't have time to answer, the doors had opened. This chamber was much darker than the others, and had just a spotlight on a center platform. Standing there was a figure in a black cloak and the hood up.

"Enter." The voice had a slight Dosh accent. Rumiko took a few steps forward, but stopped when she saw that Zyxo was shaking with rage.

He put emphasis on each syllable, "U-su-vi. I can't believe you hired me." Zyxo's fists were clenched, and his jaw was set.

"Funny, isn't it? Not to worry, the credits shall be transferred to your account. You may leave now." Usuvi gestured towards the door.

"Fine. I won't keep you." Zyxo promptly left, and the doors hissed shut behind him.

Rumiko was astonished at Zyxo's reaction. 'Didn't he know who he was working for before?' she wondered. She then concentrated on the figure in the center of the dark room, Usuvi. She noticed a pedestal just beyond the range of the light, and on it was a small tube.

"Rumiko, isn't it? I sense much distress in you." Usuvi's voice snapped Rumiko out of her thoughts. "As you may well know, I'm Usuvi. It's a pleasure to finally meet my future apprentice."

The realization hit Rumiko like a brick wall. Usuvi was a dark Jedi, and he intended to make her fall to the dark side of the Force. 'That's what Zyxo meant,' she thought, her surprise showing clearly on her face. She then remembered the last time she was alone with a man like Usuvi, and her surprise turned to fear.

"Now I sense much fear. Do not worry; I shall not hurt you as your master did."

Rumiko took a step back, "H-how do you know what my master did?"

Usuvi shook his head; an action nearly imperceptible due to the hood, "I do not know what he did, only that he did something. There were quite a few rumors in the Jedi temple before you left; rumors that a meeting with your master had chased you away from the way of the Jedi."

Rumiko sighed in relief, "Then all is well and good. Now, if you be so kind as to release me-"

Usuvi cut her off, "I had no plans of the sort, apprentice."

Rumiko's eyes narrowed, "Do not call me apprentice. I shall never fall to the Dark Side."

Usuvi smiled under his hood, "Assumptions kill, my dear apprentice. Whoever told you that I was of the Dark Side?"

"I could sense its foul taint, and I shall take my leave of this place soon."

Usuvi laughed, "I think not, my dear apprentice."

As Zyxo ran down the hallway, he took off his cloak. Underneath he wore a white gi with black trimmings. He folded his cloak without stopping and put it in his backpack that he wore as well.

He met with no opposition as he ran, and the weequays thug had opened the front door for him. He bade no comment, and kept running towards his SoroSuub luxury yacht. It was the perfect ship for a ground-only bounty hunter, a discreet civilian ship. It had no apparent guns, but Zyxo had installed hidden proton torpedo launchers under the engines.

Zyxo quickly punched in the code to open the door, threw in his backpack, and ran back to Usuvi's lair. He had his scythe blade sheathed on his back, a large leather pouch attached to the black belt of his gi, and a saber in an ornate sheath on the right side opposite of the pouch. He opened the pouch, and threw the small grey orb that he brought out. The thermal detonator was caught by the closing doors and exploded. Zyxo didn't pause to check the rubble, and just leapt over it. He had a job to do, and nothing would stop him.

The weequays thug was lucky, yet in a sense he was an unlucky bastard. He had started to walk away just before the door exploded, saving his life. He turned around and pulled out his blaster. Zyxo headed straight for him, and drew his scythe blade. He brought the blade low, and with a two-handed sweep gutted the weequays, pushing him aside. Zyxo meant to do much more interior decorating.

He kept running as fast as he could and sheathed his scythe. He saw the blast door ahead and unbuttoned his pouch. He skidded to a halt and held the open bag in front of the door. Dozens of thermal detonators were hurled onto the door, a blast which even it couldn't withstand. Zyxo dropped the bag and held his arms in front of his face to shield it from the heat. He had a job to do, and nothing would stop him.

Rumiko had dived out of the way, avoiding any shrapnel. She still lay where she had dived, and Zyxo stepped into the room. He had a job to do, and it was to kill Usuvi. It was to kill his brother.