A/N: This chapter was originally going to be longer, but I decided to split it up. It is four pages on Word, so it should be long enough.

"You got me out of there," Rumiko said, "I guess that means that you got your job done. I'll transfer the credits." There was a slight hint of depression in her voice.

Finishing up with the controls, Zyxo got up and turned to Rumiko, "Not yet. Usuvi will still come after you, so I haven't rescued you yet. I'm taking you to Tatooine for a refit."

"What do you mean…?" Rumiko flopped down on one of the couches and let out a sigh.

"I mean that we both need new gear." Zyxo sat down on the couch across from her, "So… What happened?"

"Huh?" Rumiko lowered her head a bit.

"You're really depressed. I don't like it. I know something happened, and talking about it helps."

"I… I don't want to."

"Really, it's been years since you left the Order. You should really try to get over what happened."

Rumiko lowered her head more; her bangs covered her eyes, "I can't. You don't understand… You never could understand, you're a big, male Trandoshan. You could never go through anything similar to what I had to."

Zyxo got up, "Whatever it is, I'm sure it involves betrayal. And if you think I don't know how that feels… Then you're a fool. I'm going to meditate. Pick a room that you'd like." Zyxo walked off with his hands in his pockets.

Rumiko suddenly felt even worse. She kept pushing everybody away, because of what had happened. And now, with the Zoxx brothers, her life had suddenly gone straight to hell.

As her mind raced about events passed, fatigue overcame her. Where Zyxo had hit her ached terribly, and the sudden flight from Nar Shadaa had weighed heavily on her.

Rumiko stumbled to a bedroom, hoping to get some rest before they reached Tatooine. She began to take off her pants, but hesitated. Could she trust Zyxo? 'Well… He's a Trandoshan so he won't try anything…' She finished taking off her pants and fell onto the bed. She curled up and held the sheets tightly to herself.

As soon as she fell into a fitful sleep, a knock came at the door, "Rumiko? I need to treat your wounds." Rumiko groaned and rolled over. "I'm coming in whether you like it or not," Zyxo slid his master key through the lock and opened the door. He then closed it, seeing Rumiko putting her pants on, 'I knew I should've slept with my clothes on!'

"Ok, you can come in now," Rumiko called after she was dressed. Zyxo came in carrying a tote bag and wearing a white cloak like the first time they met.

"Sit down," he ordered as he set his bag down. Rumiko sat on the bed as Zyxo took out a spray can. He walked over to Rumiko and said, "Close your eyes, I'm going to put some bacta on your face." Rumiko complied and she felt the cool bacta against her face. "Now take off your shirt."

"What?"

"I cut your chest during our fight, if you recall. And I need to check for internal bleeding from when I kneed you. Don't worry, I'm a doctor."

"A bounty hunter, a Teras Kasi master, a Jedi-fighter, and a doctor? Is there anything you're not?"

"I'm not a pervert. Now take off your shirt. I'm going to treat your wounds one way or another, and I thought you'd be a bit more comfortable conscious."

"F-fine…" Rumiko pulled her shirt over her head and put it next to her on the bed, blushing all the while. She folded her arms and looked away, "I'll get back at you for this."

Zyxo let out a small laugh, "Vader hath no fury like that of a woman's scorn," he said in Dosh.

"Hiss hiss to you too, nerf herder."

Zyxo smiled, "If it makes you feel better, I'll let you see me topless."

"It doesn't, and I'd rather not. Could we just get on with this?"

"Yes, yes. Now hold still." Zyxo inspected the cut down Rumiko's chest without touching her. He then put his hand on her stomach.

Rumiko slapped him and shrieked, "What the Hell do you think you're doing?"

Zyxo kept his hand on her stomach, "Checking for internal bleeding and organ displacement. And please, let's keep this civil." He put a little pressure on her stomach and she gasped in pain. After a few awkward moments, Zyxo withdrew his hand and took a step back, "Looks like you're bleeding pretty badly… You haven't been coughing up blood, have you?"

"Err… No, I don't recall…"

Zyxo sighed, "I can do this one of two ways. I could either administer an IV drip of bacta, stopping the bleeding and healing your wounds a bit slowly but safely. However, you'd be constricted to your bed and it may hurt a bit… And I'm not too sure that's such a good idea due to the fact that we're, you know, being hunted by a Sith Lord and all. Or I could just inject the bacta via hypodermic needle. It'd be faster, but it's a bit dangerous. Your choice."

"I'll take the second option." A very sad look drew upon her face and she looked out the window, "I'm used to pain."

"Ok, you might want to get something to bite on." Zyxo withdrew a jar from his bag, full of the blue bacta. He took a large syringe from a plastic container and drew it full of bacta. He squirted a bit of the bacta so that there was no air in the syringe. Zyxo walked over to Rumiko, and she had not changed her position since she spoke. "Which arm?"

"Left."

Zyxo put the syringe in his mouth and grabbed her arm gently, and rubbed some alcohol on her bicep. He took the syringe and put it to her arm, "I suggest you blow out as hard as you can." Rumiko just stared at the stars. Zyxo pushed the needle in, and expected Rumiko to flinch. She didn't. He slowly pushed the bacta into her system, and she remained practically ignorant of the needle in her arm. "Finished," he pulled out the needle and began to pack his things up, "I suggest you get some rest." He turned to leave, "And you really do need to talk about it." And he left Rumiko in the darkness of her room.

Rumiko put her shirt back on and fell asleep in the bed of a person she would trust, were he not a man.

The SoroSuub touched down on a landing pad next to a mansion on Tatooine. The landing ramp opened, and Zyxo practically jumped out. There was another Trandoshan, just as tall as Zyxo and the same rust-red color. He wore a dark green robe, with gold decorations. He opened his arms wide, "Zyxo! It's about time you visited. Next time send me a message so I can prepare better."

"Yes, well I've been a bit hounded lately," Zyxo walked over to the other Trandoshan and shook his hand, "It's good to see you again Bakure."

As the two friends greeted each other, Rumiko clamored out of the ship. She was wearing one of Zyxo's robes over her clothes, as Zyxo thought that otherwise she was un-presentable. Yet her hair was still a mess, and she looked quite tired.

Bakure caught sight of her and smirked at Zyxo, "I see you made a new, heh heh, 'friend'," he said in Dosh.

Zyxo's face got a little sterner, "It's not like that. She's a client," he replied in his native language.

Bakure continued to smirk and began to snicker, "Oh yes, you must've worked for her all night long." Rumiko was totally lost in the conversation, since she had no understanding of the Dosh language.

"You're so freakin' lucky that she doesn't understand what we're saying, or else you'd have a lightsaber up your ass."

"Wow, you must be really skilled when it comes to women!" Bakure burst out laughing.

Rumiko stepped up to Bakure. She only came up to the chest of the two and a quarter meter Trandoshan, and she looked up to him with an annoyed look on her face, "Ok, what're you two talking about?"

Bakure bent down so that his head was level with Rumiko's and ruffled her hair, "You, little girl! But it's grown up talk, so you just be quiet for now, ok?"

Zyxo put his hand over his face and sighed. "Take your hand off me," Rumiko said quietly but forcefully.

"Aw, you're cute when you get mad!" Rumiko force pushed Bakure into the side of his mansion. In that instant, she found Zyxo holding his arm in front of her face, and smoke coming from the other side. Bakure was up, and holding a blaster pistol.

Zyxo put his arm back at his side, "Really, you shouldn't force push people like that, and it could've hurt him." Rumiko looked at Zyxo's arm and there was a fresh blaster wound on it. Zyxo turned to Bakure, "And you should know better! I'm surprised we're brothers sometimes. Now, are you going to invite us in and out of this heat or what?"

Rumiko was a bit confused, "You two are brothers?"

Bakure holstered his pistol and walked back over to Rumiko, his face showing he was mad clearly, "Yeah, that's what he just said. Now, who are you?"

"She's Rumiko, she's an ex-Jedi, and she's my client," Zyxo cut in.

The moment of tension passed and Bakure put a smile on his face, "Well, come in then! A friend of my brother's is a friend of mine."