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Ok, sorry for such a long delay on the update guys! I've trying to keep sane lol (it may be a little too late but hey, doesn't mean I have to totally flip to the other side ^-^)

Well, here is chapter 4 and again, I hope you guys enjoy this chapter!


One Step Forward, Two Back

They finally arrived back at the apartment where she was relieved to find that no one had tampered with it. She walked to one end of the room, obviously wanting to be left alone as she unpacked the uniforms and laid them out. As she smoothed them out and the plan began to formulate in her mind she smiled to herself.

Everything should work out perfectly. With these, they should be able to sneak into the Undercity and find Bastila. With any luck, she should be somewhere near her escape pod and since she was a Jedi, she wouldn't have been caught by the Sith so easily. Right?

Unfortunately that was a lot of luck she was relying on. She didn't want to hang around the apartment with Carth… at least not now. He knew just what to say and how to act to… well, for lack of a better word, piss her off. It was like he would hint at all this information and then when she tried to find out what, he would seal it all way like she was his enemy… and maybe she was.

No, she needed to cool off and she smiled when an idea occurred. She grabbed some clothes and went to the refresher to quickly change out of her skirt and blouse. She felt much more comfortable in the pants and shirt that Larrim had also given her – for a small fee of course. He saw the rips and tears in her outfit so he gave her a new one for a discounted price which was only a few credits. She then pulled her scouting vest over her new shirt and relaxed when she felt like a scout again.

She strapped her vibroblade to her back and her blasters to her waist. She even slid her little knife in her boots just for extra measure; never could be too safe. She pulled on her favorite vest with pockets all over. She brushed her hair out and pulled it into a ponytail before strapping on her belt. Her bangs fell from the ponytail and fell in front of her face, swishing to the side. As she headed for the door, Carth stopped her.

"Hey, where are you going? We just got back." She turned to him, neither smiling nor glaring... attempting to remain as impassive as she could.

"Out to make us a few credits. If we only spend credits we will be left with none. Do you trust me enough to let me go do this?" He flinched at how harsh she sounded without having to use any emotion in her words what so ever.

She felt bad about saying that, but what did he want her to say? He can't possibly restrict her movements because he didn't trust her. What about her trusting him? What if he's the one that can't be trusted? She had just as much right not to trust him as he did to not trust her.

"Ok, fine, go." He breathed out. She didn't need any more before she was out the door, locking it behind her.

Carth stared at the door after she left before he sat down on the bed. Of course, she was angry. What did he expect? That she would be okay with his distrust of her? But he really had a hard time trusting anyone, especially with all that's happening, it makes it harder. He got up and made himself something to eat and sat in silence as he ate it. When he had finished he waited a little bit longer, wondering how long she was planning on being gone.

He was lying on the bed, waiting for her when he slowly started to doze off to sleep. It was ridiculously late at night and he was still exhausted. How could she keep going? Did she not get tired or something? It was like she had an energy cell in her body. She was always on the move.

He yawned, comforted by the knowledge of the security lock Samirah had added to their apartment so he felt safe to go to sleep… for the most part.

And guilty for not trusting her, even if it was the truth.

A few hours later, Samirah opened the door to the apartment to find Carth asleep on the bed. She was actually glad that he had fallen asleep so she wouldn't have to deal with him. She slipped off her boots quietly before she grabbed a bottle of water. She had earned 1500 credits fighting 5 people in the dueling ring. She was exhausted and nearly lost a few times. And this guy named Bendak Starkiller wanted to have a death match with her… one she was reluctant to fight but knew they could use the credits and he really didn't give her much of a choice before storming off with a smug like posture. Luckily, it would take time to set up so she had time to prepare.

She fidgeted when she could feel all her bruises and the few cuts that dotted along her arms and the rare few on her abdomen. There weren't deep and didn't really hurt, but were just tremendously annoying.

She was glad she had eaten at the Cantina as she finished that last of her bottle and quietly threw it away. She didn't want to wake up Carth but she didn't want to sleep on the table either so she found her own little corner and slid down the wall until she was sitting. She used the bag Trask had left her as a pillow before lying down.

She was tired but she had trouble calming her mind down. She knew she was the reason for Trask's death; she didn't need Carth to tell her that… but the idea that she was responsible for the entire crew? That was—that was just a horrible thing for her to comprehend. The very idea that he even thought that of her hurt more than her blaster wounds catching on fire. She could cry but she wasn't about too. They didn't have time for it.

Of all the people she could have been stuck with… she got Carth Onasi—the most distrustful Republic soldier on the Endar Spire… maybe even the whole star system. If only Trask was here, maybe he could explain to her why he was like this. What had she done wrong? As far as being helpful came, she was doing the worst job ever!

But, for Trask's sake, she would put up with him and his trust issues. She had too. If Trask admired him than maybe there was more to him. Maybe she could get him to trust her yet. With a smile on her face she slowly fell asleep, finally putting her stupidly talkative mind to sleep… or at least to rest in the back of her mind for now. She had bigger issues to focus on and all she really needed was Carth's help to save Bastila… even if he didn't want to trust her.

When Carth woke up, the sun was in his eyes and he quietly sat up straight and yawned groggily. He looked around the room and was struck with fear when he didn't see Samirah. Did she not come back last night? Did the Sith find her? His eyes widened the moment he thought it—the drunkards from last night! That was it, the last straw; he was going to pummel them into the next galaxy when he found them! They went too far this time. If she had so much as a fingerprint on her, he was going to—

"Sir, are you going to stay in bed all day or are you coming with me?" His head snapped towards the refresher where she stood, dressed in her Sith Uniform. She must have grabbed Sarna's because it fit her just right. She held the helmet under her arm as she walked across the room to her bag.

He then noticed the little makeshift bed she had in the corner and he felt bad for not thinking about the sleeping arrangements. Why hadn't she slept on the small couch?

"Samirah, why did you sleep in the corner?" He found himself asking, puzzled. She looked at him with her usual smile which shocked him more than anything else thus far. She was smiling?

"Well, when I was a scout and traveled a lot, I became accustomed to sleeping on the floor or having to put together a bed. It almost reminds me of those days so I don't mind at all. Besides, I put the uniforms on the couch. Didn't want to mess them up, it might look bad." She smiled to herself at the idea.

Then they would look like they really had gone to a party. She didn't want that, she just wanted to find Bastila as quickly as she could. She wanted off the planet… she was ready to go traveling again when the only person she had to worry about trusting was herself. When the only person whose life depended on her was her own. She should have never accepted the transfer over to the Endar Spire. She should have just remained a scout and gone on, helping the Republic in any way she could… except that was exactly why she had agreed to transfer... that was why she was here.

Oh boy.

Carth slipped on his Sith uniform, slightly worried at Samirah's change in mood. Why was she her usual self again? It didn't seem natural when just last night, she seemed so annoyed at him… angry even.

When the uniform was on, he held the helmet in his hands and watched Samirah as she packed all the essentials, unsure about how long it would take before they would be able to come back to the Upper City. When she was ready, she slipped the bag on her back. It was packed with her clothes, med packs, water and credits. She tossed Carth his own backpack full of basically the same.

What happened yesterday? Did something happen?

"Samirah?" She turned to look at him with her curious gaze, no different than she usually would. "Where did you go yesterday?" When she smiled at him, he regretted asking.

"I went to the Cantina and did some dueling. I figured I might as well since you were paid to enter the ring. That stupid Hutt couldn't think of a better name for me other than the Mysterious Stranger. What kind of name is that?" She shook her head at the stupid name but for some reason, it stuck. Something a bit catchier would have made her happy.

"Anyway, I dueled all five contestants and became the champion, earning 1500 credits. So I was the legitimate champion and will be the final one once—" she stopped short realizing Carth probably wouldn't approve of the death match. Then again, who knows, maybe he'd hope she lost or something.

She mentally kicked herself for thinking such an awful thought. What the hell was wrong with her? Surely he wouldn't want that of her… right? Then again, she would never have suspected him of accusing her for the destruction of the Endar Spire.

"Once what?" She popped back up and smiled at him, making up the rest.

"Once it all becomes finalized." Carth looked at her with a disbelieving stare but she just smiled before placing her helmet on, hiding her face. She wasn't about to give it away. This time, it was her turn to hide information.

He thought she was hiding something but he didn't think he could get it out of her. She was probably trying to be careful about what she said around him. She strapped her vibroblade on and then her blasters at her waist... just like she did the night before, almost like a routine. Carth slid his helmet on and then his backpack before they were on their way out the door, arming the security just to be safe. Carth's blasters, of course, were already strapped to his waist as well.

As they made their way to the elevator guarded by a Sith, they realized that a lot of people were taking cautious glances at them. Carth was nervous that they were drawing too much attention and when a Sith patrol inched closer, he went rigid. Samirah was walking fine. One of the patrols nodded to her and she to them.

"Here's to another uneventful watch, right?" He asked. She laughed softly.

"Are you kidding? I think uneventful is a little bit of an understatement on this planet. It's hardly worth the effort…" She said, shaking her head. He chuckled before he kept walking on with his partner. Carth eased up a little as they proceeded.

Samirah let out a shaky sigh when she was clear of the Sith patrol. Truth be told, she hadn't expected him to walk right up to them, then again, as long as they didn't have any code words, she would be fine.

As they approached the elevator, they became more and more cautious. When they arrived in front of the guard he looked them up and down and sighed.

"Another patrol going down? I don't envy you, that's for certain. Go ahead, just be careful. Between those gangs and the Rakghoul disease, it isn't a pleasant place. Would rather stand her all day then fight those idiots…"

"We'll be careful. Just push the gangs at each other and the Rakghouls at them and we should be fine. Maybe they'll all take each other out." The guard let out a small chuckle.

"Yeah, we'll see how well that works out for you." He waved them through and once the door closed Samirah let out a shiver.

"We're in…" She breathed out.

"…And a step closer to Bastila." Carth agreed. She nodded as she pulled off her helmet to breathe. Carth did the same as the door opened and they stepped out. In front of them was a fight that had ensued between groups. Apparently these were the gangs in the lower part of Taris. They fought and yelled out at each other as each member slowly fell. It seemed they just happened to cross paths and apparently weren't happy about it.

Finally one side emerged victorious and turned to glared at Samirah and Carth.

"You Sith aren't welcome here! We've had enough with you and your kind! We'll rid the lower city of the Beks and we'll rid the lower city of you! Vulkars, attack!" They immediately readied their weapons and charged at Carth and Samirah who had only seconds to pull out their weapons. Samirah grabbed her vibroblade and leapt at the closest one, clashing blades with him.

Carth pulled out his blaster and began to fire at the Vulkars that were behind him. He was able to drop one just as Samirah sliced through her opponent and darted for the next one. She was so deeply focused on battle that she almost looked different to Carth. Normally she was sweet, kind and cute but when she was in battle, she turned focused, deadly and agile. Almost like a completely different woman.

When Samirah sliced through the final Vulkars abdomen, she knelt down to check his pockets before stepping back. She quickly slipped out of the Sith uniform and quickly pulled her vest on over her clothes. She wasn't able to fit it under the uniform so she had to opt for the next best thing. Carth followed suit, taking off the uniform and stuffing it into his bag and pulling on his own burnt orange jacket. It was a miracle that the suit even fit into the bags in the first place!

"It seems we're more likely to be attacked down here, dressed as Sith than anything else." She stated, fixing her vibroblade on her back. When she glanced up she saw a door that led to what she guess were apartments. They looked like the ones in the upper city… except older and less pristine.

When they were set and ready to go they began walking down the corridor until they found a Rodian bouncer standing outside a door. He looked them up and down before speaking.

"Don't cause any trouble in Javyar's cantina. You leave your problems and your attitude at the door." Samirah nodded respectfully at him before he looked away to watch the hall and they entered quietly.

"Jeez... they don't take you at face value, do they?"

"No, they sure don't." She agreed as they walked in to see everyone minding their own. It was different than the Cantina in the Upper City.

When they arrived at the center, Samirah threw her hand out to stop Carth from moving forward. He glanced at her before looking out to see three aliens approach a man to their left. He looked up at them through his goggles and his face remained neutral along with his voice.

"Go away."

"Hey, you not talk like that. We just want to say hi to big, bad bounty hunter Calo Nord!" The Rodian said.

"Nah, this can't be Calo Nord. He's supposed to be tough. This guy's nothing but a runt." One Twi'lek said.

"One." Calo counted.

"One? What that mean? You be funny, tough guy?" The Rodian spoke. Samirah's arm tightened as Carth glanced at her face. Her face was watching intently, like she was expecting something.

She didn't like the feeling she was receiving from the man. He lifted his cup to sip his drink as the others continued to act superior… oblivious to the deadly aura he gave off.

"You know who we are, Calo? We're members of the Black Vulkar gang! You don't want to be getting funny with us, tough guy." The Twi'lek stated smugly.

"Two."

The Rodian scratched his head. "Me no understand. One? Two? Why he count? He trying to count how many of us is against him?" He shrugged before the Twi'lek lifted his head, trying to look smug. Samirah shook her head, as if trying to nonverbally warn them. That wasn't a smart idea… apparently they weren't getting the hint.

"It's three against one, Calo. What do you think about those odds? Well? You have something more to say?"

"Three." He finished flatly before he threw a flash grenade and Samirah quickly averted her eyes to avoid the blast. When she heard three shots, her eyes darted back to the scene in front of her. The three aliens lay dead and Calo Nord was walking in her direction. He stopped in front of her as if waiting for her to move. She measured him up before he spoke.

"One." Carth froze wondering if she was going to move or attack. For a moment, she remained firm, staring at him with intent eyes. He breathed easily when she stepped aside with a smile and he smirked.

"Smart." He walked past them and out the door.

"What was that about?" Carth wondered out loud but the only response Samirah gave him was a shrug as she stared at the door where Calo exited. When she finally moved again, she moved to a table and sat down and Carth merely frowned at her.

"What are you doing?" She looked up at him and motioned for him to sit and then waited for him to comply. When he did she shrugged.

"I don't really know. Last time I sat at a Cantina, the information I needed just walked right up to me so I'm thinking it might do so again." He looked at her with wide eyes.

"Are you serious? That was only luck, you can't expect—"A commotion to their side caught their attention.

"—I told you to leave me alone—so give me some space, bug-eye! Your breath smells like bantha poodoo!" The Rodian scoffed at her and Samirah had sat up straight and leaned almost out of her chair, ready to leap.

"Little girl should not be in bar. This no place for little girl. If little girl smart, she run away home now." The Twi'lek girl glared at him.

"Who you calling a little girl, Chuba-face!" She spat.

"Little girl needs lesson in manners!" She smirked at them and held up a finger. They paused, puzzled as she smirked.

"Just a sec, boys. Zaalbar… a little help here? I need you to rip the legs off some insects." Their eyes widened as their gaze shot over to the Wookiee sitting at the table. He groaned as a bartender placed a plate of food in front of him.

"Mission—I'm busy. They just brought my food!" She rolled her eyes.

"Quit complaining… you can finish eating later. Besides, you need the exercise so get over here." He groaned but stood up and walked to stand next to her, glaring at the Rodian who fidgeted. Apparently, he pointed his frustration at the Rodian's for disrupting his meal.

"We no want trouble with Wookiee. Our problem with you, little girl." She glared again at the Rodian when he said little girl.

"You got a problem with me? Then you got a problem with Big Z. So unless you want to take on my furry friend, I suggest you greenies…" She pointed at them before mimicking a hopping gesture. "… Hop on out of here." They mumbled to themselves before walking away."

"…Little girl lucky she has big friend." That made her smile. Carth then noticed Samirah stand up and walk over to her. She was impressed.

"You had me worried for a moment there." The Twi'lek looked over at her with a smile.

"I had it under control… it's not the first time someone's tried to pick a fight." Finally, she took a good look at Samirah and pondered for a moment. "Say, I don't recognize you and I know pretty much everyone in the Lower City. You must be new down here. Well, I guess that makes me and Big Z your official welcoming committee!" Samirah smiled at her.

"You speak Galactic basic, that's pretty rare." Samirah said. She was again, impressed by this girl.

"It's not that strange. Most can but they prefer their own language. I grew up on Taris so I just sort of got used to speaking the native tongue." Carth stood behind Samirah and was a little impressed himself.

"You showed a lot of guts dealing with those Vulkars, kid. You got a name?" She smirked happily.

"Mission Vao and this big Wookiee is my best friend, Zaalbar."

"A Wookiee and a Twi'lek being best friends? Sounds like an interesting story there." Mission looked up at Zaalbar.

"What can I say; we kind of fell in together. I had the street smarts he needed, and he had the strength I needed. We fit in together and looked out for each other. I wouldn't dream of replacing him." He roared his agreement as Samirah laughed. Mission turned back to Samirah.

"What about you? What's your name?"

"I'm Samirah Alda and this is… Carth Onasi." She paused before saying his name and he wondered to himself why.

"Good to meet you. If you ever need any information, feel free to ask or come find us at the Hidden Bek base, not the Vulkars. I got the scoop on everything in Lower Taris. Gangs, Davik Kang, Undercity, and even Calo Nord." Samirah's face lit up at the word Undercity and she laughed. Jackpot.

"Will do. Good-bye, Mission, we should hopefully meet again soon. We may have a request for the Hidden Beks." She raised an eyebrow at her but shrugged it off before turning to Zaalbar.

"Alright Big Z, let's get out of here."

"B-but Mission, I haven't even finished my food yet!" He seemed shocked at the idea of leaving his food there while Mission rolled her eyes.

"Can't you think of anything else other than your stomach? We'll find something good to eat at the Beks." Zaalbar groaned but complied with her wishes. As they left, Mission waved to Samirah who smiled warmly in her direction. Samirah liked Mission, a lot. She seemed like a good kid.

They sat back down at the table and Samirah could feel Carth staring at her. When she looked at him, sure enough, he was staring a little bewildered.

"What?"

"Never thought I'd meet someone with so much luck. Information really does just walk up right to you… or something like that, anyway." She laughed.

"What can I say, luck's just on my side." They ordered some drinks and sat there in silence for a while, not saying much of anything. Carth knew she was acting her usual self but it was awkward and just that… acting. When he looked at her again, he saw her casting glances at him.

"Alright... I know you want to talk." He said and she kept her eyes down. Of course she wanted to talk but did he? Probably not seeing as how he was the distrustful one. She bit her lip, mentally debating whether or not to talk to him but she finally decided that nothing would be fixed if she didn't.

"Fine. Yes, I do. I want to discuss something with you." She swirled her drink but her eyes were on him. He sighed before leaning back.

"Fair enough. What do you want to discuss?" Though, he already had a good idea what it was.

"I want to discuss these issues you seem to have with me." She spoke softly and as politely as she could muster.

He sighed before rubbing his face. "I knew you wouldn't understand where I was coming from. Let me try to explain. You're probably one of the most skilled women I've ever met. You've saved my butt more than once and I'm lucky you're here to help me, no question." She scoffed when he said that last part and he knew she didn't believe him.

"Yeah… apparently that isn't enough…" She mumbled and he ignored her.

"That aside, it doesn't mean I'm going to stop watching you or being wary. I'm just not built that way. Period." He put a little more venom in that last part then he had intended because she suddenly glared at him.

"Why are you so hostile? As far as I can tell, I haven't tried to kill you in your sleep! I've gone out of my way to do whatever I could to help out, the last thing on my mind is betrayal, Carth. What did I do to deserve this?" It was an honest question and it deserved an honest answer. One she could tell would be hard for him to answer. She didn't let her glare down. She wasn't about to let this go. Carth rubbed the back of his head.

"You… uh, well you haven't done anything yet. But there's no guarantee that you won't do anything in the future. I've been betrayed before by people and I… well, it won't happen again." He said it into his cup as he stared at the liquid inside. She ran her fingers through her hair, frustrated.

"Of course it won't happen again if you never trust anyone! What do I have to do to get you to trust me? Save you from a burning building? Secure world peace? Bring back the dead—Well tough luck, I can't do that! Damn it, Carth, I just can't!" She tried to stop from shouting so they didn't draw attention… and she was trying hard not to get all teary eyed.

He rubbed his face. No. That wasn't it. He knew he was making this hard for her… but it wasn't easy for him to let go. If he could fix everything…

"… I don't want you to bring back the dead… hell, If I could, I would give up anything for that but even if you could—"

"—Then what do you want from me! What am I supposed to do…" She pleaded.

Carth frowned at her. He crossed his arms as he stared at her.

"Look… I'm not trying to insult you. This is just the way I am, no need to take it personally." She jumped up so fast the chair screeched under her and she slammed her hands on the table, shocking not only Carth but a few people walking by. Okay… forget being emotional, that last part did it. She was angry.

"Trying not to insult me? No need to take it personally? Oh, now you care? Now, you want to start throwing out some disclaimers so that you can look at least half decent in my eyes? Like hell! Don't you tell me to not take it personally, you—you—you hairless Wookiee!" She shouted at him. She didn't want to be mean to him, but she couldn't help it now. He was contradicting himself so much and she was tired of it.

"Hairless Wookiee? Alright, sister, just… just… just calm down before your head explodes." She laughed but it wasn't because she thought it was funny. It was out of frustration. A couple people behind them kept taking glances in their direction, curious if a fight was about to erupt. If they were lucky, a fist fight even.

Their money wasn't on Carth either.

"Really? Glad you're worried! Glad you're finally taking some time out of your busy schedule to worry about me. Really, I'm ecstatic. Can't you tell? You must be the most—" She stopped short and then continued again. "We'll just see whose head explodes, you ungrateful monkey-lizard!" Carth raised an eyebrow at her before leaning forward.

"Is that your idea of an insult? Come on, sister, take your best shot." He taunted. She narrowed her eyes at him. Was he really going to go there? How about when she knocked his block off, would he still be taunting her then? Damn it, why couldn't she just throw stuff at him? The cup, the plates… the chair… maybe a Rodian.

"You think you're cute, don't you? You know, I wouldn't taunt someone unless you were sure you could handle them in a fight you drooling Bomarr cast-off!" Some people behind them snickered at their little quarrel but Samirah paid them no attention. Her focus was all on Carth.

"Oh, ouch. Doubting my fighting skills and calling me a drooling Bomarr cast-off? I think you hurt my man-feelings with that one." He chuckled and she simply remained glaring at him, her fists balled up.

"Don't patronize me." Her voice was low. If it wasn't for the fact that they were supposed to be on the same side, she would have hit him by now.

"Wouldn't think of it." This time, he really sounded sincere and like he meant it and that made Samirah relax a little bit. She took a deep breath and just looked at him. "Feel better now?" She thought for a moment before sitting down but still glaring at him.

"Maybe a little." She said, not really wanting to admit it, but knowing that she really did. Though, she still wanted to just hit him really hard and was sure she would find a way to accidentally do so.

"Good. Then maybe we can talk reasonably about this. All I've been trying to say is that this isn't personal. If you were smart, you wouldn't trust anyone, either… not me, not Bastila and especially not yourself." Her face fell and she looked down at her cup.

"I wouldn't want to live like that." She spoke quietly but loud enough for him to hear. Not trusting anyone was a hard life as a scout and usually was how she lived unfortunately.

For her, it was because she was scared too… and didn't really have anyone to trust. The first person she really ever trusted was Trask… and look where that got him. She didn't want to live not trusting people and she had trusted people but as a scout… you never stayed in contact for fear of jeopardizing her conquests and such.

"Not all of us have the luxury of a choice. I'm conditioned this way, sorry." He said it bitterly but the message was clear to her. She sparked up again.

"So leave, then. Why do you need me? What good is a person you can't trust? Be on your own, it's obviously what you want, Carth. You don't need me. You don't need anyone. You've made that message quite clear to me so why don't you just go then… the door is over there."She nodded her head in the direction, feeling surprising bitter toward Carth. Again… he brought the worst out of her. He looked at her, shocked by the small hint of venom in her voice. She was capable of that too?

"It's not what I want, I have a duty and I intend to see it through. The galaxy's in danger and I want to save it… that's what I want! Why is whether or not I trust you or anyone so damned important to you? Why… why do you even care?" This time she looked at him shocked.

"Because everyone needs someone they can trust. What's life without someone to confide in, someone who you could bring to a fight and know that they would have your back. I want to be that person, I want people to be able to trust me and I want to, if even for a little bit, be able to make a difference." She looked at him with determination. "I care because to me, it's important. It may not be to you, but damn it Carth…" She stopped trying to collect her thoughts, frustration and anger. She was tired of this.

He looked at her, surprised before looking away.

"We don't have time for this. Can we please just… drop it? For now? Can we pick it up later if you really must, I… want to get underway." When he looked at her again, she was no longer looking at him but away from him. She looked… hurt.

Again. Again he sealed up. Again he wanted to ignore everything. The conversation ended the same way they always did. Maybe she just needed to leave. When they were clear from here she was going to just leave. He can deal with his own insecurities without her… he obviously didn't need her around and obviously didn't want her around either. How could he when he contradicted his every statement. He was just using her to get Bastila out safely.

And if that helped the republic then fine. She would do it and then she would leave for some other star system… Bakura, Xcorpon, Horuset… somewhere, anywhere.

"Fine." She mumbled as she stood up and left the Cantina, leaving Carth to trail behind her. He wasn't sure where they were going but he was just going to follow her as they left. She wasn't exactly happy with the end of the conversation, like with most. She walked out of the Cantina and paused in the hallway. She then turned, going back the way they had come when a thought occurred to her.

She was sure she had seen an apartment complex when they entered. Maybe they could find another abandoned apartment... somewhere they could stay while down here. She wasn't tired yet but she was sick of Carth and his constant babble of not trusting her. How much more of it was she going to have to endure before she could depart and be on her own again.

She did want someone to trust and she didn't want to be alone but what was she supposed to do? She didn't want a pity party but when you put it into perspective: There were only two people she really, honestly trusted and neither one of them were still alive. Trask Ulgo and her flight captain, Devron Uhdea. Was that an omen or something? The only other person she was attempting to trust was the one person who vowed to never trust a human being again…

This wasn't exactly what she was aiming for when she agreed to this mission, damn it!

For now, she tried to focus on saving Bastila and that was proving to be something hard to focus on. She was sure that this wasn't going to be smooth sailing and she silently pleaded to the stars that she make it through this without killing Carth… and she was 85% sure that she wouldn't do it.

Okay, maybe 70%...


Thanks for reading guys and if you've stayed dedicated this far- Give yourself a big hug for me because you guys are officially my heroes for reading thus far (even though its only chapter 4 out of like... a billion... I don't know lol)

If you guys can, let me know what you think and if your enjoying it thus far. If you're wanting to see more of something or just want to through a comment my way, please do! I appreciate anything you have to say- it means you're reading! ^-^

Thanks again and I should update the next chapter soon- it's already written but just needs to be proof read and edited.

SilverShards