Two

Darth Sidious glared at the hologram that had been sent to him. "Jedi?"

In the darkened corner of the room Darth Vader remained as Darth Sidious shot him a scowl and then turned back to the hologram. "Kill them before they do something stupid."

Darth Vader grasped the hilt of his lightsaber. "Master, allow me to go."

"No," Darth Sidious growled, "stay here, we are in need of your service, Vader."

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Dass Jennir entered the underground bar, filled with the scum of the planet. Clones mingled here, their fast aging process giving them reason to want more out of life in a shorter period of time. Dass Jennir was also aging, his long, light blonde hair had shades of white through it now and his face had begun to soften.

A familiar face appeared at the bar and Jennir grinned, sitting down across from the man once known as Quinlan Vos. Vos stood and outstretched his hand. "You're looking well."

Jennir raised his dainty brow. "As are you."

Although he was accustomed to addressing a fellow Jedi as 'Master', this was no such place to do that. "They're here with you?"

"Yes," Jennir nodded, "I did not permit them to come inside."

Vos let out a laugh. "I thought you said they were the best you've ever seen?"

"Precisely," Jennir said, nodding to the waitress who gave him a drink, "they're a reckless pair."

"The very pair that caused old Ben all that grief when he helped the little green guy, huh?"

Jennir chuckled at Vos's new code. "Yes, they would be the ones."

"Always knew those two would be something." Vos's charm had never left him. "Call it a hunch."

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Seren sat, her arms crossed over her chest, and her head tilted back to watch the stars. A dull ache came from her bad shoulder, ever since the shot from the blaster she had trouble with it, and she reached up to rub it when Solan shifted in his seat. "What's the matter?"

"Nothing," Solan shook his head, looking peeved, "where is he? He said he'd be a minute."

Remaining as patient as ever, Seren rolled her eyes. "Calm down, he's fine."

"What if something happened to him?"

"Nothing happened to him, now shut-up."

A few silent moments passed by, Solan staring at the bar while Seren searched the skies above her. Solan's last nerve snapped and he leapt from the hovercraft, disturbing Seren. "Where are you going?" She snapped, following after him in her dark cloak.

"To find him." Solan replied, grabbing at his belt and glancing back. "Coming?"

Seren was exhausted by her brother's brashness. "Somebody has to watch your back."

The pair strolled toward the bar together and as they reached the entrance, a white suited officer came over and put a hand to Solan's chest. A click came on, activating the voice. "The bar's full."

Solan glanced at Seren, who only chuckled, and then waved his hand before the storm trooper's eyes. "I've already got a date, I'm not stealing from you or your troops."

"Looks like you've already got a date." The trooper took a step away.

Another trooper advanced then. "What's going on here?"

"He's already got a date," the first trooper replied, "he won't be stealing from us or the troops."

The second trooper paused for a minute and then looked back at the newcomers, bringing up a gun and aiming it at the pair. "All right, you two, just go back where you came from."

"All right, all right, we don't want any trouble."

Solan began to turn away, slipping his hand beneath his long, outer coat, and then spinning around to slice the trooper's head off with a gleaming lightsaber. Seren ignited her own, both glowing pale blue, and they went for the oncoming siege of storm troopers.

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"And what of 'old Ben'? Will he join us as well?"

His face darkening, Vos gave a sigh. "Afraid not. Old Ben's done with the likes of us."

Just then the head of a storm trooper plopped down the steps of the bar, followed by a calm pair. A few murmurs went through the crowd, fellow storm troopers turned from the sight, and the pair continued to the table where the old Jedi sat.

"Master," Solan said, leaning down, "we came to see if you were all right."

Vos sat back, eyeing the girl with a grin and giving a chuckle. "I'm fine." Jennir's said, more exasperated than angry. "Sit down."

Without hesitation, the pair sat on either side of Jennir as if they were his guard dogs. "Vos, I'd like you to meet Seren and Solan." Jennir gave a death warning glance to each of the twins. "This is Master Quinlan Vos."

"Pleased to meet you."

"A pleasure, sir."

Vos nodded to the pair and then grinned. "Yeah…I had a hunch."