This might not be one of my better chapters :P. This is basically a series of creative bursts that I revised afterwards. I'm pretty satisfied with where this story is going and I'm planning to write some more chapters, and if my story goes the way it's going, we're looking at anywhere between 5 and 10 chapters. So stay tuned for the next one (coming when it's done!).

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As the transport's door slid open, an overwhelming stench struck at Jarek's nostrils. He quickly put his hand to his face. "Ah, I love the smell of garbage in the morning." Daz snorted the smell in. The two friends struggled through the crowd. "I don't understand why we had to come here." Jarek whined.

"Because this is the easiest place to make some credits, and that's what we need right now." Daz fingered through his pocket, taking what he had left. He counted the credit chips in his hand. They added up to 12 credits. Dropping the chips back in his pocket, he ran his eyes over the entirety of the station: "There are a couple of things we could try, some quicker then others." He paused, pointing at a man wearing an elaborate green robe with golden trimmings and a longer, darker cloak that covered most of his body. The man walked quickly, bumping into everyone. "We could always try pick-pocketing. That guy looks like a noble." Said Daz, rubbing his hands.

"But that's so wrong…." Jarek didn't have time to finish his sentence, Daz darted towards the rich man. Daz melted into the crowd like water pouring through cracks in the dirt. It almost seemed like he was invisible. Daz was actually crouched extremely low, making him seem even smaller then he actually was. Jarek saw a furry blue hand inch towards the noble's robes, bury itself in them and come out clutching something. A blue spot made its way through the crowd, and all the way back to Jarek. Daz opened his hand, revealing a heap of sparkling square chips. "I don't believe it! I just made around 2000 credits! Who can afford to carry this much credits in the Undercity?" Daz tried to find the noble again, but he was gone. He rubbed his chin with a furry blue hand. "No matter. Now, to use this money properly. Ok, we're both gonna need some weapons…" Daz listed necessary, and other unnecessary, items that they would need to buy.

While Daz chattered on, Jarek drifted into his thoughts, thinking about recent events. He hadn't done a lot of thinking lately, his life had been going at such a fast pace compared to his life on Kamino. He kind of missed the cloning facility. The teachers there were always kind to him when he needed help, unlike the Jedi who turned him away because of his emotions. His teachers had helped him embrace his emotions. He didn't know why. He didn't even know why he had emotions, the other clones didn't…As he reflected, he saw a red spot out of the corner of his eye. It was a very subtle one, hidden in the crowd. When he looked towards the spot, he was amazed. Standing in the mob was the most beautiful Twi'lek he had ever led his eyes on, and he had seen a couple in the Undercity. Her skin was as red as a rose, a lekku was perfectly wrapped around her neck while the other hung on her shoulder. Her eyes were a striking blue that contrasted flawlessly with her skin. Her stride was slow and graceful, even when getting bumped into. Even if she was hidden in the swarm of sentients, to Jarek it appeared like he could see her alone, as if she was separated from the rest of the crowd. He noticed how she seemed to have difficulty manoeuvring in the swarm. He started towards her and Daz interrupted his speech: "Wait, where are you going?" Jarek ignored him and kept walking. He weaved his way into the crowd, trying to catch up with the Twi'lek, while Daz tried to follow Jarek's long strides. Then, as Jarek was a meter away from the beautiful alien, she got knocked over by an inconsiderate Nikto. He darted towards her and knelt next to her: "Are you ok?" She slowly nodded, slightly confused at the way this stranger helped her. "Hey you!" Jarek shouted into the crowd. The Nikto turned around and settled his harsh gaze on Jarek. He was unshaken by the alien's attempt at intimidation and rose to his feet. "You just knocked over this sentient, have some respect!"

Jarek wasn't sure, but if the Nikto had eyebrows, it would be cocking one right now: "You'd better watch your mouth boy!" The Nikto barked at him and started to turn away.

"You didn't say you were sorry!" Jarek shouted at the alien's back. The Nikto gave a quick laugh and walked away. Jarek turned back to the Twi'lek and gave her a hand: "Let me help." Jarek offered with a smile. She wrapped her fingers around his slowly, one by one, and he jolted at the contact of their skin. When she stood up, her eyes looked straight into his. They stayed standing for an instant, holding hands. It felt like they were gazing into each other's soul. Jarek wished the minute would have lasted an eternity. Moments like these are why I'm happy I'm not a Jedi. She took away her hand and hid it behind her back, like ashamed. "Thanks for your help handsome." She offered, setting up defensive veil of detachment. "So who are you anyway?" She asked, grabbing one of her lekku with her other hand.

"I'm Jarek, I guess you could say I just moved here. So who are you gorgeous?" He replied setting up similar defences.

"No last names?" she giggled "I'm Ahlani. Listen, I gotta go. You want my comlink number? We could chat later." She insisted with a wonderful smile. Her barricade cracked slightly.

"Um….sure." Jarek replied uncertainly. She doodled on a piece of durasheet. She handed it to him and ran off, giving him a gracious wave. Jarek glanced at the number on the durasheet. Ahlani. Daz finally broke through the crowd. "I tell you, if you were my height, you would be doomed." Jarek thought for a second, and then presented the durasheet to Daz.

"Uh Daz, could you tell me what this is for?"