"Did I tell you anything last night?" Carth repeated suspiciously, setting his jacket sufficiently over his shoulders and giving them a tug. Connan groaned. She picked up her brush and began brushing out her anger into her hair, forcefully pushing out every single tangle, not caring if it hurt her head.

"For the umpteenth time: No! Why would I care anyways?" Connan pulled her hair back into a ponytail and began to pull it through the rubber band. Carth still looked at her in disbelief. "Look, you didn't tell me anything. I swear to you as a Celtic."

"Well…." Carth looked around the empty apartment, considering what she was telling him. He didn't know how much honor Celtics had. Probably not a lot, by the way Connan was acting. "Alright. I believe you. For now."

Connan groaned and rolled her eyes.

"Are you coming, Onasi?" She asked him, throwing a one-strap sack over her shoulder and holding it in place with her clamped hand. "I'm heading to the Bek base. Unless you think I'm going to jump you on the way there, steal all your possessions and find Bastila myself, stealing away all your glory."

"Very funny, Frai." Carth stood. "I'm coming with you." Connan stuck her tongue out at him at left the room.

"Then hurry up, lazy bum." She scolded. "It's nearly noon."

-----

"Hey, Onasi?" Connan's voice was stern and gentle. She wandered into the Lower City cantina with her partner and made him sit down so they could talk. "I think we need to talk."

"I'm all ears, beautiful." Carth smirked mercilessly. Connan raised her eyebrows.

"Beautiful, eh? I like the sound of that." She shot back. In truth, she hated the name. But that smirk Carth plastered onto his face unnerved her. She was trying to goad him into getting mad.

Carth didn't take the bait.

"Really?" He asked, his voice barely faltering. He laid on his elbow and stretched his muscles out from under the table top.

"Yes," Connan poked him in the shoulder. "Keep calling me that."

"Connan," Jishin said. "Why are we flirting with him?"

"Were we flirting? I didn't notice." Connan answered as Carth tried to think up another comeback.

"Oi, you're impossible." Jishin growled as she rolled her eyes.

"Maybe I will," Carth finally said. He stared down at Connan with a sly smile. "But what will you call me in return?"

Connan nearly choked on her own breath.

"Ha! He got us. Are you ready to give up?" Jishin asked her other. Connan scoffed.

"No fraking way."

"Ooh, I like the sound of pet-names." Connan purred out loud. "How about… handsome thug?" Carth burst out laughing, and he laid a hand on the table they resided at.

"That's unusual, I'll give you that. And I do like the ring of the first part." He stated between gulps of choked laughter.

Jishin stared at Connan in disgust.

"Handsome…thug?" She sputtered, watching Connan stifle her own fit of giggles. "Of all the things in the world we could have said! We had to say handsome thug! Oh, Force, handsome thug! We had to say that! We couldn't have thought of anything else!" Connan mentally stuck her tongue out at her twin, which set her more off. "Don't you stick that furry thing out at me, missy. I'll take over so quickly you don't remember who Revan is!"

Connan stopped laughing and stared at her twin.

"….Is?"

"Ok, enough joking around," Carth yanked Connan away from throwing another insult at her other self. "What was it you wanted to talk about?" Connan nodded.

"First, I wanted to apologize. I got off the subject of out last real conversation so quickly, we never finished the whole thing about why you think I'm a Sith." She scoffed as she watched Carth raise his brow. "And this is a rare thing: watching Celtics apologize. So savor the moment, it won't last long." Carth nodded playfully.

"Of course," He mused. "And you don't have to apologize. I shouldn't go off on everyone I meet and accuse them of anything. If anyone should apologize, it should be me."

"Damn straight he should!" Jishin spat.

"So, do you trust me enough now to tell me why you don't trust people?" Connan asked, crossing one leg over the other. Carth snorted.

"Maybe. It's just not something I talk about very often; and I don't know why you're so damn interested."

"Because you're so damn stubborn about it." Connan retaliated. Carth chuckled, breathing quickly through his nose and closing his eyes as he looked away.

"What do you know about Telos?" Carth asked abruptly. Connan raised an eyebrow at him. "Just tell me."

Connan sat sideways in the chair and re-crossed her legs over each other.

"There's a lot to tell, from the information that I got." She started, slowly swinging a hand in Carth's direction. "The TSF has been slowly going down the drain since the Mandalorian Wars. Officer Grenn supposedly single-handedly stopped a Rodian smuggler from escaping to Nar Shadaa by stowing away in a ship and strangling him from behind." She flipped through her rather extent memory, having it flash before her eyes as they came.

"Everything about Telos," Jishin nodded, searching thoroughly. "This will take a while."

"That was just a year ago, and wasn't open information to the public." Carth became explicit. "I need something four years ago."

"Four years ago, that narrows it down by three-fourths." Jishin called. Connan nodded.

"Let's see… Saul Karath disappeared from the Republic with no luck in his finding." Connan placed one index finger over the other, showing the first thing she knew.

Carth leaned onto the table, using his right arm as a brace.

"After that."

"Some captain reenlisted into the Republic army: Oncar, Nascasi—"

"Onasi."

"Yeah, that was it." Connan flicked a finger at him. "That report was so coded it was almost impossible to read. So this—wait." Connan looked up at Carth with wide eyes. Carth smirked, scoffing and wiping his lip.

"Onasi?" Connan repeated. She gawked at him, her mouth drooping every so slightly.

"Onasi? That's what that said! That makes a lot more sense!" Jishin clapped her hands together.

"Yes, I reenlisted into the army. I quit after the Mandalorian Wars, but when Darth Revan came back, I had no choice but to try and stop him." Carth said. Connan frowned and seemed to ponder what he said, but chose to ignore the gender remark. "But please, by all means, keep on."

Carth now leaned back into his chair and crossed his arms. Something was definitely strange with this woman. She knew things that most Telosian citizens never knew.

Unless they were sneaky.

"Then there was the attack on Telos by Darth Revan and Darth Malak, lead by the missing Saul Karath." Connan continued slowly, watching Carth's face change from an amused one to an expression of utter disgust. "The surface of Telos was covered with radiation that only the Irodonians could withstand without harm, and nearly half the population was wiped out. The TSF called for help from the Irodonians, from Czerka, and from another organization which couldn't contribute anything despite their attempts to."

"The attack," Carth lowered his head as if in mourning. His hair wafted into his face. "Telos is my homeworld. So many people I knew died in that massacre."

"Why call it a massacre?" Connan questioned. "Only about maybe one hundred thousand people died in that."

"And that isn't a massacre? You've seen more deaths in one day?" Carth growled, his temper more than ablaze.

"You'd be surprised." Connan began digging dirt out from under her long finger nails. She peered closely at each nail, looking for anything offensive.

"Try me." Carth seethed. His eyes narrowed and continued to glare in her direction.

"What are we waiting for?" She asked suddenly, standing up abruptly and surprising Carth into nearly falling over. "Let's get moving!" She walked out of the cantina and into the filthy streets of the Lower City.

"Wait." Carth said, racing after her and stopping her in the middle of the road. "I've told you a lot about me. And I barely even know your name."

"Connan Frai."

"I know that, I'm just saying it as an expression." Carth stated testily. Connan crossed her arms and cocked and eye at him.

"So what did you want to know?" She asked slyly.

"About your past. I know nothing about it." Carth said. Connan leaned up against the greasy wall and sighed, letting her pack slide onto her crooked arm.

"My past?" She started. "Where to start? I was born at a pretty young age…." She stared at his serious face and sighed. "Alright. Recent history. I suppose you won't believe that I've been playing in cantinas all around the galaxy for credits, huh?"

"Not likely." Carth rested and elbow above her head and stared down at her. Connan's face flushed, and she looked away from him. She suddenly felt the uncomfortable feeling wash down her from his looks. She chuckled, quickly recomposing herself.

"Good, because I haven't." She clicked her tongue at him.

"Well, then what? Have you really been on Sajor?" Carth asked softly.

"Good guess." Connan winked at him suddenly. "There! Now you know some about me!"

"What?" Carth dragged on. His shoulders drooped. "You've told me nothing!"

"That's because you're so good at guessing." Connan pinched Carth's cheeks lovingly. He scowled, slapping her hand away. "Now let's get into the Undercity already."

-----

It was dark in the Undercity, to say the least. Almost pitch black. Luckily for Connan, Carth was smart enough to bring along a glowstick or two so they could have light. Seeing in that place was like staring to a black abyss and spotting a speck of light light-years away.

So why were the Exchange men in front of her, Mission, and Carth sticking blasters at them?

"Who are you?" Connan crossed her arms ruefully. The twelve men staring her down held blasters up blindly.

"Put your weapons down, you trigger-happy brats." A gruff voice pounded through the men, and they eventually set down the blasters. "They aren't rakghouls. Especially the cute little one in the middle."

"I beg your pardon!" Connan spat, realizing she was standing in between Mission and Carth. She stared at the man, trying to get a good picture of him. His gray hair stuck straight up in the air. His red vest covered his black shirt. His huge blaster rested confidently in his hands. His smug brown eyes looked Connan up and down, making her flush and become self-conscious.

She didn't like him.

"Oh, you don't have to beg to me, hon." The man said, earning an aghast gasp from Connan as she stepped back into Mission. "Just looking at you is enough for me."

"Why you—" Connan reached for her right vibroblade and began walking offensively toward the man. Carth linked her arm to his and held her back.

"Don't cause trouble with the Mandalorian." He ordered into her ear.

"Tell me that when he makes a wise crack at you." Connan fought Carth's strength to regain control over herself, but to no avail. Carth held her in a tight lock.

"It wasn't a wise crack, hon." The Mandalorian continued, walking closer to her. "It was truth."

"Wall-eyed schutta!" Connan screeched, giving one last attempt to lunge toward him, causing the man to burst out in an infuriating laughter. Carth strained to pull her back from the man.

"He has twelve men with blasters and you have me and the kid. It that a good battle?" He hissed to her. She switched her gaze from the man to Carth, then to Mission. Then she finally resheathed her vibroblade.

"Fine," She snarled, crossing her arms and pouting. Carth scoffed.

"Who are you?" The defensive Twi'lek insisted. "We don't have time; we have to go find Big Z."

"I'm called Candorous Ordo. These are the lackeys I'm babysitting. We're heading back up to the surface. I suggest you do the same, hon. Wouldn't want that pretty face to get all mauled up." The Mandalorian said, knowing Connan's reaction.

"You—" She stopped herself in mid-sentence. "Good riddance." She spat. Candorous bowed slyly and left with his men.

"That was unpleasant." Mission crossed her arms. Connan nodded in apparent agreement.

"Let's hope we don't see him again."

"Anyhow," Carth looked at the area schematics once more. "The sewers are in this direction. Let's head out."

"Rakghouls!" Mission screeched. She pointed behind them with a blue streaked finger. "Get ready to fight!"

"Jishin!" Connan took out both of her blades and whirled them around.

"Got it." The other swept control of the body, ready to take down the 'ghouls. She glanced behind her to find Carth and Mission with their blasters withdrawn.

"Alright," Connan shrugged beside her body, winking at Jishin. "We can beat them with just melee weapons." Jishin nodded.

The woman leapt into battle, instantly cutting off one 'ghoul's head and gutting another one in the same movement. The rancid smell of acid against flesh spilled out and onto Jishin. She scowled. Her clothes were now filthy.

Three rakghouls surrounded Jishin like she was prey and they were the predators. Taking on one at a time was fine and dandy, but taking on three at a time was slightly challenging. She turned in a slow circle, steadily watching each rakghoul for any weakness. One of them was keeping weight off of their leg, and another didn't have an arm.

"We're going to have to get creative, Jishin," Connan said. "Give me control of the left hand and the vocals." The twin nodded.

"Alright, one moment."

The three 'ghouls jumped simultaneously, giving Connan's free hand time to pull out a mine and attach it to her hand.

"Take this, beast!" She screeched, holding the hand up to the first rakghoul.

"Connan!" Carth saw her actions and gawked. "What are you doing? You're going to rip your own hand off!"

Ignoring Carth's pleas, Connan kept the hand up and felt the other hand whip around in Jishin's control. The rakghoul to the right of them was dead now, on the ground with its head settled next to its torso.

The 'ghoul Connan took on reared backward to strike her with its claws.

"Now!" Connan screamed at Jishin. Jishin moved the legs forward, closer to the 'ghoul. Connan lunged the hand into the rakghoul's chest, setting off the mine instantly.

The explosion was messy, and slightly rank, but it got the job done. The rakghoul flew backward, only a big ball of guts left of him. Connan was pushed back a little bit from the force of the mine, but she quickly recovered.

A blaster shot rang through the abandoned streets, and a squeak from the last 'ghoul came before the third one dropped dead at Jishin's feet.

Jishin left control of the vessel shared by the two minds and Connan was forced to take over once more. She turned to face the two blaster-holders. The frightened Carth and the miffed Mission.

"What did you just do?" Carth asked sharply. "You could have massacred your whole arm!"

"But it's fine, see?" She held up her left arm and pulled up her sleeve, showing no scars or bruises.

"But—how?" Mission asked. "I thought that the explosion would go both ways."

"People usually think that, yes, but I found at an early age that they only explode on the top. The bottom is just there to hold it." Connan crossed her arms. "So no harm done."

It seemed to Carth that she didn't want to continue the conversation at the moment, so he let her be with that one.

"And where did you get that little maneuver?" Carth inquired. "You kept one hand completely in place while swinging the other around to the last rakghoul."

"That's a secret." Connan winked at her partner flirtingly. Carth humphed and crossed his arms, his eyes narrowing. "Now, who's going to find Zaalbar?"

-----

"You're going to be alright, Connan!" Mission—the blue Twi'lek—insisted. She placed her cold blue hands on Connan's shaking shoulders. Connan kept her gaze strictly onto the floor. The Beks around her buzzed about busily, preparing for the race. "You put in the prototype engine yourself; you know that you're going to be fine."

"Yes," Zaalbar, the rather persistent Wookie agreed. "I swear to you that you're going to be ok."

Connan smirked, remembering that the night before she had saved the Wookie from the Gammoreans. The walking carpet had actually sworn a life-debt to a very surprised Connan, and dragged Mission into it somehow too. Connan now had three mouths to feed—one who ate eight times a day.

"Well, that's all well and great. Confidence is something to be desired, but anxiousness is folly to the bone." Connan droned absentmindedly.

"What?" Mission asked.

"Connan, where did we learn that?" Jishin asked too, raising an eyebrow at her other.

A long silence occurred as Connan glanced from the Wookie to Mission.

"Uhh… it's something that my friend told me once." Connan excused.

"I don't recall any friend ever telling us that." Jishin flipped through their memories like a book.

"Well, duh, Genius. I don't know where I got it. It just popped up and flew out of our mouth." Connan scowled.

"Ah."

"I am not familiar with that mantra." Zaalbar explained. "I highly doubt Mission is either."

"It means don't be anxious, have confidence." Connan clarified.

"Yeah, do that. Oh, and win." Mission joked, poking her friend in the ribs. Connan laughed.

"Thanks, guys." She smiled warmly at them.

Mission glanced around the room quickly before letting out a moan.

"Oh, where is that Carth?" She asked loudly. "He's awfully late."

"You didn't hear us last night?" Connan asked suddenly, surprise in her voice. "Were you really that asleep?"

"She sleeps harder than I do, I'll admit." Zaalbar said.

"It's true. What happened?" Mission crossed her arms.

"He said he didn't want me to go through with this; that he thought something funny was up and that it was too dangerous to go by myself." Connan rolled her eyes. "After this whole time of being with him, he's still underestimating me."

"Carth did have a point that something funny is going to happen. I can feel it in my bones." Mission shivered, rubbing her hands against her shoulders to conduct heat.

"I'm going to be fine," Connan smirked at herself. "You just told me I was going to be, so don't you go having second thoughts."

"So what are you going to do with the Jedi?" Mission changed the subject. "Once you win her, I mean."

"I'm going to give her to Carth. End of story. Jedi aren't my favorite species." Connan growled.

"I was not aware that Jedi were species." Zaalbar said, mispronouncing "Jedi".

"They are to me, big guy." Connan slapped the furball on the shoulder lightly.

"Break a leg out there, Connan!" Mission said, pushing the woman into the Rodian waiting for her. Then she laughed. "On second thought, don't."

"Alright." Connan thought to her other. "It's just a swoop race. We can handle that, can't we?"

"We better be able to, since we only have five tries to win." Jishin mused, forcing Connan forward with the Rodian. "When did we swoop last?"

"I think it was back on Sajor—what—a year ago? Right before it—" Connan stopped talking, knowing what her other was thinking.

"Enough of that conversation. Let's just race."

-----

They won the races on the first two tries. Connan stood on the platform, waiting for the judge to call her prize.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to announce the winner of this year's race: Connan Frai! And here to present her with her prize: Brejik of the Black Vulcars!" The alien said. Connan crossed her arms as the arrogant Brejik strode up to the podium. His smug smile flashed in her direction as he ran a gloved hand through his greasy hair.

"People, hear me! Your winner has cheated!" He pointed straight at Connan. His smile now changed to a fierce snarl.

Both Connan and Jishin erupted in anger at the same moment, causing their vocals to split between the two.

"You're a damn liar, Brejik!" They screamed, one voice lower than the other so anyone could tell them apart. Brejik stepped back slightly, his black eyebrows raised and fear apparent on his face.

"As punishment to this freak—I withdraw my prize!" Brejik declared, thrusting a thumb in Bastila's direction.

"But you know the rules, you can't do that!" The judge stated. "You're not allowed to take out any prizes used. All sets are final."

"You fool!" Brejik took out a sword. "You think that your rules faze me? Vulcars, take this woman away!" Brejik pointed to Bastila once more.

"I'm afraid I might have something to say about that, Brejik."

The cage holding Bastila prisoner busted open and onto one guard's head, smashing his face in and killing him with its ferocity. The woman glided out of the cage, kicking the guard next to her in the stomach and taking his weapon.

Connan's neck hairs bristled at the sight of the woman. She suddenly got the urge to pull out her most deadly grenade and throw it onto Bastila's head.

"How could you escape from there?" A miffed Brejik stepped back. "That neural disruptor should have kept you in check! No normal Republican Senator could pull that off!"

"Is that what you thought she was? You idiot." Jishin and Connan spat literally onto the ground, watching the saliva dissolve into the dirt.

"You obviously underestimate the mind of a Jedi, Brejik. A mistake you won't live to make again." Bastila threatened, swinging her weapon around menacingly. She walked over to Connan and smirked.

"You dare threaten me?" Brejik was now sounding like a bratty little child that didn't get what he wanted now to Connan and Jishin. They quickly tired of hearing him talk. "Vulcars, to me! Kill this woman, kill the freak, kill them all!"

Twelve aliens surrounded Connan and Bastila, swishing around swords violently.

"We'll handle this," Connan and Jishin told Bastila coldly.

"My thoughts exactly." Bastila chided sweetly. Connan rolled her eyes.

"We weren't talking to her." She told her other inwardly.

"I know that, I said the words too." Jishin answered. "Now fight!"

Connan took out two swords.

"I'll fight them. No one calls me a freak and gets away with it." Connan slashed at one man, falling to the ground and rolling out of the way of his own sword. The blade slammed into the ground and seeped into the dirt, grinding itself into the texture. The man couldn't get his sword out of the ground. When Connan jumped to her feet again, she stabbed at the man, hitting him in his chest and killing him.

Connan leaped into the air, dodging yet another sword, this time from a Rodian hopped up on spice. His blood-shot foggy green eyes watered as he took a stab at Connan's bust. She flipped backwards, driving her blade into a man's back, who Bastila just happened to be fighting. Connan stuck her hand into her pocket and pulled out a frag grenade. She threw it at the Rodian just in front of her, clicking off the ring at the top moments before letting go of the explosive.

Three down, nine to go.

"You, freak!" Brejik shoved passed his own men hastily and came face-to-face with Connan. Her eyes hardened and she kept her glare constant on her face. "I'll kill you myself."

"We will enjoy wiping your blood from our blades, Brejik." Connan and Jishin said, amusement dripping from Jishin's side of the vocals. Connan dragged the sword across her tongue eagerly. She wasted no time in thrusting her sword into Brejik's armor. He parried and smashed the hilt of his sword into Connan's stomach. She cringed and cried out ever so slightly.

Connan growled angrily. She started rolling across the floor, out of the way of Brejik's life-threatening blade. She lifted herself up after an eighty degree turn and kicked Brejik's feet out from under him. He toppled onto the ground with a grunt, giving Connan time enough to stand. He scrambled up from the ground quickly and attacked Connan.

The woman blocked him beat-for-beat. Each time he struck out at her, she would block and attack with an equal force. The battle raged between them around the racing arena. The men still alive watched in horror as either their boss was getting annihilated or their savior was getting massacred.

"Die already!" Connan and Jishin cried impatiently, driving the flat side of the blade onto Brejik's face. A huge red mark surfaced, blood spilling everywhere. Connan smirked.

"Heh. Not so pretty now, eh, Pretty Boy?" They snarled at him. Brejik stepped backward.

"Now I recognize you!" He pointed at Connan, who stood straight.

"Truly? We're touched." Connan made their vessel bow.

"You're the General on Sajor! Everyone's been saying you were dead! What's the matter, couldn't handle the sight of that much blood?" Brejik taunted. Connan blanched.

"You…." Connan closed her eyes, feeling her shoulders shaking. She was furious. "How dare you. You have no right to… to bring that up!"

"So you are General Frai!" Brejik joked. "We could use someone of your—talents—in our gang."

Connan sighed, fighting to control her rage. She gripped a hand around her blade, cutting her hand. The blood ran off of her sword and plopped onto the ground.

Bastila nearly fainted at the next part.

Connan threw her sword at Brejik. Quickly. So quickly no one knew she'd thrown it.

Unfortunately for her, it landed three feet in front of him. Brejik stood there, laughing his head off.

"Not good aim, have you?" He asked. Connan continued to stare.

The vibrosword blew up. Brejik screamed. Connan jumped into the air. Bastila formed a shield around herself to protect her and the other spectators from the shock.

Connan landed in front of Brejik, who was on the ground, gasping for air. Her expression was emotionless, as if she had trained herself to use the face for emergencies long ago. Brejik looked up at Connan slyly.

"It's been a pleasure, General." He nodded his head solemnly. "Why did you blow up your weapon?"

Now Connan smirked.

"We have another." She whipped out her vibroblade and stabbed it into his neck. He cried out, then went limp. Brejik of the Black Vulcars was dead.

Connan jerked the blade out of his neck and licked off the blood.

"Hmmm…." She and Jishin observed. "Taste like scum." She threw the blade away.

"E-excuse me, but w-who are you?" Bastila wandered up to Connan, her jaw slacked and her joints limp. "And what just happened?"

Connan took a controlling breath. Jishin stripped her voice away from Connan's painfully, causing Connan to grab her throat and wheeze.

"Are you alright?" Bastila asked, holding up a reassuring hand to Connan. The latter of the two slapped the hand away.

"I'm fine," She managed, trying to stand. "Let's get going." Connan looked around at all the blood. She squinted her eyes, feeling sick. "They all gonna hurt me, I swear." She murmured. She stepped over the bodies, making her way to the exit. Bastila picked up her lightsaber from Brejik, along with his armor.

"Wait." She insisted. "You're that Republic soldier, I remember you! How did you find me? How many people survived? What just happened?"

"You ask a lot of questions, don't you?" Connan chided. "Now hurry up before I leave you here with all that icky blood."

"That display right there was very… well… Republican-y of you. How can I be sure you're good?" Bastila cocked an eyebrow. Connan groaned turning around.

"Don't you Jedi have that whole 'See-if-they're-lying-through-the-Force' crap you use? Or would you prefer to tie me up and have me give you directions back to the apartment?" Connan spat her words coldly. "Now come on, Carth is waiting on us."

"Carth? Finally, a bit of good news!" Bastila sighed, obviously relieved. She caught up with Connan. "Take me to him at once! I'm sure with his skills as a commander and my brains and your—well, you—we can come up with a way out of this place!"

Connan scowled.

"That's the plan."

THE END!

Sorry it took Sooooo long to update, I'll try to fix that. I hope everything was understood. Well, the Jishin and Connan talking at the same time thing. This is seventeen pages, so you people better have liked it! And this chapter I will reply reviews separately; I haven't been keeping up with that lately. I'll update soon, I promise!