Disclaimer: Star Wars still belongs to LucasArts... damn. Either way, the only characters that belong to me are the original ones... bet you can tell which ones they are, since they're only in the interludes.

Author's notes: I actually expected to post this later, but I needed to give you guys an explanation. Firstly, I'm sure you've noticed the title's changed. The reason is in my bio, if you want to read it. The only thing I will say here is that I apologize to Prisoner 24601 – title copying was not my intention, my deepest apologies for that. I didn't know there was another KoTOR story with the same title. I was ignorant. Then again, I'm a Sith, so I don't really follow the Jedi Code... but I apologize again.

Carthoholics, the first glimpses of romance are here, though I really don't know how far I'll go with the Carth romance. What do you think?

Anyway, I'm currently writing some interludes for the later part of the story – 'How Revan met Malak' (important: that is NOT the interlude's title – thank God) is already finished, tips on an interlude describing their relationship, anyone?

Taris is officially a wrap – it's ready to be posted, though the speed of it depends on the amount of reviews. I know, I'm evil (and damn proud of it, too!)

MilenaSkywalker: Well, that was the intent. I actually dislike the stories where the ending is always clear, LS goody-two-shoes Revan head-over-heels with Carth. That's one reason why I'm writing it like this – I assure you, she's not the one who'll be falling for him... not yet anyway. I assume you're a Carthoholic? Read on... Carth's the one who'll have to think up pick-up lines, not like in the game. :-D

Dark Lord Daishi – That was the intent. Read on... things are about to get interesting. Enter Mission and Zaalbar!

The ilver erpent – Here's the Lower City chapter.

EDIT: I seem to have a teensy bug with the brackets to identify alien languages...they don't seem to appear when I upload the fic, yet I write them in the fic... no idea how I could remove that – it worked for Chapter 2... so they´re hereby replaced by italics, that seem to work. You´ll notice that, I´m sure. I changed it in Chapter 2, too.

Oh, and lyrics added to the Prologue. Check them out – maybe you´ll figure something out.

Enjoy.

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Chapter 3 – Hunter

X X X X

The Lower City was quite the slum – just the way Revan remembered it. Seeing as Sith weren't exactly welcome down there, just as the Upper City guard told them, the pair quickly stripped off the Sith uniforms, putting them back into the backpacks they were carrying just in case, since they figured they would need the uniforms soon enough. The worst thing that could happen was the scene they walked into: a group of thugs, probably a swoop gang was opposing another gang.

"You Beks are nothing but bantha fodder! The Vulkars are the strongest!" a thug taunted.

"We'll show you who´s the strongest!" a Rodian Bek shouted back. Unfortunately, the Beks were slaughtered by the other gang.

"More strangers!" their leader shouted at the sight of Carth and Revan.

Revan merely rolled her eyes as the thugs charged at them. Usually, she would deal with the bunch of street thugs with a regular Force Storm. Since that was out of the question while with Onasi, she chose the second option – deal with them manually. Carth spared her the effort by shooting them quicker than they could notice.

"You know, maybe this will be a smooth cooperation after all." Revan noted, though not without slight sarcasm. He didn't catch that, so he shot her a smile.

Seeing as there probably would be some gangs on the way, she entered the apartments and searched them for "free equipment" as Revan called it. Since the apartments were mostly filled with corpses, Carth had to admit that there was no point leaving good weapons and armor to waste. One particular strong security crate caught Revan´s attention – it was surrounded by holoprojectors. There was a message on it:

"Gilthos: Sorry I couldn't be there with you, but here's the package I promised. Remember, activate the holographic security system in the proper order to open it or... BOOM! Just activate the holograms in the same order that they joined the band. Since you´re the Twisted Rancor Trio's manager, you should be able to figure out the code. I still think it is a mistake. Davik won't be happy if Ashana can´t fill in for her sister. And you don´t want to get Davik mad or you might never come out of that estate again. Anyway, good luck. And if this works, think about what a great chapter it'll make in that biography of the band you've been working on."

Fortunately, there was a footlocker nearby. And the datapad she looted was titled "The Twisted Rancor Trio" – the complete biography of the band. She could hear blaster fire from outside, but that only meant that Onasi was effectively distracting the gangs, so she didn't bother assisting him. She activated the holograms in the order the datapad read and found an Echani fiber armor in the security crate, into which she happily changed immediately – the Republic clothing she wore was a bad fashion statement in her option and she could pose as a merc now. Still, she kept the tan trousers, waistcoat and creamy shirt, just in case.

Only one apartment was locked. One glance at Carth told her that he thought they shouldn't go in. Precisely the reason why she sliced the lock.

"Hey – you can´t come in here!" a green Twi´lek man shouted at them. "This is a private apartment!"

"What are you doing here? This place looks abandoned!" Revan demanded.

"None of your business. Just turn around and go back the way you came, if you know what's good for you."

Revan could sense some fear in his aura, but not much."Are you in some sort of trouble? Do you want to talk about it?"

He hesitated, "I... I guess I could tell you. You'll probably find out on your own eventually, anyway. Zax is giving his bounties away like candy, or so I hear. My name's Matrik – I used to work for the Exchange, but all the violence and killing started to get to me. I knew what I was doing was wrong, so I turned state's evidence. My testimony helped put some of the biggest criminals on Taris away for life. But Davik didn't like seeing his friends go down, so he's got a bounty on my head."

"Maybe there's some way I could help you out of this mess." Revan suggested. Like expose you to Zax, perhaps.

"I don't think there's much anyone could do. And I´m getting sick of running. I've decided to make my stand right here." he said with a sigh.

"Maybe you could fake your own death?" Carth said.

"I've already thought of that." Matrik said, nodding, "I even came up with a plan of how to do it. but I can´t pull it off while I´m holed up in here."

"Tell me us plan and we might help you out." Revan glared at Carth for that one – they didn't need unnecessary problems.

"The trick is getting Davik to buy it when there's no body found at the scene. If it looks like I died in a massive explosion, he won't be suspicious when my corpse never turns up." Matrik explained, "If I had an accomplice go back and tell Davik that they were the one who set off the explosion to eliminate me, I think I´d be home free. I have some demolitions experience from my own days in the Exchange, so I could set it all up. But I´d need to get my hands on a permacrete detonator."

"You've got one of those things, Alexa." Carth pointed out the detonator she bought in Kebla Yurt's shop in the Upper City.

"Yeah, but I thought I´d use it to destroy the guns guarding the Undercity elevator, not to help someone else." Carth glared at her. "Fine, take it. But if we won't be able to get down there, don't say I didn't warn you."

"Let me see... " Matrik eagerly took it. "Yes, this should do the trick. There won't be anything left of this apartment but some scorching on the walls after I set this bad boy off!" he began adjusting it on the floor. It took only a few seconds. "Okay, the timer's set! No let´s get out of here before it blows!"

They ran out of the apartment, stopping at a safe distance. Not surprisingly, the detonator blew up the entire apartment.

"That was quite the blast!" Matrik chuckled, "Don't go back there – the whole roof might cave in on your head. Look, I´m not a man for long goodbyes, but I want to say "thanks". If it wasn't for you, I'd be a dead man. But now I won't have to worry about any more bounty hunters coming after me. So good luck, and goodbye. Now that I'm "dead", I can't be seen wandering the streets." He shot them one more smile and quickly wandered off. There wasn't any apartment left to de-thug-ize, so they left as well.

X X X

Revan spotted a cantina on the left and made her way in, in hopes of maybe overhearing a conversation that may help them and fulfilling her promise to 'help' Dia. The first thing that caught her eye was a short man dressed in a blue jacket who was standing in the corner. Three Vulkars approached him. He obviously didn't seem very happy with that.

"Go away."

A Rodian wasn't at all satisfied with that. "Hey, you no talk like that! We just want to say hi to big bad bounty hunter Calo Nord."

"Nah, this can´t be Calo Nord. He's supposed to be tough." A Twi'lek objected. "This guy is nothing but a runt!"

The short man remained calm. "One."

"One? What that mean? You try to be funny, tough guy?" The Rodian asked.

"You know who we are, Calo? We're members of the Black Vulkar gang!"

the green Twi´lek Vulkar proudly stated, "You don´t want to be funny with us, tough guy."

"Two."

The Rodian goggled, "Me no understand. One, two? Why he count? He trying to count how many of us is against him?"

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

"Three." Calo impatiently added.

Now they saw why he was counting. Within seconds, a thermal detonator landed on the floor and exploded. Three shots were heard and the Vulkars dropped dead on the floor. Calo Nord left the bar and everyone stepped back when he was approaching.

"I told you to leave me alone." A young female voice said. "Now give me some space, bug-eye! Your breath smells like bantha poo-doo!"

Revan turned around and saw a blue Twi´lek girl with more Vulkars. The girl was very young, probably fourteen or fifteen, dressed in tan trousers, a black t-shirt and a white vest. She wore high black leather boots and had a black armband. Similar fabric was tied around her head tails, the style typical for Twi´leks. But the Rodians weren't discouraged.

"Little girl should not be in bar. Bar no place for little girl. Little girl should run home now." a Rodian taunted.

"Who you calling a little girl, chubba face?" the Twi´lek remarked.

"Little girl needs lesson in manners."

"Just a sec, boys." The girl turned around to a six-foot tall Wookiee standing nearby, massacring a large supply of food fit for at least five humanoids. "Zaalbar, a little help, please? I need you to rip the legs off some insects."

"Mission, I´m busy – they've just brought my food!" the obviously young Wookiee whined.

The girl – Mission – rolled her eyes, "Quit complaining – you can finish later! Besides, you need the exercise, so get over here." The Wookie sighed, but her reasoning was too good and so he left his plate.

"We no want trouble with Wookiee. Our problem with you, little girl." the Rodian said, backing away from 'Big Z'.

"You've got a problem with me?" the girl frowned, "Then you've got a problem with Big Z. So, unless you wanna take on my furry friend, I suggest you greenies hop on outta here!" she finished with a satisfied grin.

"Little girl lucky she has big friend!" another Rodian commented, but left the bar along with his companions.

Revan smirked. She knew very well aliens were never really welcome on Taris, but these two seemed to know how to hold their ground.

Probably feeling eyes on her, the girl spotted Revan and came to her with a smile.

"Say, I don´t know you and I know pretty much everyone in the Lower City. You must be new down here. I guess that makes me and Big Z your official welcoming committee." She chirped cheerfully.

"You speak Basic?" Revan was surprised. "I thought most non-human species preferred their own language."

The girl shrugged. "I grew up here, so I just became used to using the native language more often."

"You showed a lot of guts dealing with those Vulkars, kid." Carth interrupted. "You got a name?"

The girl was very quick when it came to talking. She was a lot friendlier than most people on Taris, maybe because of her youth.

"My name's Mission Vao and this is big Wookiee is my best friend Zaalbar." She said, pointing to the Wookiee, who returned to his food.

"I´m Alexa Denali. I´m sorry, but we have some business to finish here."

"You going? Yeah, this dive is pretty boring. No action around here." Still, she looked a bit sad. "Okay, well, nice meeting ya. Hope to see ya again sometime."

Then, she dragged the Wookiee out of the bar, although he once again complained that he hasn't finished eating.

Revan smiled briefly and headed to the music room, following Dia´s instructions. She saw a single human man standing there, so she assumed that it would be best to ask.

"Excuse me?" Revan began.

"Huh? Oh, sorry, didn't see you there. I was distracted by those Twi´lek dancers. Look at them waggle those head tails!" he said with a grin directed at the dancers. Revan rolled her eyes. He probably noticed that and got it all wrong.

"Don´t worry, baby. Alien girls aren´t really my thing. I´d much rather hang out with an attractive female of my own species."

He was very luck that they needed cash, as much as they could get.

"You´re the guy who put the bounty on Dia´s head. Holdan, right?" Revan asked.

"You´re here about that?" the smug smile faded a bit. "I can´t let her away with what she´s done. The wench cut me with her vibroblabe!"

"Um...why would she do that?" Revan innocently asked.

"Because she´s crazy!" Holdan said, frowning. "She started screaming that I was making advances and the next thing I knew she came out at me with a knife!"

"Yeah, right. Sounds to me like she was defending herself." Carth snapped. Holdan glared at him. Revan decided that she didn't like the slime and decided to help Dia instead.

"Keep your hormones in check, I want the bounty removed."

Holdan stared at her. "What? I can´t do that! Think how it would look. I work for Davik, I've got a certain reputation to uphold. I can´t let her get away with this! There has to be payback!" he hesitated for a moment. "Although, I do feel a little guilty about this. Dia´s a good-looking gal – it´d be a shame to kill her. Tell you what – I'll take 200 credits in exchange for lifting the bounty."

Greedy little Hutt-spawn. Revan thought. Let´s see how well you resist my 'charms'.

"If you hire someone to kill her, it will look like you weren't man enough to do it yourself."

She pointed out with a hint of persuasion to back that up. If he wouldn't agree, she´s strengthen her command.

He scratched his chin. "Well... I guess you might be right. Besides, I've noticed some of the girls around here are giving me the cold shoulder since all this started. Okay, you win; Dia can live." Revan smirked darkly. "Don´t worry – I'll stick to my end of the bargain. I'll go tell Zax right now that the bounty is off the table."

He dashed in the direction of the bounty office and Revan followed him with a smug smile.

"And here I thought you were completely evil." Carth quietly noted with a smirk.

Revan shrugged. "I am. I just don´t like slimy ass-licking leery thugs who try to hit on me, that's all." And she went straight to the Hutt, Zax.

"I've not seen you here before, human." Zax said as she approached him, "You are new to the bounty office, yes? My name is Zax – I´m the one in charge here."

"Oh, I know who you are." Revan said with a nod. "I've got a bounty I want to collect on and I heard you´re the person to go see."

"That's right, human. So, who did you kill?" the Hutt asked.

"There was this guy, Largo, who thought I was one of your bounty hunters. Suffice it say that I effectively filled in for them." Revan flatly said in Huttese. "And a Twi´lek named Matrik met a rather messy end."

"I believe you, human." Zax nodded, "I've heard reports of a rather large explosion and some of my people saw you buying a permacrete detonator. It's good that Matrik´s dead, but maybe you went overboard, human! Next time use a blaster, not a bomb. Like you said, bombs are messy. Largo should have known better than run. At least people will learn a lesson – if you own Davik money, pay! So, 300 credits each, here's 600 credits, human." A green Twi´lek immediately handed her the money.

"I want 400 credits for these bounties." Revan attempted to charm credits out of a Hutt.

Zax laughed, "You are brave, human, to bargain with a Hutt! But I like you. Okay, 400 credits it is." The Twi´lek handed her 200 more credits. "If you want to make more credits, there's two other government contracts. One's an assassin named Selven, the other is Bendak Starkiller. He's a famous death-match duelist. Between them they've killed hundreds of people. You do good work human. There's a lot of bounty hunters on this planet, but most of them are lazy."

"Okay, I don´t see anything wrong with getting rid of people like that... as long as we don´t end up on the list of their victims." Carth noted.

"I need some information about the Republic escape pods that crashed into the Undercity."

"Escape pods?" Zax obviously wanted to bargain with her about credits, but she backed up her request with the Force, "Don´t bother with them. Black Vulkars probably stripped them clean by now."


"I don´t suppose they'd negotiate, right?" Revan asked with a smirk.

"You´re looking to get shot?" Zax chuckled, "Although... go talk to the Hidden Beks. Gadon Thek´s a smart man, he'll help."

"Thank you, Zax." Revan smirked.

"Goodbye, human." Zax brightly said, "You talk to me about bounties, if you want. And remember to come see me if you need information."

X X X

"That went rather well." Revan commented after fifteen minutes, counting the credits she got from the bounties and the resident Pazaak player.

"You just actually charmed credits out of a Hutt." Carth shook his head in disbelief. "Is there anything you can´t do?"

"I´d say fly, but even that isn't impossible. Nothing is impossible."

"You´re starting to sound like a Jedi." Carth noted with a smirk.

"Repeat that and I will have to harm you, Onasi." Revan coldly said. "I loathe everyone that starts reciting the Jedi Code in your face whenever they get the slightest chance."

"Why sign up with the Republic, then? And, moreover, why would the Jedi specifically request you in the crew roster?"

Revan shrugged. "They often do things completely illogically. And to answer your first question, it was the best way to keep track of things. You never know when you get the chance to have your vengeance wish."

"Vengeance?" Carth repeated. "Against who?"

"Malak himself. Personal reasons." She added after a second.

"You've met him?"

"Yeah, several times." More like several times every day until he was moronic enough to betray me. "Who´s your vengeance against?"

"What makes you think that I have a vengeance wish?" He asked all-too-innocently.

"Maybe it's the I-don´t-trust-you-because-I-was-betrayed attitude you seem to have all the time?" Revan suggested.

"All right, I get the point. So yes, I have vengeance against Saul Karath."

"Ah, I guess that's understandable. He betrayed the Republic." Revan nodded.

"So why do you want vengeance against Malak?"

"I don´t pry into your personal affairs, why pry into mine?" Revan asked. "Besides, it's not like it would interest you."

"No, I´m all ears, beautiful."

Revan stopped dead in her tracks. She wanted to suggest that it's rather inappropriate to call someone you´re supposed to work with "beautiful", but then decided to use a different approach.

"I like the sound of that." She said, smiling slightly.

"Which? The fact that I'm all ears or the beautiful part?" he innocently asked.

"The all ears part. Now you´re finally listening to me!" she said with a victorious smirk.

He blinked, but then chuckled. "You never cease to amuse me. Well, then, I guess 'gorgeous' will have to do then, won't it?"

"Have it your way, sexist worm."

"Is that it?" he taunted, laughing. "You can do better than that! C'mon, are you afraid you'll hurt my feelings or something?"

"You´re right – that's not the right phrase. But I think Lobotomized Gammorean suits you perfectly." She acidly said.

"Ouch." He faked a hurt expression. "Well, I guess "beautiful" doesn't sound so bad in comparison, huh?"

Surprisingly, Revan found herself laughing as well. She shook her head. "You´re such a pain, do you know that?"

"Guilty as charged." he admitted. "Fine, if you'll tell me later."

"Don´t push your luck." Revan warned.

"Are you always like this?"

"What? Charismatic, brilliant and funny?" she feinted thinking about it. "Yeah, you could say so."

"That's one way to put it." He said with a grin.

X X X

The armed lookout was all Revan needed to see to tell that she finally found the Bek Base. It was a black woman, armed with a vibroblade. When she saw them approaching, she immediately gripped the vibroblade she was holding.

"Hey! You can´t just walk in here! This is the Hidden Bek base! How do I know you´re not some Vulkar spy sent to kill Gadon Thek?"

Why, hello to you too.

Revan frowned. She didn't like the woman's attitude, but it was understandable, considering the situation.

"I need Gadon´s help. I was told to speak with him."

"A lot of people want to go in and speak to Gadon. He's like a hero to the common folk. But the days of the Hidden Bek open door policy are gone. But between the Sith conquest and the Vulkar attacks, Gadon has many more enemies than he used to. We're very careful about who we let in. How can I tell you´re not a spy, lady?" the guard growled.

"You can't." Revan shrugged. "You can either attack me or give me a chance to prove my words. Who knows – maybe I could be an ally against all those enemies."

The woman thought about it for a moment, but Carth could see she was convinced. So far, Alexa's charm worked on every single informant they could find. Impressive. Maybe even disturbing. The lady certainly knew how to get under someone's skin.

"Well, we do need all the help we can get" the woman admitted. "And you don´t look like one of the Sith." Really? I have to change my image, then. "Besides, it's not like you could harm Gadon in the heart of his own base. Not with Zaerdra watching his back!" she added, smirking. "Alright then – go in and speak to Gadon if you want. Just be sure to be on your best behavior – the Hidden Beks are watching you!"

Ooh, now I´m like, sooo scared, She practically heard Malak say. Revan didn't know whether to wince or grin at the thought.

X X X

The Bek base was nothing really special – the main hall had the look of an average swoop lounge, but it was way bigger. There weren't any security cameras visible, but the computer control room on their left must have had a security system that would be protecting the base. Many Beks were in the main hall, but none of them paid much attention to the newcomers. They were all too busy with their own work – checking swoop parts, chatting or storing supplies. Most of them were aliens, though –Twi'leks, Aqualish or Rodian Beks were everywhere.

There was a larger computer console near one of the locked doors. A dark skinned man was sitting behind it. When they came closer, they saw that he was about forty years old, his head shaven and his eyes of a strange white color. It became obvious that those weren't his real eyes, merely mechanical replacements. Revan could only wonder what terrible accident must have happened to him.

Before anyone had a chance to speak, however, a Twi´lek blocked their way. The woman wore a military suit (obviously a security guard) and was mostly purple, but her face and a bit of her head tails were of a lemon yellow color.

"Hold it right there! Who are you and what is your business with Gadon?" she snapped.

"Calm down, Zaerdra!" the human she was protecting snapped back. "No one's going to try anything here in our own base. It would be a suicide mission."

"You´re too trusting, Gadon!" said the Twi'lek, turning to the man behind the console who spoke. "Brejik and his Vulkars want you dead. Any person we don´t know is a potential threat, and it's my job to make sure you're safe."

"So we attack any stranger that comes along on sight? Like the Vulkars do? I'll never let it come to that. Give them some air and let them speak."

A bit disappointed, Zaerdra nodded. "As you wish." She took a step back. "But I've got my eye on you! Try anything, and you'll be vaporized before you can say 'Vulkar spy!'" she added icily.

Gadon shook his head and stepped forth from behind the console.

"I apologize to you both. You'll have to forgive Zaerdra. Ever since my accident, she has been a bit too over-zealous with her security duties. She seems to forget that I can take care of myself." He smiled. "I´m Gadon Thek, leader of the Hidden Beks."

He shook hands with Revan, who smiled as well, her eyes filled with glee as she saw Zaerdra sulk.

"Greetings. I am Alexa Denali. I was told that you could help us in our search. We seek any information about the Republic escape pods and, if possible, about a Republic official named Bastila Shan."

"The escape pods?" Gadon repeated. "You know, I heard the Sith have been asking around about them as well."

"They might be spies, Gadon! They might be working for the Sith!" Zaerdra was back in her 'I-see-you' mood.

Gadon shook his head. "No, no. If the Sith thought we knew anything, they'd have a battalion of troops kicking down our door! No, I think this off-worlder has her own agenda. Judging by your concern for that Republic officer, I´d say you´re a friend of the Republic. Are you?"

"Are you?" Revan asked.

Gadon laughed, obviously expecting such a reaction. "The Sith conquer the planet and push us around like dirt. Do you really believe I would support such ruthless beasts? No, miss. The Republic was treating us well and we respect it. A shame that this war isn't much in their favor. I believe you can trust us."

"I see. Yes, we are friendly with the Republic. I wish I could tell you more, but I have my orders. We've been assigned to protect Bastila Shan under any circumstances. If you've heard the name at least in passing, please tell me what you can." The polite approach was incredibly convincing.

"I suppose I could tell you what I know. It's not like it would do any harm to my gang. But it could cause trouble for the Vulkars...and that's okay in my book." He finished, grinning.

Revan shot a glance at Carth, who was carefully listening to every word.

"Several escape pods crashed into the Undercity. The Vulkars stripped the pods clear before we had a chance to arrive there – bet they now have problems with Davik, seeing as he wanted to search the pods too. Your Republic friend survived the crash, but she isn't in a very good situation right now. We Beks don´t believe in intergalactic slavery, but the Vulkars aren´t so picky. They took her prisoner."

"So, what will happen to her now?" Revan asked.

"Normally, the Vulkars would take a captured slave to the slave market and sell her to the highest bidder or maybe Davik...but a Republic officer is no ordinary catch." Gadon noted.

"They still think Bastila´s just a Republic officer. That could work to our advantage. Maybe she'll even find a way to escape the Vulkar Base on her own." Carth pointed out.

"Well, it won't help you find her, I'm afraid." Gadon sighed. "She´s too valuable to leave with the Vulkar scum at the base. Brejik probably has her someplace safe before the swoop race."

"Swoop race?" Carth asked. "What's that got to do with it?"

"You haven't heard? Every year, there's the Annual Season Opener on Taris. It's for gangs only and each of the gangs has to offer a share of the prize. And guess who the Vulkars offered up as the grand prize."

"Bastila." Revan answered bitterly. "So our only chance of rescuing her is winning the race. How do I enter it?"

"As I said, it's for gangs only. I could let you race under the Hidden Bek banner – no rider would give up their prize. But before I help you, you must help me."

"What do you need?"

"My technicians have developed a prototype accelerator. With it, you can outrun any swoop in the race. But the Vulkars stole it to assure their victory. Get the accelerator back from the Vulkar base and I'll help you enter the race. Getting in won't be easy, however. The front doors are locked tight. But I know someone who could get you in the back way...Mission Vao."

"Mission?" Zaerdra was astonished. "Gadon, you can´t be serious! She´s just a kid! How can she help them with this?"

"Mission has explored every part of the Undercity. If anyone can get them into the Vulkar Base, it's her."

"I've met Mission in the Cantina. Blue Twi´lek girl, about fourteen with a six foot tall Wookiee, right? She said she was going here." Revan noted.

"Don´t worry – she and her Wookiee friend Zaalbar spend most of their time exploring the sewers. She´s probably there right now. But you'll need a way to get into the Undercity. Lucky for both of us, I have some Sith papers right here. Their original owners never completed their tasks – I´m sure you'll use them well. In exchange, I'd like the Sith uniforms you have there." Gadon said, pointing at the backpacks they were carrying.

Zaerdra was about to jump at them again, but Gadon silenced her with a single glance – no Sith would give up their uniforms and these two unhanded them without question. In fact, they seemed quite relieved to get rid of them.

"So we have a deal. Since you already met Mission, I've no doubt she will help you. Return when you get the accelerator. I would advise you to hurry – the race is in two days, you know, and we want you to practice racing as much as you can."

Revan yawned as they left the Hidden Bek base. She looked at her chronometer – late night, Tarisian local time. "We can go to the Undercity tomorrow – I need some sleep. This search and rescue thing is kind of exhausting."

Carth nodded and they headed back to the Upper City, making a beeline for their apartment. Revan didn't even bother throwing her boots off as she collapsed on the bed and drifted into dreamless sleep.