"Congratulations, flyboy! You've gone and gotten us lost," Aminta muttered as she crossed her arms over her chest. Carth only increased his pace.

"Look, Ami, we are definitely not lost!" he exclaimed as he glanced around and looked down at the schematics that he had punched into his datapad.

Aminta rolled her eyes. "We've passed that hut about six times already. Maybe we should just ask somebody where the gates are."

"We. Are. Not. Lost." Carth said slowly, glaring Aminta down.

"Yes. We. Are." she replied, her hands on her hips. "Just turn your sorry arse around, and ask somebody for directions."

"No!" Carth exclaimed as he walked in the opposite direction. Aminta let out a frustrated sigh, and looked down at the ground to see the button that had popped off of Carth's jacket earlier that evening. They were definitely going in circles.

"Is this proof enough?" she asked, holding it up in the air.

Carth stared at her button, then at his jacket, and back again. "Nope. One of the outcasts must have brought it over here," he insisted stubbornly as he snatched it out of her grasp.

"What is it with men and directions?" Aminta grumbled as she went to follow Carth again. She paused suddenly, and turned in the opposite direction. "I bet you one hundred credits that if I go a different way, I'll make it to the gates before you do."

"That is the dumbest thing I have ever heard of," Carth replied with a shake of his head as he continued walking.

"What? Are you afraid to lose?" she mocked.

"No. I just know you'll get into way too much trouble if I'm not around to restrain you," Carth risked a glance back over his shoulder, and saw Aminta throw a substantially sized stone at his head. He sidestepped it and turned with a smile. "See what I mean?"

"I am perfectly capable of handling myself, thank you very much!" Aminta retorted. "Oh, and by the way, I missed on purpose."

"Of course you did," Carth muttered under his breath and turned away. "Look, I don't care if you come with me or if you go off on your own."

"Fine!" Aminta turned on her heel and stalked off in the opposite direction. "But the bet is still on!" She exclaimed over her shoulder.

"You know what? I'll give you the hundred credits if you manage to keep yourself out of trouble when I'm not around."

Aminta didn't give any indication that she'd heard him; she just rounded the corner as quickly as she had walked away from him. Blasted pilots! Paranoid, overzealous, idiotic, parasites that want nothing more than to… "Umph!" Aminta collided with one of the outcasts, and fell back into the dirt.

The outcast straightened quickly, and offered a hand up to Aminta. "I am so sorry, upworlder! I wasn't watching where I was going."

Aminta ignored the hand offered to her. Why is it that everyone thinks I need a hand up? I can handle myself! "It's fine…" she grumbled.

"Shaleena," the woman supplied, shaking Aminta's hand.

Aminta suppressed the urge to yank her hand away from Shaleena's grimy fingers. "Aminta," she said brusquely. "Normally, I'd say that I was pleased to meet you, but I wound up in the dirt, so the meeting really isn't all that pleasant.

Shaleena winced. "I'm sorry about that. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?" she asked softly, looking down.

Despite herself, Aminta felt sorry for the woman. Ami, you're going soft. She brushed her feeling of disgust away and bit the inside of her cheek. "You could tell me where the gates are," Aminta offered, glancing around.

"Of course!" Shaleena exclaimed eagerly, and went to grab Aminta's hand. When Aminta pulled herself away, Shaleena blushed. "You must forgive me. I've never spoken to an upworlder before," she explained looking down.

Aminta raised her hands in the air. "Don't beat yourself up about it," she muttered and glanced up at the girl. "You were telling me where the gates were," she prompted, and Shaleena looked up again with a grin.

"Right. You just walk this way for a ways, until you reach Rukil Wrinkle skin's tent, and then you make a left. You should be able to see them by then."

"Rukil Wrinkle skin?" Aminta cocked an eyebrow.

Shaleena blushed. "That's what the children call him because he's covered in wrinkles. He's the oldest man down here!" she whispered in reverence. "He tells the children stories. You'll know his tent because it will be surrounded by people."

Aminta nodded. "Got it. Thanks." Aminta turned away and headed in the direction that Shaleena had instructed her.

"Wait!" Shaleena exclaimed, and when Aminta turned around she lowered her head. "Will you please…" she trailed off, and stared at her worn boot, embarrassed.

"What?" Aminta crossed her arms and tapped her foot impatiently.

"Will you please tell me what the sky looks like?"

Aminta stared at the woman for a few seconds before nodding. "The sky here on Taris is blue; so bright a blue that it hurts your eyes when you look up at it for too long. When the suns rise or set, it turns shades of pink and orange. It's considered very romantic. At night, it is as black as it is down here, except stars are shining."

Shaleena nodded slowly. "I don't quite understand… but thank you anyway for trying."

Aminta shrugged her shoulders and walked away, leaving the image of the young woman far behind her. As it turned out, Shaleena's directions were fairly easy to follow, and Aminta breathed grinned. There is no way that Onasi'll get there before me, and I haven't gotten into trouble. That bet was the easiest… her gloating was cut off abruptly when she heard screams coming from the direction of the gates.

Curious, Aminta drew closer, pushing the axiom of "curiosity killed the cathar" to the back of her mind. "Open the gates!" a woman demanded as she latched onto the arm of what appeared to be the gatekeeper.

The gate keeper turned his head so that he was looking at the ground rather than at the woman before him. "I can't, you know that. It is better for him to die than for all of us to become infected."

"How can you say that?" The woman demanded, choking back a sob. "You have to open the gates if he gets here! You have to!" she cried, as she clung to the man's rags.

The gate keeper stepped away from her. "He's as good as gone, and you might as well accept that," he replied coldly. "Besides, you're a pretty girl. I'm sure there is someone else who will catch your eye." His face was emotionless. Aminta guessed that he had seen this sort of scene far too often for him to be moved by it any longer. In all honesty, she could understand his reasoning - the one for the many. It was a tactic that she would use herself if forced into the matter.

The woman ripped her gaze away from the gate-keeper and turned back towards the man. "Hurry, Hendar! Please, please run faster!" she begged, and frantically whirled around, as though looking for someone to save her. Her eyes seemed to latch onto Aminta's form in the darkness.

"Shavit," Aminta grumbled under her breath, and debated whether or not she should stay hidden in the shadows until the trouble passed. Unfortunately, the woman at the gate had indeed caught sight of her.

"Upworlder!" she cried out, her dirty face tear-streaked. Aminta made a noise in the back of her throat as she reluctantly came out into the open. Before Aminta could open her mouth, the woman was on her knees before her. "Please! I'm begging you to help him!" she exclaimed as she pointed towards the gate.

Aminta resisted the urge to draw back from the filth and vermin encrusted woman, and made a point to keep her hand away from her vibroblade. She stared coldly down at the woman for a few precious seconds before sighing in resignation. "Damn idiots seem to think I'm here to rescue all of them from the drudgery of their lives," she muttered under her breath as she pulled her vibroblades from their sheathes. If the woman heard her comment, she didn't show it.

Aminta snapped at the gatekeeper. "You there, open this pile of junk that you call a gate."

The guard stared at her. "Look, Miss, you're not from around here and…"

"Just open the damn gate!"

"Miss…" the older man attempted to caution her, but she brushed his concern aside.

"Do it before I do it myself," she muttered darkly, glaring at him. You have gone way too soft Ami! Way too soft! And now, you're going to get yourself killed. You are an absolute idiot. She chastised herself as the gatekeeper hastened to comply with her command.

The gates creaked open a fraction, but the space was wide enough for Aminta's slight body to slide through. She set herself into a battle stance as she adjusted the weight of the vibroblades so that she was comfortable. All of a sudden, Aminta realized that Carth would equate this to being in trouble, and thus she wouldn't be receiving the hundred credits. "Shavit!" she exclaimed, cursing herself.

The man called Hendar ran past her and began beating his fists against the gate. Aminta turned her head to watch him, and rolled her eyes. "Wimp," she muttered and readied herself for the attack.

The rackghoul ran at her, and Aminta involuntarily drew back at the sight of the creature. It was all that Guam had told her and more. Apparently fairy-tale monsters do exist, she thought as she charged at the beast.

From all that she'd heard about them, she had thought the beast would be hard to kill. However, with one swing of her blade, the creature's head went flying from its body. Aminta stood still for a moment after killing the creature, and then shook her head, wiping her palms on her leggings. "Well, that was easy."

She turned to face the gates again, and saw that a small crowd had gathered. Hendar and the woman were strangely absent, and Aminta crossed her arms over her chest, fuming. "I didn't even get a thank you?" she demanded to no one in particular.

Several members of the crowd took a step back and eyed each other quizzically. One brave soul waved his hand and called out timidly, "Thank you!"

Aminta groaned and turned on him. "Not from you! From… Oh, never mind!" she exclaimed, pushing her way out of the crowd, and running into a very familiar person. "Get out of my way," she grumbled, raising her vibroblade.

Carth caught her wrist with a wry smile. "I told you that you'd get yourself in trouble if I wasn't around."

Aminta yanked herself away from him and thrust the blade back into its sheath. "I don't want to hear it," she ground out, crossing her arms over her chest.

Carth wisely decided not to tease her about the lost bet. "Come on, beautiful. Let's get to the sewers," he said instead, and Aminta allowed herself to smile slightly. But only slightly… she was still pretty ticked off.

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They couldn't have looked too hard to find the sewers, for several minutes into the search, a hysterical streak of blue interrupted them. A sobbing, shaking Mission nearly smacked into Aminta before grabbing the older woman's arms in her hands, and begging her for help.

Aminta bit back the urge to curse whatever gods there were, choosing instead to grab hold of the girl's shoulders. "Calm down! At this rate, you're going to bawl your eyes out!" she exclaimed, dragging the girl over to a boulder and promptly sitting her down.

Mission's dark eyes were awash with tears, and her head-tails were wrapped around her shoulders in fear. "No one will help me, not even the Beks will help me! Please, will you help?" the girl managed, her entire body shaking. Her skin was cold to the touch, and Aminta shivered at the contact.

"I can't help you if I don't know what's wrong," Aminta replied in what she hoped was a soothing tone, but she knew her frustration was evident. Normally, she would have been able to comfort a kid, but after a day like today…

Mission finally calmed down enough to speak coherently. "They've got Big Z!" she managed before breaking down into hysterics again. Aminta stifled an impatient sigh and looked to Carth for help. Not that she would admit that she couldn't handle things herself.

Carth stepped in. "Who has Big Z?" he asked in a gentle, paternal tone, though curious as to who could manage to overpower a mighty Wookie. Aminta was slightly surprised at the calm that the sound of is voice brought, but then realized that she should have expected it. Although she was loath to admit it, it was his voice that had lulled her back to sleep after several of her more painful nightmares.

Mission wiped her eyes so that her vision wasn't clouded any longer, and looked between the two adults. "Gammorean slavers!" she managed through her sobs, before resting her head on Aminta's shoulder. Aminta looked up over the girl's head to Carth, who gave her a re-assuring smile. If I can handle one of those damned legendary rackghouls, I can handle a stressed teenager.

"Look, I'll help you get your friend back, but I need to know what happened, alright?" Aminta hoped that she didn't sound too condescending. It was a feat to talk with a teenager; they were still kids, but no longer children. Gods know they could get insulted far too easily.

Mission crossed her arms over her chest to stop her shuddering, and nodded at Aminta. She took a few seconds to compose herself, and then launched into her tale, sniveling occasionally. "Me and Big Z were just hanging in the sewers, like we always do, you know?" She paused for a moment, wiping her nose with the back of her hand before continuing, "Out of nowhere, all of these Gammoreans charged us. One had me, but big Z tore his arm off, and roared at me to run. So I ran, as fast as I could. There must have been twenty of those hideous pigs down there. Big Z wouldn't stand a chance." Her terror and tears suddenly morphed into anger, and her eyes flashed as her head tails whipped around. "Those things piss me off so bad that I…"

Carth was relieved that the teenager was finally out of the state that she had worked herself into, but he winced when he heard her curse. "A kid like you shouldn't be talking like that," he reprimanded.

Mission quickly turned her rage on him. "Hey, I ain't no kid, and you ain't my father, though you're sure old enough to be!" she shouted, her head tails curling as she steamed. "Now, why don't you be a good geezer and nod off or something, or better yet, you can go and fu…"

As amusing as it was, Aminta cut the girl off. "Not that I don't agree, but I think Carth would have a heart attack if you were to finish that sentence," she spared the older man a sly smile. Carth crossed his arms over his chest and shook his head. He had long since accepted the fact that Aminta was her own person, and had determined that he'd leave her to do whatever it was that she wanted to. She got too difficult to deal with otherwise. As if to secure that belief, Aminta looked up at Carth, and smirked at him over the girl's head, mouthing the word geezer. Carth rolled his eyes, and shook his head.

Aminta choked back a laugh, and turned her attention back to Mission. "Carth and I will help you find Zalbaar, but after we find him, you're going to need to do us a favor in return."

Mission bristled. No one can ever do anything for free, can they? "What do you need?"

Aminta bit her lip when she heard how cold the girl's voice had gotten. "Remember how we told you about our friend?" Aminta asked. At Mission's nod, she continued, "Well, the Vulkars have her as a slave just like the Gammoreans have Zalbaar as a slave. We need your help to break into the Vulkar base so we can get something for the Beks that will allow us to compete in the swoop race and win her."

Mission took the discreet bait that Aminta had dangled. "Just like how I need your help to get to Big Z." she said, and nodded. "Fine. I'll get you into the base if you help me bust Big Z out!" she took a business like tone as she stuck out a hand, looking back and forth between Aminta and Carth.

It was all Carth could do not to glare at the girl; her previous comment had stung. I am not that old! Alright, at thirty eight you're not exactly a spring chicken anymore, but I'm definitely not old enough to be a geezer! He managed a slight smile at the teenager but it came out more like a grimace.

Aminta spared him a glance and shook her head. "Deal," she replied as she shook the teen's hand.

Carth crossed his arms over his chest, and cleared his throat. "Shouldn't we head to the sewers before the rackghouls make lunch out of us?" he asked pointedly.

Aminta stood, and gave Mission a hand up. "I think that the geezer is telling us we need to get out butts in gear," Aminta told Mission with a laugh, giving Carth a positively wicked grin.

Mission laughed with Aminta when she saw how red Carth's face was getting. "I think the old man is angry. Should we do what he asked us to do and make him feel better?"

Aminta put her index finger to her chin in mock thought. "Hmmm…"

Carth broke into their fun. "Couldn't you make fun of that rock over there or something?"

"Yes, I'm sure it has much more personality than you do, wouldn't you agree Mission?" Aminta responded quickly. She wasn't known as the comeback queen in her circle for nothing.

"Ha-ha, real mature," Carth said sarcastically. "You guys are both scoundrels; can't you find something slightly more interesting to talk about?" He asked, fingering his blaster. What I'd do if I wasn't such a kind man… he stopped the thought, but his hand remained on his blaster. When either of the female species asked why his hand was there, he would just tell them that he was waiting for rackghouls.

Several minutes later, Carth had begun to wish that he hadn't asked them to find something more interesting. He trailed behind the two girls, and tried not to listen to their tales, some of which that could make a Gammorean's ears burn. Aminta's small hands were making exaggerating gestures as she spoke, her face lit up and animated in an honest way that he'd never seen on her before.

Mission was eagerly listening to the story that the older woman was telling…something about swiping a substantial amount of credits from a high ranking official after crawling out of his bed. Carth winced. He would have told Aminta to find a more appropriate topic to speak of around the teenager, but Mission had been telling a story about how she snuck into a joy girl's back room to make a swipe off of some unsuspecting fellow just moments before Aminta had spun her tale. He decided that he would allow the two women to corrupt each other, and not to get involved.

Aminta, however, was thoroughly enjoying herself. She doubted that Carth would have listened to her tales with as much enthusiasm as Mission was. In fact, she knew it. She grinned broadly as she spoke, taking in Mission's appearance. The girl's head tails were twitching with excitement, a grin making her youthful, pretty face absolutely gorgeous. She reminds me a lot of myself when I was her age, Aminta thought. Sounds like she's just about as mischievous as I was too.

Aminta paused mid-story when she saw a man over in a far corner, running around while tearing at his hair. She pulled a blaster from its holster, and handed it to Mission. "You might need this," she said quietly, all traces of mirth vanished.

Mission pushed the blaster away, and pulled out two of her own. "I swiped these from a very rude Sith, I don't think he'll mind too much if I make good use of them."

Aminta gave Mission a wry grin. "Well, you can never say that a Sith doesn't come in handy…on occasion. You'll have to tell me the story of how you got those a little later." She drew her vibroblades, and looked back at Carth, who had forsaken his precious blasters for his melee. She swallowed, and then advanced to the man.

When they neared him, Aminta held up her hand for Mission to stay put. "Hey, I ain't no kid! I can handle him as well as you can!" the girl exclaimed indignantly.

"Look, Carth and I are going at close combat range. We need you to stay behind so you can attack long distance, in case anything happens." Aminta told Mission in an attempt to pacify her.

Mission didn't look convinced, but nodded grudgingly. "Be careful," she told the pair heading forward, and stayed obediently where Aminta told her to.

Once they were out of hearing, Carth turned to Aminta. "You know how to handle her," he acknowledged with a slight smile.

Aminta shrugged. "I was just like her. I'm just treating her how I would have wanted to be treated when I was her age."

"Which wasn't really that long ago," Carth said quietly, reminding himself that she was a mere child compared to him. Somehow, when he reminded himself of their age difference, it was easier not to see her as a woman. And somehow, that made their relationship so much easier.

"Eleven years is a long time," Aminta said, slightly angered that he was treating her as a child. Her hands gripped the sword until her knuckles turned white. "I'm not a child, Carth." she ground out, trying to sound as civil as possible.

Carth winced at her tone. "I know that…It's just…erm, it's easier for you to understand her than me. There's a twenty-four year age difference between Mission and I, you know." He considered that a very good cover-up.

Aminta arched a brow, but said nothing. She turned her attention from Carth to the man before them. "I think that he's infected," she murmured softly.

Carth whipped his head around to stare at her. "Than why are we approaching him?" he demanded in a harsh whisper. Aminta said nothing, just grimly pressed her lips into a thin line and walked closer to the man.

The man looked up at them as they neared, his eyes glazed, and body broken out with sweat from fever. He cradled his head in his hands, and shouted out unintelligible bouts of gibberish. "I can feel it, it's in my head!" he screamed, those being the first words that the pair who approached him could understand. Then, he leaned over, and gave a fitful bout of coughing, blood bubbling from his throat and covering the ground beneath him. But the blood wasn't red…it was green. Aminta winced, and covered her mouth with her hand, choking back the bile that she could feel rising in her throat. The man rose from his crouched position before doubling over in agony, holding his stomach with his hands. He screamed louder, and the scream suddenly became twisted. Like the scream from my dream , Aminta thought, the hair at the back of her neck standing on end.

As his demented scream ripped from his gut, his body twisted and contorted, the pores of his skin secreting a slimy grey substance, all of the hair on his body falling from their follicles. His lips, nose, and eyes were pulled into his face so that he was featureless, before jutting back out in the form of eight eyes, and a demented snout. His teeth grew out until they were fangs, slicing his own tongue in two. The man's screams of agony were replaced by a beastly growl, and he charged.

"Mission!" Aminta barked as she readied her weapons. Blaster bolts shot above her head, and entered the warped body of the rackghoul, distracting him enough for Carth to give a deathblow to the creature's chest, and Aminta room to leap up and decapitate him. The creature fell to the ground with a sickening thud, and Aminta was silent for a few minutes.

"Aminta?" Carth gently rested a hand on her shoulder, and looked down at the slight woman, concerned. Mission had run down the hill and over to them, glancing down at the rackghoul that she had helped to kill.

The girl winced, and turned her head. "Gross," she whispered.

At Mission's arrival, Aminta seemed to wake up. She clapped a hand over her mouth, and ran a short distance away from her two companions, doubling over and retching onto the dirt. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and tried to erase the image of the turn that was burned into her mind. She closed her eyes, and concentrated on breathing. When she opened her eyes, both Carth and Mission were standing close to her, worry etched onto their faces.

Aminta cleared her throat, and laughed weakly. "I never thought that I would be the one to get squeamish," she said, trying for levity. Her attempt was rewarded by slight smiles on the faces of her companions, and they both stepped away to allow her breathing room. "So, Mission, are we close to the sewers yet?" Aminta asked, quickly changing the subject.

Mission nodded. "That's the entrance right over there," she said, motioning to a rust covered round door. Aminta could only imagine the stench that awaited them within.

"Well, let's get going, shall we?" she asked, wiped off her vibroblades, and hurried to the door. Carth and Mission shared a look, and followed quickly. Carth caught up with the woman first, and Mission wisely trailed behind to allow them to talk.

"Are you okay?" Carth asked, resting a gentle hand on her arm. She didn't look well, despite her attempt to assure them that all was fine. Her face was white, her blue eyes clouded. Aminta jerked her arm away from his grasp.

"I'm just peachy," she ground out, stalking away from him. Carth made a noise in the back of his throat, and with his long legs, he easily caught up to her.

"No, you're not."

"Yes I am," she muttered, attempting to escape him.

"No."

"Yes!"

"No!

"Ye-" Aminta cut herself off. "Well this is just childish!" she exclaimed, throwing her hands up into the air.

"Just tell me what's bothering you!"

"Fine!" Aminta practically shouted at him. "You really want to know? It's because being weak like that makes me feel helpless, and when I feel helpless, I'm reminded of my past. Okay? And I don't like thinking about it!"

"What exactly happened to you?" he murmured, glancing her over slowly.

Aminta swallowed hard and looked away. "Only a handful of people knew, and they're all dead. I'm not too keen on telling anyone else about it," she replied coldly, although she was willing herself not to break down. Don't you dare start! Weak, helpless, idiotic, senseless moron! Aminta chastised herself, and started when Carth put an arm around her shoulders.

"That doesn't scare me much, but I will wait for a more appropriate time to ask you about it."

Aminta surprised the pair of them by leaning against him. "Thanks," she told him softly, resting her head on his shoulder.

Carth was taken aback by her physical response to his encouragement, but tried not to let it show in his voice. "For what?"

"For being you," she murmured with a slight smile before lightly cuffing the back of his head. "Even though you're as annoying as hell on occasion."

Mission broke into their conversation. "Okay, lovebirds. We're at the sewers already, you kind of need to stop walking now," the teenager called out from behind them.

"Shove it," Aminta threw back over her shoulder and threw a grin at Carth. "So, you're a geezer, and we're an item. I'm not sure whether to give the girl a hug or to strangle her."

Mission rolled her eyes as she pulled open the door. She didn't even wince as the stench rose up to meet the trio, for she had lived half of her young life exploring the myriad tunnels of the sewers, and had become accustomed to the smell. Aminta and Carth, however, gagged and held their noses with their hands. Mission giggled. "Come on, don't be pansies. We're going to rescue Zalbaar," she said as she climbed down the rusted ladder.

Aminta watched Mission descend, and when it was her turn, she winced as she gripped the slime and rust coated handles. "I've made up my mind; I'm going to strangle her," she muttered as she too descended into the haze of smog and stench.

Carth groaned as he went in after her, mumbling something about thinking that his sewer-crawling days were over after he'd been promoted to Captain.

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Carth groaned. "Not more rackghouls!" he moaned as the entered a large chamber, where three rackghouls picked at a corpse. Aminta was ahead of him, and she shook her head at his frustration as Mission laughed.

Choosing to ignore them, he pulled out his melee, and rushed into battle with Aminta, hoping that Mission had his back with her blasters. The thought of a teenager shooting a target so close to him unnerved him more that just a little. As though she could sense his thoughts, Aminta smirked at him as she struck a deathblow to the rackghoul she was fighting and turned to another. "Mission's capable. She won't hit you," she then decapitated the rackghoul that she and Carth had been fighting together.

Relieved of his burden, Carth sheathed his blades and turned to her. "How did you know that?" he asked, perplexed.

"Onasi, you can read your face like you'd read a data book," she replied dryly as she sheathed her own blades.

"And you're impossible to read," he retorted, and Aminta grinned.

"You say that like it's a bad thing," she muttered and then turned towards Mission before Carth could reply. "So, where are these Gammoreans hiding out?"

Mission shuddered. "They caught me and Big Z down that hallway over there," she gestured.

Aminta looked where Mission pointed and gave a little nod. "My guess is that they were probably a little farther down that hallway, and they heard you guys. Somehow, I don't think that they were smart enough to ambush you."

Mission shoved her blasters into their holsters and muttered something in a foreign language. Aminta grinned at the girl and then glanced over at Carth, who was attempting to decipher what the twi'lek had said.

"Gammoreans are worthless, mindless pigs," Aminta translated for him. "Except add a twi'lek curse between every word."

Carth shook his head in an attempt to hide his amusement. "So, the game plan is to search all of the rooms from where Mission was attacked northward?"

Aminta shifted her weight to her other foot and crossed her arms over her chest. "Something tells me that they're going to have a few guards posted outside the right door. It should be easy enough to find them."

"A gut feeling?" Carth asked.

Aminta nodded curtly, and Carth drew his blades as he headed in that direction. He had learned to trust Aminta's instincts. Eerily, they always turned out to be right.

Mission glanced at Aminta, who gave the girl a slight smile before drawing her own blades and following close behind Carth. Just as they were turning around the corner, a Gammorean charged at them. Before Aminta or Carth lifted their blades, the pig-man fell down dead.

Surprised, Aminta stepped over his bulk, and glanced down to see a hole directly between his eyes. Carth's eyes went wide as he shared a glance with Aminta. "I told you that she was capable," Aminta informed him with a self satisfied smirk.

Mission grinned at them, and then stepped past the pair. "Are we gonna get big Z or are we gonna make bacon out of this corpse?" she asked, pointing at the dead Gammorean with her blaster.

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