The Fury landed on Hutta's orbital station just as Xy'liah finished briefing Quinn and Vette on the situation. According to Baras, Nomen Karr had called him to his safe house to discuss things once and for all. Of course instead of the Dark Master going, he sent his prized champion instead.

"That sounds like a big task," said Vette. "Isn't Nomen Karr a powerful Jedi Master? Wouldn't that be like facing Darth Baras himself?"

"Unfortunately I must agree with Vette on this one," said Quinn as Vette turned excitedly to face him. "If he were to use a Jedi mind trick like the last Jedi we encountered, you'd be facing him on your own. Perhaps we can draw him out somewhere out of his element?"

"It's a suicide mission yet again," the twi'lek added.

"We do not have the time—nor do I have the patience—for any of that," said Xy'liah.

"Forgive me, my lord, but we should not rush into this like all the others. I admit we were lucky then, but soon that will run out," said Quinn.

"Alright Captain, go devise another ingenious plan for us," said Xy'liah. "And call me when you're done. I'm going." She turned her eyes toward Vette. "Let's go."

"Um…I don't think me interacting with the Hutts or anyone on this planet for that matter will be a good idea…" said the twi'lek.

"I'll go," volunteered Quinn. "I can always devise us a plan while en route. It's what I was trained for."

"Jeez, is there anything you aren't trained for?" asked Vette.

Quinn narrowed his eyes at the twi'lek as he said plain and simple, "No."

"Enough, we need to go now," said Xy'liah. She turned from the table and walked out of the door of the conference room as Quinn and Vette followed.

"Your presence tells me that my fellow Uldin and Zylixx must've failed," said Nomen Karr as Xy'liah and Quinn entered the safe house. The older man stood up from his mediation state and turned to face the two. "Pity. I should've known Baras couldn't be trusted. As a man of my word, I am here, alone as agreed. Your master shows himself as a coward, sending you in his stead."

"He sends me to do all his killings," said Xy'liah.

"You are still young. I am a full-fledged Jedi Master and stronger in the Force."

"It hardly seems fair for you."

Nomen Karr smiled and chuckled lightly at the young Sith's responses. He sensed a rebellious nature to her. Baras must be having fun with this one. The Jedi Master thought as images of his foe's irritated face rushed in and out of his head. He walked forward a bit to close the gap between the Sith and him.

"You are Baras' pawn, a resourceful and powerful one, but still only that. I must put an end to you." Nomen Karr drew out his green lightsaber as Xy'liah ignited both her crimson sabers. "Once you are out of the way, Jaesa will provide the proof I need in order to open the Jedi Council's eyes and expose Baras' network of spies."

"What network of spies?"

"Don't try to lie to me. I already know. This ends now, Sith." The Jedi Master rushed at Xy'liah with a leap of the Force, bringing his lightsaber down clashing against hers.

Quinn aimed his blaster at the Jedi Master, quickly taking the opportunity to strike at him while he was exposed.

"No, you stay out of this! He's mine!" yelled Xy'liah before Quinn could pull the trigger.

The Captain frowned at the command, but obeyed, slowly lowering his weapon as the Jedi Master attempted to once again strike Xy'liah. He took a step back as the two began their duel. He stood watching as Nomen Karr continuously attacked Xy'liah, who did pretty well defending herself.

Over the course of their time together, Quinn couldn't help, but mentally note her fighting style. Hardly does she go for the attack, but rather defend until she could find an opening. It proved to be quite an efficient method, bringing her this far into her campaign. Her opponents over the course of the campaign haven't been quite easy either. But they have indeed prepared her for this one. He noticed how her endurance and stamina increased with each passing battle, and just about almost every time she was the one to outlast her opponents.

He watched as the Sith did exactly just that, striking at Nomen Karr's exposed body parts. However the Jedi Master did sneak in an attack or two, knocking her back, but Xy'liah recovered easily and continued to meet every single attack head on.

The Jedi Master was indeed strong, but Quinn noticed how more and more fatigued he seemed to be getting as the fight dragged out.

Nomen Karr brought his lightsaber down just as Xy'liah sidestepped the attack, the lightsaber just barely touching her. It was there that Quinn saw the perfect opportunity to attack. The whole Jedi's side was exposed! He wanted to shout out to her, but she was already one step ahead of him as she did her infamous roundhouse kick combination and sent the Jedi flying across the room with the help of the Force.

Nomen Karr clutched at his side as he panted, gasping for air, "Ah! The Force…is very strong with you…I must dig deeper!"

"You're digging your own grave, Jedi."

The Jedi Master frowned at the Sith's comment as he called upon the Force. What happened next took both Quinn and Xy'liah by surprised. He was now surrounded by a familiar red electric current. His eyes turned blood red as Quinn always saw Xy'liah's did whenever she called upon the Force herself. His skin became a very pale color as he stood up once more, energized by his new source of power.

He's calling upon the dark side of the Force? Quinn thought to himself as the Jedi leapt once more at Xy'liah. For someone who was quite communed to the light side of the Force, it was surprising how fast he turned dark.

Quinn shifted his eyes to Xy'liah, who was now showing signs of fatigue as the Jedi brought his lightsaber clashing down in a series of quick, aggressive strikes. At one point, she had to step back to regain her balance as he summoned a massive amount of the Force to knock her back even more.

She flew back, landing on the ground, stomach first. Her lightsabers flew out of her hands and landed quite a distant away from her.

"NO!" Quinn shouted as the Jedi walked toward Xy'liah. Instinctively, he took out his blaster and aimed for the back of Nomen Karr's head, firing a few round of blaster bolts.

The Jedi quickly turned around and deflected the bolts. His attention was now on Quinn and his eyes narrowed in anger as he began walking in his direction.

Quinn gripped his blaster tighter as he fired a few more rounds only to have them deflected once again. The Jedi grinned as he closed the distance between them and Quinn's mind began racing, calculating the best course of action in taking down this powerful foe. His eyes scanned the room for any useful objects or ideas.

"I'm sorry you had to be dragged into this," he said, now rushing at Quinn.

Quinn quickly took out a flash grenade from his utility belt, but before he could use it, another force knocked the Jedi to the left. Quinn stepped back to see Xy'liah standing before him, looking at the fallen Jedi Master. Like the Jedi, there was a red current surrounding her too and her amber eyes turned completely red. She gripped her lightsabers tighter as the Jedi stood up. This time Xy'liah barely gave him time to recover as she quickly leapt at him, striking him with both lightsabers as he struggled to defend himself.

"NO! This is not right!" Quinn heard Nomen Karr shouting. "Fall! You must fall to me!"

"I never do what I'm supposed to do!" shouted Xy'liah back as she aggressively attacked.

"Silence, Sith!" Nomen Karr stretched out his hand and Xy'liah flew back, knocking into Quinn.

The couple flew back a few feet with Quinn breaking the fall as his back skidded on the ground. He let out a cry of agony as he felt the Sith pushed herself off of him. He lay on the ground for a moment before calling upon the strength to slowly sit up. He quickly looked for Xy'liah, only to see her doing fine as she stood towering over an injured Nomen Karr.

"My wound is mortal, Sith. At least I die knowing that you'll never find Jaesa." The Jedi looked up at Xy'liah, his lightsaber deactivated beside him. Bruises and cuts covered his body as he clutched at the same side Xy'liah had attacked earlier.

Footsteps were heard and Quinn turned to see a group of Imperial troopers rushing at them.

"My lord!" called out one of the troopers. "Darth Baras sent us in case…you…needed…help." He carefully eyed the surroundings eventually landing on the injured Jedi next to Xy'liah. "Clearly that's not the case. May we stabilize him?"

"NO! Baras must be damned…I…want…to die. Then Jaesa will be safe," Nomen Karr protested.

"I'm not done, Karr. You have given me a lot of trouble trying to find you. You wasted my time on useless wild chases and idiots! You will suffer as no one has suffered!" shouted Xy'liah.

"May the force protect…me," the Jedi closed his eyes and collapsed forward.

"We'll save him, my lord and then be out of your way in an adjacent chamber. Hurry men, the Jedi is fading," the trooper said to his men.

A medic stepped forward and quickly went to work to stabilize the Jedi.

Xy'liah walked over to Quinn while Nomen Karr was being attended to, "Anything serious?"

Quinn shook his head, "Maybe bruised, but it's nothing a few sessions of Kolto salve couldn't fix. You, on the other hand—" Quinn eyed the Sith up and down. She was covered with bruises, cuts, and a few deep gashes probably from the lightsaber. Her clothes were tattered and ripped and her usually coiffed bun had a few strands out of place. "It may take awhile for your injuries to fully heal, my lord."

Xy'liah deactivated her lightsabers and Quinn quickly stepped in to support her as she took a step toward a nearby chamber, "I need to sit…"

"We must tend to your injuries quickly," the Captain insisted as he helped her toward the chamber. "Don't worry about the Jedi. Baras' men will take care of him." He took her into the chamber and laid her down on a nearby bed. Quickly, he took out whatever supplies he had brought with him and went to work on her.

He tended to the deeper gashes first, butterflying them together and smothering it with Kolto salve before bandaging it all up. The Sith lay perfectly still while he worked on her, occasionally letting out a groan whenever he exerted too much pressure on a wound. Her eyes were closed as she tried to sneak in a small rest before the Jedi was up.

Next he turned his attention to the smaller wounds such as the bruises and cuts. She had them everywhere on her body. Quinn began rubbing them with more of the salve as he worked his way from her legs to her chest. When he reached her chest area, he hesitated for a few minutes before turning his head towards her, "My lord, I am going to need to take off your top to treat the underlying wounds."

She didn't say anything in return and Quinn slowly lowered his hands to her vest as he brought the zipper down slowly. It didn't take long before the two parts separated and Quinn could see the underlying garment. He felt his cheeks reddened as he slowly pushed the vest to the sides so that he had room to handle the wounds. She barely had any, except for a few scratches near her collarbone and a few bruises right underneath her breasts.

Quinn did his best to concentrate on the wounds though his blue eyes kept trying to wander toward the two mounds heaving up and down as the Sith breathed. Images from their time on Tatooine entered his mind and he felt a small shiver run down his body as he thought about their kiss. Their lustful, yet passionate kiss. He wanted to relive that. No matter how many times he reasoned and convinced himself not to, at the end of the day, he would find himself laying wide awake and thinking about her before drifting off to sleep.

Quinn shook his head, hoping to shake out the thought. This is not the place or the time to think about it. He had finished patching up the Sith just as the trooper from earlier came in.

"My lord," he said. Quinn instinctively straightened as Xy'liah slid the arm to her side and opened her eyes. She turned toward the voice and cocked a brow at a nervous looking Quinn before answering.

"What is it?"

"The Jedi is awake, my lord. What do you want us to do with him?"

"Bring him here."

"Yes." The trooper retreated.

Xy'liah sat up quickly and swung her legs over the side of the bed. She adjusted her top before zipping the vest back together as Quinn watched her. The Sith examined herself, twisting and turning her arms and torso before turning to Quinn, "Nice job."

"It's my duty, my lord," he replied as she pushed herself off the bed.

"Leave us when the Jedi gets here."

"I'll be talking to the head of the troops," said Quinn. "We need to plan the next stage should the Padawan arrive."