Part 4 -

Tyron and Otus walked for a while through the roads of Nar Shaddaa and Otus led the Jedi deeper and deeper into its core. They went past low life creatures and traveled through hidden passages. Eventually, the two men reached a tiny courtyard walled off with defense turrets set up at the wall.

Otus called out, "Hey Skeeto, let us in."

A yellow Zabarak walked to the edge of the wall overlooking the courtyard. "Otus, you got some big teehestas for bringing a Jedi around here. Jonto is gonna have yo head, bro."

Arous looked at Otus annoyed."They had no idea you were bringing me."

Otus looked at him, "I must have forgotten." He then looked back to Skeeto. "I don't care what Jonto says, he is here to help. Just open."

"Alright, but its your funeral Cru'chu." Skeeto said pulling back a lever opening the doors to the hideout.

Mandore signaled for Tyron to follow him, and the two men walked into the compound. It was a pretty spaced area, it had a tiny shack with a big star on the top of it, near it was a few tents and next to them, under a tarp sat a couple of hammocks tied to nearby poles. Across the way on the wall was a garage and to top it all off there was a fire pit in the middle of the compound.

As Tyron followed Otus he introduced him to his team. "This is Barkley, he is a pro sniper. You already met Skeeto. Cassor'go is the ugly yeti bug looking thing, he speaks in his native tongue, and I have no idea what the hell it is saying, but he kills good." He snickered then put his left arm over another darker skinned human wit dreadlocks.

"A Jedi, Cross?" The man asked not understanding Otus' logic.

"That's right, Boog." Mandore said. "This is Master Arous."

Arous held out his hand as to shake."It is nice to meet you.. Boog."

The man shook his head smirking."My name isn't Boog, its Gwaine. Boog is just a nickname given to me by Cross here."

Arous became confused. "Cross?"

"That's my nickname for Otus." Gwaine laughed, shaking the Jedi's hand. "I gave it to him when.."

A female yellow Twi'lek interrupted the fun. "Why does that Jedi have my light saber?" She asked Otus.

"He had to borrow it for a second." Otus bobbed his head in the direction of her while looking at Arous, signifying him to give the light saber back.

Arous caught the queue and gave the Twi'lek the light saber. She snatched it quick and stormed off to one of the tents.

"That's Elaya, she's the force wielder I was talking about earlier." Otus comments.

Arous watched her, detecting her force abilities, she was not Sith nor Jedi. "She doesn't seem very friendly."

Otus laughed, "Don't worry about it, she isn't very friendly to anyone."

"Yeah, except Jonto." Gwaine said. "He is everything to her. They have been through the thick and thin together."

"Otus. Gwaine. Why is there a Jedi among us?" A voice said behind them.

The three men turned and looked upon the man. He was tall and built. His hair was gray and he had a scar on his left cheek. Just by looking at the man you could tell he has seen a lot in his years. He took a step forward slowly reaching for his rifle.

"Jonto, he is here to help." Otus said standing in front of Arous.

Jonto unholstered his blaster rifle and held it straight at Tyron, "We don't need help from a Jedi. For all we know he may be working for Typhus, or leading Republic forces to kill us."

Arous slowly took a step forward, "You have nothing to fear of me Jonto Gallagher."

"How do you know my name?" he questioned.

Tyron stood still. "You use to run a crime team on Coruscant a few years back. You're the guy who gave Roul'bon Ven and his brother the opportunity to be what they are now."

"So you know of the Ven's, huh?"

"Of course I do." Tyron continued, "Roul'bon is MIA after the skirmish with the Storm a while back, and Qwilek is an Officer in the Imperial army."

"How do you know that."

"There is a lot of information, if you know where to find it." Tyron states. "In fact, the Republic has Intel that even the Hutt's have been funding the Tri-ad."

Otus interrupted "You see Jonto, why would Master Arous say all these things if he didn't want to help."

Jonto continued to aim his rifle at Tyron. After a few moments of thinking to himself, he lowered his gun. "Don't make me regret not killing you Jedi."

"Right back at ya." Arous said smirking.

Jonto brushed off the remark and turned away. "So Jedi, what was your plan?"

"I knew Newond when i was young. I wish to speak with him." Arous explained.

Jonto began to laugh,"Speak with him? Are you kidding Jedi?"

Tyron looked confused, "I wish not to kill him. I believe that inside him, there is still a wise, good-hearted Jedi I remember from many years ago. I hope that.. perhaps I may be able to free him."

"Are you kidding?" Jonto remarked. "I met Typhus years ago when he was still in your 'Order,' he is not an honorable Jedi like in the past, Master Aorus. He is ruthless. He is more likely to shoot you before you even say a single word. Believe me when I say that the only thing you can free him of, is his own life."

"Then what is your plan, friend?" Arous questioned annoyed.

The compound became silent, for everyone was listening in on their conversation. Jonto reached in his satchel and pulled out a holo map. He held it out in front of him, a blue sphere formed from the device then it quickly shaped into a building.

"This, is my plan." Chuckles Gallagher.

The holographic building begins to show different access points.

Arous studies it, "This is a blue print.."

"Yes it is Jedi, yes it is." Jonto says smiling. "Now listen to the plan, because tomorrow we strike."

- End of Part 4 -