Mixed

Mira couldn't became hard for her to relax. She was use to a life of always, always being careful. Always being alert, or on her feet. She did what Alison would say. Deep breaths, let go. She tried what Brianna said. She thought of cold white snow. So peaceful and calming yet testing the body, like meditating.

"Clear…" Mira whispered to herself. She then thought about a time when she slept in a small room and another bounty hunter would barge in. "Don't let your guard down"

Bao Dur would at times think of Mira, how they tripped and had their little scene. He would purposely pass by where she meditated just to see her. He knew her struggling of trying to remain at peace. For him he was responsible for thousands of deaths on Malacor V. each time he tried to reflect on the force he saw the faces of those Mandalorian and Republic. He would hear screams, Kreia seemed to be clouding his mind. Or his mind would try to warn him of something. Something about Kreia.

Bao walked back to the garage, to his surprise Alison was at the bench, "General?"

Alison got up and made a light saber, she ignited it one side ignited as the other sparked. It caught some blueprints on fire.

"Shit!" Alison yelled as she franticly put them out.

Bao's heart was pounding, "its fine" he then saved the blueprints from becoming completely destroyed. "What are you trying to do?"

Alison felt really guilty, "I'm so sorry" she looked at her saber hilt. "I wanted to make a double bladed saber. It's so dam hard."

Bao Dur thought and gave Alison an 'are you kidding me look', "General that seems highly advanced." He then bunched his papers together and putting them away, but dropping one.

"I know. Although I thought Meetra had a double bladed saber. So I thought given I have some of her memory's I would be able to make one." Alison picked up the paper, "What's this for?"

Alison looked on the page and saw a blueprint of Mandalorian armor. Bao Dur snatched the paper.

"It's nothing general, just seeing what I can upgrade" he then saw the look in Alison's eyes of slight disapproval. "As for the Lightsaber, Mical lent me the holocron of saber building. Those type are a very sophisticated design, consisting of a single Lightsaber mechanism with two sets of emitters, one on either end of the hilt."

"Yeah that sound easy" Alison said with sarcasm.

"Well general it usually isn't. However, most saberstaff designs are extremely simplistic, consisting of two separate Lightsabers with connected pommels, rather than a single mechanism. This design, while less elaborate, also resulted in a considerably lengthened handle, though it otherwise remained the same." Bao Dur let his hand out, Alison put the saber in his hand. "Yes, you did something peculiar."

Alison laughed. "You know at some point I'm going to need to make my own sabers. And if I do make a saber, I got to try to do it without your help."

Bao Dur nodded his head, "I'm so sorry General, I didn't mean to intrude"

"No Bao. It was a joke. Please help me with whatever you can. I'm beyond grateful." Alison tied her hair back. "Do you have time to show me what you mean?"

"Of course" Bao then got another chair to the bench to help her.

It took a while for Alison to get the hang of it. Over and over the hilt would spark or just spew out smoke. Then finally she hesitated in igniting the saber.

"This should work." Bao assured her.

Alison then ignited it. One side slowly glowed purple, the other lagged for a second then ignited.

"Awesome!" Alison turned it off. "Bao I owe you big time." She then tied it to her side. She thought for a moment. "I don't know if having a double blade is a good or bad thing."

"The primary purpose of the double-bladed Lightsaber is to allow for a faster rate of attack, unleashing a rapid assault with only a minimum of movement, 'more slaughter per swing' as a Sith would put it. But they are also excellent defensive weapons, as the doubled length of the weapon provides more surface area for deflecting and parrying." he then shrugged, "they also possesses a great psychological impact."

"You kidding me?" Atton leaned on the wall, looking really suave. "I hear the twin blades are harder to master, but they can make enemies stampede over each other just to run for cover before getting sliced."

Alison looked at him, he did look good, she rolled her eyes. "Wow Atton, must you always be such a James Bond?"

"What?" Atton crossed his arms. He seemed a little defensive.

Alison laughed slightly, "Never mind. I don't want you knowing what I mean" She then headed out of the garage

Atton then followed her, "Come on Alison tell me"

Mira then walked into the room, Bao started to clean up the rubble and scrap metal that was used.

"Hey" Mira greeted.

"Was there something I could do for you?" Bao paid full attention to her.

"I couldn't help but overhear that you were upgrading armor." Mira set down some of her gear.

"Well…" he looked through her things. "Most of these are in great working condition"

"That's the problem. I need them in excellent condition. Now" she took out some blueprints of her own, "this is what I want to do. The shield only can prevent certain energy attacks. I want it to…" she looked around. She then set a small thimble like device on the ground by the door.

Bao looked at Mira as she looked around. "I know what you want it to shield you from. Let's see what we can do."

It took some time for them to get the mechanics working. Bao found it hard to work with Mira by his side. He was usually very calm, with her near his heart would flutter. Mira noticed it after a while. She looked at how he would turn from her to try to hide his emotions. It was odd to her. She felt herself letting her guard down. Something she would never do. Not even to Alison.

"Bao" Mira put down some of the tools.

"Is there something wrong?" Bao Dur observed her work.

Mira realized Bao was an expert in anything mechanical, but completely clueless. "Yes" she set down the tools from his hands. "Why don't you just tell me?"

"Mira?" Bao blushed slightly.

"I'm tired of these games, hell I don't want to end up like Rand and the exile." Mira looked out the garage. No one was watching.

Bao knew what she meant. "I…" his voice cracked. "I can't. As much as I yearn for it, it wouldn't work out. I'm no fool." He looked her and saw the disappointment in her eyes. "You are to be a Jedi, I'm a tech. for the most of my life this has been my love. Besides you deserve more."

Mira rose from her seat quickly causing the stool to fall over clanking on other things. She then placed the tools in her hand on the table and huffed out of the room. Bao sat there with a sort of awe, and dizziness. It took him a minute to comprehend what happened; a fool would go after her. He picked up the items that fell over and looked at his work. His remote floated nearby, it usually fixed minor repairs on the ship aiding T3, but it just floated and let out a sad Dwoo.

"I'm no fool" he muttered to himself.

Brianna sensed something blocking her concentration. A dark entity clouded her mind. She went to Visas…

"Is something wrong, sister of the Echani?" Visas stood still, ready for whatever came to pass.

"What are you hiding?" Brianna demanded.

"I don't understand."

"My thoughts, my sight, all clouded by you. You're planning something. I know you plan to betray Alison and lead your Master here to slaughter us all. Don't deny it. But why cloud me?"

"The exile knows of her fate, she has to face him, she has to fight Sion. It is none of my doing to bring her any harm. I only aid her for my freedom of that monster." She thought of all she had been through with Nilihis. "He haunts me, in every breath, in all my dreams. It is my wish to see him end. Not only for my sake, but yours."

Brianna thought for a moment, she then went back to her training, she let her aggression out with each tier. Alison was in her quarters reading a small book. "The Phantom of the Opera", by the looks of it she was almost finished.

"If I am the phantom, it is because man's hatred has made me so. If I am to be saved it is because your love redeems me."

Alison couldn't read anymore, she placed her book down and wiped her tears. The story was sad and beautiful to her. She looked up and saw Mical standing at the doorway.

"Alison?" he noticed the wiped tears. "Are you alright? Is there something I can do?"

"No, I'm fine, it's just…" she lifted the book to show why the tears, Mical gently took the book examining it.

"I can't with all my might read this."

Alison smiled. "I didn't expect you to; it probably looks like scribbles to you"

"It does" he smiled back to her. "Why does this upset you?"

"It's a story, about a man who came from bad beginnings. And he meets a girl who was his entire world and she left him for a world with someone else. It's very complicated…"

"Love always is…" Mical looked at Alison.

"No, love is more than that. In this story most people would say she was right to leave the phantom. He was bipolar and threatened and actually killed people. Sometimes I think he was more. Because no one showed him compassion he turned to these ways."

"That's why you strongly enforce us to be understanding."

"Yes, and even one who has fallen so far can be saved." Alison saw Atton pass her room, "But even a squeaky clean person can fall in the mud…"