Ghost was roused from his trance by the sound of quiet shuffling, followed by painful groaning. Now aware of his surroundings again he spent a few seconds looking through the window, he could tell by the light, or rather lack of it, coming from the upper levels that it was night, and he guessed about 8 hours had passed. Shaking his head slightly to fully bring his senses back, he pushed off the wall, standing up and turning to face the source of the sound.

Sure enough, it was the kid that was making them from the bed, where he was just sitting up and rubbing his head, only just beginning to check his surroundings. His eyes cast over the mostly empty room sleepily, eventually coming to rest on Ghost, causing him to jolt slightly, despite the aching feeling that had overcome his body.

Ghost watched silently as the kid scrambled back into the corner of the room, his eyes frantically searching for any type of weapon, eventually picking up one of Ghost's gauntlet armor pieces, ready to use it as a bludgeoning weapon.

The silence of the room was broken as Ghost sighed wearily, the kids spirit was admirable, but he was tired, and didn't particularly feel like dealing with this situation right now. Nevertheless, the teen ran at him with a battlecry that sounded more like a timid mouse, raising the armor above his head in both hands and going to swing at Ghost with all the force he could muster.

Even if he hadn't predicted it was going to happen, he could of reacted in time to stop it. So when the boys hand was caught in his grip on it's downwards arc, he didn't react with much strength, in a prepared attempt to not damage the boy further.

The boy himself didn't make a sound, though a shocked and scared expression was written all over his features. He took a few slow steps back, the armor still in hand, though he now realized it would be pointless as a weapon. His stance was tense as he awaited a counterattack from Ghost, but it never came, instead the man remained standing exactly where he was, not making a move, and remaining silent. The silence wasn't exactly intentional, he realized it wasn't going to help him seem any less threatening, but he simply couldn't quite think of what might be best to say. So he just stood there, rather awkwardly, and eventually the boy spoke up first, his voice wavering, but confident at the same time.

"Who are you?" He asked, giving Ghost a quick look over to try spot any weapons, but he didn't see any, as Ghost's coat was hiding both of his blasters.

"My name is Ghost" He replied a bit more quietly than he had intended to, his voice perfectly passive.

A frown creased the brow of the boy, he hadn't heard the name before, not given to a specific person in any case. So he filed the name away, but didn't pay it much heed for now.

"Where am I?" His voice had built in confidence slightly, the wavering disappearing the more he spoke

Ghost looked round the room carefully a few seconds, and the boy did the same, albeit briefly.

"In a hotel room" Ghost replied, raising his voice slightly from when he had last spoke so that he was more audible. "Not far from where those gang members were attacking you, same street in fact"

The boy blinked slightly, now he remembered what had happened. He had been running from the gang members after scuffling with them in a cantina. It hadn't been his first run in with the gang by any means, and usually he would just outrun them and disappear into the maze that the city was. This time however, that plan hadn't worked, a fact he had become aware of when he got hit in the back by a stun round. Past that he didn't remember much, just trying to shield himself from the gangs boots.

This was all information he recalled quickly, blinking a few times as he did. Once he finished remembering the unfortunate situation with a grimace, he looked at Ghost again. He still hadn't moved an inch.

With his newly remembered information, and the update Ghost had given him, he felt safe enough to relax slightly, lowering his arms which were still gripping the gauntlet. He let the gauntlet itself fall to the ground as his he took a second to gather his wits, realizing how futile his attempted attack would have been under any circumstance. He then scanned Ghost over curiously, wondering why the man had chosen to help him. He most certainly wouldn't have gotten anything out of it, but he knew the gang wouldn't have let him go either, meaning that in some capacity at least, he had Ghost to thank for what was most likely his life.

His train of thought was broken as Ghost cleared his throat quietly, nodding towards the boy.

"What's your name?" He asked, and for the first time he noticed the slight flanging effect of Ghost's voice.

"Jason" He answered bluntly, continuing to eye the man. Even if he had saved his life, he didn't trust him.

"Jason" Ghost repeated a few times, each one more quiet than the last as he made a mental note of the name, it was one he'd heard a fair few times after all, and he found it was best to remember things correctly. "I won't ask why that gang was after you, Jason. But I can guess that it was something petty" He said in an all too knowing tone.

Jason opened his mouth to protest, then realized Ghost was right and shut it again, blushing slightly in embarrassment. Then nodding in agreement.

"Right, in that case, you'd best get your stuff together, the management of this place is bound to kick me out of here soon, the time I paid for is almost up" As he spoke he began to move round the room, collecting all the armor pieces and dumping them on the bed in a single pile.

Jason watched him go about this from the corner of the room where he was standing, picking up the gauntlet he had dropped and throwing it onto the pile in an attempt to be somewhat useful. Then he properly realized what Ghost had said, and frowned, looking at him confused

"What do you mean get my stuff together? I didn't have anything else on me"

Ghost paused for a second, apparently in thought. "Oh, right. Well I think you'd best take this then, stop this happening to you again hopefully" With that he reached into his coat and removed one of his blaster pistols, flipping it round so the grip was facing towards Jason, then throwing it in a slight arc.

Jason caught the weapon deftly, looking up at Ghost incredulously, suspecting some kind of trick. So when Ghost also removed one of his holsters and chucked it to him, he couldn't quite believe it. Though for all intents and purposes Ghost was still just going about his business.

Looking away from Ghost and towards the blaster in his hand, he began to inspect it. He wasn't familiar with the model, but it looked sturdy, and well kept. Good signs for a blaster.

With a weary gaze he looked back towards Ghost, a questioning look on his face. "I-i get to keep it?" He said, trying not to sound too hopeful, though the emotion of course, slipped through.

Ghost turned to him and nodded. His mask hiding any expression he might have shown "Yes, it's yours. I think you'll need it more than me." His voice had a dismissive, off hand tone to it, apparently uninterested in the situation. In reality, Ghost had been thinking of this for some time while he had been staring out the window. Jason obviously needed something to protect himself, and knowing the usual income of people in these parts of the city, him buying one was out of the question. He could remember all too well a similar situation that he had been a part of on Nar Shaddaa some 200 years ago.

He had helped another street urchin somewhat similar to Jason, but older. He too had been attacked by a gang, though it had numbered closer to 15, as opposed to the 3 that had gone after Jason. Last time Ghost had wasted no time with diplomacy, simply dispatching the denizens, then going about helping their victim. After helping the victim back to their feet, he had patted them on the back and been on his way. Not long after that, he found out that the person he had helped had been killed at a later point.

Ghost was a much different person now than he was then. And old age, coupled with experience, had driven him to make a different choice this time round.

He looked up from his reminiscing, seeing that Jason now had the holster on his hip, with the blaster sitting snugly inside it. He nodded in approval, then looked towards his assembled armor pieces. When he had first taken them off, he had intended to put them back on again. After all, it was better to be on the safe side. But now, he simply looked at it with a grimace, somewhat dreading the thought of carrying around it's weight again, now used to the less restricted movement he was granted when he wasn't wearing the plasteel plates.

With a heavy sigh he looked at the armor, mentally saying goodbye before looking over at Jason, who was now just standing awkwardly and watching Ghost. WIth a shrug Ghost gestured to the armor pile before turning to head out the door.

Jason was once again bemused as to why the man would let him take what looked like perfectly good high quality armor, but he knew how much it would sell for, so he didn't ask twice as he swept the armor up into his arms, eventually finding a comfortable way to hold it.

Ghost then exited the room, and Jason scampered out behind him, looking round at the neon covered city round him as he did, quickly recognizing where he was.

His scan of the city was interrupted as he heard footsteps behind him, and turned to see Ghost starting to walk away towards the city. Not wanting to seem impolite, he called out after Ghost. "Thank's… Ghost, or whatever your name is" His voice was genuinely thankful, though still a bit weary.

Ghost stopped and slowly turned around to look at Jason, his mind had wandered to what he was going to do next. And he had already settled on two things to do, visit an old acquaintance, then go someplace with some trees. With those plans in the back of his mind, he nodded to Jason politely. "No problem, just stay out of trouble, I won't be around to help you next time"

At that Jason nodded, then Ghost raised his hand and snapped his fingers, which for some reason unbeknownst to Jason, caused a bright flash which caused him to cover his eyes.

When he lowered his arm to restore his vision, Ghost was gone. Blinking a few times, dumbfounded, Jason rubbed his eyes. And seeing the same result, decided it was better if he didn't ask questions, after all, he had a set of armor to sell, and thinking about Ghost too much would probably just cause him a headache.

So he turned and headed for the nearest blackmarket, a slight skip in his step as he thought about all the pointless things he'd probably end up buying with the money he got from the set of armor. That would of course, be after he brought more food than he could eat in a lifetime.