(A/N: Sorry it took so long for an update, guys... I'm trying to update each at some point, but am focusing more on my popular stories. But here it is, finally, chapter 2.)

Chapter 2: Planning

Slick had escaped. After months of work, of watching, waiting and suffering, he had finally escaped the prisons of Coruscant. A feat that many would be jealous of. He had done it alone, and, for the most part, silently. He didn't need any riot or distraction.

Slowing down from his running, the clone thought over the next leg of his journey. He would need supplies. Food, water, a change of clothes, weapons, currency and a ship.

Looking around, Slick knew that any pursuers would lose him in the underworld for a while. He had time to find a change of clothes, then he would work on the rest.

Getting a ship Slick knew was going to be the hardest of his plans. The ship would not only get him off the planet and away from Fox and the Coruscanti Guard, but also get him to wherever Captain Rex and Commander Cody were currently fighting.

Slick trembled in anger at the very thought of the two clones that had captured him when he had been spying for the CIS. He wanted to make them pay... And pay dearly. He had planned for everything up to removing the other two clones from any friends or potential aid, but after that, it was all fair game... A game he would enjoy.

The time spent in prison had twisted Slick's thoughts and views on different things, but only heightened his senses of hatred and the need for blood and vengeance.

Slick exited the alley and entered one of the clubs, hugging the shadows before heading up to the rooms. He would be able to find clothing there.

Silent as a spirit of death, Slick opened a door before closing it again. That room was out of the question.

Moving on, the escapee finally came to an empty room and quickly entered it, locking the door behind him.

Slick walked over to the dresser and began to go through the drawers, rifling through the clothes in search of something that wouldn't draw attention or look out of place. He finally settled on some casual clothing that wouldn't look odd if he was in the Underworld or on the surface.

Quickly changing, Slick folded his prison uniform and put it underneath the rest of the clothes, where it most likely wouldn't be found until much later.

Exiting the room in his new clothing, the clone made his way back down.

"Hey, handsome." A female Twi'lek that was scantily clad wrapped her arms around his neck as he tried to leave the club. "You look like you could need some fun." She said, looking at him with yellow eyes.

"No." Slick responded coldly. "What I need is information."

The Twi'lek smiled at him. "On what, the girls offered here?" She asked, pointing at a Togrutan. "Joka is the best dancer. Kayna is the best to sle-"

Slick pulled away from her. "That's not the type I'm looking for." He answered, the Twi'lek crossing her arms. "Then what?" She asked. "Information comes with it's price."

The clone shook his head at her. "I'm not looking to pay." He responded, pushing her away when she tried to kiss him. He had spent several years in the prisons of Coruscant, and hadn't seen any type of woman for a long time, but didn't have the time to take advantage of the Twi'lek's obvious fancy of him.

"Most guys have something to trade. Or a way to barter." The Twi'lek responded as she watched him curiously.

Slick glared at her. "Well I so happen to have been robbed." He said, voice slightly annoyed.

The Twi'lek laughed. "You've got a body, haven't you?"

Disgusted with her dirty suggestion, Slick moved further away. "Well that's something my wife wouldn't want me trading." He responded. He hated everyone right at that moment. He hated Fox, he hated Koon, he hated Kenobi, he hated Coruscant, he hated Jango, hated the girl before him, but most of all, Slick hated Rex and Cody.

"Why'd you come into a place like this then?" The Twi'lek asked, arms snaking around his neck again as she kissed him.

Finally frustrated and angered enough, Slick pushed her away, hard. "Don't touch me." He hissed as the girl caught herself against a table, staring at him with something akin to hatred.

Turning away, Slick quickly made his way from the club and down the allies, searching for any credits that might have been dropped by their owners as he went, turning his needs over in his head as he pulled up the hood of the cloak he had stolen.

'I need food and weapons. That's the next thing.' Slick thought as he picked up a few credits. 'Then the ship.'

Slick knew that the Underworld crawled with thugs, bounty hunters and thieves. He had a plan to use that to his advantage and help him gain what he needed. He was intelligent, and knew that he make many of those down in the bowels of Coruscant do as he wished.

He would make them an offer they wouldn't dare refuse...