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[Thel Xeros]

“Roll a what for charisma,” Thel asked, mildly confused. He thought Shaw might have realised how he had swayed the thinking of the Weequay. Apparently not. The walk towards the camp was a long one. He was used to such journeys though. The bandits were of no worry to him. They had done exactly what he wanted them to do.

“Don’t worry, I think we’ll be fine,” he replied to Shaw, a slight smile at the corner of his mouth.

Eventually, they arrived. The camp was unpleasant, as one might expect. The bandits were cooking some form of unidentifiable meat and the pungent smell had spread around the tents. Turning to look at what had so disgusted Shaw, Thel grimaced at the sight of it. “Yes, that is unpleasant.” His attention turned to some of the bandits who were gathering around one of the tents. “Time to meet the boss.” As the tent opened, he expected to be faced with a burly, battled hardened bandit. A Besalisk? Perhaps a Trandoshan or Weequay? No. To his surprise, the diminutive figure of a Toydarian came flapping out of the tent. “Oh, that’s a bit underwhelming,” he whispered to Shaw.

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[Shaw Amaris]

Krel was confident and didn't seem fazed by the fact they were now in the middle of the bandit camp. Surrounded by real life bandits with swords and blasters and unbrushed teeth and unwashed armpits. It seemed like the opposite of fine if you asked Shaw, but the teenager was still young enough to harbor hope and enthusiasm even with the odds stacked against them. He believed the bounty hunter and stayed put by his side. They would face this together.

"Unpleasant?" Shaw echoed, unable to take his eyes off the makeshift toilet. That was one word for it. "All this junk you guys have stolen and ya couldn't be bothered to steal a refresher or somethin? Or a curtain for a little privacy??" he added loudly, hoping the bandits would overhear. A few of them snickered. One of them just nudged him rather hard with his vibrosword. He got the point, literally in his back and figuratively that he should shut up.

Then the big boss waltzed out of his tent. Big boss might not have been the best description. Waltzed might not have been either. He kinda floated out of his tent, a comlink in one hand and a blaster in the other. "Don't worry," his raspy voice spoke into the comlink, a wicked grin spreading across his lips. "Boys just brought em inta camp. We'll take reaaaaal good care of em for ya."

Shaw looked between the "big" boss and Krel. Now was their time to strike! Right? He whipped out his baton and waved it around, trying his best to look cool and to intimidate the bandit leader. He managed not to whack himself in the face but probably looked a little more eager and uncoordinated than he wanted to. "Time to clip those wings!" he yelled out. Now that sounded cool. @DMCK

12/20 baton theatrics

 

[Thel Xeros]

Thel listened as the Toydarian spoke into their comlink. He realised it was probably time to take action. Shaw was going to be in for a surprise.

Before Thel could do anything, Shaw took matters into his own hands. Drawing his baton in a rather theatrical manner, he then proceeded to wave it around manically. As if he had no control over his limbs and had instead been possessed by some supernatural force.

Leaning back, Thel managed to narrowly avoid the baton crashing into his face. Whilst Shaw’s technique was unconventional, it had served to distract the bandits; they stood watching, perhaps slightly bemused by it. His quip wasn’t too bad either.

Crossing his arms together, he harnessed the force and thrust his arms out to either side of himself. This sent out a wave of energy around him. The blast would be enough to knock those around him, including Shaw, off their feet. Taking a breathe, he quickly spotted two bandits to his left, behind the Toydarian, who had both fallen to the ground next to the tent the Toydarian had come from. Leaping into the air, he landed behind the two fallen men.

Narrowly avoiding a couple of blaster bolts, he turned around, unclipped his lightsaber from his belt and then activated it, revealing the crimson blade.

Deflecting away a few blaster bolts, from bandits who were getting back to their feet, he cut down the two bandits in front of him.

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[Shaw Amaris]

One second Shaw was twirling his baton in the air like a real life martial artist and spouting off comic book worthy one liners. The next second he was lying flat on his back staring up at the sunset without a clue what had happened or how he had been knocked over. Sitting up, the teenager rubbed his head and looked around confused. The invisible blow really hadn't hurt him. It had just knocked the wind out of him. Really he just considered himself lucky—lucky that he hadn't been knocked into the makeshift toilet.

Some of the others? Not so fortunate. One in particular. A wueequay bandit had been blown backward and landed face first in the in ground toilet. A terrified wail went up from the camp, his hands reaching blindly and desperately for the toilet paper on a stick. When he couldn't find it he scrambled to his feet and went running from the camp, still screaming and colliding with the clothesline in his escape, unintentionally taking several shirts and a pair of pants with him. None of them would ever see that particular weequay again.

One less bandit to deal with! No thanks to Shaw who was about to jump to his feet when he got distracted by Krel. Dude was dodging blaster bolt after blaster bolt like he was in a slow motion cutscene except... he wasn't. What Krel was was just beginning to dawn on Shaw when the older man pulled out a lightsaber and ignited it. Not just any lightsaber. A red lightsaber!

Krel wasn't just a force user. He was a Sith! "BROOOOOOOOO!" Shaw exclaimed, right before a bandit whacked him upside the head with a club. A lesson Shaw would learn today? Never get distracted in the middle of a fight. Not even by the really cool stuff. @DMCK

Shaw attempt 5/10

 

[Thel Xeros]

Thel looked in Shaw’s direction, just as the younger man shouted. Before he could react, Shaw was clubbed over the head. He couldn’t help but wince. Oh dear, that’ll leave a mark.

Looking to the side, as he casually batted away some blaster fire, he caught sight of a bandit fleeing. An assortment of pants and other laundry followed in the Weequay’s wake as they ran. Peculiar.

The bandits were scattering, the sight of a red lightsaber causing panic. Thrusting his arm towards a couple of them, he used the force to send them both flying into one of the tents. He followed that by unleashing a stream of fire from his right hand, driving back some of the bandits who were trying to resist.

“Come on, get up Shaw,” he said to the younger man, approaching him. Checking around, Thel realised he had lost sight of the Toydarian. Standing up and looking around, he cut down a bandit who charged at him with a sword.

Moving between a couple of tents, he spotted the Toydarian and another bandit climbing onto the back of a speeder bike, A third bandit was approaching the speeder bike next to them. Before he could stop the Toydarian’s speeder, it quickly accelerated away towards the forest. “Shaw come on, we can’t let the leader escape.” Reaching out he used the force to drag the bandit off the other speeder before they could try and escape.

Finishing off the helpless Weequay with his lightsaber, he then jumped onto the speeder. “Get on Shaw.”

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[Shaw Amaris]

Leave a mark it did. Blood raced to the side of Shaw's head and gathered beneath the darkening skin. It would only be a matter of hours until the left side of his face began to swell and bruising appeared. While Shaw was splayed out on his back, Krel was singlehandedly taking care of business. The teenager was vaguely aware of all of the commotion and sounds. He would see a flash of red there, hear a scream or two here. You know here a Sith, there a Sith, everywhere a Sith Sith. He was pretty sure that's how the song goes.

Then there were footsteps and a dark figure standing above him. Krel's words managed to rouse Shaw, who sat up and blinked a few times. "A hand?" he muttered reaching out for Krel's hand to help him get to his feet. But Krel was no longer there and was already halfway across the camp and on a speeder bike. That was the second time bro had left him hanging now.

As soon as Shaw climbed onto the speeder bike behind Krel they were racing off towards the forest, hot on the dust trail of the escaping toydarian bandit leader. It was an incredible feeling that Shaw, out of it as he was, was fully aware of. It was a rush. The wind brushing against his face. The ground beneath his feet merely a blur. The power that hummed from the bike's engine. This was basically every teenage boy's dream. Shaw just wished he could live out his dreams without the pounding headache.

Then he spotted the toydarian. "Get closer! I've got an idea!" he shouted to Krel, steadying his feet on the cargo compartment of the bike and holding onto the bounty hunter by the shoulders. Famous last words or derring-do? They were gaining on the other bike. Gaining... Gaining... "I've got him!"

Shaw leapt from the speeder bike, arms outstretched to tackle and pull the toydarian from his own bike and to the ground. Shaw was even planning on the toydarian being his cushioning for when they hit the ground. He imagined the unmanned speeder would fly into a tree and explode in the background like a really cool action scene. What Shaw didn't realize was that that whack to the head had muddled with his bearings. He leapt from the bike, missed the toydarian by a good two feet, and then hit the ground and rolled. The toydarian sped off, laughing his head off as his little wings fluttered. @DMCK

dice roll 1/20

 

[Thel Xeros]

As soon as Shaw jumped on the back of the speeder, Thel sped off after the Toydarian. “I’ll explain things later. I’m not what you think I am.” Not entirely untrue.

As they gained ground on the Toydarian, he heard Shaw speak. “Ok.” He had come this far with Shaw and was willing to give him the benefit of the doubt, though he wasn’t certain about what Shaw would do. He got closer to the bandits’ speeder, and he could see Shaw moving to jump from the speeder. Oh.

“May I offer a slight word of caution.” It fell on deaf ears. Shaw leapt like a salmon, straight towards the speeder. He’s going to do it…no, he’s not. Thel watched as Shaw violently crashed to the ground.

Quickly breaking, he turned the speeder around. I’ll have to let the Toydarian go.

He jumped off the speeder and leaned over Shaw. “Shaw. Are you ok? Shaw.” He shook the younger man’s shoulders.

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[Shaw Amaris]

Shaw hit the ground with an audible thud! and rolled with a crack! until he hit a tree and came to a stop. He laid there motionless until he felt two hands grab hold of his shoulders and shake him awake. He must have passed out because he awoke with a start, wide eyed and lost. "Wha—what?"

As soon as he lifted his head he knew what and remembered what had happened. "Did I get im?" he asked, head rolling back against the trunk of the tree for support. He looked around, blinking stupidly. It was just Krel there. No toydarian and no speeder engulfed in flames in the background. So that was a big nope. He didn't get him.

His head felt like someone had bashed it into the side of a tree and his body ached all over. His clothing was torn here and there where his skin had been scraped and cut from the fall and subsequent roll. Worse than all of that was the pain that shot through his left arm. It felt heavier than normal, like he didn't have the strength to lift it. He had definitely broken it.

"What'reyouwaitingfor?" he muttered in one breath as sweat trickled down the sides of his temples. "Go get im!" He waved his right hand around in an uncoordinated motion that really didn't express anything. The movement made him shudder and then cringe. "I'll wait here." Not that he really had a choice anyway. @DMCK

 

[Thel Xeros]

Fortunately, it didn’t take too long for Shaw to wake up. He was reckless, but Thel didn’t wish him any harm. When Shaw asked if he got the Toydarian, Thel hesitated. “No, unfortunately not,” he told the younger man.

Shaw was in rough shape. Cuts and scrapes; his clothes torn. He’s probably broken something. More than likely concussed as well.

“Go get him? No, I think that ship has sailed. I can’t catch him now.” Shaw needed medical attention. A few plasters weren’t going to sort this. “We need to get you back to the village. Can you stand?”

The mayor wasn’t going to be happy that they hadn’t put an end to the bandits. Oh well.

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[Shaw Amaris]

"Ship? You mean speeder," Shaw responded, trying to insert a little humor. It fell flat and hard. Almost as flat and as hard as he had fallen moments ago. The teenager's left arm was beginning to swell, blood slowly trickling down the sleeve of his shirt. "I think... I think I broke my arm," he said, trying to move his left arm but only managing to make the pain worse.

That was sort of what he had done from the beginning of this adventure, wasn't it? Screw it up and make everything worse. Now the bandit leader had escaped and it was all his fault. The familiar knot of guilt settled in his stomach. A sensation he was sure he would have plenty of time to get reacquainted with once the physical pain he was experiencing subsided. Until then the pain in his arm and the throbbing in his head had his full attention.

"Stand?" he repeated, lifting his head off the tree trunk. "Yeah... yeah, I think so—aaaagghh!" he groaned as he pulled himself up with Krel's help and shuffled over to the speeder. Not long after that they were racing back toward the little village where they had first met, through the forest and across the stone bridge. This time the ride wasn't quite so thrilling for Shaw. He felt dizzy and like he might throw up at any moment. @DMCK

 

[Thel Xeros]

Thel noticed the blood drip down Shaw’s left wrist. Allowing Shaw to lean on him, he helped the younger man rise to his feet and then slowly make his way to the speeder.

The journey back didn’t take too long now that Thel was familiar with the path back. Fortunately, there was no ambush waiting for them on the way back.

Reaching the village, he stopped briefly, to ask a passerby if there was a hospital or medical facility in the village. No such luck. There was a small doctor’s office. “It will have to do.”

Arriving at the office, he parked the speeder outside. “Ok Shaw, we can get you some treatment now, at least.”

He remembered his days as a Sith Champion. If he had been injured, he wouldn’t have got much help, if any, from his fellow Sith. It was survival of the fittest. Weakness was exploited.

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[Shaw Amaris]

There was only one medical professional working at the village's small doctor's office. The sign outside the little building on the edge of town read as follows:

Helga Hathgard
Receptionist
Nurse
Doctor's Assistant
Doctor
Veterinarian
Hobby Horologist

Shaw looked up just in time to read the bottom of the sign and shrunk back. "Are—are you sure this is the right place?" he asked Thel before they shuffled awkwardly through the front door.

It was a one room office with desks pushed off to the side, an examination table in the center of the room directly under the light, and a bathroom partitioned off with a rolling curtain. Papers and bubbling vials and dismantled clock pieces were scattered across the desks.

Doctor Hathgard was a human of advanced years, with failing eyesight and a bad back that made her walk bent over. She shuffled across the room, cleaning her large glasses as she went. "Sentient, animal, or mechanism?" she asked without ever looking up at the visitors. She reached them and stuck her free hand out to feel Shaw's face. Her bony wingers wandered his nose and gave his cheek a good pinch. The teenager recoiled and looked up at Krel with a help me face.

"AH! Sentient! Put him on the table, dearie," she instructed Krel. @DMCK

 

[Thel Xeros]

Thel looked down at the sign. Was it necessary to mention their predilection for horology on the sign?

Shaw didn’t sound particularly convinced about the doctor’s office. “Perhaps they’re just multi-talented,” Thel replied, not sounding overly convinced by his own answer.

A single room. That’s what they were faced with. A single table in the middle of the room, beneath the lone light. The tables pushed to the side of the room, were decorated with an assortment of papers, mechanical parts and vials containing rather dubious looking liquids. Oh dear.

Doctor Hathgard was an elderly woman who, quite frankly, looked like she could do with a doctor’s appointment herself. Before he could reply to the older woman’s question, she thrust a hand out towards Shaw’s face and began to pinch and prod at it. When Shaw turned to look at Thel, he gave Shaw a what do you expect me to do sort of expression.

After Doctor Hathgard gave her instruction, he helped Shaw over to the table. “Well, at least she was able to work out that you’re not an animal or a droid.”

Hathgard came over to the table and, without warning, grasped onto Shaw’s left arm and began to vigorously check it. Thel winced, realising that she was only making the pain worse with her lack of caution.

“Definitely broken,” she stated, moving slowly to one of the tables at the side of the room. “That’s it? That’s your examination,” Thel said, somewhat aghast. He was equally surprised that she had so quickly identified the problem area. She paid no attention to him. “Your friend needs a splint and my personal concoction for pain relief.”

Looking at the table that Hathgard was working on, he saw a vial containing something that looked not dissimilar to pus. He glanced over at Shaw, hoping the younger man hadn’t noticed the vial.

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[Shaw Amaris]

Not an animal or droid? Thank the galaxy for small favors. Shaw laid down on the cold examination table, shrinking away from the bright light overhead that made it difficult to see anything clearly. It didn't help that Doctor Hathgard was poking and prodding his arm like he was an animal or droid. The teenager cried out in pain just to be reprimanded by his elder.

"Tut tut!" she scolded him as she wagged a bony, crooked finger at him. "Doctor knows best! You're all keyed up like a clock that's wound too tight!"

Clocks? What did clocks have to do with anything? Shaw laid his head back against the table and swallowed hard, trying to focus on anything other than the shooting pain in his arm and the pounding in his head. His fingers fiddled with the friendship bracelet around his right wrist as he tried to ignore the tune the doctor was humming as she worked. If he had been older he might have recognized the tune as Git Along Little Charhound.

"Wheeeeeee!" Doctor Hathgard spun away on her rolling chair, coming to a stop when she bumped into one of her many cluttered desks. It was several minutes until she rejoined Shaw, and she was pouring a murky substance down his throat. It poured out of the vial in lumps, that pus substance that Thel had spotted just one of its many mysterious and definitely unstudied ingredients.

Shaw coughed and spluttered, right hand gripping at his neck as his eyes bulged and his chest seized. "Better down than out!" Doctor Hathgard laughed. The teenager disagreed. There was nothing he felt more compelled to do at the moment than to throw up. "Now... about that splint...." She wandered off again, and it wasn't long until the front door opened.

The mayor stood in the doorway, his face pale. "You... you survived!" He had certainly arrived on the scene fast. @DMCK

 

[Thel Xeros]

Thel grimaced at the sight of the lumpy substance in the vial. He hoped, for Shaw’s sake, that the younger man wouldn’t have to drink it. Maybe it was an ointment?

No, he’s having to drink it.

Shaw looked like poison had just been poured down his throat. Maybe it is poison. Probably not.

He wasn’t so sure about Hathgard’s sentiments. “I think this situation might be an exception,” he muttered quietly. Hathgard quickly shuffled off to one of the tables to begin preparing the splint. “So, I take it you didn’t enjoy that remedy,” a slight hint of sarcasm in his voice.

Without warning the door slid open. Stood in the doorway was a familiar figure. The elderly mayor of the village.

“Yes, apparently so,” he sardonically replied to the mayor. The mayor seemed somewhat unsettled, but Thel didn’t think too much of it. “That’s good…very good,” he said, edging slowly into the room. “Unfortunately, we weren’t able to take care of all the bandits. Though we did cause damage to their camp. It might deter them from attacking again.”

The mayor still looked ill at ease. “Did you interrogate any of them? Find out more about them.”

“No, nothing. As I said, we weren’t entirely successful.”

(OOC: 4/20. Failed dice roll for perceiving that there is something suspicious about the mayor.)

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[Shaw Amaris]

Shaw couldn't bring himself to speak. The inside of his throat felt like it had been all gummed up with some kind of thick, gloopy ointment that he couldn't swallow no matter how hard he tried. Whatever it was could hardly be called liquid. It tasted like death. Worse than anything you might get in the drive thru of a twenty-four hour Taco Chime at three in the morning. So he just shook his head vigorously, hoping that maybe Krel could use the force to make it go down or something. That was how the force worked, right?

Doctor Hathgard was still across the room, rifling through cabinets and throwing things out onto the floor. "No... not that... not that either... hmmm sure I put it here somewhere..." was all the other two could pick up on as dog treats, a rubber duckie, and a forty year old issue of The Galaxy's Most Gorgeous Guys slid across the floor behind her. Shaw really wasn't sure if he was hallucinating at this point as the floor grew more cluttered. The doctor didn't even notice the mayor's arrival.

"Nothing, you say?" the mayor echoed Thel's words, as if he wanted to be sure of it. Then he nodded, scratching his long beard. He didn't seem bothered by the teenager lying across the examination table. If he was, he didn't let it show. "I see. I see." He cleared his throat and stood a little straighter. It didn't seem to increase his height any. The bandit camp was destroyed, and the bandits had scattered. "Well, more than I could have asked of you. More than I could have asked of you." He looked up at Thel, something hopeful in his eyes. "I suppose you will be heading out of town now?"

"AHA!" Doctor Hathgard exclaimed, rejoining the group with the femur bone of an animal in her hand. "Got just the thing!" It was obvious she meant to use the old bone for a splint.

Shaw look horrified and, regaining some of his voice, spluttered, "You're—you're not going to use that on me, are you?"

Doctor Hathgard didn't look amused. "It's that or this, young man!" She held up a can of plasto-cast. "I find that the old home remedies work best, but we'll let your father decide." She looked at Thel, shoving her long expired spectacles further up her nose. @DMCK

 

[Thel Xeros]

Thel raised an eyebrow at the Mayor echoing his words “Yes, nothing,” he stated, putting emphasis on the second word.

The older man then asked if Thel was going to be on his way. “Well, once Shaw is ok, I will probably move on.” There was something slightly unusual about the Mayor’s demeanour.

The slightly awkward atmosphere was interrupted by Hathgard. “Just the thing for what,” Thel asked, genuinely baffled. Oh, for the splint.

Fortunately, an alternative was offered. His father?

“I’m not his father. But, let’s go with the plasto-cast.”

Hathgard retreated back to one of her many tables, a look of disappointment on her face. She nearly tripped over a rather dubious looking magazine on the floor, as she shuffled back to the table.

Still hovering in the background, like a sort of bearded spectre, was the Mayor. “I’ll be off then, leave you to it.” He was out of the door almost as quickly as he said it.

“There was something strange about the way he was acting,” Thel whispered to Shaw.

(OOC: 16/20. Dice roll for Thel perceiving something suspicious about the Mayor.)

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[Shaw Amaris]

Shaw breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Krel tell Doctor Hathgard to go for the plasto-cast. Who knows what kinda diseases that old animal femur was carrying around with it? Shaw was still a city guy at heart. The thought of an animal's bone stuck to his arm for possibly weeks was a little too much for him.

"Strange?" Shaw echoed, not really sure what Krel meant by that. Between the pain in his arm, the pounding in his head, and trying to fend Doctor Hathgard off and field her wild ideas, Shaw hadn't picked up on anything strange about the mayor. Although, if he were being honest, he had hardly registered that the mayor was even there. Sweat poured down the teenager's forehead, and he let out a long breath through his mouth. He couldn't wait to get out of this doctor's office. If it could even be called that.

When Doctor Hathgard rejoined them, she was wearing a pair of light blue latex gloves. "Alright! Close your eyes, sweetie!" she warned the young padawan. "My aim isn't what it once was!" The elderly woman waved the spray-on cannister over Shaw's broken arm, coating the length of it in the quick drying gel.

Then, using her hands, she shaped it into a cast. When she was done it actually looked professional. Now that he could see a light at the end of the tunnel instead of staring into the blinding light overhead, Shaw thought maybe the old lady wasn't so bad. Just a bit eccentric.

"All done, dearies!" she clapped her hands together excitedly. She looked pointedly at Thel. "Expect my bill in 3-5 business days, young man." Then she retreated to the other side of the room and began tinkering with her clocks.

Shaw was grinning up at Thel. "Wanna sign it?" he asked, gesturing at the cast. He wanted Thel to be the first. Shaw owed him a lot. It would be a reminder of the bounty hunter once after they had parted ways. @DMCK

 

[Thel Xeros]

“Yes, strange,” Thel said again, in response to Shaw. “Just a gut feeling.”

They were interrupted by Hathgard, who was now ready to apply the plasto-cast. Thel took a slight step back when Hathgard mentioned her aim wasn’t as good as it once was. Just to be sure.

Fortunately, Hathgard did seem to know what she was doing. She efficiently formed a cast from the gel-like substance, without any difficulty. Almost as soon as she was done, she hit Thel with the bill. Wonderful.

He was unlikely to pay an invoice. Approaching the table the elderly woman was sitting at, he placed some credits on the table. Truthfully, it was most of what he had left on him. “Will that cover it?” There was a brief pause, as Hathgard checked the credits. “That’ll be fine, young man. Thank you.”

When he went back over to Shaw, the younger man indicated that he wanted Thel to sign the cast. “Fine, give me a second.” Spotting a pen on a table, he levitated it to his hand and then signed the cast. KREL. It wasn’t his real name, not that it mattered.

He offered to help Shaw up, before heading back outside. He waited for the door to slide shut before speaking. “I think I should address what happened at the camp. I’m not a Sith, though the red lightsaber probably gave you a different impression. I was a member of the Sith Order a long time ago, but not anymore.”

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[Shaw Amaris]

"Wicked," Shaw grinned as soon as Thel—or Krel as he knew him—finished signing his cast, staring down at the neat printed letters. Krel had way better handwriting than Shaw did. Now he needed to get some of his friends to sign it. Macote was the first person that came to mind. He couldn't wait to recount his latest adventure to the other padawan. It probably fell flat compared to some of Macote's adventures, but everybody had to start somewhere, right?

Outside of the doctor's office, Shaw took a deep breath. It felt good to breathe fresh air again, and he drank it up. There had been a weird smell to Doctor Hathgard's office that he didn't like. He just hoped it didn't overpower his Hatchet body spray. Shaw looked over at Krel and cleared his throat. "Hey man. Thanks for what you did back there. Stopping to help me in the forest. Paying for this." He tried to raise his cast but only managed to wince. "I owe you. As soon as I can get some credits I'll pay you back." He meant it too. It was just a matter of when.

It wasn't long until Krel had broken the silence that followed. "So wait." Shaw shook his head, trying to wrap his mind around what Krel had just told him. "So you were a Sith, but now you're not a Sith? Now you're a bounty hunter?" Talk about finding a new dream! Shaw didn't know that you could just leave the Sith like that. Or the Jedi for that matter. It seemed like a life long commitment they bound you to. Of course it had always been his intention to leave the order once his parents got resettled, but anymore he wasn't so sure. "So they let ya keep the lightsaber?"

The teenager's eyes lit up. Krel might regret sharing his secret as many questions as Shaw had. "And dude! Seriously what you did back there in the camp—that was insane! Your powers are next level! You went super saiyan on those bandits with that lightsaber... with that force push!" Or whatever it was that had sent the whole camp, including Shaw, spiraling backward. It was a display of force and lightsaber mastery that Shaw had yet to see. "Do you think you could show me a thing or two?" he asked eagerly. @DMCK