The voice of a mother

[Captain Kara]

Sara walked down the street count her credits.

Today was a good day, a very good day.

Sara had made 3.5 Million today off several jobs. She walked to a bank terminal and slipped in the credit chips tranfering her credits to her account. She walked toward a bar then turned around.

No...the bar doesn't sound to good right noe.

She walked away toward a building walking past the front desk and going to the rooftop. She smiled and leaned against one of the numerous pieces of equipment on top of the buidling. She could clearly see the Jedi Temple.

That place is cursed...

 

[Damien Nightblade]

"Not really..thats just a roumer. Im the only thing lurking around at night"

*He moved up behind her like a ghost. Even his presence being masked. Not from her directly, he was just simply in a mood where he didnt wish to be discovered. Jedi werent very well liked in the galaxy at the moment*

 

[Captain Kara]

She turned slightly startled.

What may I say is the pleasure, Jedi Master Darksword?

She smirked then chuckled

 

[Damien Nightblade]

"I thought you might be stranded."

*He said slyly. *

 

[Captain Kara]

She rolled her eyes.

Stranded...no I think not. I just made 3.5 million credits today. So, how is what's-her-face...Quigley....wait no Kagula....Hmm...oh yes it was Khaluq...how is she doing? As we are on the subject how are you doing?

 

[Damien Nightblade]

"Its been a while since ive seen her. I just dragged myself off of Korriban. Shes been in intensive care. I havent seen her since i went into surgery and got this"

*He wiggled the fingers on his right arm and mechanics and innerworkings buzzed lightly within a gloved hand*

 

[Matt]

*Oh....What a shame...Such a shame it really was...The buzzing world of corscant...crippled by the republic and jedi....This world was the very centre of the galaxy...The jewel that every single man, women child in the entire galaxy knew off...and yet here it was...Crippled...The republic meant nothing to th epeople who lived in poverty...They were different fomr the normal people in the galaxy who struggled with lak of food and money everyday...In that they weren't weak refugees from a war...Just because you have had to leavr your home did not mean you should ask for hand outs....Try again and work harder...but these people here...The peasants of corscant were hard working people...who the republic spat at with there arrogence.....*

*Ryan was here for many reasons...One was for recon on the planet...See if anything drastic had happened to the republic with the recent conquests of Lord Udun and his apprentice....the most obvious change was the atitude of the people...No longerr were they vibrant and happy but it seemed like they had a shadow over there heads....Ah well....Ryan walked along one of the rooftops above the finnacial district....Kepeing his presence hidden....Afetr all this was a jedi world...mostly...He looked down at the various people and saw two people takling...Of no real interest but the amount of money in her account was interesting...He strained his eyes to look properly....It looked like she had millions of dollers...Rich schuta he thought....And even more to his surprise...Her friend..with her...Did he just see the glare of something around his waist*

 

[Captain Kara]

That was one of things she hated about being a Jedi or a Sith, the possibility of missing limbs. She shuddered at the thought.

Oh..the loss of a limb...that is too bad.

She felt as if it was somehow her fault though there was no way it was.

 

[Damien Nightblade]

"I dont miss it...besides, it only enables me to push myself harder, do things that i couldnt do before because of human limitations...though im sure your not concerned wiht any of that"

 

[Captain Kara]

She gazed at him.

What do you mean by that?

 

[Damien Nightblade]

"I mean that my physical abilities dont interest you. or i would assume not"

 

[Captain Kara]

She walked over to him leaned in next to his ear wrapping her arm around his wasit. Her hand lowering down his back.

That all depends on what you had in mind, Master Darksword?

She nibbled on his earlobe.

 

[Damien Nightblade]

*Gloved hand reached behind him to grasp her human ones. His mechanical grip slowly closed around hers as he placed her hands back at her side and took a silent step back spekaing softly*

"Im with Khal now"

 

[Captain Kara]

She smirks then licks her lips.

Oh...she is probably wondering where her boy toy is.

She smiles then bites her bottom lip.

 

[Damien Nightblade]

"Given her condition..i, couldnt say what she's wondering"

 

[Captain Kara]

She laughs.

That is true.

 

[Damien Nightblade]

"Though not worth laughing over."

 

[Captain Kara]

She shrugs her shoulders.

Eh...I guess so.

She smiles.

She is very lucky though she has snatched up one of the best looking Jedi Masters.

 

[Damien Nightblade]

"If im one of the best looking than you probobly havent seen the rest of the Order."

*He laughed as he shifted his weight*

 

[Captain Kara]

She noticed his wait shifting.

Am I making you nervous, Trillan?