“Agreed,” Atton said, “I saw an open hallway down here,” Atton turned and headed the direction he had come. “Lets not split up again,” Mical said, “That’s our first mistake, because now not only do we have to find the Exile, but everyone else.” “Don’t worry about sensing anything, that’ll make you an easy target,” Atton said, “She’s in here somewhere, there are a good number of dead Sith in the place as well as live.” “This is ridicules,” Mical said, “I can’t sense anything in this place.” “I was just about to ask you the same thing kid,” Atton said with a shrug. “Atton, did you find the Exile?” Mical asked. Traya began to go to work, not knowing how much more time she had till the Exile would arrive, but all she had do was get them started and let the rest handle itself. Then they finally came into the same hallway, and faced each other. She just had to play the pawns just right. They would still argue and bicker, they will still forget everything for their emotions. They both had a grudge against one another, though one suppressed it more then the other.
The other, had an easy unlockable dark side, perhaps it was weaker now then before, but she could still find a way to make him snap if she wanted. The fear of loosing the Exile again, to something dark is what he feared most. She studied and dug through his mind to find his use, to find what would make him click. He had, though, come to Traya many times for training and knowledge. Although one would be more difficult, because he had been reading holocrons and keeping the Jedi code at heart for most of his life. No one to stop them from arguing again, no one to remind them of the Jedi code, not that it seemed they followed it very well in the first place. The two were still surprisingly able to hold their own alone. Traya had found herself stepping in and training a few. They were trained in a matter of a few short months by an exiled Jedi who was training several at once and still learning many things herself.
It ran very deep, and such feelings shouldn’t be in Jedi, but these men where not really Jedi in Traya’s eyes. The smile on her face grew, sensing their deep concern for the Exile. She watched as they separately made their way down the hallways, fighting what Sith the Exile had not killed on her path into Academy. Watching as two in particular separately made their way to the Academy. Little did they know that Traya was fully aware of their desperate search, watching each silently. They had split up, the crew of the Ebon Hawk, in search of the Exile on Malchor V.
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