"Clang, Clank," two swords came up just in time to block the blade of another much larger sword.  The two smaller sword easily deflected the blade of the larger sword away from them.  The owner of the smaller blades grinned, her white teeth clashing with her red skin.  She easily moved to the left missing another swing, and spun around to block the larger blade again.

"Come on Rogue, you're dragging your left leg again!" Namyr said dodging to the side again, 'I mean come on my grandma's faster then you, and she's about 15 years into the grave!" she chuckled and back peddled a few feet to miss another hefty swing.  It has always amazed her how much stronger Rogue was compared to herself.  Luckily, she had more speed on her side which made the two of them perfect sword sparring partners.

"Easy for you Nams, you grew up on this type of stuff, I'm outta shape," Rogueboy complained as the red Twi'lek blocked his sword again with her own twin Twi'lek Dancing Blades.

"Excuses, excuses, come on Rogue I thought you had at least a little manliness in you," she chuckled and dove to the side again as Rogueboy's blade came down, "Hey watch the Lekku," she scowled trying to look angry.

"So it is true, harm the Twi'lek but watch the Lekku," Rogueboy grinned as him and Namyr circled around each other, 'You know, Twi'lek have the strangest quirks," he added scratching the back of his head with the hilt of his sword.

"Hey, listen, if you're not going to be serious about our sparring today, then I can go back to studying," Namyr replied relaxing a little, 'Shoot," she managed to shout out surprised as Rogueboy's sword came down.  She managed to block the blade inches from her face.  A little trickle of sweat moved down her forehead as she stared up at Rogueboy's blade, then she looked past his blade to look at his face.  She frowned even more, her temper rising as she glazed at his cocky smile.  Rogueboy pushed more of his weight down on his blade, and Namyr's arms began shaking from the force.

"Give up?" Rogueboy asked his smile extending to the rest of his face and Namyr's stomach did a flip flop.  Darkly she shook her head and smirked and waited for Rogueboy's to put a little more weight on his blade before Namyr suddenly dropped to her feet and swept Rogueboy's legs from under him, using his unbalance from leaning his weight against her against him.  She stood over Rogueboy and grinned before speaking.

"Alright Rogue, what did you forget?" she asked him raising an eyebrow leaning on the hilt of his sword that had buried itself in the ground when she had moved.

Rogueboy face turned into a scowl but a smirk remained on his lips, "That red Twi'leks are poodoo?" he asked giving Namyr his most award winning smile.

Namyr blinked a few times before sighing, looking to the heavens for help from the gods, "The key to everything in blade fighting.  If you get off balance you're basically dead," she told him holding out a hand and helping Rogueboy up.  Hands still holding onto one another's Namyr and Rogueboy looked into each other's eyes.  A wide smirk traced Rogueboy's mouth as his thumb rubbed against the spot between Namyr's thumb and pointer finger.  Namyr's face was emotionless as she stared into Rogueboy's light green eyes.  But her mind going through hundred's of thoughts a minute, how she wanted to let everything go and stand there with Rogueboy forever, or give in a completely trust him like a fool.  Instead her cheeks grew hot and dark red as she looked away and pulled her hand away and busied herself with gathering up the swords. 

"So are we still on for that drink tonight?" Rogueboy asked casually as Namyr handed him his sword.

Namyr smirked and looked up at Rogueboy, "Have I ever missed a meeting in our old watering hole?" she asked sounding amused, "Besides if I didn't go what would I do instead?  Say home and watch the Female Channel, 'shows for every species of females all the time,"  Namyr said quoting the Female Channel's tagline with a roll of her eyes.


"Hey I happen to enjoy the movies of female empowerment over everyday obstacles,"  Rogue said trying to look insulted but instead his face broke out into a huge grin, 'Okay I lie, but I'm sure there are good movies on there."

"Right for the stay at home housewives, empowering them to beat their husbands for having the Y chromosome when they come home from work," Namyr added and her and Rogueboy both chuckled.

"Alright, meet you at the regular spoke in an hour, alright?" Rogueboy asked and Namyr nodded before she turned to leave the training room.  "Hey don't be late like the last time, I don't want to be mugged by that Wookiee again!"  Rogue called after Namyr.

"Hey you liked her, besides who doesn't want the affection of a Wookiee stripper?" Namyr called back.

"Why can't I get a regular stripper?  The fur defeats the purpose of a Wookiee Stripper," Rogue argued, this time it was his turn to look at the heavens for help.

"Hey, I won't be late, I promise," Namyr chuckled and left the training room.  She blinked a few times as she tasted a spicy flavour on her tongue then realized Rogueboy was watching her go, she rolled her eyes again, "Eyes to yourself cowboy," she said simply to remind him that she knew he was staring at her.

"Damn how does she know when I'm looking!" Rogueboy said to no one really and took one last glance at Namyr's retreating figure and smiled.

Namyr shook her head and grabbed a towel and cleaned the sweat off her forehead.  She was out of shape, it had been a while since she had practiced with her blades and she could tell she was slower then she use to be, and she didn't like it one bit. She supposed it was because there was no other Twi'leks to spar with, and her team mates weren't up to her skill level.  What she really needed was to go home for a while and brush up on blade fighting again.  But that was ridiculous, she couldn't take that much leave, not with having a new mission with the squad about every week and a half.

Throwing on a sweatshirt, Namyr walked out of the Home base of the Raiders and hopped onto her swoop bike and took off.  Namyr wasn't one for illogical risks, but once she got onto a swoop bike she felt an instant rush and took the poor second hand vehicle up to top speeds through the crowded air space to her apartment.  The swoop bike whined in protest, then seemed to groan in relief as Namyr landed it on the street curb beside her apartment.  She swung off her swoop bike and unlocked the door to her tiny, two bedroom apartment.  Closing the door she hummed happily as she threw her workout bag beside the door.  Namyr kicked off her shoes and wiggled her toes happily, wondering if there was a better feeling of bare feet against carpet? 

Namyr looked at her watch and sighed, she'd better hurry, or she'd be late, and she had promised Rogueboy.  At the thought of her loud and sometime obnoxious team-mate made Namyr chuckle and laugh a little, perhaps she would make him wait a little, all in good fun of course.  Namyr made her way to the bathroom, stripping as she went, and let out a sigh as she turned on the water to her shower and stepped inside.  A few minutes later, clean Namyr reached out for a towel and wrapped it abound herself as she stepped out of the shower, only to leap back in surprise as a blade swiped at her midsection.  She then ducked in time to miss another blade for her neck.

"Wow, these are neat, no wonder you prefer them over blasters," a sweet voice chimed in, and Namyr blinked furiously at the two people in her bathroom, holding her blades, and grinning at her.  For a moment Namyr was confused as she saw two identical yellow, Twi'leks with light orange eyes.

"Yeah no kidding, these things make much more of a mess," the other twin said grinning like her sister, "And Sis, you've gotten slow."

"Jeanie, Beatrice?  What re you doing here?' Namyr asked composing herself and tightening the towel around her and looking at her sister with wary eyes.  Both of them were about a year younger then Namyr, they had run off when Namyr was thirteen and become Bounty Hunters, so Namyr could only guess they were in trouble or were there to kill her.

"What can't we visit our older sis without questions?" Beatrice asked still grinning as she handed Namyr her blades as Namyr held out her hand to take them from the twins.

"Seriously, we've grown up a lot since we last met," Jeanie asked looking at Namyr's taller frame as their older sister passed them on her way to the bedroom.

"What do you two want anyway?  I'm going out and I don't have time for this," Namyr said her voice dry as she picked out a simple outfit of a black tank top and black pants and put them on.

"Aww, come on sis all we want is to report something to yah ," Beatrice said pouting pulling out a piece of paper.

"Yeah some news from back home, pops sent us to find you and tell you something," Jeanie added, watching Namyr as the older Twi'lek tied up her boots.

"Fine what does he want now?" Namyr asked not really caring but if it got her sister's out of the way, then so be it.

"Right, pops says mums dying and he wants you to come home and carry her casket.  She doesn't have that long to live and they want to make peace with you," Beatrice said and handed the letter to Namyr, "That's the jest of it anyway."

"What?" Namyr asked clutching the letter in her hand and her face paled.

"Sis, I've never seen him grieve so much, he really wants to make things right, I mean you look so much like mum, I think it would break his heart if you ignored him," Jeanie said quietly.

"What, oh, I-I guess I should go, right away, it's the right thing to do.  Good thing Darr gave me the week off," Namyr murmured to herself pulling out a bag from under her bed and began throwing the essentials into the bag, "Hey," Namyr said turning to ask her sisters something only to find that they had disappear, she frowned and shrugged before going back to packing.
 
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"Rogue, just so you know if we die, I hate you."

LCPL Namyr

Rogueboy sat crouched at the bar, hanging over his drink. On the outside he just looked unwelcoming and only interested in his drink. But in reality he was seething, Namyr was over an hour late, Something she rarely did unless she was trying to get on his nerves. And sadly, her tardiness was getting on his nerves. Didn't she know from the last time she was late how worried he had been? He had practically broken down her door, only to have her show up in the last minute to ask him what he was doing to her door. She had scowled at him and lectured him about how she could take care of himself, or from what he could remember, because at the time she was wearing a thin tank top and a pair of baggy sleeping pants and it had been difficult to stay mad at her or even pay attention. Rogueboy grinned into his drink, knowing that picture would stay in his memory until the day he died.

Rogueboy then scowled checking his watch, then tapping it to make sure it was still working. It was, and Namyr still wasn't at the bar, and that whole thought made him feel antsy. "Calm down Rogue, I sure she fell asleep in the bathtub, or fell asleep at some other girlie task," he murmured to himself but his voice was so dark he couldn't fool himself. He could feel it, maybe he had caught some of Namyr's ability to judge a situtation or however she did it, and could just feel something was wrong. Rogueboy stiffened a little as he imagined that something bad had happened to Namyr, no that couldn't be right. "But maybe," a small voice said inside his head and Rogueboy quickly spun around in his chair only to find himself facing two pairs of female Twi'lek chests. Instantly, his mind went blank, "Namyr who? his mind thought feebly as he managed to look up at the two smiling faces of the twin Twi'leks.




Namyr, opened her eyes as a bright light shinned in her eyes. But she could tell by the bluish hue that it wasn't natural sunlight, it was the light to luminate the many caves and caverns of the Twi'lek cities. Namyr let out a muffled yawn as she picked up her bag and made her way out of the ship. She hopped down onto the ground and looked around, letting out a sigh and shaking her head. Nothing had really changed, and she didn't expect it to either, that would have been too much to ask for. But Namyr held her head up high as she walked into the crowded street, ignoring the looks she was getting from the color of her skin. She did manage a small smile as she felt her dancing blades clanking against her thigh, and that gave her some comfort.




"Geez these heels are killing me, how could Namyr ever stand them?" Beatrice asked tugging on one of the straps of her shoes.

"Beats me, she only wore them around him, and only cause he made her," Jeanie shrugged as they walked down the street towards a nearby tavern, 'Here's then place," she added opening the door and looking around.

"Not really much to this place," Beatrice murmured glaring at a few of the older men that were staring at them.

"No kidding, you'd think our sister would have a little more taste. There's no decent music, no dancing, no crowds of hot guys to fawn over us. If it wasn't for us trying to find that guy, this evening would be a bust."

"I agree completely, let's get back to the task at hand," Beatrice said looking around and her eyes focused on the bar, "Well I can only figure that the guy that seems around Namyr's age is Rogueboy."

"No doubt. You have the note?" Jeanie asked grinning.

"Of course, seduction is sweeter with a slightly broken heart," Beatrice added and they both, step in step, walked over to Rogueboy and came up to him right as he turned around in his seat. Both Twi'lek's chuckled and both of them moved as one as one finger from each of their hands brought Rogueboy's eyes up to their faces.

"Hello," Beatrice said huskily fluttering her eyelashes.

"Ignore my sister she's a silly thing," Jeanie chuckled and glanced at Beatrice who pouted prettily, "We're looking for a guy named Rogueboy, and we thought perhaps you were him."

"I-I am," Rogueboy managed to croak.

"Good, we have a letter from our sister, yes Namyr is our sister," Jeanie said smirking at Beatrice, "We came for a visit and the poor dear shoved the note in our hand a took off. Odd behavior, she kept murmuring about hows she couldn't stand it anymore," Jeanie said opening the note and began reading it, "Rogueboy, can't stand the corps anymore. I have one final mission then I'm getting out. I don't want to see you again, everytime I see you it breaks me again and again. So farewell, Namyr."

"What?" Rogueboy asked his eyes growing large.

"Sorry to break it to you Rogueboy, but Namyr isn't the type of girl to stick around if she doesn't want to, particularly when there's nothing around to keep her in place. Believe us we know, we grew up with her," Beatrice said her face sobering.

"She's just gone? Just like that? But, but, I," Rogueboy said her face flickering from pain, to rage, to sadness again and again.

"That's Namyr dear, she a cold rancor like that," Jeanie said and sighed, "Bartender can we get a couple of drinks here?"

"Now now Rogueboy, she might come back," Beatrice said helping Rogueboy back to his seat and putting a glass full of strong ale in his hand.

"Do you think she might?" Rogueboy asked gulping down the drink to get rid of the hole in his chest.

"Maybe who knows," Jeanie shrugged patting Rogue's shoulder.

"Don't worry, we're not like her, we'll take care of you," Beatrice cooed softly.
 
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"Rogue, just so you know if we die, I hate you."

LCPL Namyr

If the sun was a person, it would be Rogueboy's greatest nemesis. He let out a painful groan as he opened an eye only to have the sunlight pierce right through to his brain and cause his head to spin and pound. Rogueboy shut his eye tight and rolled over onto his stomach, burying his head in his pillow his thoughts came to him groggily. He had been drinking last night, he remembered that, the usual with Namyr. Namyr, at the thought of her name he felt strangely sad. Rogueboy shook his head, knowing from the hundreds of times in the past they had been drinking Namyr probably stayed the night on Rogueboy's couch and would be in any minute wearing one of his shirts and probably forcefully roll him out of his bed. Then she would curse him under her breath, though a smile would occasionally cross her lips as she would salvage together whatever was in Rogueboy's fridge and make breakfast. Strangely, Rogueboy had started buying breakfast items so she would have normal ingredients to cook with. Rogueboy smirked and waited a few minutes, expecting to hear his door opening and the muffled footsteps of Namyr.

Then Rogueboy's stomach rolled as the night before began to come back to him. He jumped out of bed and rushed to the bathroom and heaved up what was left in his stomach. He retched for several minutes before he rested his forehead on the cool toilet seat collecting his thoughts. Namyr was gone, she had left him, just like that, she hadn't even had the decency to say goodbye to her face. He had thought they had been at least good friends, but Rogueboy guessed that he had been wrong. He couldn't help but chuckle, another Raider bites the dust. Rogueboy let out another groan, he figured that, which twin had it been? Had already left, other then Namyr Rogueboy found that most women that came home with him didn't stay to long after the act. Which was alright to Rogueboy, he hated pillow talk.

A sudden clank in the kitchen caused Rogueboy to jump. Shakily he got to his feet and grabbed a nearby blaster and made his way to the kitchen. Placing himself outside the kitchen door, Rogueboy took a deep breath and spun around the doorway aiming his blaster at the figure at the stove. Namyr? No, that wasn't right, this girl was the wrong color, though her body was similar to Namyr's as well as her facial features. For a moment Rogueboy stared at Jeanie's neck, remember in a far off memory how the sun would play against Namyr's skin, showing off the curve of her neck. Jeanie's neck was nice, but Namyr's had more curve, a better shape, and Rogueboy was parcel to the color red.

"Do you always threaten the women you sleep with a blaster the next morning?" Jeanie spoke and grinned.

"Erm no," Rogueboy said looking sheepish and scratching the back of his head with the handle of the blaster, "I thought you had left and didn't really expect you to be in here making breakfast."

"I could leave," Jeanie said raising her eyebrows in amusement as she flipped an egg.

"No I didn't say that, I just meant I was surprised," Rogueboy said sitting down and tapping his fingers against the table. Why in the world did he feel so antsy? Usually a night with a woman and booze relaxed him for a week. Rogueboy put a hand on his knee to keep it from shaking. Looking up at Jeanie's face, he shook his head as he began to point out the simulates between her and Namyr. Jeanie smiled at him as she set down a plate of pancakes and eggs. "Um thanks."

"No problem, I know how it is to be abandoned by Namyr, my whole family does, she's not very reliable," Jeanie said with a shrug, "I mean I guess I can't blame her, but even so, it's still hurts you know?" Rule one of being a good Bounty Hunter, getting to know a person, then making them feel connected to you, then they begin to trust you, and then that's their ultimate downfall.

Rogueboy grunted and started eating, he didn't want to talk about Namyr as far as he was concerned she was in the past, he still felt the hurt but he knew from past experiences this was only temporary.

"Yeah I figure you don't want to talk about it," Jeanie said with a sigh getting up from her seat and heading for the door.




Namyr slowly walked up to the small house, with the small yard, and let out a small sigh. All her childhood memories, the good, the bad, and the ugly came back to her. A tear crept down her face, but she quickly wiped it away. She couldn't get distracted now, all she needed to do was go in, see what her father wanted to say, then leave. She'd be back in time for happy hour, which was good she really needed a drink.

Licking her dry lips, Namyr walked up the sidewalk up to the orange door, realizing her fondness for the color probably developed from this door. Letting out another sigh, Namyr knocked on the door, only for the door to slowly open slightly. Namyr frowned and pushed the door open with one of her blades. At the ready Namyr slowly walked into the house, her blades reflecting against the pale light of the hallway. Moving forward Namyr came to the living room and saw a figure in the old, dusty arm chair.

"Papa?" Namyr said squinting her eyes slightly.

"Namyr? Princess is that you?" the tall, skinny, orange Twi'lek said getting up from his chair.

"Yeah," was all Namyr said and she relaxed a little as she walked towards her father.

"Oh Namyr I never thought you'd come, if I did I wouldn't have agreed to do this," her father said his face racked with pain.

"What?" Namyr asked before she was knocked in the back of her head. She dropped down to one knee trying to keep conscience.

"The money, we owe so much money and this was the only way or your mother would die," her father pleaded, "They promised me that they would take good care of you, not hurt you, sell you to a nice master."

"No!" Namyr managed to scream out and tried to jump forward to fight her father, but instead received another blow to the head and this time she fell to the floor. Her body shook for a moment at the thought of the fate that awaited her and for a brief moment she thought about Rogueboy, she relaxed a little, if she went missing he would come and find her, she knew it.

'Here's the money," one of the slavers said pushing a stack of credits into Namyr's father's hands. The other slaver easily lifted Namyr onto his shoulder and the two of them walked out of the door.
 
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"Rogue, just so you know if we die, I hate you."

SGT Namyr

From the depths of being drunk for the last week Rogueboy had managed to pull himself together and put on his uniform for Namyr funeral. His hands shook from the lack of alcohol in his system as he fastened his ribbons to his uniform. He gritted his teeth as he remembered how Namyr was always envious of his metals. Rogueboy wished she would have stayed alive to earn some. Rogueboy looked at the door as the doorbell rang. Briefly he wondered what had happened to Beatrice and Jeanie, he hadn't seen them in the past week since the news of Namyr. Rogueboy figured that they had gone someplace to mourn, though he felt slightly hurt that they had taken off like that, he could have needed a couple drinking companions.

'Rogue, you almost ready?" Leon voice was heard through the front door. Rogueboy went over to the door and opened it. He looked at the pale, tired face of Leon. Rogueboy instantly thought that Leon looked like crap, but remembered that he probably didn't look any better.

"Hey," Rogueboy managed to croak, realizing that he was thirsty.

"Hey, ready to go and get this over with?" Leon said his voice cracking slightly.

"Yeah, I just need a drink of water," Rogueboy rasped walking over to the sink. He didn't realize how much Namyr's death would affect the other people on the squad. Leon still hadn't regained his memory and to him Namyr was a motherly figure to him. And Rogueboy knew that Darr sometimes relied on Namyr's people skills to keep the Raiders in line when he wasn't around and also if they were dealing with situations that required a translator. Namyr was a Raider to the core that's how Rogueboy could describe her. She was like their mother, sister, doctor, leader, and to Rogueboy a best friend. Life would be rough for a while, but he would heal just like everyone else in the squad. They had been through the drill before, but that still didn't make the situation any easier. Rogueboy filled up a cup of water and downed it, wiping his mouth with his hand Rogueboy turned back to Leon and nodded and they headed out to the cab that was waiting.


Much to the irony of going to a funeral, when Rogueboy and Leon got to the cemetery it was sunny, bright, and only a few puffy clouds dotted the sky. Rogueboy managed a small smile, these were the days when Namyr would go off on her own. Once Rogueboy had asked her what she did on days like this and she told him she liked watching people. She didn't explain what she meant by this and Rogueboy didn't push it. That's what he guessed made them such good friends. They didn't pressure each other to explain one another, or to tell their pasts until they were ready to do so. Even so without knowing a lot of Namyr's past, and her not knowing much about Rogueboy's either, they had grown close. And for a while Rogueboy hadn't thought what he'd do without her. Who would be at his back during a bar fight, then nurse his wounds in that motherly way afterwards? Who would drag him home after one too many shots? Who would make sure that Rogueboy wouldn't get rusty with the sword? Damnit, whose body would he look at now when he was bored in meetings?!

The entire Raider's squad was silent as they lined up along the path to the grave site. Since Namyr's sister's had disappeared it had been up to Darr to put together the funeral. It had been decided by the people closes to her on the squad, Darr, Leon, and Rogueboy, to just have a simple military funeral. As the small casket was carried down the line by the pallbearers, none of the Raiders had the heart to carry it themselves, Rogueboy could only stare at the casket as it passed him. He hadn't told Darr about Namyr's note and now he wouldn't for the main reason that he didn't feel right tarnishing her name by letting it known. Rogueboy continued to stare at the casket. He knew there was nothing left of Namyr in there, it was merely a place holder for people to mourn at. From in ranks, Leon looked straight ahead, though the occasional tear flowed down his cheek. There was a brief sermon by the Twi'lek priest they had gotten at the last minute to speak. How ironic was it that after all Namyr's people had done to her she still had pride in the Twi'lek people. Here and there Rogueboy managed to pick up some of the sermon from what Namyr had taught him of Twi'leki. Rogueboy felt his cheeks flush, this priest knew nothing about Namyr, who she was, what she had done, all he was doing was reading from a book. He didn't care about the woman who was being put to rest, in the end he'd get paid and think nothing of it. Rogueboy felt his temper boil over, but he held rank for the sake of not causing a scene.

Soon the funeral was over, Rogueboy stood back as people went to pay their respect to the tombstone. Leon was led away by Darr and Rogueboy almost felt sorry for the guy, if hadn't been hurting so much himself. When most of the people had left the grave site, Rogueboy headed over to the grave and put a single orange Tiger Lily on top of the grave. He stared at the grave for a few minutes before one tear after another rolled down his cheeks, next thing Rogueboy knew he was sobbing into his sleeve.

"Namyr it was never suppose to be you, I was suppose to go before you," Rogueboy sobbed, having trouble explaining himself, the fact that he had hoped that he would die before he saw another Raider passing in his lifetime. Rogueboy dropped to one knee and continued to sob.

"How sad, how he misses our sister," The voice of Jeanie spoke behind Rogueboy and slight edge or myth twinkled in her voice.

"Yes indeed, too bad he doesn't know the truth of her demise," Beatrice replied. Rogueboy got to his feet and spun around. Both of the twins were standing there with smirks on their face. They were dressed in bounty hunter gear, armor, guns, they held their helmets under one arm as they grinned at Rogueboy.

"Where have you two been? And what are you talking about?" Rogueboy asked an odd sick feeling spreading into his stomach as the twin's grins grew wider.

"We've been working, we're bounty hunters you know," Jeanie said stepping towards Rogueboy and running a hand down his cheek.

"How else would you explain how our sister was lured back to Ryloth, only to be killed to repay our parent's depts," Beatrice added walking behind Rogueboy.

"But her note.." Rogueboy choked as his hand tried to reach for his blaster only to remember to have on in dress blues was out of ranks.

"We made that, it was so easy to get you to believe she left because she couldn't stand you. Funny how a little lie about our father being sick caused her to get up a leave in a hurry. She was always naive like that thinking that someone could change and she'd always give them a second chance. Some people said it was one of her best qualities," Jeanie said.

"Too bad, but still she's dead anyway, what are you going to do?" Beatrice shrugged ducking out of the way in time to miss Rogueboy trying to punch her.

'You, she was your sister and you sold her out like that!" Rogueboy stuttered, "Oomp," went Rogueboy's lungs as Jeanie punched him in the gut. Rogueboy dropped to the ground unable to move from the pain.

"We're bounty hunters it's what we do, we could care less if it's our sister. We only care about being paid, oh yeah and messing with the head of little human men. Poor you all depressed about your past as a slave, no wonder you and Namyr got along so well," Jeanie spat.

"We didn't like Namyr anyway, or you for that matter, you were just something to pass the time, no matter how boring it was," Beatrice added before the twins giggled and bounded off to their speeder and took off.

Rogueboy laid on the ground for the longest time unable to move. Finally he managed to get to his feet. Namyr hadn't left because of him, she had intended to come back after being tricked to go back to Ryloth. More tears began to fall out of Rogueboy's eyes, after all this time he had thought Namyr had betrayed him it hadn't been her fault. Now all he wished was that she was still alive, but she wasn't. rogueboy's chin jutted out slightly as he vowed to hunt down the twins and whoever had put a bounty on Namyr's head.



Yellow feverish eyes, Namyr looked down at the door waiting. She had been imprisoned for six months after her capture. Though she had been to several slave markets everytime a few punches and riots later she was back in her cell. But four months ago luck had been on her side when she had obtained a small file used to shape jewelry during one of the riots. Ever since then she had been filing away the same link everyday and night when the guards were away. The night before Namyr had cut through the link, then spent the better part of the night pulling against the chains until they were stretched enough to separate them. Now the two long chains hanging from her wrists were weapons and her plan could go to work.

She was thin, a skeleton of the curvy woman she use to be, but she still hadn't lost the will to survive and fight. So there she was crouched for the last four hours, wedged up against the ceiling and the wall over the door waiting for the guard to pass. Her legs ached and her toes were bruised and bloodied from the climb and holding her up there for so long. Then she grinned insanely as she heard the footsteps of the guards, then the screams she had escaped. Just as she had planned the guards rushed into the cell looking for her. Right as they started looking around Namyr dropped to the floor. Instantly the chains on her wrists began whirling around and striking down the guards with quick flicks to their heads with the heavy chains. Once she had laid out the guards Namyr walked out of her cell, whistling as the key ring spun around her finger. It had been too easy, far too easy for her liking, but none the less Namyr began going down the hall unlocking the cells of the slaves around her. Some of them were too weak and had to be helped as they walked. But the stronger slaves Namyr handed them the primative spears and swords the guards had on their persons. Cell by cell the slaves were freed, guards were killed and more weapons given out to those who could fight. As the slaves walked out into the courtyard of the slave quarters Namyr looked around at the slaves around her. She did a quick count in her head and suddenly realized she would have enough people for a decent sized army, to rebel against the Ryloth government. Namyr looked back at the slave quarters which had at one time been a prison, they were actually pretty protected in this building.

"I'm guessing you were a solider at one time," A raspy voice said to Namyr. Namyr looked over at a middle aged Twi'lek with deep wrinkles around his mouth and eyes.

"I was, probably not anymore," Namyr said her eyes narrowing slightly. She just realized that she had been AWOL for almost six months, she wasn't sure if she could go back to being a Stormtrooper. She was pretty sure that she had nowhere to go and nothing to lose now.

"I could see how you were looking around this place, you know we have enough for an army, we have a barracks that'll protect us, enough food to last us a while. Not to mention I recall rumours that there are tunnels underneath this place that come up all over the city. I bet we could have a nice little rebellion here, hopefully get the government to stop slavery, or at least better conditions, we of course have to start a little at a time," the guy said.

"Any chance there's a reason why you're telling me this?" Namyr asked crossing her arms as she watched the Twi'leks around them listen to the conversation a slight ray of hope shining in their eyes. No slavery meant these people wouldn't have to worry anymore, they could find their lost love ones, and get the government to change their ways.

"My name's Titan," the man spoke, "I think if these Twi'leks are willing we have an army, and if you're willing we have a general, and of course I'm willing to plan the attacks," Titan said and many of the former slaves nodded willing to fight because of what was done to them.

"Namyr, let's get these gates up and gives some food out, we're going to have to strength ourselves if we're going to go to battle," Namyr said shaking Titans hand in agreement.


Rogueboy hungover, his hair uncombed, and it looked like he hadn't showered in a few days sat in during a meeting for their next mission. The last two missions Darr hadn't let him go along because of how tired and edgy he was in the months after Namyr's funeral. Rogueboy had been angry at first until he had started drinking and then started researching where the twins possibly could be and who had organized her death. For weeks he had been spiralling down drinking and almost obsessed with his search. Finally Darr had been forced to throw Rogueboy in the brig to sober him up, even now Rogueboy's hands shook. But he was sober despite the week growth on his chin. They were going to Ryloth to stop a slave rebellion, or at least help with negotiations with the Leader and General of the Slaves. Rogueboy glanced at the picture of a middle aged Twi'lek that was the leader. Then a cloaked figure with a cloth used as a mask around his face. It was a fairly easy mission, though Rogueboy felt a certain amount of disgust with helping out with a government who supported slavery. No matter he couldn't let his beliefs get in the way of the mission. All he hoped was that he'd be able to fight something, he was itching to get back into action again.



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"Rogue, just so you know if we die, I hate you."

SGT Namyr

"They've called in Vast Empire Soldiers," Titan mused as him and Namyr watched as the soldiers get off the freighter. Namyr was silent behind the mask for a moment, "Recognize any of them?" Titan asked her as she peered closer by leaning slightly out the window.

"No, it's too far away for me to read the insignia on their shoulders," Namyr said and slumped back behind the window. She adjusted the piece of cloth over her mouth before turning around, her Pancho-like cloak swirling around her a little, obviously the government is shaken by the numbers we've gotten to support us. what scares them even more is we don't attack unless they do first, so they can't call us terrorists. If I know Imperial troopers, they've been ordered to side with whoever doesn't throw the first stone. But then again it depends on if any of the tribal leaders paid some money under the counter for the stormtroopers to be on thier sides if the peace talks don't go the way they want. Believe me Titan, blood will be shed tomorrow.

"You're usually right Namyr," Titan said gently putting his hand on Namyr's shoulder. She shrugged off his hand.

"No means no Titan, I have troops to lead," Namyr said her eyes narrowing through the space between her mouth mask and what was covering her lekku. Most of her troops wore similar masks. Mostly to strike fear in the government by their faceless numbers. An old tactic, but it seemed to work. Namyr headed for the door most likely her spies had plenty to tell her. Though Titan thought he was running the rebellion, most of the troops knew that Namyr was the one in charge. Titan was just a smooth voice for the peace talks, Namyr was the soldier that would lead the troops into battle. So far she hadn't lost once, though she enjoyed being a little crafty and luring the attacking forces into traps. They fell for it everytime, Namyr smirked under her mouth mask and chuckled slightly.

"You're not going to let your past get in the way of the peace talks tomorrow?" Titan asked Namyr as she stepped out of the door.

"No, the rebellion is all I hae now," Namyr said her voice filled with bitterness. Many nights she had stayed awake wondering why no one had come looking for her. It had been months, why hadn't Darr come, where was Leon, did Rogueboy just forget about her? Namyr shook her head and stepped outside the streets into the cool cavern weather of the underground city Lessu. Tomorrow the peace talks between the Clan Council would begin. Namyr would stand to the side while all the leaders spoke, argued, until an agreement came to be. Namyr could feel in her bones and by the taste of the councils soldiers that something was going to happen.

Namyr leaned against a wall and waited for three of her best spies to appear out of the shadows, 'What's to report?"

'Nothing much, Vast Empire troops have touched down, looks like they're on the side of the Council," one of the spies spoke.

"Know what squads they are?" Namyr asked.

"No from our position we couldn't see," another spy said.

"Figures, tell everyone to be on their guard for anything, last thing we need is to be surprised by a tank driving through and running everyone down," Namyr ordered feeling let down by her spies, granted they had been escapees from the slave prison as well, it was just that Namyr was use to the military, you order something you get results, that was how it was done. "Anything else?"

"No that's it," and the spies melted back into the shadows. Namyr let out a sigh and rubbed her eyes before headed back to the Rebellion Compound to get some sleep.



Sleep had been almost impossible for Rogueboy, the entire night he had tossed and turned, the snores of Sayah and Leon didn't help any. His hands itched to hold a bottle, but instead he thought of his blaster, and taking it apart. In his mind he took apart the blaster piece by piece, murmuring it's name. It was the best thing to do as the squad was positioned beside the door. Across from them was the Slave Rebels, though in armour that didn't fit they looked tough, Rogue hoped that they would give him a decent fight if it came down to it. Darr walked through the door, catching up to Eclipse's SL Garet, Rogueboy almost chuckled as the two of them stared each other down.

"Darr-Rann," Garet spoke.

"Garet," Darr replied, both of their voices were cool and calm.

"Darr-Rann," Garet replied, Rogueboy could almost sense his eyes narrowing.

"Alright then," Darr said a slight smile playing through his voice as he took his position near the door, and Garet took his position at the end of the two squads. The stormtroopers and Rebel Slaves snapped to attention as the Twi'lek Tribal Council walked through the door. Rogueboy couldn't help admire that even if the Councilmen weren't their leaders the Slave Rebels still held respect. He couldn't help wonder what type of person the general was to train them in such a short time.

From behind the Twi'lek Tribal Council came the Slave Rebel's Leader a man named Titan, not to impressive, but he seemed like a man that could talk and knew the ins and outs of politics to get around. Then lastly was the General, Rogueboy's eyes blinked a few time from the blurry holoimage came a woman. He hadn't been expecting that, even through her plain brown pants, waist length cloak and mask he could tell she was a warrior by her walk. That walk, something about it made Rogueboy's memory prickle, but he couldn't remember whose walk it reminded him of. The General's light yellow eyes glanced at the Stormtrooper but no telling emotions could be seen from those intelligent eyes. For a moment Rogueboy almost thought she was looking at him, but ignored it. The General walked past them, then some of her own guards as well as some Stormtroopers walked past them. The Councilmen and the Titan fellow took seats across from one another, the General stood behind Titan, silent as the big wigs began speaking in rapid Twi'liki. Soon Rogueboy found himself taking apart his blaster in his mind again. So that's what they were just guards to make sure everyone behaved, what a waste of training and manpower. Well, at least he was getting out of his apartment, Rogueboy hoped that Patch would clean it up before he got home.

Suddenly the Twi'leki took a more argumentative turn. The Councilmen were screaming at Titan who spoke to them back. That is until one of the Councilmen did a strange movement with his Lekku. Almost instantly the Stormtroopers shot at Titan, blaster shots straight to his chest before the General could even stop them.

"You're rebellion is over, your leader is dead, surrender now General and we'll sell you to a nice master," one of the Councilmen sneered at the General as she checked Titan's pulse. He was dead, Namyr stood up straight looking at the Councilmen a smirk appearing on her face behind her mask. She glanced at the Rebel Slaves and did a hand sign before leaping across the table. Her cloak was thrown to the floor leaving only her face mask, a long sleeve shirt, gloves, and her pants and boots. From her back her Twi'lek Spinning Blades were in her hands. Without a word she cut down the Stormtroopers.

At the door all hell had broken loose, the Rebel Slaves had suddenly drawn their weapons as soon as the General had given her hand sign and opened fire. The two squads had barely enough time to duck behind a couple overturned tables before they were almost killed. Rogueboy cursed in every language he knew as he pulled out his blaster and shot at the Rebel Slaves. Whoever this General woman was she had trained them well.

Namyr turned her head as the Council men's guards came through the door cutting down many or her forces. She cursed in Twi'lek, leaping off the table from the bloody seats of the former Councilmen. She jumped over the three steps down to the main hall where her forces were fighting, finally they had enough sense to take cover. Spinning the blades in her hands, Namyr dodged the blaster fire, wincing as her shoulder was hit by one of the shots. She had worst injuries and they wouldn't stop her from fighting. Namyr jumped into the air, spinning around behind the guards, landing heavily and slicing into their backs. She whirled around cutting down two more guards, her being in battle was giving her troops more confidence as they began inching their way out of their cover. Just when they had started fighting was when the Stormtroops decided to storm out of their cover behind the table.

"Alright Sayah, Leon you go right, Rogue you and me go left, we'll storm them and hope it'll surprise them enough to give us the upper hand and get this massacre over with," Darr said before he stood up at the Raider Squad lept over the table, yelling as they headed for the Rebel Slave group to cut them down. Rogueboy had been half expecting the Slaves to turn in run, but instead the General stared at the Raiders coming towards them. Then she let out a piercing whistle and the Slaves charged the Raiders, pulling out various blades as they ran to meet the Raiders.

The General stood back for a moment watching as the forces clashed together then threw herself into battle. The next thing Rogueboy knew the two of them were circling around one another, blades drawn, both of their bodies tense as they lept towards one another. Rogueboy raised his blade in time to block the General's blades, then lowered his blade to block again. The General was fast, but Rogueboy was stronger and wearing armour, whereas the General wasn't. Several minutes went by neither of them touching each other except for their blades blocking. Then the General's foot shot forward, knocking Rogueboy in the stomach. He raised his blade in time to block her blades. Breathing heavily, Rogueboy realized he was out of shape for such fighting, and the General was just playing with him. This was a game for her that she could win at anytime. The General let out a small chuckle.

"You think this is funny?" Rogueboy yelled to her, trying to slice the General with his blade, only to have his attempts knocked away. "This is war, people are dying, and you're laughing! You're sick!" Rogueboy said trying to get the General off balance by several heavy strikes to her blades. Rogueboy stumbled slightly and the General took her chance dropping to the ground and kicking Rogueboy's feet from under him. Then her blades were at his neck in a scissor type fashion as she weighed him down by sitting on his chest.

"Balance," the General murmured her yellow eyes seeming to look into Rogueboy's soul through his eyes.

"Well do it, not like I have much left," Rogueboy growled closing his eyes, suddenly the weight was off his chest and he looked up at the General who was looking down at him.

"Why would I kill you, we've won," the General said wiping the blood from her blades.

Rogueboy's eyes grew large, he knew those blades from anywhere. Now that he saw them from so close he recognized them, they were Namyr's blades. Instantly Rogueboy was on his feet, the General's mask and collar in his hands as he held her off the ground.

"Why do you have Namyr's blades! Did you kill her? Steal it from her body? I should kill you right now! Who do you think you are parading around with something so sacred as Namyr's blades!?" Rogueboy screamed his voice become hysterical, his eyes flashed with insanity as his grip tightened on her collar. He didn't even notice as Namyr waved away her troops to keep them from killing Rogueboy. The anger that had been building up inside her finally exploded as she slugged Rogueboy in the temple as hard as she could causing him to go spinning, his helmet was knocked off of him clattering to the floor. She had been lucky, finding her blades in the store room of the slave prison, she felt grateful that they hadn't been sold yet.

"That is for never coming to look for me," Namyr growled walking toward Rogueboy, she punched him again, "That's for forgetting about me," Namyr then kneed Rogueboy in the stomach, "That's for attacking me!" she yelled ripping the mask from her head exposing her Lekku, tattooed cheeks in all. She then roughly grabbed Rogueboy's chin and planted a kiss on his lips, 'That's for you being alright and because I wanted to," she said gruffly before turning away and walking over to the Stormtroopers that had shot first.

"Some men the Councilmen had hired to dress as Stormtroopers," one of her Rebel Troopers told her after they had removed the helmets, all of them male Twi'leks, hired muscles, the Councilmen had hoped in taking out Titan the Rebels would flee. Too bad they had been wrong.

"Namyr, is that really you?" Darr asked stepping up to the former Raider, "We thought you were dead," he managed to choke out.

"Probably should be," Namyr murmured standing up and turning to face Darr. That is until Leon came out of nowhere throwing his arms around Namyr.

"Namyr," Leon said his voice shakey, Namyr winced as his helmet dug into her stomach.

"Leon. it's alright," Namyr said her eyes softening a little, "My death was probably the doing of my sisters. See I'm alive now, no worries," Namyr said patting Leon's helmet as he let go of her.

"We have a lot to discuss Namyr, I have to call HQ see what to do and tell them what's going on. Most likely they won't be happy that the Councilmen hired men to dress as Stormtroopers, let alone whatever shady dealings they have been doing," Darr said before taking Namyr's hand and shaking it, "Good to know your alright," he added.

"Yeah," Namyr said everything finally catching up to her and exhaustion etched her face. "Until this is all worked out you can stay at the Rebel Slave fortress, no one will hurt you there and you can relax for a little while until things are settled again," she said glancing at the members of Eclipse squad, "You may go, you've done your job and are no longer needed," she told them giving Garet a salute which he nodded to and the Eclipse squad left.

"If you follow me and my troops I'll show you to our home," Namyr said giving a small ghost of a smile she use to give her squad mates and headed for the Rebel Slave Fortress.
 
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"Rogue, just so you know if we die, I hate you."

SGT Namyr