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Zeb looked at the forests of Kashyyyk in aww. The young child had never seen a planet so green, even though he could tell that there were ruins all about him of a better time for this world. When they landed the young Zabrak eagerly followed Master Ben'a out of the ship, only to be told to stay where he was. The child looked out and saw Wookie's, he had never known where the Wookie's came from and was suprised to hear their language of grunts and growls spoken here. Probubly the only place in the galaxy that basic isn't spoken... Zeb stopped his musing's of the planet when he realised something that had not fully hit him yet. He could feel the Force! The child smiled broadly, it's presence was just a whisper to him... a cool breeze on a hot day. Zeb did not need any explaination as to what this energy was, he just knew with his being that it was the Force. Zeb hurried to find Aryian to tell him of this event, and possibly learn more of it. "Master! I can feel the Force! It's... Everywhere!" Secretly Zeb thought that being stranded from the Force on Myrker was the reason why he had suddenly became aware of it's presence, but he wanted Aryians imput before he rushed into any conclusions.

Zeb got up moments after Ben'a left the table, needing the time to collect himself. The young zabrak quickly caught up with the Jedi, wanting to know what had Jurha so upset. He saw the datapad and waited for her to explain... He was worried they would hand the pad to him and find out that he was illiterate.

Zeb looked suprized that Ben'a had been that low on Coruscant. He was not suprized by gang's reaction to someone unfamiliar on their turf. He shook his head slowly, thinking that Ben'a spoke with contempt about the swoop gangs. "I was in a swoop gang, a leader of one in fact. It is not suprizing that they attacked you if you were not supposed to be there." Zeb did not know why he just told the Knight that he was a gang leader, but did not think that it would matter now. Zeb allowed the memories of his father to sweep through his mind. "My father... he was a fighter. He brought what little money he could to pay the rent by joining into organized fights. He always wanted me to join the Jedi... and taught me much about fighting with a jitte. He saved for months to buy me a high quality vibro-jitte." He held back tears that were welling in his eyes. "He... was murdered, I joined the Jedi as a testiment to him."

The child took a deep breath, he did not want to talk about his past but saw no harm in it. He looked across the table to Ben'a, a small amount of saddness entering him like a spy entering a castle. Zeb allowed the emotion to wash over him, he felt that this was natural and that as long as he did not nurse the emotion or ignore it then it would take ahold of him. Zeb decided to keep it breif, "I grew up in the lower city of Coruscant... you learn a lot of things there."

Zeb climbed out of the starfighter on the opposite side. The child listened to Ben'a talk and silently pulled a blaster on his back when he put the blade to Aryians neck and the blaster to Jurha's head. Zeb was worried for an instant that this man would kill his friends, but when he did not Zeb simply holstered the weapon. Zeb gave Jurha her blasters and lightsabers. Zeb took out his vibrosword and vibro-jitte. He strapped both of them on and seemed familiar with their weight. The child was used to fighting without the Force, so he felt he could just as easily teach as Ben'a. He decided that it did not matter though, and began to go through the exercises that Ben'a showed them. Zeb performed these manuvers expertly, having been in a great many fights in his short life. The Zabrak was growing board with these manuvers, though his muscles did not ache from the exercise like he suspected Jurha's did. He could barely keep himself from yawning when they were done. He felt that exercises like those were boring and would not prepare them for real combat. Zeb followed Ben'a into his ship, the child was suprized by the elegance that the ship possessed, and how roomy it was compared to Aryians ship. He ate his food in silence, thinking about fighting Jurha one-on-one.

The emergancy Jedi starfighter exited Hyperspace. Jurha and Zeb were on this craft and both seemed uncomfortable to have to sit for hours. Zeb was thinking about the things that he could not yet do, but knew the time would come that he could learn. He saw Aryians ship in orbit and pointed it out to Jurha. "I think we should contact him" OOC((OSU vs Michigan! They are tied! GO BUCKS!!!))

Zeb shrugged at Jurha's question. "Your choice. I'm gunner though!" He did not anticipate the need to be a gunner, but thought it would be easier than piloting. ((You can post me getting into the fighter and leaving))

The Zabrak followed Jurha to the armoury, intent on finding another vibro-jitte. He turned around and saw Jurha twirling two lightsabers and picked out two for himself. He was confident that they worked but said to her just in case, "Don't use those unless you need to... I have a feeling that without The Force we wont be able to use them effectivly." Zeb rummaged through the melee weapons, picking out a vibro-knife and at long last a vibro-jitte. The jitte was a defencive weapon. It had two blades and could easy trap anothers weapon in between them, it was not much longer than a short sword. He moved over to the blasters and tossed Jurha a few blaster packs, "You will need those." He picked out a blaster and then a small two shot. "You guys might have to teach me how to use some of this..." Zeb looked at her, strapping the blaster on and picking up some extra ammo for it. "You'll learn quick, or else you will die. And as for the pistol you picked up... save the last shot." Zeb knew enough from his time in the lower city that it could sometimes be better to die than live. The child heard Aryians message and winked at Jurha, "Race you to the hanger!" He took off like a shot, his muscles responding easily to his commands.

Despite the seriousness of this conversation Zeb could not help but laugh out loud when Ben'a asked for a ride, "There is hardly enough space for us! much less a weapons cache and another passenger!..." The stern looks of his higher-ups made him blush and appologize, "I-I'm sorry..." The zabrak shut his mouth and began to think of what kind of weapons he would have acess to. He could hand a vibroblade and a blaster pretty well, but if he could find a vibro-jitte on base that would be the best. Zeb sighed in despair... He had to sell his most prized possession when he was getting off of Coruscant. He looked at Jurha, hoping that she would not be so hard on him for his outburst.

Zeb was still weak, hardly able to lift his food to his mouth, but he did not want the other Jedi to see this and ate his food slowly and deliberatly. He enjoyed the stoat sandwich set aside for him. Stoats were like the Hutt's in many respects only much smaller, dumber, and tastier on wheat bread with a little bit of mustard on them (If there is such a thing as a stoat in the SW universe then you may hang me, but since I don't think that there is I made a nice little description...). Zeb listened to Ben'a as he told his tale and a few names stuck out to him, Luke Skywalker and Darth Vader. Then again everyone knew who they were so it was not realy saying much. When Ben'a mentioned leaving Zeb began to think about what was in it for him but then chided himself for it. He was not on Coruscant anymore and did not need to think like a gang leader. He took a deep breath, trying to figure out where they would be going. Ben'a was Master Aryian's friend though, and Zeb did not want to be rude.

Zeb sat up, determined not to be coddled. "I am perfectly able to meet him, Master..." The zabrak seemed very tired and worn out, but he was smiling for the first time in a long time. He felt... at peace. Out of habit Zeb tried to put his hand on a vibro-jitte, then remembered that he did not have one. He did not care though, he would be a Jedi eventualy and would not need it. Zeb turned to Jurha and nodded, but in his eyes was something that would be worth more than any amount of credits, his respect. Zeb ran a hand over his horns, suprised that he won the fight. He shook his head, deciding that if it was something important Aryian would speak to him about it later. It seemed so real... did it ever happen? He thought to himself.

Zeb did his best to block Aryians counter, and felt the rage building inside of him. It sought release, Zeb did his best to hold it in. He controled his rage, but suddenly felt a huge pressure on the back of his head. Zeb staggered... the edges of his vision going dark. He saw the darkness start to engulf his vision. Zeb felt dizzy, then he felt his body shaking... oddly he felt detatched, like this was not happening to him. Zeb collapsed on the ground, passed out for a reason unknown to Jurha or Aryian. Zeb awoke in total darkness. He saw a grey mist swirl around him that he instantly knew was Fury, and he felt the scar in his side reopen, he knew it's name to be Pain. "Hello?" There were three echo's back and Zeb knew that something was about to happen... Three large figures walked into his veiw. Their substance seemed to be nothing but shadow, the smallest one brought fear upon him with it's withering gaze. He knew this to be Fear. The next one seemed strong, and very powerfull. A lumbering brute of force and power. Zeb knew it's name was Anger. The last one seemed controled, more powerfull and dangerous than the others. He took a step back from the figure that he knew was Hate. On the outside, Zeb was unconcous. He was breathing shallowly and he had almoast no pulse, there was a cold sweat covering him. There was blood on his side seeping through his clothing. The shadow figures surrounded Zeb and began to bombard him with images of his past, he would not let himself succumb to these monsters within. Suddenly the shadows stopped bombarding him and he simply responded, "You wont win." This prompted the shadows to begin to circle him, offering him everything. Power beyond his wildest dreams, fame, money, revenge for his father. Zeb was tempted, but would not allow them to control him. "I will do it MY way, not yours." This seemed to irratate the shadows. The dark forces said in unison, "We will control you regardless!" Then sprung on him, he tried to fight back but found that it was as difficult as grasping air, but still he resisted. Zeb's physical body was in turmoil, he has began to have seisures. His eyes had rolled into the back of his head, the would in his side seemed to become infected all at once. He had a high fever, the sweat sizzling off of him. The child felt Fury gather around him, he felt Pain comfort him. He was still alive and still fighting. The child screamed, "YOU DO NOT KNOW WHO YOU ARE MESSING WITH!!!" With that the shadows stopped moving, seemed to solidify. The Fury around him became alive, burning like fire, covering Zeb from head to toe. The Pain spoke to him in whispers, letting him know that he was still alive. Zeb walked to each and fought it in turn. Zeb battled Fear first, he almoast laughed. It was not such a horrid thing. It was weak and he finished it off in moments, not even taxing himself. Next was Anger, again this dark force was not as strong as Zeb beleived. While Anger fought strongly at first, it quickly tired and Zeb destroyed it. Hatred was what Zeb worried about. Zeb's body was earily calm, his breathing even and deep. His pulse was normal, and the gash in his side looked no deeper than a paper cut. Zeb and Hate circled each other, the Fury around him making him strong, Pain whispering life into him. Hate attacked him quickly, and Zeb barely had time to respond. He was blocking Hate's strikes and Hate blocked his own. With each touch of Hate Zeb saw the face of the man that killed his father, he knew how to beat him. Zeb began to weep, still fighting but now Hate was winning. He felt Pain's whispers growing dimmer, and his Fury began to lessen. Zeb finnaly decided to win, and Pain began to scream at him and his Fury became stronger and hotter than ever. "I... Forgive you..." Hate seemed to slow for a moment and then explode in a choirus of screams. Zeb wept, finnaly having a sence of release. Zeb awoke in the medbay, weeping as he had in his dream. He felt Pain whisper to him, comforting him in the fact that he was still alive, and Fury protect him, letting him know he won. He looked and saw Aryian and Jurha, "I won..." Zeb suddenly realized he did not know how long he had been out for. OOC((Sorry if that is considered playing God...))

Zeb ignited his own saber, he felt the hum of it through his palm. Suddenly one of his father's teachings had come to him, "You will always find someone stronger, or faster... Hit them first so that you have the upperhand." Zeb looked at Aryians two lightsabers, and studied the mans stance until he found a weakness. The hole was not much and the child would need to be quick. He took a deep breath, and felt the fear that generaly boiled inside of him. The child frowned, turning the fear into rage and the rage into Fury. He felt strong, moving into a very fast attack to one af Aryians feet. Or was he? At the last moment he turned the blade up so that a connection would go into his master's lower jaw.

Zeb began to ignore Aryian. He was tired of the Jedi's ramblings. He let himself go still, adventualy he did not even feel the need for a deathstick. He let out a long breath before inhaling again. He felt the small rock of peace emerge... then smiled, confident that he could find the podiums. He reached out for the Force, and felt it flow into him. He was amazed by what he felt, but tried to keep it in perspective. He reached out with it, unable to describe the feeling. He suddenly knew where the podiums were. When Zeb spoke his voice was eerily quiet, he himself basking in the power that the Force had to offer. "One beacon is in the cafeteria, one is in your quarters, and the last is in a storage building..." Zeb felt his control slipping, then noticed that he was sweating. His connection with the Force broke like the crack of a whip, he staggered gasping for air. His right hand went for where he normaly kept his vibro-jitte, but the weapon was not there. His hand then fell limply to his side, and he looked tiredly to Jurha and then to Aryian.

Zeb looked at Aryian incredulously. How could he figure out were the podiums were if he was not aloud to go look! He felt the anger boil inside of him and impatiently pushed it aside, he would need to deal with that later. He sought peace within himself, struggling to find a rock amid his ocean of uncertainty. He searched for a happy moment, something that he could use to get rid of his anger. He could not find it. His life on Coruscant had been hard, and his every cell cried for a deathstick. Zeb refused to give in to the want. Zeb shook his head and looked at Aryian, ”œThis could be done just as easily with a scanner!”

Zeb did not like other people touching his horns, but did not comment when Jurha did. When Jurha made her comment about being overwhelmed Zeb simply replied, "Don't worry about it." He ment it, she had just been hurt with a projectile in a fight and lived, most people would be shaken. Zeb blushed slightly when Jurha made the comment about her pants, but turned around and did not say anything. After she got them on, the young Zabrak helped her to her feet, and allowed her to place most of her weight on him. Zeb helped her hobble outside, but was confused as to where they should go. Master Aryian had left no clues for them, and this made him a little angry. He was more scared than angry though, he did not know what kind of animals lived on this planet or if any of them were deadly. At this point a wasp landed on Zeb's arm and stung him, he hit it with his other hand and flicked it off, a curse flowing from his mouth. The boy was about to tell Jurha that the best thing they could do is check the different buildings one at a time. When she said, "He's some where in the middle that way. When we get closer or even now, try and figure out what he feels like so we can remember and find him quickly from now on. Then do the same for me, and I will for you. So we can find each other. We should go left here." Zeb followed her directions, at least movement wise. He did not know how he should do the rest, even though he knew it began with the Force. The Zabrak was proud though, and merely nodded to her directions. He did not want to be thought of as weaker than Jurha by Aryian. When she asked if she was being too bossy Zeb smiled, "No, your the only one here who knows what you are doing!" He chuckled a little bit, following her directions further.

Zeb rolled his eyes and ran a hand over his horns, he was not expecting her to cry. "Look, I was as gentle as I could be... maybe Master Aryian can help... I dunno..." Zeb was looking away, sorry that he had hurt her and at the same time felt a bit of anger at her lack of gratitude. He shook his head and handed her a tissue, "It'll heal up fine, the wound wasn't cauterized." Then he heard Aryians message and turned to Jurha, "That's for us, here I will help you up."

Zeb was somewhat irked. He knew that to get out the stone it would hurt her more than the droid would have. "Jurha, this is going to sound odd, take off your pants and sit down." Zeb was blushing but hurridly tried to find a pair of tweezers. After he finnaly found a pair, he found some disinfectant and poured it onto the tweezers. Zeb took a deep breath and tore off Jurha's bandage, Zeb looked very uncomfortable. "This is going to hurt... a lot." He tried to gently put the tweezer's in, feeling around with them. Zeb was nervous so he tried to start conversation, "So you... uh... come here often?" Under his breath he added, "I could use a deathstick right about now...." He felt the tweezers hit the stone and looked up. He closed his eyes and grasped the stone with the tweezer, and he tried to gently pull it out. Back on Coruscant if something like this happened you could go to a hostpital, or an unlicenced doctor if the wound was suspicous. The young Zabrak had never had to do this before. In a few moments he had out the stone and the wound was bleeding again. He put some bacta on it, along with a gause bandage.

Zeb fought to get up, somewhat mad at Aryian. He felt that he did a good job and that in an actual fight he would need to use all the skills he had to win. After all, he thought to himself, I didn't kill her. "You fought good Jurha..." he gasped. He was still dazed and weak from using the force, and felt old hostilities boil inside of him. He got onto his feet, thinking about what might be hiding in the shadows. This was one of the few times in his life Zeb was actualy afraid... the sun was setting and soon it would be dark. One of the few defence mechanisms the child zabrak had was anger, and the ground felt the full force of it as he punched it. "Jurha? is it bleeding badly?" After she responded he added, "Is there an exit wound?"

Zeb was amazed at her agression, but not suprized. Obviously his tactics to erode her confidence had not worked so now he blocked her attacks. He felt at peace... his muscles responding as he willed them too. His instincts almoast warning him of attacks before they happened. Zeb decided it was time to end this, so he swung his lightsaber and she blocked. Zeb did not pull his blade away and continued pushing forward. Zeb grinned into her. He almoast started laughing again. She had not noticed but he had managed to raise a small stone with the Force. Zeb was weaker trying to keep his mind focused and his body fighting. The zabrak jerked his head to one side and the stone shot toward Jurha, she could not turn to it because of his lightsaber. She felt the stone enter her right calf, for it was small and easily peirced her clothing and skin. Zeb looked at her triumphantly, then collapsed on the ground from exhaustion.

Zeb smiled, his opponet was obviously amature. He was not moving as quick as he knew he could. The young child smugly drew a circle around him on the ground with the blade of his lightsaber. He grinned and motioned for her to attack. He held his blade in a defencive position and he was in a wide-legged defencive stance. Jurha attacked wildy, trying to come around behind him again. The boy was prepared this time and simply tripped her. When she had gotten up he was laughing mercilessly, and she thrust the lightsaber through his gut... Zeb was not happy, and held her hand there for a moment. He wanted her to think about what it was like to kill. He figured that psychologicaly this would ruin her. He pulled her hand closer, so that the hilt was touching and the heat left his clothes smoldering. He released her and she brought her hand back. The Zabrak went on the attack, his speed was such that she hardly had time to block. Zeb was mad and she was scared. Zeb was a gangleader on Coruscant, he was small and vicous. He was also smart, which is why he pulled her blade deeper into him.

Zeb heard Aryians message, and dropped his stick. He drew his lightsaber and ignited it. "Wanna step it up a notch?" The zabrak smiled coldly, calculating what his opponets speed may be. He felt that he was a better swordsman than her, but did not know of her training.

Zeb heard her responce and answered, "Well, not bragging is a strength. It allows you to hide precious information, and suprize your opponet... So you would not need to brag. " The child did not know if any of that made sence, but went on the attack again. He felt at peace in battle, his arms and legs moved with precision that came only from practice and experiance. Zeb shrugged at her next question, "Keep you eyes on my blade, not where my hands are going... I am sure that there are exotic animals on the upper levels of Coruscant but I came from poorer sections of the city." He was being honest now, and was almoast giddy in the joy of battle. The Zabrak stopped when she did and ran a hand over his horns. He pondered her question for a moment, "I don't know your reasons, but I am sure they are good one's. I don't blame your for lying, I would just as well keep my past hidden also." The child figured that if she wanted to say more that she would, even though he was very young the child had a muscular body. He also moved in combat as if he had been in many, many scuffles and perhaps even gang wars, though he would never tell them that.

Zeb picked up a stick, and tossed it towards Jurha. When she caught it and looked surprised he held his own up into the position Aryian had just taught them. The boy smirked, ”œI think best when I am in a fight.”

Zeb took his old saber back and gave the Puzzle to Jurha, "Good luck with that." He smirked, hoping she could do it. Zeb's hand went to his lightsaber when Armenia came into veiw but quickly relaxed. Zeb remained silent, figuring that if anyone wanted to talk they would.