Brother Gray.

Chapter 6.

The day was turning into evening when Chancellor Palpatine made an announcement. He claimed that the Jedi were corrupt, and traitors to the Republic. "The attempt on my life has left me scarred, and deformed. But I assure you, my resolve has never been stronger!" He proclaimed. "In order to ensure the security, and continuing stability. The Republic will be reorganized into THE FIRST, GALACTIC, EMPIRE! For a safe, and securer society!" He elaborated.

When he finished people all over the planet cheered and applauded him. The Jedi were no more, and everyone was celebrating. Rontu had no idea the Jedi were so hated, but why? It was clear to him Emperor Palpatine now was the Sith Lord, but nobody was stopping him. Nobody could stop him! Rontu needed to take Kila, get away from Coruscant as fast, and as soon as possible. Their best bet was to make it back to Terrelia their home planet.

Rontu would have to find ways to earn credits for now. He hoped when the blockade lifted he would have enough credits to take a passenger vessel by then. Slowly exiting the hospital once again carrying Kila on his back, he made his way to the lower city. Yes crime rate was bigger, but any lingering Clonetroopers wouldn't dare to enter. Besides the only profession he once was, was Jango jumping.

As a Jango jumper he must be fast, and nimble. Parcore often associated with the job as well. Being able to pilot any ship with ease, and take them apart easily while stationary, or in flight was another feat one should have. Pickpocketing was also required to be either full or part time. Aquirring any tools or making them yourself was also a good skill to have. Speaking of pickpocketing he felt something grab his lightsaber.

"Hey!" Rontu yelled and turned around. He saw a light green Patrolian trying to be sneaky. He caught up to him and grabbed him by the shoulder startling the small fish creature.

"AHH! DON'T HURT ME!" The Patrolian croaked. Thinking it over Rontu told him something unexpected.

"Actually, I want to ask you something. You see I'm a Jango jumper or I once was." He mumbled that last part. "I was wondering if you'd like to be partners. If so, know of any jobs?" He asked the Patrolian. The Patrolian in question was admittedly very confused by this request.

"You want me to be your partner? But I just stole from you! Besides this is a lightsaber. Now I don't want to jump to conclusions, but you wouldn't happen to be a Jedi would you?" The Patrolian questioned him.

"N-no I'm not. I stole that saber a long time ago." Rontu partly lied. He wasn't lying about not being a Jedi Knight anymore. He was a Jedi fugitive. "So... What's your name?" Rontu asked him as he let him go. He also managed to take back his saber from him. Brushing his arms the Patrolian answered.

"Bannamu. What's it to you Terrelian?" He crossed his arms.

"Well Bannamu I'm R-..." Rontu stopped talking when he saw Clonetroopers walking towards them. "Uh let's discuss this somewhere less crowded! You know anywhere we can talk?" Rontu looked around frantically.

"Yeah I do but they don't exactly let in little girls." Bannamu replied when he looked at Kila.

"Let's just start walking there." Rontu said as he secured Kila better.

"Alright. You're lucky I need someone with your skills. You follow exactly what I say, and I'll split the reward with you. Got it?" Bannamu told him.

"Whatever you need." Rontu replied. They began walking away from the troopers, and towards the lower city.

Three months later...

Kila was feeling much better now a days. She still felt exhausted after all she went through, but who could blame her? During the past few months Rontu partnered up with Bannamu many times to pull off heist, and other small bounty hunter jobs. Bannamu found it hilarious when he discovered Rontu wasn't actually green, but dark greyish turquoise. During the time they teamed up together Rontu eventually did tell him his name.