Wing City Gardens (Northwest)

Avery looked crestfallen and she turned her head to stare in the general direction that they were heading instead of facing him. "Avery. My name is Avery..." She trailed off, her one hand still pressed against her stomach as her other arm stayed looped around his neck in a half-attempt to help him carry her.

They were nearing her house. Her tiny farm was in sight and considering she hadn't been home in several days, her eyes brightened a fraction as they got closer. "There.. the white house there." She lifted her arm to point and winced once more in pain.

He gulped a little when she said her name, she definitely went to his school. He sat behind her in chemistry last year. He smiled as they neared the building, partially out of being ready to set this girl down, and another part because he wanted to see what her parent's reaction would be. Maybe he'd be in the paper.

He walked up to the door, and waited for Avery to press the doorbell or ask him to knock. She would be the first person he'd saved, and it felt good.

"Home Sweet Home, huh?" He said, smiling.

Baron wouldn't receive the recognition he deserved. At least, not yet. Avery didn't live with her parents because she had transferred into Wing City University and was staying on the upper floor of the very house they were in front of as a tenant of a little old man named Richard. It was all she could afford with her modest income and the elderly man never seemed to bother her much.

Still, her belongings had been stolen and she just now realized that they hadn't been tossed out with her when they had dumped her out of the van. So she rang the doorbell. Inside, there was a scuffling sound and a brief bout of cursing before a small man, perhaps 4'10" tall with a wide round face topped with silvery hair snatched open the door.

"Whaddya wan...." He blinked through large thick-rimmed glasses at the site of Avery and instantly became more animated.

"Where in the 'ell ya been, girlie? Yer parents 'ave been calling 'round 'ere e'ryday lookin' for ye!"

Baron interrupted, "Hey, is there a place I can put her down, she's a little sore." He said, not wanting to make the elderly man any more excited. If he lead him in, he'd put her down wherever he said to, and he'd stand quietly nearby while they spoke. He didn't want to leave her until he was sure that the girl was safe for the time being.

He pulled his mask back over his mouth, and it clicked on as it purified the air he breathed. It was just a precaution that his father had recommended.

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Tara walked through the Northwest portion of the gardens in a simple hoodie and a pair of jeans. It was beautiful here at night, there were lights from both glowing plants and artificial lighting. She enjoyed coming here she felt drawn here often. Here she always felt closer to the force. It was nights like this that she missed the Jedi order but she had her reasons for leaving and her reasons for not returning as well. She thought of Cole with a smile but he had been off on some adventure again it seemed and she was starting to wonder when he would return.

Eyes burned with red energy of the Dark Side as they observed their prey carefully. SarTara was alone. For once. Stepping just within the boundary of the gardens the Sith Assassin used the Force to seal the gates. Igniting her lightsaber pike, the distablised red blade flared to life. "Shame I can't kill you, But you're needed for something by my employer." The Assassin said stepping into view. Her armor, black and dark blue, edged with gold, shimmered slightly in the light. "You can come one of two ways Jedi" The Assassin said, "The easy way, or the hard way." The rasping tone of the Sith Assassin's voice made it clear, an agent of the darkside, and her employer wanted Celia alive.

Tara felt a presenc suddnly and was surprised when the sith assassin appeared. She made no moves to attack and took her hands from her pockets raising them slightly to show she had no saber in her hands. "Well I'm glad to hear that." Tara said, "I will go peacefully on one condition. Who is your employer?" Tara asked,

She knew it could b a sith but something about this didn't seem right why not just kill her if it was a sith. Could it be the jedi? Possibly but she found that it would be unlikely for a jedi to hire a sith but who knew. But she was more keen to believe this was someone else. Tara still had her sabers in her sweater but the bulkiness hid the objects from view.

"Tuyer Siya sent me. Paying good money too to bring you in alive. But he never said anything direct of what condition you were in when I bring you to him." The Sith replied. As far as the Sith cared, money was money regardless of who was paying. "Now, you say you want to come peacefully, well I doubt it very much." With that the Sith Assassin struck, first using the Force to throw some nearby benches towards her target before following them with a burst of Force Speed. lightsaberpike ready for use.

Tara watched as the benches flew towards her and pushed both aside with a small force blast then she quickly grabber her sabers and force threw them onto the ground in the direction that Kakita was running before dropping to a kneeling position Tara placed her hands upon her head.

"I am surrendering! I will go peacefully. I have no quarrel with your contractor and actually I am willing to hear him out. As for you you may be sith but as I am no longer a jedi I have no quarrel with you either." Tara said.

"Wrong answer." Growled the Sith Assassin as she struck fast as lighting, the lightsaberspike swung around, the hilt connected soundly with Tara's head. "I am going to have to do this the easy way." She growled angerly. She fliped a bench, the thing went flying away. Just not happy this Sith Assassin.

Neverthless, her employer wanted SarTara in one piece unharmed, so that worked out, although, Tuyer Siya better have a damn good reason for this job. The Sith Assassin produced a pair of energy binders and bound SarTara's hands behind her back. Activating the binders, The Sith Assassin then forced Sartara into a walk.

"Tuyer Siya is going to be happy to see you. Shame we wont let me rough you up a bit before he sees you. What in Firefiek did you do to earn a Mark from the Jedi Order ? Heck we'd take you in without any trouble as it is!" The Sith grumbled as she moved. Dragging SarTara along towards the meeting place.