Zayne couldn't belive it. The Jedi Masters killed his friends. When the Padawans were supposed to be knighted as Jedi Knights. Every master killed his apprentice. However, Zayne's master, Lucien Draay, had clean hands and that was only because Carrick was late again. If he had arrived in time, instead of chasing that Snivvian thug, Marn Hierogryph, or in short Gryph, he would have died as well. Sometimes he really was glad for his clumsiness and lateness...

But now he's being hunted because the Jedi Masters have pinned the blame on him. Of course, how smart. Zayne was still suprised that people on Taris and the rest of the galaxy belived in that. He was the biggest loser of his friends Padawans, so how was he supposed to kill them all on his own?

Now Carrick was stuck with Gryph, because the guilt was transferred to him as well, he supposedly "collaborated" with Zayne. Well, now it's the truth. Both of them wanted to escape Taris, hide somewhere from Jedi Masters, bounty hunters or official authorities.

The brunette was walking down the street with a hood on as his short but loudmouthed companion followed him, mumbling something about insane Jedi who should take care of the war with Mandalorians instead of doing whatever they were doing right now.

"Still grumpy that they called you in news 'A small criminal', huh?" Zayne couldn't help but crack a smirk, even in this situation.

Gryph rolled his eyes and grimaced his protruding jaw, although he didn't say anything, counting the credits on his hand.

Zayne sighed then turned around to him, starting to walk backwards so he could see the Snivvian

"I'll get you out of it when we escape this planet, I prom-" Carrick didn't finish because before him, Gryph froze as suddenly Zayne felt a blaster pressed against his back.