"Granta Omega, get out here now!" Astroara said, briming with anger. She couldn't believe she had let him capture her like that. This was unbelievable. Unbareable. Completely stupid. Astroara had let her gaurd down for a moment, and she was capture by her worst enemy. One of them, anyways.
Omega smiled, leaning back in his chair as he watched Astroara shout curses in the Kiorien language. "Now, now," He said into a mike that projected his voice into her room, "You should watch your language. Would your mother aprove of that kind of talk?"
Now he was insulting her family. "You son of a Lenquo-adab!! Get your a** out here and fight me!!"
"That isn't the jedi way, is it? Jedi... Phff. Stupid creatures. 'Only wanting to bring peace to the galaxy'... Is that what you call yourselves? Peacemakers? You only carry that lightsaber around as an excuse to kill those who displease you. Jedi are no 'Peacemakers'. They are what killed your family. Even Sazy was there. Ask her, Astrii." Omega said soothingly.
Tears dripped down Astroara cheeks. Was this true? Were the only people who she belonged with her families murderers?
Omega watched her, triumph gleaming in his dark eyes. "Yes, its the sad truth. But, they didn't kill your brother, and I know where he is." The real truth was that the jedi were trying to save her family. One jedi tried to help them escape, but he only paid with his life, as well as theirs. Except for Astroara's brother.
"What...? You... know where Zeakall is...?"
"Yes, I do. Astrii, Astrii, Astrii.... I can take you to him. I can give you anything you please. But, first, you have to do a favor for me."
"What?"
"Kill one of your families' murderers, Sazy."
The door that separated padawan from master opened, and Astroara activated her lightsaber. They would all pay.