Neb Storm: In a galaxy far far away, which I do not own or hold rights to. This is a fanfic.

Qinkun Bon, a young seventeen year old Weequay Raider of Hondo's Pirates, was stepping through the black market on Nar Shadaa. She had standard Weequay look about her. Horns on her cheek, long black ponytails, a few piercing on her ear, and brown skin. The only odd things about her was her green eyes. Qinkun also wore a purple and red hoodie, black pants, and a brown back pack. She kept her hood up, due to the large bounty on her former Captain's head. If anyone were to connect her to Hondo, she would be bound and used as a bargaining chip. A useful one at that. Hondo rarely buy's back his men who get captured, but she... She borrowed a lot of money from Hondo without his knowledge or permission.

I suppose it would be easier to start at the beginning. Yes Qinkun is a Weequay Pirate, but her reasoning wasn't from growing up on the wrong end of the galaxy. She joined of her own free will to make the money she needs for her archeological exploits. Due to war time, the senates funds went into science facilities that help make weapons. So historical preservation experts funds had been cut drastically. Aside from that, the studying of ancient Jedi Ruins and anything Sith related was forbidden for anyone who wasn't given permission by the jedi counsel. Qinkun didn't bother asking for permission, give she was sure any requests she'd make would more then likely get lost in the mail. No all Jedi were preoccupied with the war and all the senate cared about was strengthening their clone army. She kept her archeological exploits to herself due to the pirates she worked with only cared about what they could sell. This wasn't about money, it was about knowledge.

"You gonna buy something or what?", a rude Twilek spoke up. She ignored him and moved on to the next stand. A Besalisk running an arms shop was where she stopped at.

"Ah," the man grinned. "Welcome to my stand. Looking to buy a new blaster. I have a pair of pistols that aren't suppose to hit the civilian market."

"No thanks," she smirked back at him. "I'm actually wanting a deeper look through your spoils of war set." The Besalisk stopped grinning and then whispered to her.

"I need the name of your employer before I decide your worthy of that collection," the Besalisk explained in a hush tone. She lifted her hand and made a small cloud of dust float off of his desk. His eyes widened and he grunted.

"Do not worry," she whispered back to him. "The council has agreed to stay quiet about this incident. We only want our fallen comrades' weapons and we are willing to pay for them as well." He waved for her to follow him to the back.

"I hope you realize I have other buyers who payed for priority shipment," the Besalisk explained. "I can't just cancel the shipments."

"We don't care about the clones' or the droids' weapons," she insisted. "Only our weapons." He grumbled to himself and then pulled open a drawer. Two lightsabers were revealed. One that was black and grey with bronze dots along it and the other was a silver lightsaber that was almost pole like. "I will pay twelve thousand credits for each of them."

"Nice try," he growled. "Twenty-four thousand for the short one. Thirty-six thousand for the big one."

"I see you aren't appreciating the council's generosity," she pressed. "Just give me both for the price we offered, and this will go under the rug."

"I've given you my terms," he glared back at her. "If you don't except then leave. I can always find a new place to set up shop. This may be the last time you see your comrade's weapons."

She stared down at them and considered her options. "Very well. I will buy the single blade lightsaber. Expect the council to find you however. We don't take kindly to scoundrels."

"I don't take kindly to cocky Jedi- Padawans," he spat. She scoffed and then turned away. As she headed out of his shop, she noticed the black market was packing up and closing their shops early. She turned her head to see a Togruta female heading towards her with a group of clones behind her. Qinkun turned away and kept her hood over herself as she disappeared from sight. She only turned back once to see the Togruta head into the man's shop.

"Hey," a clone yelled towards her. "Stop right there." Qinkun then ran as he and the Togruta chased after her.

"Stop," the Togruta yelled. "You have something that doesn't belong to you!"

Qinkun didn't slow down. In fact she jumped onto a nearby pod and pushed the owner out before flying off.

"Commander Ahsoka," one of the clones spoke up to the Togruta.

"She won't get far," Ahsoka spoke up. "Have all troops search for a Weequay female in a red hoodie. She'll be carrying a lightsaber."