Raynor nodded, taking in the path near the guard station. His master was dead. He couldn't deny the part of him screaming to destroy every last droid and Separatist to take vengeance on her behalf. But this was bigger than either of them - and he knew his master would have consoled him that she was part of the Force now. The best way to honor her and ensure her sacrifice had not been in vain would be to complete the mission - to help turn the tides of the battle happening up on the space station orbiting the planet. [color=d86615]"I'm not chubby, but I'm also pretty much the same size as a clone, so that way won't work,"[/color] Raynor told Emzie. [color=d86615]"Guard station seems like our best call. It's direct and any droids that come near, I can handle."[/color]

	[color=d86615]"Anything else to be aware of?"[/color] Raynor asked, hesitating for a moment. He knew that Emzie couldn't feel things through the Force as he did. [color=d86615]"... My master and the others... They're gone,"[/color] he then said quietly, his eyes shining with pain that he was struggling to allow himself to feel. The Jedi Council always preached serenity, not passion - that they could only find strength through peace and harmony, not rage and vengeance. Emotions had to be identified, understood, and then allowed to fade away. 

	He didn't know how to do that though. All he could do was channel his grief into the task at hand.