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Has quick as he saaw it on the holonet, he was aboard Skirata and on his way to Kashyyyk. His ner'vod were fighting on Kashyyyk and he would join them. Once hyperspace was engaged he pulled out another cigarra to relax him, It hung from his mouth, and he started to rest his head back, zoning out. He was having trouble getting to sleep, something was bothering him, mandalorian instincts. He stood up and paced for five minutes and sat back down, closing his eyes.

"You, know smoking is bad for your lungs", a voice said. Kael moved to grab his blasters but the flung from his holsters mysteriously. He started turning toward the man sighing.

"I don't get it, I'm just one insignifacant mandalorian, in a much larger wa-", he stopped when he saw his attacker, "You...".

"You can't run away from your past, you killed my father", he sneered and lunged at him, lightsaber in hand. Kael ducked but was still kneed in the face, prompting him to put on his helmet. And so he did, now his HUD showed a larger aspect of the fight 360 degrees larger. Kael moved quick kicking open a rectangular shaped container and pulling out a Beskar sword, swinging it around just in time to meet the lightsaber. A crack sounded, and another as the weapons collided, nothing could cut through Beskar.
Kael swung around and kicked his foe in the side of the leg, he raised his blade to end the fight, but the jedi extended his hand, sending him hurling into the control panel. His foe jumped, his blade coming down fiercly, Kael rolled and the saber slashed through the controls, sending the ship spinning out of hyperspace, propelling toward a planet, that Kael didn't recognize from space. The speed tore a hole into the cockpit, Kael grabbed on but the jedi didn't, Kael reached his hand and a wire came from it grabbing his foe. He hit a button, and the cockpit sealed. The two lay, gasping and moaning. Kael turned to the jedi. "He was my father too...ner'vod", he coughed, "He was injured, holding us back, putting everyones life in danger, he told me to leave him, it was the mando way".
"Well i'm a Jedi, I'm not a mando no more, and I cease to be you ner'vod since that day...Kael", the jedi exhaled angrily.
"Piro, let go, I can't change the pas-", the ship hit surface and everything went black for Kael.
When he awoke, his brother, Piro, was gone, vanished. Kael hadn't a clue where he was, but the look, smell, and feeling told him instantly it wasn't heaven", he got up and limped to a chunk of working control panel, sending out a static filled distress signal...

[[[[Seeya next week peeps]]]]

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"This is mercenary Sarzum DeVir for both the GA and the Mandalorians, anyone interested in aquiring a good merc of good reputation? If so then make a decent offer, I'll be sending my bankaccount in the following transmission," Aatos heard over Razma's comm link.

Aatos turned back to Razma. "Interesting. I have heard his name before," he says to Razma.
"What are you getting at Aatos?"
"Since this is a war, I may need a little help. Not much, but company is always a good thing, especially when you need someone to watch your back."
"I see, and you would want me to fork out another sum of credits for him?"
"You are paying me well over enough. You could take a few of mine and add a little, and pay this guy."
"I guess, if it is what you really want."
"Thanks old pal," Aatos says as he sits back and awaits Razma's Transmission. Aatos knows this is a smart move, the extra help will be good. In war, there is always room for someone to watch your back.

"This is Razma, If you are looking for a job, then come to these coordinates. You will be payed well," He says as he transmits the message and coordinates.

(Razma is an NPC, so you can Have conversation with him as you please.)

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"This is Razma, If you are looking for a job, then come to these coordinates. You will be payed well."

Sarzum smiled in his helmet and programmed a new course to the set of coordinates he had recieved. "Message recieved and headed for the coordinates... switch to a secure link if you please." Sarzum waited.

There was some static at first but then Razma's voice came through again. "Link established."

"Very good, now what would the job be where you need my humble person for and how much are you going to pay me?" Sarzum checked his sensors for a moment and some other shipinstruments while waiting for the reply.

"You will be informed after you've docked with us, we won't be discussing this for anyone to hear even while we have a 'secure' link and talk about payment can wait too."

Sarzum chukled. "Well it's at least good to know I'll be working for someone with enough smarts not to talk about a job on a simple comlink... I'm reaching the coordinates you've given me, you should have me on your sensors... right about... now." Sarzum leaned back in his chair, he wondered how he would act he was once Mandalorian after all but he decided to leave his clan to make a living as a mercenary/bounty hunter.

((thanks for informing me Aatos ))

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The Dawn of a New Age

Aatos saw the ship coming into view. He knew he had made a good decision. So far everything was going smooth. All that he had left to wait for was meeting the guy in person. If all went well, he would have someone to watch his back.

(No problem. Sorry about the short post, but not much to work with till you are on the ship.)

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"I know they're more on the Jedi side but I hope the wookies annihilate them." He said to himself hoping noone heard. He was in an alleyway practicing moves with his lightsaber constantly looking around to see if anyone was there and eventually stopped and sat down and fell asleep.

Sarzum docked the Black Hawk smoothly and got out of his chair. He encrypted his ship's systems with several passwords just in case and after he did that made his way out of his ship. Having placed his firelance rifle on his back he approached the 2 mandalorian guards who seemed to wait for him. "Hunter DeVir to see Razma about some work."

The 2 Mandalorians looked at his rifle, his wristweapons and the small blade attached to his belt. Sarzum followed their gaze and shaked his head. "I'll never surrender my weapons to anyone." The guards looked at him for a moment before they just turned around and walked away, Sarzum followed them.

After a while they reached the bridge, Sarzum noticed two persons turning their attention to him so he walked towards them. Stopping a few feet away he saluted, "Hunter Sarzum DeVir, former Mando'ad of Clan Vevut now living as a beroya."

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The Dawn of a New Age

Ta'Lan was meditating in the hold of his ship when the familiar, yet subtle shuddering of the ship alerted him to the fact that the YT-1930 was slowing down. Standing, the Zabrak set off through the cold, empty corridors of his modified freighter towards the cockpit via the galley.

Sitting down softly in the chair and taking another bite from the large piece of fruit, he simply watched the whirling visual effect of travelling past the speed of light. A light illuminating on the control panel before him alerted him to the fact that he'd have to refuel dirtside, though considering the planet he was going to be landing on, it seemed he would have to have the maintenance droid he kept in the remaining storage compartment to use one of the reserve fuel canisters manually. That was if he could land at all. The sight of the forest planet sharply stretched into view and with a swift scan of the area as he finished his fruit, Ta'Lan was pleased to find that there wasn't a substantial blockade in effect. There was a lot of radio chatter, but nothing he could use to his advantage.

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The ports of Mustafar were always a fun place.

"You bump into someone like me one more time and I'll blast you, y'little womp rat..." A drunken drawl muttered across the crowd, the voice belonging to what looked to be a tusked man with his head wrapped in bandages as he made to shove the young robed figure away from himself, thick hands finding nothing but air as he shifted lightly to the side and spun past him into a seat, leaving the man bewildered as to what happened before sighing lightly.

"I didn't bump you..." Drail murmured as he sat and eyed the crowd, looking about with a raised eyebrow before leaning back and breathing out slowly. He'd been here for a few months, now-a jedi among the sith, he figured, a perfect enough hiding place. Besides, being in a port like this allowed him to scout out the new arrivals. There were patterns forming, and it seemed to him that a certain type of people always preceded an invasion...

He hadn't been caught yet.

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Elyse sat, just waiting for her ship to make the full trip to Mustafar. At last she felt it shudder as the hyperdrive shut down; the computer beeping at her several times to let her know she had arrived. She wasted no time bringing the ship down onto the planet, heading straight for the landing docks.

As the P-38 gently touched down, she had already opening the cockpit, instantly feeling the warmth of the planet wash over her. She walked along the top of the ship, then dropped down to the landing pad, and headed for the exit. She noticed a man standing there; it was hard not to, he seemed much more prominently visible than the rest of her surrounding.

She made her way towards him, though she tried to make it seem like she wasn't directly heading for him; she couldn't, afterall, just walk up to someone and ask if they were a Sith, or ask to be taken to them.