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    Dostra System,
    Recruitment Run.


    Lena blinked as they dropped out of hyperspace once more, she couldn't wait to conclude this recruitment run, this would be her last recruitment attempt, at least if it offered a reasonable amount of recruits that is, before she would re-unite with her vessel which should have completed installing it's new systems, she had send a message to the Shadow's Regret, to Verat to join her as soon as possible. She had send a second message to Darth Jacoiba, they had the mutual goal to find a certain Bothan Jedi and in a sense she was looking forward to work with Jacoiba... at least she would not be as duplicitous as Andrea, or so Lena hoped. Thoorn's voice came over the intercom, rousing her they had reached their destination and were now in the Dostra System, the world of Thosa among them and a potential valuable species to recruit.

    The first thing you are able to make out is the presence of a Munificent Frigate, but one without CIS markings, you are being hailed by it as it launches a squadron of headhunters to intercept you, though it's main armament is not powered. "This system is independant, state your business and purpose here intruder."

    Lena coughed, so another of these was it, she would try to be courteous while making sure her crew kept an eye on the weapons systems of that frigate and the incoming headhunters. "My name is Lana Dosh, I have came here due to the reputation of the Draethos people of warriors, of which I have a need, do I have permission to enter your system?"

    After a few minutes that seem to stretch on like forever the frigate hails you once again, "Permission to enter the system granted." Your dropship moves closer to the planet but then the headhunters suddenly block your path and i fact every time you try to go around them the headhunter pilots seem to prevent you from going further, it is then that the one who spoke to you from the Munificent talks to you again. "As said permission to enter our system was granted, you have not in fact got permission to approach or enter our world."

    Lena grit her teeth, so this species, or at least this particular individual was going to take her every word as the literal meaning. Rolling her eyes Lena sighed before answering, "My humble apologies... can I land upon your world and possibly seek to recruit some of your people to my cause."

    "Permission granted, enjoy your stay on our world but do not stray too far from the spaceport, outsiders are not... too welcome to our world." Was the reply before the Munificent broke communications after they recalled their headhunters to return home. Your dropship is directed to a spaceport of medium size, there are not many signs of off-world presence but some are probably more than enough to indicate that they are at least somewhat welcome to outsiders as your dropship lands.

    Noting the spaceport Lena gathered and selected those who would go with her, Azai, Ko'Chul and four of the morgukai, two warriors & two hunters, and two of the Noghri Warriors were selected by her to accompany her outside. The spaceport was somewhat busy, she saw a number of representatives of various species going about, trading with the native Draethos. Clacking her tongue Lena turned to her small entourage and told her they were going to see if they could find someone, or ask direction to someone who could help her in gaining some of the native Draethos as recruits for her armed forces.

    The locals seem not very helpful, either ignoring you or giving you wrong direction when you ask them for any, looking for such a person yourself also proves to be fruitless until one Draethos who seemed a little friendlier than those you encountered before gestures you to a hall where those Draethos who seek worthy patrons to follow can be found, yet it is late when you arrive and while you are allowed to enter the warrior patriarch seems not all too pleased at your appearance on this late hour.

    Lena was getting a bit impatient and irritated with the behavior of these Draethos to her, or off-worlders in general, she hoped that their warriors would prove to be worth the trouble. She addressed the patriarch with respect, despite her current mood, or at least she hoped she did, it would not help her cause to alienate these people before she could gain recruits. "I am Lana Dosh, a seeker of warriors to bolster my armed forces and I have gathered that the Draethos are some of the finest that can be found, do you have any among your people who would wish to join me?" Lena quickly added, "I apologize however for coming at this late hour and intruding on your time as such."

    After a moment you sense that the patriarch seems to swallow any irritation he might have had for you coming into this place at this hour and nods, standing up and gesturing for you to follow him. "I am Talon, patriarch of the warriors housed under this roof, you can see if there are some among those here to take you as their patron but if words fail what will you do next... what are you willing to do?" He asks before leading you into some sort of assembly hall and reaching for a gong, ringing it, the sound traveling through the hall and beyond. Soon enough a number of Draethos came forward, out of their rooms, some clearly had been asleep before the gong woke them and they did not look really interested.

    Lena looked over the gathered Draethos, coughing softly she took a deep breath and began to speak. "Greetings warriors of the Draethos, I am here to seek out those of you who would wish to join someone like me who wishes to have warriors such as yourselves among my forces and follow me into battle across different corners of the galaxy, I know I am not off this world and not of your race but I will reward any in my service equally, as long as they perform their duties and follow my commands... now then do any of you wish to serve a alien patron such as I?"

    Your words do not seem to impress the gathered aspirant warriors, that or they are still half asleep to have even heard what you said, then one steps forward. "Words from a outsider, a off-worlder, what use are they to us? You wish us to choose you as our patron? Then prove you are worthy as such, I challenge you to a duel to prove if you are truly worthy to become our patron." At those words it seemed every Draethos in the assembly hall was awake murmuring their agreement with this and stomping their feet synchronized on the hard floor.

    The Patriarch steps forward and faces you. "A challenge has been made, either accept... or refuse and forfeit and begone from this place."

    Lena's eyes widened and then narrowed them, another duel? She had barely survived the one on Dathomir... at least this time she would not face a force using and dual wielding light-whip adversary, or at least so she hoped... "Very well I accept your challenge." She said glaring at the Draethos who had challenged her.

    The challenger has a sense of smugness and superiority while the others seem anxious to see this fight as you, your party and the Draethos are led outside, taking transportation to go beyond the spaceport, when you seemingly have reached your destination night has fallen completely, which is a bit of a problem even for one who can wield the force but these Draethos with their low-light vision see perfectly well in the dark, or at least better than you. You find yourself in the middle of the mountains, the wind is howling through the canyons and you can see evidence of caves nearby and possibly a much larger cave network within the mountain you can't see. The Patriarch gestures to both you and your challenger, "This will be the challenging ground for you both... this will be a hunt... and each of you will be the other's prey... defeat is settled only when one yields... or dies..." He gestures at two Draethos, "These will guide you within separate caves, in the mountains, the network of caves both of you will hunt and only one victor will return... may luck and skill favor the bold and cunning." Are the last words you hear as your guide motions for you to follow him into the caves, the initial part of the journey you and your challenger walk side by side but then at a crossroads within the cave network the guides split up and you and your challenger lose sight of each other as you are brought deeper into the mountain and then when the guide decides after enough twists and turns you have travelled enough he leaves without saying another word, leaving you in the darkness of the mountain.

    Lena sucked in a breath, it was dark all around her and she cursed softly, before closing her mouth quickly as the sound echoed across the tunnels. Well this was not good, she was in unfamiliar surroundings, in complete darkness and being hunted by a opponent who was not only probably familiar with these caves but whose species have evolved to see in the dark, or at least better than Lena could. After am moment's hesitation she turned on her sabercane, illuminating her surroundings, she was in the middle of a tunnel, she guessed that the direction from which she came was to her left, where the tunnel splits into 3 other tunnels but she could not tell for sure which one she had gone through, the other end to her right when she turned around was covered in darkness, the light of her saber unable to get to it. Steeling her resolve she turned to her left, getting deeper into the mountain did not have any appeal to her so she turned to the tunnel arc which splits in three, looking at each one and unable to make a decision Lena crouches down to the tunnel floor and places a hand on the stone surface, trying to see if her psychometry could tell her from which direction she had come or where the guide had vanished into.

    As images and scenes flash before your eyes, so many presences have trodden these tunnel floors, Draethos hunters, beasts native to these mountains and even others but as you shift through them you can find the most recent trail, that of you and your guide coming down here and then a little later your guide returning back the way you and him had travelled. Guiding your steps and illuminated with your saber you make your way back along the tunnels you and your guide have travelled. You pass through several tunnels and chambers until reaching a large inner chamber where you finally lose the trail, you are close to the point where you and your challenger parted ways, you can just sense it somehow but there are a total of nine different tunnels, including the one you just came from.

    Looking around at the various different tunnel entrances Lena shakes her head and mutters softly under her breath, this was just getting better and better, she knew that she was close to where she and that Draethos loudmouth parted ways but now she had lost the trail at a place like this with so many directions to go from. She was about to use psychometry again when a idea occurred to her and instead she decided to investigate this cavern or chamber she found herself in.

    Using your lightsaber for light you move around the inner chamber, it is mostly a flat surface with only some minor elevation from rock outcroppings here and there, you find the half decayed skeleton of some large but unknown beast to you in a corner, if it just died or was killed by something else you cannot say. It has some large boulders scattered here and there, seemingly broken fro the ceiling in a ground quake perhaps.

    As she inspects this cavern the beginnings of a plan became more and more on her mind as she put in details and a idea was truly formed. Starting fro the center of the chamber Lena was going to travel in several of the tunnels, till she reached a crossroads and then she would return to the chamber until she had done that with at least five of the tunnels.

    The first tunnel you get into goes on for quite a bit and you walk softly through it with your ligthsaber above your head to light your way, as you near a crossroad you sense something with your instincts and are just in time to jump back before the heavy but of a force staff slams into the spot you were just standing in and in the light of your ligthsaber you see the angry face of your challenger who seemed displeased that you were not sporting enough to remain where you were so he could have smashed your head in.

    With a yelp of both surprise and delight Lena thanks her instincts for warning her of what was about to come as she lunges toward the Draethos, intending to keep him either on his guard or scoring a hit while drawing upon the force for protection.

    Letting out a rumble that is eerily familiar to a growl at the back of his throat the Daethros blocks your attack and leaps back, out of your saber's range, holding his staff with one hand he removes a blaster from a holster at his belt and opens fire.

    Lena steps back, believing her challenger to continue another leap attack like he did initially but when she saw the blaster she cursed, moving her saber to block or deflect incoming blaster fire she also leaps forward to once again get within range with her saber.

    You manage to deflect and block some of the blaster directed your way but one of the bolts slips past your defense, hitting you in the chest, making you stumble slightly but you keep on your feet before you could reach the Draethos, your force protection saving you from injury or worse that the blaster bolt could have inflicted. Seeing you have gotten within the range of his staff but not your saber he lunges at you with a high strike, aiming for your head.

    With the wind knocked out of her, but once again thanking herself that she at least did not kill her master and father before he taught her to use force protection Lena catches her breath and sees the strike incoming. Trying to block it with her saber one-handed while flinging her hand with fingers outstretched at her challenger, trying to manipulate the dark side of the force to latch a tendril of force drain on to her opponent.

    The force staff and saber meet each other with such force that you barely are able to keep your grip on the hilt of your ligthsaber but somehow you manage it, blocking the attack and as the force flows through you a force drain tendril springs forth from your hand and makes contact with the Draethos, leeching some of his strength and stamina to you. With a grunt the Daethros stumbles, shaking his head to clear it before he lets out another angry growl-like sound and lunges at you savagely.

    Feeling a surge of energy coursing through her fro sapping some of her challenger's strength Lena meets the attack head on, with the intent to disarm her opponent.

    Confidence is good but overconfidence is something to be wary about and while weakened slightly from your force drain your Daethros opponent anticipates your attack and ducks, letting your saber slice through the air while he slams his force staff into your stomach making you double over, gasping for air and in pain. With a savage howl your opponent stands to your sides and raises his force staff for a downwards strike at you while you are vulnarable.

    Blinking due to the pain and gasping for air Lena senses that her challenger is about to finish her if she does not get herself together and blocks or dodges the incoming attack. Her pain, her fear, her anger of the predicament she is in... Lena draws upon those emotions and tries to channel them with the force into a force push to either hurl her challenger of his feet or slam him in the wall.

    Drawing power from your emotions, your fear, your anger the dark side of the force seeks for a release and as you mold it to slam the Draethos off his feet, it succeeds, even more than you hoped as he is pushed off his feet, his force staff spinning from his hand as he slams into a tunnel wall and collapses to the ground, dazed but only for a moment.

    With a grin Lena reaches for her sabre cane and ignites it once again, now the roles were reverses it seems, she wanted to kill him but a voice inside her told her to keep him alive, make him yield instead and savoring the look on her opponent's face and that of those other Draethos waiting on the surface as she came as a victor, with this one following her in defeat. So she lunged forward, intending to place her saber at his throat and force him to yield and surrender.

    Dazed the Daethros looks a bit blurry eyed, he sees you straightening yourself and igniting your ligthsaber, coming for him, dazed but somehow able to steady his hand he reaches for his blaster once more and levels it directly at you.

    The Daethros manages to shoot once but you deflect it easily and then you are upon him, your ligthsaber slicing through the blaster, destroying it, mercifully without exploding, and with your saber at his throat. Seeing you standing over him with a determined face and not to mention a lightsaber at his throat he gulps, trying to edge away from the blade. After a moment's hesitation he speaks, " I yield... you win... human off-world bitch..." You hear that last part muttered almost beyond your hearing.

    Lena almost, gave in to the temptation of killing him for those last words but she resists, she had won and now she was going to gloat. "On your feet, we have to find our way back to the surface and celebrate my victory."

    After a few twists and turns you, and your vanquished opponent find the way back to the surface without running into too much trouble, morning dawns however when you finally reach the surface exit but it reveals the presence of the transports that brought you all to this place, as well as the gathered Draethos and the members of your own party waiting for you.

    The patriarch waits till you and your opponent, looking clearly defeated, not to mention that you are holding his force staff, have gotten closer before he approaches and holds out his hand, at which you hand over the force staff of your opponent. Nodding to you without able to read the look on his face the warrior patriarch turns to the gathered Daethros and raises the force staff you gained from your opponent above his head. "She has been challenged and she has been victorious, who among you think this off-worlder to be worthy of being your patron!"

    At the words of the Patriarch only 6 step forward, to walk back to their transport in contempt of a off-worlder defeating one of their own, 26 however let out a cheer and praise you in their native language, vowing their loyalty to you, including the one you defeated in the caves, who has nowhere else to go on his homeworld now that he has been defeated by a outsider.

    Lena smiles wide, so far her luck seem to have lasted in these duels... though there were moments she feared she was going to be defeated... or worse... but in the end she was victorious and had gotten what she wanted, some new recruits, even if one of them might harbor a grudge against her... but she would just need to keep an eye on that one whenever she had to deal with him. Bidding her farewell to the patriarch she, her party and her new recruits used the transport to return to the spaceport and board her dropship, one step closer of returning to the Shadow's Regret.



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    Yaga Minor,
    Shadow's Regret, still in shipyard docks.

    It was exhausting every time but they continued to keep doing it nevertheless, they had nothing better to do, but wait. Except for Verat observing them and controlling the remotes. He was supervising the engineering teams installing systems but still came to practice with them as well, when Hannah asked he said it made him relax... and that he had a perverse joy at seeing the remotes he controls hit both her and Idoht in training. The Miraluka apprentice theorized that he imagines that every time a low yield stun or blaster shot that either stuns or gives them a minor burn he imagines it is Lena getting hit and not her apprentices.

    Hannah broke out of her thoughts and pondering as she ducked, a remote had come soaring towards her, as it was trying to ram her head. Idoht flicked his whip at it and it careened off course, crashing into a wall. Hannah cursed and spied Verat, working the remote controls off a command gauntlet, turning to Idoht she nodded and for once the Quarren apprentice did not make a snub at her or ignored her but nodded back. Time stopped and Hannah saw through the force how she and Idoht were standing in the training room, back to back, surrounded by remotes and then time flowed again and she was using force speed to break away, while Idoht whirled around and fought with whip and saber, keeping the remotes occupied and preventing them from attacking Hannah as she made a bee-line toward Verat, who saw her coming and for a brief moment looked scared before his resolve returned and he furiously started to give the remotes commands.

    Hannah heard Idoht scream in fury, apparently some of the remotes had blasted through his defenses, which meant they were going to come after her next but she was close enough now. Verat was backing away but not looking where he was going as he stumbled, crashing on his back and within moments Hannah was on top of him, smirking and bring her training saber down to stun the Givin, that smirk turned into a grimace as a remote, acting on it's last command fired on her unprotected back and she blacked out.

    All three of them came to in the ship's medical bay, a nervous bridge officer waiting to give a report. "Sir, lord and lady." He said. "We received a message... lady Lena is returning to Yaga Minor..."
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    The Wheel,


    "There was once a Nikto who loved to fish, but with only sands and rocks it was just too bad, so he went to naboo and got his wish, only to end up being eaten by a... hmm?" The Sluissi looked up from his personal computer, quickly closing it up and putting it in a slot on his belt as two people entered the corner of the cantina he had to himself, one he recognized as Bosh'tet, a Feeorin who he had dealings with before on the wheel, the other, a human female, young if he was any judge of her looks and face, who also looked a bit out of place. "Bosh'tet?" He asked, nodding at the human girl waiting while the Feeorin approached him.

    "Girl was looking for a slicer." The Feeorin was saying, shrugging over his shoulder at the girl behind him, I overheard her and figured you might help her out before one of the locals took advantage of fresh meat just off the transport."

    The Sluissi glanced at the girl for a moment, she did not seem the usual sort who needed a slicer, then again he wasn't really available, he was merely stuck here before he got to move on but he could help perhaps. "Thanks." He said, handing some credits to the Feeorin and waved the girl over as Bosh'tet left, "Greetings human, I am called Thrall, Thrall Pontax, you were looking for a slicer?" He gestured around at the rest of the cantina room, "This is one of the more... gentle and trustworthy establishments in this place, so please relax."

    Cha'alla hadn't been certain following the feeorin had been a good idea, but she had been running up against walls on most of the leads she had tried to run down and she was running out of leads. She hadn't had much of a choice in the matter. Now that she was here, apparently being introduced to a slicer who might be able to help her. She wasn't sure if this was a good thing or if it was just too easy. This Thrall Pontax telling her to relax unfortunately did little to put her at ease. Though unlike some of those she had met since coming to The Wheel, he didn't put her teeth on edge.

    “Pleased to meet you Mr Pontax, I'm Cha'alla Shellos, and yes, I am looking for a slicer. More specifically my… employer, wishes to utilize the services of one.”

    Thrall looked at this Cha'alla Shellos for a moment, studying her, she was definitely new to the Wheel, looking out of place like that, but the way she moved, talked and body language... reminded him off, but no that was probably out of the question. "Your employer you say, said with a pause... I know the kind, I will not pry, some identities of friends and those one work for are best to be kept a secret." He had his own to keep. "I can help, not myself I am sadly just waiting her for my own... employer, to pick me up. But I know some people who might help, depends on what kind of slicing work you need, short term or long term, things like that."

    “My employer is looking for a long term 'contract', remote and on site jobs of a possibly very wide variety.” Cha'alla said, trying not to say much but still give when info she could to help Thrall narrow down some candidates she might contact next. “I honestly don't have all the details myself.” Cha'alla admitted almost as an afterthought. It was true though Cyphor had only told her the bare details she would need to find a slicer that could fulfill the role he had planned, that and Cha'alla was pretty sure Cyphor was testing her, seeing how she could deal with challenges on her own.

    Thrall looked at Cha'alla with his species version of raised eyebrows. "That information is both helpful, yet at the same time it is not." He placed his hands together for am moment lost in thought before he grabbed his computer he had put away initially and set it up, the screen facing away from the human. "If we were any other place than the Wheel I would ask legal or illegal activities or work but if you came here you are looking for the latter... or desperate..." He looked at her for a moment not expecting a answer as he scrolled through names, until he selected a few. "There are, besides myself, three slicers on the Wheel that might work... but I can already tell you that two of them will more than likely clean out any financial accounts you might have when they feel like it, leaving just the one. 'To'." He said the name as if Cha'alla should have heard of this person. "He's reliable, trustworthy but... well all slicers are in their own way eccentric... we can see if he is still available."

    Cha'alla chuckled softly, she'd had more or less the same reaction to Cyphors instructions, another reason she though Cyphor was testing her. “ The work will probably have its share of legal jobs, but you are right to assume such things I would imagine.” She replied. “ Eccentricity however is something my employer is rather familiar with. I and I believe he, would certainly appreciate any help you can offer.”

    Thrall chuckled in return, offering a smile as he packed up his computer and slithered around the table, "I am a firm believer in helping out others when they need it and I'm blessed by working for someone who has a... similar view on things, with a galaxy at war it is sadly not often I see such spirit and behavior in fellow sentients." He escorted her to the cantina exit, "Speaking of such, if you have a weapon show it or at least make it appear you have one. It is sad but it seems if people believe you are armed and somewhat dangerous they keep you well alone on this station." He said patting his WESTAR Carbine slung across his shoulder. "Let's be off and see if To is still where he is supposed to according to my information..."

    It was some time later, they did not talk much, both of them had secrets to keep, or so Thrall figured from the way she had spoken about her employer and he because of his own, but the girl was pleasant company and really not the sort who seemed at home in a place like the Wheel. "- add two eggs, add a just a small amount of mustard, the version the Weequay and Nikto prefer and then that dish is simply to die for and... ah we are near the habitat To has listed as his living space on the Wheel." Thrall was saying as they went around a corner and was greeted by the sight of three burly humanoids, one human, a Nikto and a rather large Houk with their backs to Thrall and Cha'alla.

    "Last chance to pay up what you owe the boss... or we'll-"

    A excited and somewhat relieved voice spoke up, it's owner hidden by the three sentients in front of him. "Thrall! Help!" With a lurch the three sentients turn around and upon seeing both the Sluissi and Human they look angry at the interruption. "You two deal with those two idiots who shouldn't have walked into something they should keep well clear off." At that the Nikto pulls out a vibro knife and the human pulls a blaster.

    Her training and reflexes kicking in Cha'alla had her sabre hilt in her hand before the human could raise the blaster it drew, she had however the caution to leave the blade deactivated for the moment. Instead she focused her mind on the force, coating herself in its power to protect against any blaster hits, intending to use the sabre only as a last resort. With the Nikto moving forward she applied a little force power towards his feet, pushing enough to make him stumble, hoping that the situation could be resolved without anyone being killed, though she could admit to herself it was highly unlikely that would be possible.

    Thrall was actually not that much surprised to see To in trouble, just not expected to be dragged into it, he pulled out his blaster carbine and made to aim, when he noticed what kind of weapon the human grabbed, a lightsabre. His eyes widened but he turned his attention to the thugs. One of which suddenly stumbled to the ground, Thrall had noticed the way Cha'alla had moved her hand and did not ponder or question it and just brought his weapon to shoot at the downed Nikto, his carbine set on stun. Just as he fires his weapon he sees the human aim and pull the trigger of his blaster.

    “Sithspit.” Cha'alla swore as she noticed the human thug wasn't bothering to pick a target leaving her with limited options to try and limit how much of her training she revealed. So as she'd recently been learning more and more often of late a change of tactics even in a case such as this was sometimes the best course of action. Stretching out her hand towards the human she let fly with a stream of emerald lightning, sapping the thug of his strength and energy.

    Thrall cursed, the realization that this Cha'alla might be a jedi... or at least a force user going from the sabre and motions had distracted him that his shot missed the Nikto completely. Then the human decided to just shoot at them both with quick blasts, cursing softly Thrall dropped, moving his upper body to the ground and evade the shots. Thrall ducks in time to miss most shots but one of the blasts leaves a scorch burn on his left arm, letting out a yelp of pain but which got replaced by his eyes bugging out as he saw the green lightning spring forth from Cha'alla and hitting both thugs, knocking them out cold... or killing them he could not be sure. Though if it was meant to intimidate the Houk it failed who looked first at the downed thugs and then at Cha'alla, "Nice trick... get out of her before I get madder than I am now human." He says before drawing a vibro-ax and taking a menacing step forward.

    Cha'alla had been hoping the houk might decide he was outmatched, apparently he had a high opinion of itself. The same tricks that had worked on the other two thugs were less likely to be effective on this brute, emerald lighting would take too long to sap his strength and trying to use the force to knock him over would be tricky with his mass. Intimidation was not a tactic Cha'alla liked using but it was looking to be the only bloodless way out of this. Stepping in front of Thrall she ignited her sabre, the familiar hum and purple glow feeling comforting and calming to Cha'alla. “I assume you're aware of what a lightsabre can do to flesh and bone as well as just how ineffective that axe will be against one. Leave now and no one else need be hurt.”

    The Houk glances at the lightsaber for a moment and then at your face seeing nothing but determination as he holds up a hand, giving up. "Fine, keep the runt, but we'll be back-" He was saying before a blaster bolt hits him between the eyes and two more impact upon his chest, making him crash to the ground as two more blasts hit the downed human and Nikto. Thrall had raised himself and was aiming with his carbine in his right arm, his left arm throbbing from the burn as he then aimed his blaster at Cha'alla. "Sith... or Jedi..." Was all he said.

    Cha'alla was silent for a moment as she watched Thralls features for any indication as to what the wrong answer would be. Though considering his earlier comment about his own employer 'Sith' would likely end up with another fight on her hands. "Were I Sith I doubt I would have given that brute the opportunity to leave unharmed.” she said deactivating her sabre, trusting she had pegged the Sluissi correctly. “Would you like me to take care of that for you?” she then asked referring to the blaster wound.

    With that answer Thrall shrugged, lowering his carbine. "Good enough for me... appreciate it, but perhaps you can take a look at it later first... where's... To those goons are dealt with, get out whatever hiding place you stuck yourself in.

    ”Are they really gone?" A squeaking voice came from somewhere nearby.

    "They are dead, now come on out of hiding already." Thrall said, a little impatient.

    "I was not hiding!" The voice came again, a hint of outrage in his voice. "Merely observing, as he came into view, from under a large dumpster, he was short, his visible features were rodent-like as his large eyes and nose sniffing the air. "You brought a friend? Clearly better help than you, introduce us.

    Thrall rolled his eyes, wincing at the pain his arm was giving him. "Cha'alla meet-”

    "Toortaryunikoshtamnar." The sentient said with some pride.

    "-or easily referred to as To." Thrall added quickly.

    "That is not my name!" To said out loud with irritation, before calming and bowing to Cha'alla. "But if the lovely human would prefer she can call me To." Said the short sentient, a Chadra-fan.

    “A pleasure to meet you Toortaryu... I think it might cause less headaches if I stick with To.” Cha'alla replied as she placed her sabre back within the folds of her clothing where it was undetectable to a casual glance.

    If To showed displeasure at being called as such he did not show it. "Now then... why did the two of you ruin this for me! I had them right where I wanted, now it's all for nothing, there better be something that will make up for this!"

    Thrall looked at Cha'alla and shrugged, 'eccentric' he mouthed before turning back to To. "This here woman is looking for a slicer... and since all the good ones are unavailable you made the mark. So she's got work for you."

    The Chadra-fan looks at Cha'alla with big, interested eyes. "Oh really? Will it be exciting? Challenging? Lucrative? ... Dangerous?" The last part was added with some fear of the answer.

    Cha'alla glanced upwards slightly as she replied “Knowing my master, all of the above could very well apply.” Her tone was ever so slightly sarcastic, it was true of course though things usually didn't start out that way. “It would be a long term deal, and you'd need to leave The Wheel of course, though if these,” she gestured to the now dead thugs “are any indication that could actually be a bonus for you.” she finished with a grin.

    To looked at the bodies then at Cha'alla and quickly nodded. "Agreed, when do we leave? Never worked with Jedi before, is it as fun as Thrall said it is?"
    Thrall shook his head, "She ain't the Jedi I work for To and keep a lid on that tongue, we don't say the 'J' word, let's get away from here." He winced again. "Would like that look at my arm now too, or later when we are away from this place."

    “Fun would not be the word I would usually use...” Cha'alla near muttered under her breath. “We can leave almost immediately. I have one or two lose ends to tie up and I believe Thrall and myself should have a more in depth chat about our respective employers.” At the mention of the Sluissi slicer she briefly closed her eyes and raised her hands to his injured arm. And let the force flow through her, promoting the natural healing of the arm.

    Feeling, whatever it is Cha'alla was doing, working Thrall shivered as the unfamiliar feeling went over his arm and wound, but when she was done the scales on his arm did not look burned anymore, bit pinkish but she had started the healing process quite nicely. "My thanks and perhaps we should... I am sure we each have a interesting tale about our employers."

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    "There he comes." Thrall said, he and Cha'alla, with To running back and forth gathering what possession he had in his living habitat on the wheel, had a most enlightening conversation about their 'employers', in that both were Jedi and he had then offered to arrange a meet between her and his friend and employer Tohkran Koll who was arriving at the station to pick him up. Now they were standing at a observation window of a docking bay, watching as a Nu-class shuttle entered through the mag-con field and landed, lowering it's ramp a moment later, making a single figure dressed in simple gray clothes with a hood covering most of his head and face walk out with a slight limp, leaning on a cane.

    Upon seeing him the Sluissi slithered toward the docking bay doors as they slid open and the figure walked through them. "Ah, Thrall waiting for me I see... who are they?" The figure said upon noticing Cha'alla and To coming up behind Thrall."

    Thrall turned slightly around. "The Chadra-fan is To..." Thrall paused to look pointedly at the Chadra-fan in question as he opened his mouth to object at the name before he continued the introduction. "The human woman is called Cha'alla."

    Tohkran looked at both of them his eyes settling on the human woman he inclined his head in greeting, one head leaning on his cane, the other briefly stroking his largely hazel-brown beard with some streaks of gray appearing in them. "A pleasure to meet you, I am called Tohkran Koll." Out of habit Tohkran reached out with the force and sensed something very familiar about the human woman. "Ah... I get a sense that whatever conversation we should have should be away from whatever ears and eyes that are no doubt in the very walls of this station. If you all would join me on my ship?" He said gesturing to his shuttle, "We can talk aboard the shuttle on my way to my vessel, unless you prefer to be on your own ship of course."

    “Quite preceptive Mr Koll, I am equally pleased to meet you.” Cha'alla replied as she made a slight bow of respect. “As I came to The Wheel by shuttle your ship would make the most sense.”

    Tohkran smiled, "Very well, if you all would follow me." He said as he went before them and back on the shuttle, as Thrall slithered inside Tohkran stopped him, a questioning look on his face but Thrall shook his head and the Jedi sighed. "Too good to be true I guess." Tohkran was shaking his head as he went to the forward section and the pilot, his padawan, Meilyan. "You can take us back to the Illusion Meilyan, in addition to Thrall we picked up some guests."

    The female Mon Cal nodded and already prepped the engines. "As you wish master Koll, leaving within five minutes."

    Nodding his thanks Tohkran returned to the passenger space of the shuttle and sat down opposite Cha'alla. "So now that we are somewhat private we can talk, Tohkran Koll, jedi master, now that's out of the bag why don't you fully introduce yourself. And how you came to the Wheel and met up with that rogue Thrall here." He said indicating the Sluissi who had strapped himself in a seat, going through files on his computer.

    “Cha'alla Shellos, padawan to Master Cyphor Feylar.” Cha'alla replied. “My Master sent me to The Wheel to recruit a slicer into his operations that search lead me to Thrall who in turn assisted me in finding To there.” She said gesturing to the Chadra-fan slicer. “there was a small... altercation with some thugs and I was had to use the force to defend us, I imagine you can picture the course of events from there Master Koll.”

    After a moment Tohkran chuckled before he replied, "I can indeed imagine the course of events that may have come after that, I'm just surprised that Wheel Security isn't hot after your heels. So this is what keeping a low profile is like Thrall?" He said the last part to the Sluissi who just snorted and continued selecting files and programs on his personal computer. There was a small thud as the shuttle lifted off and pulled in it's landing struts, indicating they were headed out of the docking bay toward the Illusion of Grace, Tohkran's vessel. "Well we are on our way it seems, my apologies it has been... a long time since I have been in the company of others besides my own friends and crew, but due to a... interesting worded message I decided to venture back into this corner of the galaxy, I don't suppose you know something about the followers of Ashla?"

    I know as much as any student of Jedi history, Ashla is what the ancient Je'daii called the light side of the force.” Cha'alla said as if teaching some of the younglings Cyphor kept at the creche. “Unless of course you have a more... recent interest in the term, an interest that would lead me to believe that you have a contact within the Bothan Spynet.”

    Placing both hands on top of his cane Tohkran leaned back in his seat. "Indeed, a message, curiously worded reached my ears through certain Bothan contacts I have developed, curious enough for me to venture this far back in the mid rim. If you know of it then either you must have gotten the same message or perhaps your or your master are responsible for distributing it?" Tohkran asked, raising a curious eyebrow.

    “My Master had it spread through the network. He believes that the clone wars might be the opportune time for the remaining Jedi to gather. To what end I do not know, there are some things my master prefers to keep to himself.” Cha'alla said smiling.

    "Hmm, I personally thought to remain hidden while this war lasted but... strange rumors of late come through the network, soldiers and warriors being recruited and not by Republic, CIS or even Syndicate recruiters but others, outsiders, increased pirate activity in the outer rim, the list goes on... I guess that message was the final straw that made me decide to venture back into this space and see what could come of it." He looked at the padawan, the young woman in front of him. "I would very much like to meet your master, but was hesitant to send a reply over the comm frequency provided in the message, out of some distrust I must admit if it was genuine or not."

    “My Master has heard many of the same reports and has recently decided to step up his own activities as a result. He also admitted that the comm frequency in the message was risky, but less so than handing out direct contact information. He seems to have met an increasing number of Sith in recent years and it has him a little worried that he has had little contact with other jedi.”

    "After the Order disbanded and it's surviving members scattered to the deepest corners of space... well suffice to say it has become hard to be a Jedi and more of a target when there are many gathered in one place... but perhaps now we should start banding together once more, though I still loathe to send a message by comm..." Tohkran paused as his shuttle docked once more and his padawan reported that they had landed at the Illusion of Grace. "Ah we have arrived, Meilyan gather Goddor and Halena if you would please, I think the library will make a good room for conversation. Thrall I am sure you are missed in engineering, perhaps your friend To can accompany you?" He gestured to Cha'alla to follow him out of the shuttle in the docking bay, where a number of Kiffar pilots were providing maintenance to some Grace Fighters upon seeing them Thrall let out a snort and slithered quickly to them. Tohkran merely chuckled, "Those fighters are his design, he doesn't like it overly much if they do this kind of thing without him, now then could you perhaps tell me something about your master while we walk? Or what brought a padawan away from his master, finding a slicer on your own seems a bit... questionable. You can keep it to yourself, even Jedi can keep some secrets to themselves if it might harm their interests or allies."

    Nodding slightly Cha'alla followed Tohkran from the hanger, sparing a glance for To and Thrall as they went off to do, well whatever it was they were doing. “Master Cyphor has been making an effort to keep the traditions of the Jedi alive by nurturing and training young force sensitives he locates, keeps them from being persecuted just for being born with the ability to use the force as well.” For a moment she paused and smiled to herself, “He found and took me in when I was just four years of age, he's been something of a father to me all these years.” Pausing again and collecting herself she continued on a slightly more serious tone, as though the prior sentence was something she may have preferred not to have said in hindsight. “He can be a little unorthodox at times and there are several tradition of the Order that he chooses to ignore if it suits him, such as his insistence that I not call him Master.” Again she stopped, thinking this time that she may be rambling a bit, not letting Tohkran get a word in edgewise.

    Tohkran chuckled. "I have found that certain of the old traditions are somewhat flawed, then again the whole history of the order is filled with contradictions, at one point it was quite common to have younglings be kept in touch with their birth parents, then it was not... and then they again changed the rules. It was quite confusing at times as I read and studied what records I gathered for my studies." He paused gesturing for Cha'alla to enter a elevator and then entered himself selecting a level on the ship. During the ride he continued, "Your master sounds like he cares for his people, especially the future generation of jedi, I must admit I let my padawans refer to me as master, though I scorn on that habit when we are planetside and discretion is needed more. I myself have been... well some choices I have made would have sure had me expelled from the Order in the days of old but they did not lead me to the dark side either. But I had to ensure the survival of myself, my charges and those people who depend on me for their continued survival."

    “ I can understand that Master Koll, hard times sometimes call for difficult decisions, Master Cyphor and I have been in similar situations.” Cha'alla replied.

    They had reached the library and Koll motioned for his guest to enter, it was a miniature version of the library of the old Jedi Academy on Coruscant, but with a circular table in the middle at which Tohkran took a seat and motioned for Cha'alla to do the same if she wished. "It seems that your master and myself share some things in common then, I will look forward to meet him, preferably as soon as possible." He placed his cane on the table and placed his hands together in front of his face, the elbows resting on the table. "I don't suppose you are headed back to your master? In that case I could offer you and your new friend a ride."

    “I'm afraid I won't be just yet, Master Cyphors vessel if currently undergoing a small refit, It won't be ready for another couple of weeks. Until then Master Cyphor is taking care of other business while I've been placed in charge of the ship. I don't expect I will see him again until the refit is complete.” Cha'alla said, carefully avoiding stating that the Pandorum was in a separatist shipyard.

    Tohkran watched the padawan for a moment chuckling, "I sense your unease padawan Cha'alla, please you are among friends, or at least I hope to think so, feel free to say anything I won't be offended, and if it is a secret you wish to keep then that is more than fair." He shrugged, "I have been asking several questions, feel free to return some, ask about me, my ship, my crew, whatever comes to mind. I have not many secrets for fellow Jedi."

    Just as Tohkran voiced those words the doors opened and three people entered, "Ah my padawans have joined us it seems, allow me to introduce you." He gestured to the Mon Cal female who inclined her head and placed her hands together. "You might have seen Meilyan briefly on the shuttle." He gestured to a Rodian next, a hood over his face, antenna sticking out of the top. "Goddor who I picked up from the streets of Mos Eisly and finally." His hand gestured to a young Zabrak woman, her arms crossed as she looked warily at Cha'alla. "Halena, who came to be my pupil after I showed her that her former master, a sith, was taking her down a dark path."

    Halena snorted, "More like I had nowhere else to go after you killed him."

    Tohkran looked at her pointedly but received a indifferent look back, letting out a soft sigh Tohkran turned to Cha'alla. "This is Cha'alla, padawan to master Cyphor who was responsible for that message calling us back to this part of the galaxy."

    “It is a pleasure to meet the three of you.” Cha'alla said as she took a moment to look them over, first Halena, then Goddor and finally her gaze came to rest on Meilyan. The recognition dawned on Cha'alla rather quickly, Meilyan was like her. “You're a healer?” Cha'alla said to her though the tone sounded anything but questioning. “It's nice to meet another who applies herself to the healing ways of the force.”

    The Mon Cal blinked before a smile appeared on her facial features. "Likewise, I prefer to use the living force to do just that... preserve and build life." She turned to some flowers that were placed in the Library, extending her hands and let the force flow through her. At first nothing happened and then the flowers grew and blossomed before everyone's eyes. "Heal and grow life..." The Mon Cal said with wonder.

    Tohkran chuckled. "Ever since the living force guided her and made her understand the power to grow plants like that she has been pressing me to install a hydroponics bay under her care. Unfortunately funds need to be acquired first."

    “That's quite impressive.” Cha'alla remarked at the display of the force. Turning back to Tohkran She addressed the master again. “I can understand your situation well, Master Cyphor is frequently planning upgrades to his ship or expansion of his operations and runs into the same issue. I believe that may be a central reason to why I was sent here to find a slicer.”

    Tohkran nodded, "Well providence or the force, depending on one's view has brought Thrall and you on a path to meet each other like you did." He rubbed his chin leaning back in his chair. "Very well it's settled, at least for myself, I'd like to meet your master Cyphor padawan Cha'alla. Do you perhaps now of your master's plans for a easy location to meet?"


    “I believe my Master would welcome such a meeting. I do not know his plans for the next few weeks before he returns to the ship unfortunately, but were you to suggest a time and location on the comm frequency attached to the message you received I'm sure he would make an effort to meet you there.”Cha'alla replied with a smile.

    Tohkran nodded, “Then that is what we'll do.” He rose from the table and using a hand to support him moved toward Cha'alla extending a hand. "I think that concludes our meeting... it was good to meet another jedi, or at least a jedi in training... Meilyan will escort you and your slicer friend back to the Wheel to your ship, may the force be with you padawan Cha'alla."

    "And may the force be with you Master Tohkran, with all of you."

    Tohkran smiled and nodded, watching her go with Meilyan, at a gesture his other padawans left too, his gaze lingered on Halena and he shook his head, that one was full of fire and anger, perhaps meeting a other jedi master might help, when he was alone he recorded a simple message and let Thrall know to send it along the provided comm frequency, message was reading as followed. "Greetings, your message has been received and responded to, a meeting is most agreeable, perhaps at the world were revenge was found." Cathar was the world where a old jedi had taken the first step to become a sith, Darth Revan before he was once again turned back to the light, he hoped Cyphor would get the reference.

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    The Illusion of Grace,

    After the padawan had left Tohkran had left the library, moving to the vault directly next to the library, like the lbirary it was a repositry of knowledge. It calmed his mind to talk to the holocrons of the jedi he had found and gathered over the years, there was one single pyramid shaped sith holocron among the jedi holocrons, it was a holocron he found in possession of the sith who was master to his padawan Halena, at least before Tohkran killed him and took Halena as his padawan. He rather not touch that particular holocron but sometimes it was best to keep such knowledge nearby. He sat crosslegged on the ground in the middle of the vault and focussed his mind, his will and his connection to the force upon one point, meditating and activating holocrons at random, letting the whispered voices of old, death jedi be heard, telling them of their teachings, their beliefs and philospies.

    How long he had been in his vault he did not know but when he emerged all three of his padawans were waiting for him, leaning on his cane as the vault door behind him closed he looked at them with raised eyebrows. "Padawans? Is something the matter?"

    The three of them looked at one another before Meilyan stepped forward as Tohkran's oldest and most senior pupil. "Master, will we truly meet another jedi?"

    Tohkran chuckled, "We already have met another jedi, or does padawan Cha'alla not count according to you?" Tohkran held up a hand to stall a reply, "If your question is that we meet another jedi knight or master then yes so it would seem." He turned to face each padawan, "I assume that this master Cyphor has more than one padawan, at least he has taken care of a number of younglings to take care and train them to use their potential of the force from what his padawan told us... which speaking of which we should really train, so if all of you would accompany me?" He smiled when he saw the sullen looks on his padawans, accompanied by a groan from Halena. But they followed him without voicing a complaint, passing the crew of various species and worlds, verpine engineers going conducting maintenance on some systems, several mouse droids going on about their business but as they got closer to the center of the ship, where the former passageways, cargoholds and ship quarters had made room for the training and exercise areas for Tohkran, his padawans, ship crew and the armed forces aboard this vessel.

    The area was filled with the noise of training weapons impacting upon each other, Kiffar Guardians were training among themselves or with some of Tohkran's Barabel, the latter preferring their claws or training blades or clubs to fight with the staff wielding Kiffar. On another side, where the blaster ranges and target practice could be found where the majority occupied, both Kiffar and Barabel as well as a number of the crew, security troopers, common crew members and even some Verpine. Nobody stoppedi n their trianign exercises as Tohkran and his padawans walked past, some, who were not occupied saluted, waved or said a general greeting at which Tohkran replied with a smile and sometimes a exchange of friendly words or a joke or two. They even passed Thrall who had exchanged his personal computer for his WESTAR carbine and was training with a number of Barabel hunters at the shooting range, shooting at quick appearing holographic targets who dissapeared within seconds.

    They reached a dome in the middle of the training grounds, in front of it was a large figure waiting, leaning upon the haft of a large vibro-ax that seemed custom built for a person such as him, Tohkran approached him with a smile and raised his arm to place a hand on the bulging shoulder of the Herglic. "Lorax, my good friend, what can I do for you."

    The herglic hummed and snorted, looking at Tohkran and then at his padawans. "Wondering if you and your padawans could use another sparring partner."

    Tohkran glanced at his padawans from the corners of his eyes, Halena had paled, Goddor's antenna were nervously twitching and even Meilyan had big eyes as she looked at the large Herglic and his vibro-ax. Tohkran shook his head. "I'm sorry my friend but afraid not..." He saw his padawans sigh in relief in unison behind him and smiled as he continued. "At least not with that massive axe of yours, grab a training version and you are more than welcome to join us, I imagine my padawans are more than welcome to the extra sparring partner." And with that Tohkran chuckled and went inside the dome, reaching out with the force to make a training saber fly toward his outstretched hand while he heard the stomping sounds of Lorax going for a replacement weapon for his axe.
    A lone figure standing in a room and a shadow is moving, closer and it closer it comes.

    A blade flashes, a silent scream and the shadow is just a shadow once more.

    Dark red blood is spilled and darkness rules the room as it always will.


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    Zygerrian Dropship, en route to Yaga Minor.

    Gra'tua was once again in the confines of the zygerrian dropship, now more cramped with thirty Mandallian Giants mulling around, but he moved with purpose among the men, some who already were up to speed and made way for him and even saluted or otherwise respectfully acknowledged his presence as he moved to a locker he had privately acquired for himself reaching inside he came with the item he wanted and moved to the hover truck they had acquired on Mandalore, Kyr'am and Latesh were flanking the entrance as he went inside, giving them orders he was not to be disturbed. Inside the hold of the truck he put the item down, a now all too familiar holocron... bringing forth mixed emotions from Gra'tua, anger, irritation among them... but also curiosity as he activated the holocron with the force. "Hello once again Goreamas... time to resume our previous discussion..."

    "You've gotten smaller Gra'tua." Goreamas said passing his gaze over the Mandallian Giants outside the truck. "Perhaps standing on a stool would help."

    "And you've gotten even more infuriating than you were before... besides those Mandallians follow my commands, I have no inferiority complex about my size because of them. They were swayed with my words alone even... if only that would help against tight lipped sons of murglaks like you..." Gra'tua looked at the holographic image of Goreamas floating before him. "You still want a body, a droid body?"

    "You have my conditions, a vulture droid built to my specifications. Of course, I might decide to cut out the middle man..." He said mysteriously. "You aren't exactly too hard to replace, even if you are difficult to kill. So you swayed a bunch of primitive halfbacks with words. My Apprentice showed more promise than ... well lets not dwell too long on inane talk, why do you ask, changing your mind?"

    "Those 'primitive halfbacks' stopped the Taung, the true born Mando'ade race, or any other Mandalorian attack to try and conquer them... something that can't be said about the Sith." Gra'tua crossed his arms. "I am not inclined to give you a killing machine for a body that can also achieve flight... I could be convinced to see if you can be housed inside the body of a A-series assassin droid... if you look at the specifications of what my people know about this CIS droid you might be impressed of their capabilities and functions." Gra'tua continued. "Which I was going to propose during our last chat if someone decided not to simply turn himself off..." He added with some irritation creeping in his voice.

    "The A Series assassin droid is incapable of being modified to my specifications. It is significantly unworthy of me." Goreamas looked out of the truck through its windows with something approaching contempt. "Did you think I would truly accept a poorer specimen?"

    "Not really." Gra'tua said eying the 'dead' sith lord. "But did you really think I would give you what you want?" He moved closer his mask inches from Goreamas's holographic face. "The way you have acted, the way you act now... and that what you did the last time we talked... I'd like some questions answered... specifically about what kind of modifications you like to 'specify' for a droid body or how someone like you, whatever you can use the force... though I'm guessing I'm no longer dealing with a simple holocron but more like your ghost, ripped out from your body because you were too afraid to die."

    "The modifications are a complex set of interfaces required to properly interface me with the droid body. While I may or may not need this trinket, it does make certain tasks easier, especially with the correct interface." Goreamas laughed. "And don't bother trying to lecture me about fear of dying. After all. I. Am. Here." He gestured magnanimously at his holographic self.

    "Yes and look at how the mighty have fallen, relying on someone else to do your dirty work for you... let me make this clear I simply will not allow you to have a vulture droid... I rather prefer you without a ability to fly and rather keep you close to the ground." In lightsaber range Gra'tua added in his mind. "So you want bigger... how big... would a Magnaguard suffice, those are wider than those assassin droids."

    "Not even close. A Magnaguard, while eminently capable, is also a meter shorter than your first offer. Tsk tsk. Are you trying to deceive me Gra'tua, or are modern Sith simply bad at arithmetic?"

    "I usually destroy droids, I never used them as a bargaining chip with a immaterial sith lord who wants to use one as a bdoy... look up the data of SD-6 Hulk Infantry droid... I'm starting to think with talking about size you want to compensate for something..."

    "Three point five meters tall, good armour, good sensors, excellent armament..." Goreamas smiled. "But it can't fly... no, I don't think I'm ready to diminish my demands. Perhaps I should push for a CIS Droid Tri-Fighter instead."

    Gra'tua fumed on the inside, he wanted to leash it with a lightsaber or lightning at that smug face of Goreamas right now, turning his back he was lost in thought when something hit him... something of a pet project of his he was going to do for himself... when he spoke his voice came out like a whisper. "If you are still in my database... check personal projects... file Reviving Dead Glory..."

    "Check it out? Are you kidding, I actually corrected some errors you had in the power distribution for the chest area. It would be adequate for my needs. I will provide you the necessary modifications to make it work for my needs, keep to your word I'll furnish you with complete schematics for the original craft." He paused. "But I warn you fail to match even one specification and I'll purge everything do do with that project."

    Gra'tua turned around and clasped his hands behind his back. "I suggested that yes... I have not yet consented upon making it... I want you to tell me what you are planning to do if we succeed in... building that particular droid and successfully house your essence or whatever inside it..."

    "Whatever I care to, perhaps help you, there are many treasures. Perhaps see an old friend. Perhaps even show you where I acquired those droids I defended my home away from home with."

    Gra'tua was silent, looking at Goreamas for the longest time before he snorted. "Very well, we have a deal... for now... cross me and you'll die though... I will make sure to find a way to do it."

    Goreamas smiled. "A number of Sith and Jedi better than you tried and failed Gra'tua. I know you feel a need to make such threats, it's in our nature. But it's best not to threaten someone you don't even fully understand. You'll find the adjusted schematics in your personal system in an hour's time. Don't delay too long Gra'tua, or I'll just find someone else to carry me." With that the holocron shut down.

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    Minor Stop,
    Resupplying upon the world of Agamar.

    Gra'tua and Kyr'am were resting and watching, they had just finished a consuming training session, battering against each other with training sabers, Gra'tua was the more skilled of the two and ended the match with a victory but his flesh and blood was improving steadily, but not nearly as fast enough as he'd hoped. Then again he was questioning himself if he was not perhaps somehow preventing her from achieving more, after all if there was one certainty it was that even family can't be trusted among the sith, especially since her mother was Andrea. But those were worries for another time, they were watching the rest of the troops unwind after being cooked up inside the dropship. Getting supplied had been easy but Gra'tua had ordered the troops to also get some training done since this world was largely off the grid and mostly a agri-culture planet, with isolated communities spread around who wouldn't notice their presence if their life depended upon it.

    His eyes wandered over Latesh, some of the Mandalorian warriors were harassing her from all around, making her swing her twin sabers in a frenzied display of parrying and blocking strikes, it was impossible to miss them all however, Gra'tua knew that and that's why he had ordered the Mando'ad warriors to do exactly that. It forced her to adapt, to learn and either increase her skill or make her tap into the force, drawing upon her anger and frustration and somehow mold it in a new power to help her... and evidently it happened because she was struck not once but five times in quick succession by low yield blaster shots. At that moment Gra'tua paid more attention, he felt it, perhaps even before Latesh felt it as her frustration and anger grew because of the pain and humiliation and she tapped into the force, she did not notice as she was parrying blaster bolts but again two blaster shot got through her defense but they dissipated before they could do any harm. "Force protection..." Gra'tua murmured, impressed but grinning as Latesh failed to keep concentration and got shot again as the force protection failed, Gra'tua just nodded to the Mandalorians to continue.

    A ruckus made him turn around, watching Canderous train, he and some of the Mandallian Giants were facing each other, the swordmasters, though some of these mandallians also carried heavy two-bladed vibro-axes instead of the heavy two handed vibroswords. There was some distance between the Mando'ad lieutenant and these Giants but by some unspoken signal both Canderous and the Mandallians charged at one another, the sight of these Mandallians charging was fearsome, they were somewhat slow but Gra'tua knew they would keep on coming, taking a lot of punishment before being taken down, Canderous however met them head-on, walking purposelessly toward them, squeezing the trigger of his modified e-web and let loose a hail of blaster bolts at the Mandallian giants while keeping up his advance, never flinching or moving out of the way.

    The next scene was of his other lieutenant, the one who had failed and disappointed him greatly in the raid on Mandalore, her actions would have made him the laughing stock among the Clans if it hadn't been for Canderous. But it seems she was making up for it, her actions as a soldier had failed miserably but now she was commanding some of the Mandalorian warriors and the majority of the Mandallians in a mock battle and strategy and actually showing some skill for that as the troops and formations they were moving in actually seem to follow her commands and accepted her as a leader, even the Giants were doing as she ordered them. There was hope for her yet... which reminded him about something.

    It was some hours later and they were packing up, returning to the dropship but Gra'tua stopped his lieutenants before they entered. "I am officially alor of clan Gra'tua... the recruits and your Canderous have accepted me as such and become part of my clan... but you..." He said turning to his other lieutenant. "You and the others who were with me... are either still Scarram or of a other clan... this will have to change... the moment we are back on the Kandosii Naast I want all my Mando'ade warriors gathered and give them their official names and make them part of clan Gra'tua... now if you still wish to be one of my al'verde... then so will you... will you accept a new name..."

    She did not hesitate, pulling off her helmet and placing it in the crook of her arm before saluting him in Mandalorian fashion. "Shereshoy, alor Gra'tua." Was all she said.

    He looked down upon her through the slits of his mask and placed a hand on her forehead, letting force lightning dance around his hand, but only around his hand. "The warrior you were, the warrior you were raised to be... has died... now rise and be reborn... Andrieke, warrior and al'verde of clan Gra'tua..."
    A lone figure standing in a room and a shadow is moving, closer and it closer it comes.

    A blade flashes, a silent scream and the shadow is just a shadow once more.

    Dark red blood is spilled and darkness rules the room as it always will.


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    Before the reporter can ask her any questions a race official approaches, "Facilitator Devaton bids you welcome to the Amazing Lantillian Race... If you could please sign these documents?" The document appears to be on a basic level that any participant agrees that the race officials are in no way responsible for any harm that might befall a participant's shuttle, crew, the reporting crew or the main participants themselves during injury, damage of propierty or even death. There is a subclause that indicates that if you don't sign you will not be allowed to race. The reporter is handed similar documents and he pales a little, sputtering but signs them anyway.

    "Pen." Fill (in complete contrast to the reporter) grins as she holds her hand out. She hastily signs the documents and hands them back to the official.

    The Official thanks you and hurries along to the next race participant. Your shuttle pilots had been watching it with smirks on their faces, eager to get going and show off their piloting skills on the big holographic picture and report to you that the shuttle is good to go and that they are about to move to the starting location of the race. As your shuttle moves into position you see the other participants in this race in all sorts of craft of various sizes, to small personal shuttles like yours, to even some military grade shuttles and dropships. After you and the others are moved into position a voice comes over the communications channel, broadcasting on all frequencies, accompanied by a the image of a rather heavyset Gran in luxurious clothes.

    "Fellow sentients of all corners of the Galaxy! Welcome to the Amazing Lantillian Race, I am Facilitator Devaton at your humble service! A applause to our brave contestants who will do their best to reach the end destination of this race!" The view changed to a stadium somewhere, where rows upon rows of benches where filled with sentient races of all sorts and sizes, cheering and clapping before the view changed back to Devaton. "Even with a Galaxy at war there is time for events such as this race, at which I wish to thank both the CIS and Republic for allowing a ceasefire along the route of the race, while their skirmishes would provide excellent hazard courses it would not be too sporting." He laughs at his own joke before he continues. "Now then the goal for this race is the world of Boz Pity, the graveyard world of a long death species... the objective.. .get there in one piece... the rules... well suffice to say that the only rule is that after leaving Onderon Space the only rule is that you may not actively destroy your competitors... disabling fire only folks, those who destroy a particpant in lethal weapons fire will be disqualified... have fun folks!" With that the comm channels go quiet, for a moment before being replaced with a countdown of twenty seconds.

    The reporter, sitting in the back next to a wookie, bites his lip while Fill encourages her pilot to kick the shuttle's tail. "Three, two, one..." She counts down along the commentator's voice, "And go!"

    The shuttle blasts off at high speed, instantly finding itself contest others. Fill looks back to see the sniveling reporter being pushed into his seat and Nimmel nervously shaking her head in dissaproval. "What if we smash into something!" She says, but both Fill and her pilot pretend not to hear her.

    "Try looking for shortcuts." The young jedi suggests, eyes sparkling like another girl's would if their daddies bought them a pony. "Keep going!" Fill cheers as she hastily scans around her to search for new paths. Her pilots, more than used to Fill's usual enthusiasm and antics, wisely refrain from max speed. Still, the shuttle is likely to be one of the faster ones in the race.

    (First Race Lap Result:}
    The initial run goes without a hitch as you and the other participants leave the Onderon System and enter hyperpsace following the Lantillian Route toward Boz Pity, taking advantage of this brief trip without any immideate troubles the reporter turns to you. "Miss Grifit, may I take this opportunity to ask you to enlighten the millions of viewers who you are and why you decided to participate in what is appearing to be one of the most monumental racing events of this century."

    Still in the thrill of the race, Fill looks over her shoulder slightly disturbed. With an unintentionally elegant movement she turns to the reporter and looks at her reflection in the camera's lense to quickly adjust her hair. "I'm Fill Grifit. Courier extrordinary. We're here to show why people should be hiring us!" Fill smiles, ear to ear. The girl made no pretenses about enjoying the spotlight. "The galaxy has the right to know who to call for the biggest jobs!"

    The cam droid returns to face the reporter, "You heard it folks, Fill Grifit in high spirits about this race, who seems eager to show off the skills of herself and her crew in this race as being the best courier the galaxy has ever seen. But might I ask the following, what do you intend to do to win this race, if we heard the announcement correctly there are hardly any rules of how participants will act to each other, some were indeed in military grade shuttles, does such opposition not frighten you, or do you see it as a challenge?"

    Fill shrugs and laughs softly. "Nothing we haven't handled before." She notices her heartbeat return to the pace it had during the race; the attention made her glow. "It's the pilots that make the difference, not the shuttles." She countinues heartily, while Nimmel shakes her head in the background.

    The reporter was about to ask another question when the pilot notified they were about to leave hyperspace for the first real-space lap to the next hyperspace point. At which the reporter quickly turned to his cam droid, "Well folks we're about to see if the confidence of this racer is all talk or reality, stay tuned!"

    As you drop out of hyperspace the co-pilot quickly scans and reports that about 135 others are also dropped at roughly the same time as you and that you are currently 66th in place of the race, it seems the current obstacle in your path is a incoming asteroid and debris field of a old or recent space battle, the pilot sets a course but awaits your orders on what to do.

    "Kick it!" Fill orders; Nimmel and the reporter fear for their lives. The astroids fly past the shuttle like a knives thrown at a circus clown. With subtle movements, the pilot show off their elite skills. The tension builds with the speed, all goes well until... "They're firing at us!"

    In a frantic dodging manouvre, the shuttle barely manages to escape the first rain of lasers, but not the astroid belt. One scratches past the shuttle; the impact is minimal, but in reaction the pilot steers the other way; losing time in the race. Pilot and commander both curse, but the bogey on their tail doesn't just leave it at one shot. "Evasive manouevres! Get an astroid in his face!" Fill yells, punching air as she gives gives her commands.

    Obeying your commands at once your pilot performs a series of what some might consider insane stunts, having your Ithorian Padawan covering her mouths and the reporter looking a bit green as he hangs on to his seat fearing his life. Due to this display your pursuer seems to be confused, not paying attention and flies right into a asteroid, hearing a cut-off scream over your comm channel before it bursts into static. Somehow your pilots also uses this phenomal luck to boost ahead and catch up on lost time.

    As you exit the field your pilot reports that several others had come before you out of the field but it seems you are now on the 27th place of the race and are making a beeline toward the hyperspace exit, calculating the next jump and enter hyperspace. The reporter still looks a bit sick, as does your padawan but he turns his camdroid to face you and your pilots. "It seems..." He pauses briefly to gulp down some bile that had risen in his throat. "You were not merely boasting the skill and faith you claim to have in your crew. But will you think the rest of the race will be this easy... and will your pilot continue to have such luck... also is he either that good, crazy or a little of both?"

    "The best of both." Fill boasted, slapping her pilot on his shoulder. If only the camera could catch his face instead of the back of his helmet; it would record a mix of disbelief and tears.

    With that the shuttle leaves hyperspace. Fill's heart jumps when she sees there's only one ship in front of them! The jedi can't help it but leer cheekily at Nimmel, who stares at the same ship in sheer disbelief. However... The ship's hind cannons charge. Not only that, the shuttle behind them aims at Fill and crew too. "Evasive manouevres!" Fill orders; the only option they have.

    Your pilot does as he is told, or at least his best, the shots of the ship in front of your shuttles misses but your pursuer hits you, making a tremor go through your shuttle, you fall back to third place, your pursuer taking your spot. You have miraculously evaded any damage still and your pilot continues the race and chase, while reporting that 89 other vessels have just exitted hyperspace, the rest of this real space lap seem to be just a straight lane through empty space and he asks what to do, keep distance of the two trigger happy contestants or try to catch up to them.

    "Steady." Fill orders. "Let them finish each other." The pilot maintains speed and stays out of firing range. However, the two other contestands cease fire. Two other shuttles manage to pass by and aren't met with any hostility.

    "This isn't right..." Nimmel hums, turning to Fill. "Do you think the race is..." But Fill turns to the reporter instead.

    "Fifth place; not bad for a shuttle without lasers, eh?"
    ze vroeg ben je bang
    maar hij was niet bang
    alleen voor medelijden dan
    voor medelijden wel
    dan was ie liever dood
    ze heeft hem zacht gekust
    en toen heeft ze hem vermoord
    met oogcontact van het eenzaamste soort

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    Outskirts of the Alzoc System,
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    A significant CIS Task Force is present. Your Shadow Guard report at least twenty Munificent Class Frigates and three Recusant Class Light Cruisers being Commanded by a Providence Class Carrier/Destroyer.

    Jenal was aboard the skipray along with four of her fellow Shadowguard as they dropped out of hyperspace in the Alzoc System, sensors immeadiatly reporting in a massive reading of ships gathering in the area, Munificent Frigates the majority with some Recusants and a Providence in command, her eyes widened but she clamed herself, she was a professional and she had been hired by this Sith Andrea to do a job with her team and she was going to do it. This was largely unexpected though... this many CIS ships here, "Send out a hail, broadcasting that we are independant traders and miners, seeking to expand flesh business and possible stake mining claims on the world of Alzoc III." She said to the Shadow Guard manning the comm array while she bit her lip and watched the fleet of CIS ships filling the cockpit viewscreen.

    A number of Vulture droids beginning to head towards the Skipray as the transmission replied. "This is Admiral Colchet of Onderon in command of this fleet." The voice was clear. "Your vessel is not suited to mining ventures. Please explain the discrepancies."

    The Shadow Guard Team leader smiled, at least they hadn't opened fire yet, she signalled that she would respond. "This is Jenal, team leader, fair question Admiral, but would you travel in this galaxy at war with itself in a sluggish mining vessel that just screams to be pirate bait? Like I said we are here to survey and possible stake mining claims in this system, for which I had not expected such a large CIS force... my employer... is also looking to facilitate contacts with any local population about possible... work ventures."

    "You're clear to proceed. However your Leader is required to submit to an interview for the security of this operation."

    Jenal replied casually, eying the fleet still, "On behalf of myself, my team and my employer you have my thanks and I shall inform my employer on what to expect, her arrival will be imminent, please don't be alarmed, like I said before in these difficult times it's often not wise to fly in a obvious mining or trade vessel." She turned to her fellow team member to send a coded message back to Andrea about what to expect. "We'll be making our descent to the world of Alzoc III." To scouts for settlements for potential slave raids she added in silence to herself, wondering if this world... and it's people were under CIS protection.

    The ride down toward the planet was a little bumpy in the Skipray, the teammember in the cloakshape had a similar ride down into the planet's atmosphere but they arrived safely and were just through the cloud cover when safety turned into sensor revealing a settlement under attack, Jenal eyed it, it was a Talz Settlement she recognized some of the structures from the raid on Plutonia, under attack by a outside force, from the looks of it a old, modified freighter of sorts was attacking the settlement, marking on the side indicated it was either part of a criminal or slaving organization, other thoughts she might have had were ignored as someone shot at the Skipray, if it was the natives or the outside force she or any of the other team members couldnt tell but it made the ship shudder due to the impact. "Ok... someone check if we got any damage, keep our distance and scan them, see what's exactly down there."

    The damage turns out to be a critical power line to the Coffee Maker. After the sounds of dissappointment are heard they concentrate on the the forces below. The Slavers appear to be a dozen men and women who have stepped into the hornets nest, Talz, inexperienced with advanced technology are fighting back with poor quality blasters and cheap missile launchers, one of which had struck the Skipray.

    Jenal eyed the scene and made a decision in a instant, hoping her employed would agree with her decision, "Kass, open fire on the slavers, leave some alive if you can and if those Talz leave them in one piece. Land the skipray next to that freighter, use the forward guns to keep the slavers from retreating back to the freighter... prep for combat." As she said that she got up and started to reach for her gear and weapons while the pilot would attempt to land the ship.

    As Kass begins her attack run the top turret of the Freighter suddenly spins up and begins firing, their aim wild and panicked as they realise they're under attack, the Talz take this as a sign and redouble their assault as Kass's strafing run doesn't just work a little, it works a lot vapourising fully half of the Slaver, the others surrendering hands in the air in moments as the Skipray lands where expected.

    Jenal turns to three of her team who came out with her, the pilot remainign behind in the skipray at the controls, motioning at the freighter she tells them to secure it, securing what crew is left inside. While she turnes to face the Talz and surrendered slavers, moving to them. She kept looking at the slavers, making sure she did not stood in the way of the skipray's guns but turned to adress the Talz. "Can you understand me?"

    The Talz you've happened to find can't understand you.

    "Where's a protocol droid when you need one..." Jenal muttered, she turned to the captured slavers, "You, identify yourselves, or we'll let the Talz finish you lot... and if one of you can make yourselves understand to these Talz then that would be great."

    "I'm Elzan.... please don't kill us..." The slaver is begging. "None of us can talk to these animals."

    Jenal looked from the slavers at the Talz, "Those 'animals' are capable of firing blasters. Don't take them lightly." She turned to this Elzan. "Who are you, or more importantly who are you with to have come here... or just independant slavers looking for a score."

    "We're trying to get in with the Syndicate." Elzan says fearfully.

    "I see..." She eyes the remains of the blasted apart slavers from the weapons volley earlier. "How's that going so far?" She continued, not wanting a answer, "You just arrived here moments before we did or did you scout this world?"

    "We just went where we were told." He says whining.

    The Shadow Guard team leader narrowed her eyes. "Told by whom."

    "Vokkla, Vokkla the Hutt, he said if we did this we'd be in good with the Syndicate and he'd wipe my dad's debts!" He's practically crying now.

    The Shadow Guard blinks, had she heard that name before? She could not recall, she shrugged her shoulders. "Stay there... maybe my employer wants to question you... Jokay, what you find in the freighter?" She said in her commlink, directed at the Shadow Guard which had entered the freighter.

    :::2 Younger women, couldn't be more than 20 years old, they are scared out of their wits:::

    "Secure them and get a look at the ship's computer, files, data, whatever might be useful for our employer... Kass... continue with the mission, scout the planet.... wouldn;t want to show our employer empty hands... well besides this lot." She eyed the Talz again, this was going to be interesting to explain...

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    The Remembrance of Shadow and the Dagger jumped in system, systems were checked and both their escort as the crew aboard Remembrance relayed their status to Drokan who in turn reported to Andrea. Andrea listened to it but did not really pay attention, she was focussed on the fleet in the system, "That's a big fleet... hail them... tell them I am Andrea, some of my people ventured in system earlier, reporting my imminent arrival, ask them clearance to approach the planet."

    "This is Admiral Colchet, your people have already proceeded planetside, in accordance with their authorisation you're required to submit to an interview. Aboard my flagship."

    Andrea rolled her eyes, "Received and responding, I will arrive within twenty minutes, can I take some of my aides with me?"

    "You may bring 2 Aides." The transmission declared surprised.

    "Thank you for your hospitality, I will look forward to meeting you." She finished and turned to Drokan, "You are now master of the ship... tell Derriphan and Woyunoks to report to the hangar bay... they are coming with me." She said to her Givin subordinate before leaving the bridge, approaching admiral Colchet's flagship in a Theta shuttle with Derriphan at the controls and Woyunoks sitting next to her.

    In a few minutes time they approached the Provicence class vessel and were given clearance to dock, Derriphan expertly executed the landing procedure and they were located in a hangar filled with various CIS droid fighters that were either perched away in their docking facilities or milling about the hangar. Andrea turned to Karis and two of her nightsisters, "Remain with the shuttle, we'll not be long." At least so Andrea hoped, she had opted to leave her lightsaber, and those of her apprentices behind on the Shadow, even neglecting to dress in her armor but in a silk and satin gown, showing off her body and ample curves as she, and her apprentices, left the shuttle to meet whatever welcome party waited for them.

    The welcome party consisted of forty B2 Battle Droids. And with them a human from Onderon and his own attaches. "Welcome to the Onderon Sword. I am Admiral Colchet. If you will come with me." He turned and heads towards his office after a short trip through the ship. At all times being escorted by a dozen of the B-2 Battle Droids.

    Andrea smiled and greeted the Onderon admiral, eyeing the battle droids briefly before she returned her attention back to the admiral and escorted to his office aboard the vessel. Once they were inside and he sat down, she herself let herself sit after being offered a seat. "You have a grand ship admiral, not to mention quite the fleet, my advance scouts had not expected such a... welcome. Well then the interview what is it you wish to ask off me?"

    His manner was polite but stern. "I am a representative of the CIS and a personal friend of Mina Bonteri, obviously I can't tell you why I am here. But, I'm going to be blunt, why are you really here. I didn't recognise your advance party, but the local sector has been circulating the description of your ship, apparently you've taken a number of people prisoner. And now you're going to tell me why." His tone brooked no tolerance for lies.

    Andrea grinned, "Bold admiral, very bold, I like that in a man." She shrugged and made herself comfortable, watching the admiral, holding his gaze. "My advance party said nothing but the truth, looking to expand trade... and convince the local population for work contracts..." She just didn't say it was in the form of slavery. "As for prisoners, I take it you mean the people on the surface my people have reported me about? Seems they were conducting a little slaving operation down there, my scouts figured that helping out the locals would get me in their good graces." They had not asked permission, acting on their own but for now it served her needs, she wanted to interrogate the prisoners themselves later though.

    "No. I don't mean on the surface. I mean on Ord Plutonia not that long ago." You can't help but get the feeling that the forces gathering here and his apparent intimate knowledge of Ord Plutonia are connected. "It would be unwise to underestimate me." He said plainly. "A vessel like yours is hardly suited for trade opportunitys any more than my fleet is. Be honest with me and I might even be willing to help you out."

    Andrea smiled wide, but was flexing her hand was if she was about to hurl lightning. "Spies, should have figured, very well admiral, though let me correct them, it's Orto Plutonia, anyway... where to begin." She said, looking at Woyunoks and Derriphan flanking her from the corners of her eyes. "Very well the truth, like I said I am looking to expand trade and seek out locals for work contracts... slavery is one way to describe a work contract... and last time I checked the CIS had no problems with slavery... and unless the CIS have annexed this system then you technically have no jurisdiction in this solar system either?" She shrugged her shoulders, "Then again I'm not the one with the mighty warfleet so can hardly do anything if you want me gone from here."

    His face darkened. "As I suspected." He said, intuition tells you that his welcome was suddenly very cold and unfriendly. "Slavers have plagued the outer rim for a long time. And you have confessed to engaging in this trade. Out of respect I will inform you that you are free to leave, you're right. We don't have any formal jurisdiction here. But I will also inform you, if you attempt to advance on the planet it will be taken as a hostile act and dealt with as such. Am I clear?"

    Andrea's eyes became narrowed and a hint of yellow appeared, "The moment the CIS, you, start firing upon independant traders or contracters such as myself and you, your cause, the CIS as a whole will lose a lot of income and friends." She placed her hands on the table, intertwining them, putting her index and middle fingers together and pointing them straight at the admiral. "And if you are against slavers how does that explain the ones my scouts captured on the surface? Either you allowed them to land or someone in your staff is getting his palms greased to let things slide..." She cocked an eyebrow, "I am willing to make a comprimise though... allow me to land on this world... and I will not leave with slaves in my hold... I have done some reading, whatever there is about this world, discovered on and off by explorers, some taking a local with them, sometimes enough to start a offworld colony like there is on Orto Plutonia... but also somed about valuable mineral deposits... so perhaps let my little half-truth I used to enter the system become the full truth... let me stake a few mining claims and perhaps I can convince the local population to help me mine it."

    "The moment you try and advance on the planet is the moment I excercise my authority. There is something about you I just don't like and being a Slaver is very much a small part of it. But I am a reasonable man, leave now without complaint and I will 'forget' this little incident. Payment for letting me know someone in my ranks is ... less than honourable." His voice was level. "Push the issue and I'll circulate your ships details to every CIS vessel and put a hundred thousand credit bounty down besides."

    Andrea shrugged, "As you wish, but you just pretty much given me only one option and that is to find profit elsewhere, I was willing to compromise and perhaps set up a mining operation and not resort to slavery, hell if I could come to a agreement with the Talz about mining for me I would perhaps offer them protection from slavers." She stood up from her chair, flanked by her apprentices, "So if I'm forced in the future to resort back to slavery to make ends meet, well enjoy your consience admiral, a good day." She turned to leave, pausing at the doorstep, "You are an idealist admiral, a trait to be admired... but if you are unwilling to see the bigger picture and make compromises, even small ones with the devil, then you will end up dead, I enjoyed your company and our chat admiral, even if you did not enjoy my company." She made to leave, back to the hangar, assuming the good admiral really was done with her.

    The good admiral Colchet seemed to treat her with the silent treatment and with a last shrug of her shoulders she left, escorted back to the hangar by the battle droids and boarded her shuttle back to the Remembrance, giving orders to the Shadow Guard team to return to the remembrance as well, with the freighter and captives, she wanted to have a chat with Jenal...

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    "THEY WERE DOING A JOB FOR WHO!?" Andrea screamed.

    Jenal jumped back a little, "Vokkla, Vokkla the Hutt, at least that is what the kid named Elzan said-"

    Andrea cut her off with a hand gestured and closed her eyes, pinching her nose as she ocvered her face with a hand, this was just getting better and better. She let out a sigh, "Tell me what you know about these slavers, these kids." Jenal reported what she knew and afterwards Andrea motioned for the Shadow Guard member to follow her, the captives were in the hangar bay, on their knees, hands behind their heads and guarded by nightsisters. Her eyes wandered a moment over the young girls before settling on the one that had been pointed out as Elzan, "You, I have been told you wanted to be part of the syndicate... or do some job for a Hutt to pay off debts... which one is it or both... joining the syndicate and in the progress paying off daddy's debts?"

    "bbbbboth..." He gibbered.

    Andrea rolled her eyes, this one, even if he had been successfull in acquiring slaves, paying off the debts and joining the Syndicate he wouldn't have lasted a day on the job. She eyed the freighter, "So you talked your what, friends, family? Into joining you for a slaving raid, how many Talz did you need to pay off the debts that could have fit in this freighter."

    "Ten, mmmmmaybe twelve... ten thousand was all..."

    The nightsisters guffawed and snorted with stiffled laughter while Andrea just stared, "Ten thousand slaves... with one small freighter... and a bunch of youths... either you are an idiot or Vokkla meant for you lot to die... I am hoping for the latter but I fear it is the idiot part." She crossed her arms, "How did you manage to land on the world without being stopped or questioned?"

    He paused... "No... ten slaves... ten thousand credits was all we needed." He's practically crying. "We didn't expect them to have guns... as for landing... we paid a guy to turn a blind eye. And Seera sliced in and blinded some of the big ships sensors... shes..." He clammed up suddenly.... "Pleeese don't kill me."

    Andrea watched the kid and then sighed, motioning the nightsisters to back off and lower weapons, "Stand up. I am not in the mood to kill anyone today, as long as questions are kept being answered." She looked over the captives, "Which one of you is Seera, or did she die down there and who did you pay to turn a blind eye."

    "She... uh... died on the surface." Elzan said stuttering. "And.... well she paid the guy so I don't know, none of us do." Oddly, you can't tell if he's lying or not.

    Andrea rolls her eyes and turned to motion Derriphan closer and went to her for a whispered conversation, "Go and see if the idiot is being even more of a idiot and tries to lie to me... use your natural Zeltron abilities to make him, or the others talk... if that doesn't work... read him with your Psychometry." Derriphan nodded and offered a sly smile as she sauntered over to do her thing.

    Derriphan does her thing and it seemed to work as the kid indeed confirms that he is speaking the truth, pinching her nose again Andrea motioned Derriphan to come over again. "Get aboard that freighter, use psychometry on the communications systems, holographic communicators, whatever they have to get a name or face of the one they bribed." Again Derriphan nodded and went away, leaving Andrea to return to the kids, staring each in the eyes. "You lot are idiots... why is that you followed this one." She pointed at Elzan, "Into a fool's errand?"

    "We.... didn't, we followed Seera, his sister..." Was the reply from one of them.

    "Great, you don't stutter as much as this one, I'll talk to you for a moment." She turned to the one who had spoken, "Since we seem to have killed the smart one in the family either you or you." She turned to Elzan, "Start talking, who is the father and what sort of debts did he gain with Vokkla."

    "He had drinking and gambling problems..." The new speaker said. "We're just trying to help Mr Colden out of debt before... before Vokkla has his legs broken, we heard that's what they do to people who can't pay their debts."

    "I see... and why do you owe this Mr Crolden, or his family... probably Seera such loyalty to go in a life of crime." Andrea asked, knowing full well what Vokkla was capable off.

    "He helped us." Was all she said in response.

    "And does that help mean enough loyalty to die for him? What kind of help did he gave the lot of you that it makes a bunch of kids, teens to enter a life of crime and join the SYndicate's payroll."

    Andrea continued, "Where were you lot supposed to make the slave drop-off."

    "He kept the girls from having to work a brothel!" The stuttering idiot said finding a shred of backbone. "Nal Hutta. Nal Hutta was where Seera planned to sell off the Talz."

    "And in return he has them go with a idiot son and daughter, though I must admit I would have preferred if the girl lived, she at least sounded she had some wit but clearly not enough, on a wild chase to get slaves and killed in the progress... even if my people had not showed up the Talz would have probably killed the lot of you." She watched Elzan as she said that and then the others, "Partly to you I have missed a business opportunity that makes you indebted to me, how are you lot willing to pay me back for that?"

    Elzan goes beserk "He didn't want us to go, we took the ship to help him on our own." He pulls a small vibroblade and attacks.

    Jenal showed why Andrea was willing to pay for her services by quickly pulling out a hold-out blaster and shoot the youth in the legs, making him scream as he fell over, clutching the blaster wounds at his legs. This all happened in the blink of an eye and Andrea turned to Jenal, a small degree of admiration in her eyes, "Well done." She looked down at the whimpering fool, "If you want your father to lose two children... try something like that again." She turned to the others, "Now as for you lot, I am going to give you a choice... a couple of them in fact... try what he did." She pointed at Elzan, "And I'll feed you lot to a pet rancor or hounds I have aboard this vessel." She continued after a pause. "Now here's the real choice, whatever happens I am going to keep that freighter of yours... now I have no use of the fool here... speaking of which someone bring him to the medical bay and get him patched up, he's making a mess down here. Derriphan get out of him if he knows a way to contact Vokkla directly, I might want to see if I can chat with our friendly Hutt in a minute." Two nightsisters stepped forward and started dragging him away, followed by Derriphan who seemed delighted at the prospect of extracting more information. "Now where was I... ah yes choices... resist and be eaten... or be sold as slaves to pay me back for my loss in this system... hell if I am pleased I might even allow you lot to remain and become part of my ship crew, two of you seem even comely enough to become hand maidens of mine in a few years time with some proper training."

    The others loudly proclaim how they'll never serve you. Whether youthful bravado or just youthful stupidity.

    Elzan doesn't know how to contact Vokkla, only some Underboss named Lusto, a Twi'lek underboss of some sort on Onderon.

    Andrea turned to look each captive in the eye after their response. "Very well, sold into slavery it is... lock them up near the Talz we captured on Orto Plutonia." She said coldly as her nightsisters did as asked and escorted them to the hold where the Talz where being kept under guard by her people. "Oh and keep them apart, wouldn't want to tell the Talz that these people were involved in a slaving operation to enslave some of their kin..." She watched them go and after a few minutes she was reported by Derriphan. "Good enough, keep the idiot under watch... I have some calls to make." She went to her private chambers, sending her aides to prepare a bath while she accessed her personal communications terminal and tried to contact the Providence flagship, hoping to speak with admiral Colchet.

    "This is Admirla Colchet. What do you want now. My orders stand. Approach the planet at your own peril."

    "Tsk so much hostility admiral, despite ideological differences I hoped you enjoyed my company as much as I did yours, doing you a favor you know." Andrea said with a smile. "I questioned the captives my people made on the surface of Alzoc III, not much information sadly, the one orchestrating it died on the surface. She sliced into your systems to disable sensors and made contact with someone and paid him or her off to gain entry to the planet's surface without any questions asked... she was either good at covering her tracks or this meeting was in person, so if you had someone of your staff deal with them, then perhaps that one deserves a closer eye on his bank account, see if he or she earned some credits for letting them slip past you for that little slaving operation... use that information as you wish, I will come back in the future to this system though... perhaps next time we can discuss further about me possible setting up mining claims and not resort to slavery to make ends meet." She took a deep breath, "That was all I had to say, perhaps until next time Admiral."

    "Indeed. I am letting you leave alive, but don't think I am done with you, I will have my own eyes on you. And if I see you resorting to slavery... well I have enough forces to spare some in dealing with you. Good day."

    Andrea ended the call, placing her hands together, the admiral was going to be interesting... and a pain... to deal with... her next slaving options were not in CIS space though... and if he did retaliate if she went there... well even if he is a personal friend of the CIS political big chief diverting military assets to go after a slaver operating otuside CIS space would be frowned upon, at least that's how she thought about it, she was about to make her next call when a hail came from her Kubazzi, giving her a report about the Muun docking official... which was that they had found nothing. "Very well... stay on the line." She contacted Jenal and turned the chat with the Kubazzi in a conference call. "Jenal, you and your team will go to Mygeeto, there you will be contactes by this fine gentleman here." She pointed at the Kubazzi. "Will give you some information about a Muun docking official I had some trouble with. One moment." She checked some of her files and there was a cult of the Dark Side on the world active. "There is a cult there active that might be off assistance to the task I am going to give you... I will send them a message to expect you... your people are supposed to be good at infiltration, covert ops and what not... so far I am impressed with what you did so let's see if that continued. Go with your team to Mygeeto, make a plan to abduct the Muun docking official in question, without leading it back to me, use the dark side cult if they are willing, I will send Rhak-skuri with you... she no doubt wants to see the Muun in question again and thank him for her lovely facial scarring."

    The Shadow Guard team leader nodded, "It will be done... or at least attempted to... I shall await Rhak-skuri's presence and we will be off to Mygeeto as fast as possible."

    Andrea nodded, giving some last orders to the Kubazzi after Jenal logged off, "Let someone keep a eye on the Muun until my people arrive... have a different job for you... watch me... or better put, watch for agents watching the movements of myself or my people... and report to me the identities of those people at once when you have targetted them." With that she ended the call with the Kubazzi, sending a message to the Mygeeto dark side cult on whom to expect and then made the next call, trying to contact the Twi'lek contact of Vokkla those youths had gotten the Talz job from on Onderon.

    Failing that she shrugged, "Well guess we will try that later then... Drokan." After a moment her Givin responded. "Set a course out of the system, were going to the Nal Hutta system, we were going to head for Nar Shaddaa anyway... I will not be disturbed Drokan, had a long day and if someone disturbs my bath I will be very cross..." With that she terminated the link and went to join her Zeltron aides, disrobing before she entered the bath.
    "Love is not a thing to understand.
    Love is not a thing to feel.
    Love is not a thing to give and receive.
    Love is a thing only to become
    And eternally be. ."

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    Yaga Minor,
    Shadow's Regret, still in shipyard docks.

    Verat gave the Mass Driver weapon one last look and nodded, clasping his hands behind his back, today it was full installed at last, the last system to be installed upon the Shadow's Regret in the Yaga Minor docking bays. "All systems are installed and online." He turned around, facing the engineer and maintenance crews who worked aorund the clock since they went into the shipyard of the Yaga Minor system, "Be proud, we have done what was asked of us by our mistress Darth Lena, our vessel, her vessel, the Shadow's Regret is once again ready to venture out among the stars and carry out her will."

    At those words the intermixed crew of the Shadow's Regret let out a cheer and congratulated each other before Verat's voice itnerupted them, "Now we must prepare for our mistress's arrival. She will return to us soon and we must be ready for her, for she will no doubt wish to resume her seat of power on this vessel and set a heading for who knows where... so go back to your duties, the real work is just beginning."

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    Middle of Nowhere,
    Zygerrian Dropship.

    Lena had made the ship drop out of hyperspace near a holo-net buoy to contact some of her explorer agents, they looked like typical, if somewhat disorganized and messy spacers through the holographic image she was receiving of them, they must have been hard to reach because the image became distorted and frazzled at times. "So it is clear for you what to do?" Lena asked, with her eyes narrowed.

    The image of the human spacer chuckled, "Sure, you want us to go and search for some world native to a species of... what where they again? A associate of yours encountered them, give me the descriptions again."

    Lena rolled her eyes, "A species of lizards, reptiles, something liek that, yellow scales, favor to live in trees... and a ability to nullify the force, creating a bubble of some kind that neutralizes the force. I imagine such beasts must have left a trace of rumors somewhere... the other species are a canine species, agile, fast and vicious in hunting down their prey, suspected to be off the same planet because my... associate informed us that she felt as if it hunted her through the force. So it soundsl ike both species evolved on the same world."

    The spacer chuckled again, "Well you are the boss, boss. We'll see what we can find and we'll let you know." With that the communications were terminated and Lena leaned back, informing the pilot to resume journey to the Yaga Minor System.

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    Dernatine System , Dragon's Claw Personnel Bay

    A cluster of soldiers where forming a circle around two men locked in an arm wrestle. One one side was Mariz, arm straining and grunting in exertion while the veins where pressed up on his skin, the other was a mandalorian sergeant named Korad.

    The names of both men were being cheered and bets where being taken as the two combatants strained and spat insults at each other. Things were going nowhere for the longest time when, after digging deep, Mariz started to force his opponents arm down to the crate that was serving as the table. Moments from victory, a voice rang out over the crowd “Commander Kalic!” causing Mariz to look up.

    Taking advantage of the break in concentration, Korad yanked up his arm and slammed his oppnents onto the crate. A cheer rang up from those who had money on the burly sergeant. Mariz gave a hearty laugh as he stood up “It's maneuvers like that that will get you ahead in galaxy.” Turning to surrounding group he yelled, mirth still in his voice “Now which one of you pile of gundark droppings shouted my name!”

    It turns out that pile was the communications officer “Sir, Faruba the Hutt is asking for you.”

    Mariz sighed, of course she was. He nodded to the comms man and walked over to the ladder and climbed up into the bridge

    Clambering up he saw the holographic image of the Hutt's head sitting in a little alcove. She broke into a wide grin and her voiced boomed thorough the bridge “Ah, Commander! Good to see you, good to see you!.”

    Turning down the volume, Mariz smiled back “A pleasure to see you too Faruba, I assume you have an open birth for us.”

    “Of course, why would I not let my favorite mercenary land. Though I have to ask what is the reason behind this visit?” Though she was putting on the face of a warm and welcoming friend, Mariz could tell she honestly confused to why this unannounced visit.

    Figuring there was no harm in telling the truth, he went ahead “Looking to hire some more muscle, I assume you know some people.”

    Faruba give a deep throaty chuckle “Indeed I do, indeed I do. But this is not going to be a cheap venture to get them, I mean I have expenses in finding them, paying off any outstanding debts, setting up a meet, all in all I see this costing me.... one million credits.”

    Rocking back on his heels, Mariz responded “Now that is a steep price, can we not cut a little bit off the top. I seem to recall you owing me for a job evolving a governor's daughter with some unexpected influences of a... Jedi kind.”

    A hurt look etched across the Hutt's face “You wound me but... I see your point. Ok eight hundred thousand. Family friend discount.”

    Smiling, Mairz nodded “Sounds like we have a deal. I'll see the money transferred.”

    Faruba gave another large smile and nodded “Good then. I'll give you over to my traffic controller”


    Boonta, Dawnstar Racetrack

    The meeting was set to take place in a VIP box at a racetrack owned by Faruba. Though he expected security to be rather high, he was still allowed to bring in two of his own men as bodyguards. They made their way up to the assigned box by the start of the race and saw their contact sitting there with two of his own men as guards.

    “You must be Commander Kalic.” The man said with a heavy Courscanti accent. He was thin and was wearing a rather trim uniform unexpected of most mercenaries. He had trimmed salt and peper hair with a thick, tooth brush mustache and dark brown eyes.

    “Indeed, and you are?” responded Mariz, proffering his hand.

    The man grasped it in a firm shake “Sargent Molimer, impromptu leader of our band following the unfortunate death of our previous captain.”

    “Pity, what happened?”

    “Irreconcilable difference, he tried to cheat us out of our share. But on to more lucrative matters.” He

    The news left Mariz mildly surprised, though he decided that it was best just file that information away for later. “Right. So, part of this deal is you officially become a part of the War Hounds for a term of two years. While on missions, pay will be handled by shares with one share for every man, another half for officers. In between there will be a flat monthly rate. As part of this you and your equipment are at my disposal though once the term is up you get everything back pluss what ever you buy with your earning

    Molimer thought for a moment, weighing his options but finally nodded “We accept.”

    “Good then.” Mariz responded “Met us at this bay with all your gear and we will be on our way.” he proffered a piece of flimsplast with the loading bay on it and turned and left.


    A day later the mercenaries had joined them on board the dropship and they had taken off back to minntooine to collect their ship and hopefully find more work.

    ---Summary---
    Recruitment Run
    Basic Mercs: 15
    Grenadiers: 9
    Heavy Mercs: 8 (2 e-web, 2 rocket)
    Special Mercs: 8

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    Cockpit of The Dagda, Approaching Malastare

    Azazel stands overlooking the cockpit of The Dagda. Tannus sits in the pilot chair, keeping vigilant as he flies the ship. His co-pilot has drifted to sleep, assured that the young man will do just fine. The routine was fairly regular between the two, one would rest as the other was in charge so they would be more aware when it came time for their time at the wheel. They find nothing wrong with this habit they found themselves in, but such idle behavior deeply upsets the Sith. Rei’Ki shuffles uncomfortably at Azazel’s side, watching the irate expression pass over her face. This captures the attention of the raven haired woman, “Would you like to say something?” she asks in a soft whisper, not even bothering to tear her eyes away from the on-goings before her.

    She remains silent for a moment, trepidation in saying the wrong thing apparent, “I only wished to ask if we had time to train with you before we landed on Malastare?” Her eyes catch the Twi’Lek’s as she glances towards her master which earns her a seething glare. It was apparent the blue woman loathed her with every fiber of her being, this little incident would just be another thing on the record books where she wronged her by showing her up. A smug smile crosses Rei’Ki’s lips as she awaits the answer. Azazel had been silent for an awkwardly long time now, mulling over the decision.

    “Tannus, how long before we are ready to dock at Pixelito?” her mind was rushing with ideas. First, to punish Tannus herself for continuing with his sloth behavior… Test Ibeth’s command of the ship while she is busy as a training drill… Have Xen work through some decrypted files from the Kubaz network they were unable to slice.

    The pilot flips through a few screens, engages a toggle then snapping at his co-pilot to wake up, who does so with a start. “Should make port in 2-3 hours if we don’t run into any trouble, Cap’n,” Tannus grunts before disengaging his controls and slipping out of the seat. Strutting to the center of the room, he looks up at the women on the balcony.

    She gives him a look void of amusement at the nickname, “You have been with us long enough to know what I find acceptable, Tannus Velle. Now, unless you wish to anger me…”

    The apprentice bows his head apologetically, “No, Mistress, I didn’t mean to offend.” The hairs on the back of his neck stand on end, he had overheard Rei’Ki speak about training but, then why did Azazel seem ready to have him fed to the Rancor? It normally pleases her to have them so ready to learn. He thinks back to his mate in the seat beside him and his heart skips a beat as he wonders what is planned.

    “Very well, then. We’ll be going to train now… Nemain, you’re in charge of the floor while I am busy with these three. Xen Grian, I would like you to see if you could perhaps take an attempt at those files again. I know you said they were more complex than what you were used to, but I am certain you are more than qualified for this task,” she waves dismissively before leaving the room without bothering to watch if her apprentices were following.

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    Training Onboard

    In a room barren of all decorations save for scorches, dents, and overly abused targets, Azazel blocks another sloppy attack from Tannus that he lunges at her from several paces away, sparks flying from their crossed weapons. He is showing no improvement yet again, and everything is so easily predictable. He raises his lightsabre to strike in an unmeasured rage and she smirks, concealing her Force presence from him as she throws at his leg, knocking him to the ground yet again. He grunts and stumbles to his knees. He is panting heavily, his body is battered, reaching the limits of his endurance, but there is fire burning in his eyes. She shakes her head and raises a hand to signal him to stop, nodding towards the other two disciples, “You can’t win simply with brute strength and unwieldy rage.”

    Rei’Ki lets loose a scream as she thrusts her sabre at Lydavis who steps aside a second before the blade even began its forward thrust. A laugh leaves her lips as she looks to Azazel for a moment, swirling her paired sabres in her hand like a baton. All training, she has been guessing Rei’Ki’s actions before she even did them and easily countering them. It was quickly beginning to unravel the Dathomirian’s usually calm composure. The Twi’Lek is taking immense pleasure in showing her up so. Perhaps if she were to humiliate her enough, Azazel would choose her as a new pet, like she should have! Rei’Ki turns around and snarls, after having stumbled forward with momentum from the lack of connecting with her target, “Stand still, damn you!”

    The Dathomirian begins to draw increasing levels of Force into her, Azazel curses under her breath and uses the Force to shove Tannus down. Lydavis looks at Azazel, unsure what to do before feeling that new foreshadowing telling her to move. The Sith attempts to drain Force from the blast that is released from the Dathomiri’s arm, lessening the damage it would do. Lydavis is on the floor, screaming in pain even though she had managed to dodge the worst of the blast. Running to her side, Azazel kneels down, assessing the damage. She casts a dark glance back at Rei’Ki, who is gasping for breath on all fours now. The Twi’lek had been slammed into the wall, and she appeared to be bleeding internally, likely to die.

    She balls her fists looking at the Twi’Lek still shouting in pain and whimpering for help. With steely eyes, she leans down and cups Lydavis’ cheek, “Quiet, young one, you know I will make everything better…” Her attempts had never worked before. She did not even know the process Sullivan had used, but leaning over her apprentice, focusing the Force between them both... The screaming soon ceases, replaced by soft sobs as the Twi’Lek grips onto her leggings.

    She looks down at the her, her brow furrowed before brushing her hand over the girl’s cheek spattered with blood, wiping some off it. “Rei’Ki,” she summons, her voice echoes in the room, a sharp edge to it. The apprentice drags herself silently before her and bows down on her knees, keeping her head downcast. “I have plans for each and every one of you… You are not to lose control like that again, or I will eliminate the threat you pose to everyone aboard this ship, do you understand?” There is only silence as the girl fights back bitter tears, ready for this training to be over. Impatiently, Azazel snaps, “I said, do you understand?”

    “Yes!... I mean, yes, Mistress...” she looks up for a moment, looking like a dog beaten, “I am sorry, it will never happen again, please, you must believe me...” Azazel nods slowly as Tannus strides over, rubbing his head from being bowled over earlier. He crouches down and places a hand on her shoulder, looking at the Twi’Lek.

    “You know, Green was winning,” Tannus comments, looking at the Twi’Lek who smiles meekly.

    Azazel nods in agreement, “Indeed.”

    Meanwhile…

    Xen works through the files, Azazel had instructed him to. In the background, he can hear Ibeth arguing with a discontent nightsister. He shakes his head and continues along. Azazel had been right, he supposes, as he cracks through another layer of defense and finds the contents finally exposed. To his surprise it had been with relative ease, perhaps he was indeed improving after all the tasks given to him over his time on board.

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    The Dagda, Port Pixelito - Malastare

    Back in the command center of the ship, Tannus back at the wheel, docking the ship in the bay, Azazel contemplates the course of actions to take for the day, sitting draped over the Officer’s chair Sullivan so often occupied before her. They were low on money, having properly supplied the troops recently with specialized weaponry and giving upgrades to some of the outdated parts of the ship. All her inheritance, long gone… She thinks back to her parents, considering their state for a moment, but dismisses them soon enough. Not only were they poor, that life was behind her. They would need to look for work while out today. Furthermore, upon the lines of her troops, they were at full capacity, especially with that behemoth rancor aboard. Trailing her hand over her jaw, she sighs. It was time to begin expanding her fleet, but they have no money of course. She rests her gaze on Ibeth. There were podraces on the planet, and the odds were in his favor most typically... would the reward outweigh the risk?

    She nods slowly, before making up her mind. “Xen, see if we have a list of contacts here for any jobs, pass them along to Lydavis and Rei’Ki. You two look for some transport work, preferably legal, if not… well, I’m not going to complain right now. Take along two of the seasoned Mandalorians.” Lydavis nods reluctantly, considering the events of earlier. Being the senior apprentice, she would be in charge and it would reflect most on her if they failed… She was still sore, even though whatever Azazel did seemed to have done healed most of her pain. “Nemain, you’re familiar with gambling, right? How about a day at the podraces?”

    The man grows excited at the idea, a hearty chuckle rumbling from his throat, “Of course, always up to watch a good race.” He slings his blaster carbine from his shoulder from his shoulder, patting it lightly with a crooked brow, causing the spikes and scales to raise in exaggerated angles, “Am I going to need Her for this?” Azazel gives him a confirming glance before he turns and radios for a Hunter two Assassins, as per the usual of late when the duo decided on a risky stunt.

    “Xen, while we’re out, send out word to the Kubaz to look for possible recruits. Any cults with a disposition towards the dark side would be favorable. If you could put your efforts towards it as well, that would be excellent. Tannus, I trust you will be ready to leave upon my return at a moment’s notice,” as Azazel leaves the room, she can hear Xen sending out word to his contacts. She gives a small nod to herself, pleased with his swift action.

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    Streets of Pixelito

    Drawing a hand over her tchun, Lydavis looks over the grungy alleys. They were familiar in a way, she could recall flickers of memory predating her time with the Sith. Her mind drifts, wondering just how many years it had been as the slender Mandalorian returns. She watches their movements carefully, stopping her hand over her lekku where it was and drawing a playful smile. The Commando stops, and for a moment, the Twi’Lek wishes they did not wear the helmets that concealed their faces from her view. The muffled voice of a female comes from behind the helmet, “None of your contacts seemed to have work at this time, it seems, but…” Rei’Ki, who has been silent since leaving the ship, looks up abruptly at the hesitation of the Mandalorian.

    “But, what? Do you know something else? You know it will set us back if we return empty handed today,” the apprentice narrows her eyes.

    The Mandalorian takes a deep breath and nods in confirmation, “I happen to know a… dealer of sorts who needs a shipment moved under the radar. He won’t tell me the details of what or who, but he says it needs to be moved to Kessel.”

    Lydavis looks to Rei’Ki for a moment before murmuring under her breath to her, “It’s not the best, but… it’s something.” The Dathomirian crosses her arms over her chest, grinding her teeth as she thinks. They had been given the greenlight for such, but would it really be acceptable in the eyes of their Mistress… Finally, she nods. “Alright, take us to our new business partner,” the green woman instructs.

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    Pixelito Podraces

    Azazel looks about the bar Ibeth had led her to. He had talked to several people along the streets and managed to be directed to this cesspit to find those willing to take up a bet on the local podraces. Despite the rather shady appearance of the building itself, one side of the building is open to catch the final leg of any of the races, being it overhangs the finish line. Across the room, screens are scattered, all tuned in to watch the same event save for one which remains void, hanging above an abandoned counter. The Sith nods towards the space, “What would that be?”

    The Nikto furrows his brows, “Ah, that would be for the entrants and to keep track of odds. Probably takes monetary bets as well.” He turns to a man beside him and quickly converses in another dialect Azazel cannot comprehend, but judging by the sudden grim expression on Ibeth’s face, it was not to her liking. “Apparently, due to some Lantillian Race, several racers went off-world, so there aren’t any races going on right now,” he explains after spying her questioning expression.

    “Then we have no reason to remain here, let’s be off,” Azazel growls, turning. The Hunter follows suit, settling his cortosis spear over his shoulder and snorting irritably. The Sith nods in acknowledgement, drawing her hood further over her eyes to block the blaring sun. He was not the only one growing restless. She draws a hand over the shoulder showing through the armor of the Kajain’sa’Nikto, “Soon enough, you and your brothers will find honor in my service, as always.” This seems to appease him well enough as he nods.

    Ibeth looks back at the bar serving drinks and the rowdy crowd laughing and cheering on their favorite racer on the screen. For a moment, the urge to stay and join them in getting hammered halts his steps, but he squares his shoulders before leaving. They were filth, as Azazel so often said, pissing away their potential. He had been there once before she took him away from that life. Had nearly died, gambling away every pretty penny. She was his future, now.

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    The Dagda, Cockpit

    Arriving aboard The Dagda, feeling more than drained from their misadventure with no results, Azazel waves off Tannus’ concerned look as he looks prepared, as instructed, to take off. He relaxes, disengaging the controls and turns to sit sideways on the chair. “The girls are back, they’re off somewhere or other. They managed to secure a job for some Dug, moving a shipment to Kessel. It’s quite a trip, takes us all the way over by Hutt space… but, I figure there’s plenty of stops along the way if we need.”

    She nods, continuing on her way, intending to head to her quarters, “Alright, then let’s be off. I’m ready to be off this wretched planet…” Azazel stops by the door, her hand hovering over the keypad to open it. “Did they happen to say what we’re transporting?”

    Tannus looks down at the ground for a moment, rubbing his neck awkwardly. “They didn’t tell me, but I managed to get a look in the crates. Looks like death sticks.”

    “Very well, then,” she murmurs, leaving the cockpit. Despite her disdain for intoxicants, it would be a small step in the right direction if they moved them. So help any individual she discovered ingesting them aboard her ship, however…


    [CENTER]I will show you fear in a handful of dust
    The Legend of Renalta

    "The best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity."
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    The Illusion of Grace,

    Three hours they had been inside the training dome reserved for lightsaber and force wielding opponents, one side of the dome was filled with the distant clatter of weapons impacting upon each other, shouts and other general sounds of combat going on, while at this particular end both master and padawan were facing each other, sitting meditative positions, their eyes closed and their minds focussed upon drawing upon the living force. Their training was to hide themselves from the mortal senses and that of the force, both of them had achieved it partially over the training session but now finally it seemed they were understanding the basic principles of the power. Tohkran was filled with pride when his padawan, Goddor, achieved the ability first, Tohkran could only truly 'see' the padawan if he focussed on the spot he knew where the young Rodian was sitting and his presence of the force, while not compeltely gone, was somehow more faint.

    In turn when he asked Goddor to check on his own progress of the skill of concealing himself from view and the force Goddor told him that Tohkran too had the basic means and understanding of the ability. Tohkran was in the middle of congratulating his padawan when a ear-splitting scream from the other side drew their attention and the two of them started to run for the the origin of the disturbance. Coming upon the site Tohkran skidded to a halt and surveyed the scene. He saw Lorax, the large lumbering Herglic was looking shocked, guilty and embarassed to one side, turning to the other side he saw his Zabrak padawan, Halena lying on the ground, her arm at an awkward angle and padawan Meilyan fussing over her, a glow around her webbed hands indicating she was using the force to heal.

    Tohkran approached his padawans on the ground, Meilyan was working silently, but Halena was cursing and swearing, most of it directed at Lorax. "YOU BIG DUMB BRUTE! YOU COULD HAVE-"

    Her voice turned into a yelp of pain as Meilyan pressed her hands around Halena's arm and the Mon Cal talekd to her fellow padawan in a stern tone. "Lorax was not at fault, he just did not realize his strength when he swung at your arm."

    Hissing through her teeth, her eyes narrowed in pain and anger she stared at the Mon Cal. "Are you saying that I was at fault then? Is that what you are saying!?"

    Deciding this was the moment to intervene Tohkran stepped forward. "Calm, be at ease both of you, empty your minds and then I'd like to hear what happened... Halena if you think you can speak without being angry then I will listen."

    Tohkran watched Halena, until she did as he asked, some of the anger was still boiling underneath the surface but no longer as it was before. "Me, Meilyan and Lorax were doing combat training while you and Goddor were doing your force mumbo jumbo at the other end of the dome. It went fairly well but then that big oaf there decided not to hold back and put all his strength in a massive two-handed blow with his training axe that literally broke through my training saber and impacted upon my arm!"

    As Halena recoutned these tales Tohkran noticed Lorax shuffling nervously and still looking shocked, nodding he turned to Meilyan. The Mon Cal nodded in return and started to recount her version, "It is pretty much as Halena says master, but it was not intentional on Lorax's part, he was as shocked and surprised about his sudden strength as we were. I rushed forward to draw upon the force to begin the healing and mending process of Halena's arm... I saved the arm... but it is still somewhat... brittle and will need time to mend." She turned to Halena, "You can't use that arm to wield your sabers for the immeadiate future Halena, sorry."

    Halena snorted, "Is my left arm fine?"

    "Well yes..." Meilyan started.

    "Good then I can still use a blaster, the arm will heal you said? Well with the medical bay and you and your fancy healing abilities I will be as rigth as rain I'm sure. Hell I will even forgive that big oaf over there, I'll just make sure to give him payback when the arm is whole again."

    Shaking his head but hiding a smile under his hand Tohkran turned to Lorax and approached the Herglic, "Lorax my friend, are you well?"

    Those words seem to snap the big Herglic out of his shock and he turned to look at the Jedi, "Well? I near shattered Halena's arm!" He looked at his oversized hands, at least ocmpared to a human, "I thought I knew the limits of my strength and had it in control... but now..."

    Tohkran placed a gently hand on the herglic's shoulder, "My friend, this just shows that your, already impressive, muscle strength is once again increased and that you just need to adjust once again for future training sessions." He looked at Halena and then at Lorax. "My friend, could you be so kind to carry Halena to the medical bay?" Lorax looked at Halena, who nodded after only a moment's hesitation. Tohkran watched them go and chuckled, activating his commlink and hailing Thrall. "How's the ship?"

    "Running smoothly of course, did you expect a different answer?" Came the Sluissi's reply.

    Tohkran once again chuckled, "I suppose I did not, are we still well under way to Cathar?"

    "Unless someone changed course... nope still under way to Cathar, old man, you really think that this jedi master of that padawan will be there?"

    Tohkran was silent for a moment, before he finally replied to Thrall. "We take what is given."

    After those words there was only silence and then came Thrall's reply in a tired voice. "Jedi sayings and jedi wisdom... no wonder the Republic cast the Jedi Order out..." With that the link was terminated and the dome was filled with Tohkran's merry laughter.

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    Lightsaber Practice Chamber

    The hum of ignited lightsabres filled the air in the practice chamber as Cyphor took to teaching his present padawans a more advanced lesson in sabre usage when duels and simple practice. Makashi was the form of the day, while he tried to have his students at least familiar with all seven styles the recent surge in sith activity in the galaxy prompted Cyphor to be sure of his padawans ability to defend themselves against other sabre wielders.

    Kalmi already had a fairly solid grasp on Makashi which she would frequently mix with Soresu as she favoured Form III's defensive attitude. Her own staffsabre had only a single blade ignited so that she could more accurately assist Cyphor in teaching the form to the other two. Nikan, who was only recently learning to advance beyond Form VI's jack of all trades style that Cyphor taught to all the younglings seemed to be picking up the elegant duelling techniques of Makashi without much difficulty, though it would be a while yet before he would be ready to use the form effectively either on its own or in combination with another form.

    Nayanna on the other hand seemed to be having difficulty with the fine footwork involved with Makashi. Since being raised to one of Cyphors Padawans the young pantoran had taken a liking to Ataru, taking advantage of her youthful energy and the physically enhancing capabilities of the force to become rather proficient with the highly acrobatic and aggressive Form IV. Makashi however relied more on precision and control, something Cyphor wanted Nayanna to learn so as to curb her more impulsive tendencies.

    "Cyphor..." Naynna said questioningly as she miss stepped for the 5th time while attempting the same technique. After a brief nod from Cyphor she continued. "You say Makashi's strength lies in single combat against another lightsabre wielding opponent. Ataru also excels against a single opponent, why must I try to master both when both accomplish the same end result?" Kalmi smiled slightly as she halted her instruction of Nikan and prompted him to listen to Cyphors response as well.
    "Both forms at at their best against a single opponent yes," Cyphor replied. "However imagine you find yourself in a confined space. Ataru won't do you much good as the acrobatic moves it utilises cannot be properly executed." As he continued Cyphor started to go through the techniques of Makashi one by one. "Makashi is a little more restrained, but where Ataru requires focus on the force as you apply it to your movements, Makashi lets you use that same focus to master the blade of your opponent. Take your past duels with Kalmi for instance. You're aware she favours Soresu, the defensive form that allows her to stop your erratic attacks no matter how fast you perform them. Kalmi uses Soresu to counter your Ataru moves while you wear yourself out with aggressive high energy attacks. Once you're past your peak she often switches over to Makashi for the final few hits that defeat you."

    Without warning Cyphor stepped forward and launched into a series of Makashi attacking moves against Nayanna, who desperately brought her own blade up to counter as quick as she could. At the first sign that she was going to use an Ataru technique to defend herself Cyphor switched to Djem So variant of Form V, extended his blades length and started using moves that would limit her movement effectively countering Ataru's defensive techniques and forcing her to use the Makashi techniques he had been teaching her. The two moved around the practice chamber, Nayanna constantly on the defensive against Cyphor onslaught. When she was about to fumble a move Cyphor would pull the strike and launch a new attack, giving his padawan a brief moment in between to collect herself in between. After three minutes Cyphor smiled and stepped back and shut down his sabre, having seen her execute the defensive moves he had been teaching without fumbling them at least three times each.

    "Most of all though the reason I want you especially to learn Makashi at least as well as you do Ataru. Ataru's attacks still need strength behind them to reach their full potential. You're still young and most Sith I've encountered are at least five years older than yourself, their own strength honed through extensive physical training. Believe it or not the quick and light moves that you use in Ataru can be adapted into Makashi and be put to better use. Makashi is about technique above strength, speed for feints, jabs and light cuts. Precision for parries, footwork and counter attacks. Learning Makashi will still speak to your strengths while allowing you to fight longer by expending less energy on the movements required of Ataru." Cyphor said in conclusion.

    "Thankyou Master." Naynna said, somewhat subdued now as she regained her composure. Her use of the Cyphors formal title a clear show of respect and gratitude. Normally Cyphor might respond with an admonishment to not call him that. The sentiment behind it was clear however, and during a lesson it did seem somewhat appropriate. So instead Cyphor smiled lightly and resumed the training where they had left off.

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    Security Control Centre


    Zane had been none too happy to hear that the clones on the station had failed to even notice the disappearance of the youngling, Eltar until after he was gone. So since returning he had put into action revised security procedures and had been drilling the men continuously. So far they had performed the new routines with the same level of dedication he had expected, his men were good. It was just the procedures that had grown lax and ineffective with complacency. For now though Zane was confident there would not be a repeat when Cyphor found a replacement for the missing cargo vessel to make the stations regular supply shipments.

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    Hanger Bay


    With the relative quiet since the trip to Ord Cantrel, Hayle had taken to tinkering with her ship. performing simple maintenance of its systems, tweaking a system here or there to give the vessel an edge over stock settings. It had been a while since she had an opportunity to really work on the Reward for an extended period of time, she had intended to make full use of the time she had to make some particular modifications she'd been planning.

    The first week back on the station had been spent going over technical manuals and searching the holonet for schematics of similar systems and vessels, even a few leaked files of top performance military craft. the engines were about as good as she would be able to get them without installing whole new ones, but the weapons and sensor systems were another matter. Admittedly though the weapons were limited and the sensors were still limited by the power plant of the Reward. No the main modification she was looking forward to was the Nav computer. A little reconfiguring, some newer more powerful components and a salvaged droid logic core meant the Reward would be able to make more jump calculations before having to stop and recompute and be able to make initial calculations faster. It was put simply the most complicated modification she had made to the Reward herself since Cyphor had handed ownership of the freighter to her.

    A few burnt fingers, numerous curses and a few total power failures later, Hayle had finished the navicomp modifications and fired up the system. normally to plot a course all the way back to Minntooine and the Pandorum would require at least one drop from hyper space to recalculate vectors. A quick test plot delivered the rout with out the need for a recalculation and in about two thirds of the time of a normal computation. With a giddy little laugh Hayle leaned back in the pilots chair and congratulated herself. Her hard work had paid off after all, she'd been half afraid she was going to fry the Navicomp and leave the Reward stranded on the station until a replacement could be installed, she was very glad that was not the case seeing as Cyphor would want to use the Reward to return to the Pandorum by the end of the week.

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    Cyphors Quarters.


    Once again Cyphor sat with Tsubasa's Holocron before him, listening to what the dead jedi's gatekeeper had to teach him. This time a force technique to use once the prey had been cornered, to suppress their use of the force and limit their capacity to fight. Cyphor had heard of the technique, his former master had known it he was sure, but he had not manage to pass it on to Cyphor before his death. Now he was going to learn it after all.

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    With an hour of so of practice with suppression behind him Cyphor sat at his desk going over waves that had come in recently. One from Cha'alla confirming a rousing success with the second task he had given her anlong with an unexpected boon that was too sensitive for comms. A few assorted messages from Cyphors contacts in the galaxy with nothing of major importance in them.

    One message however piqued Cyphors interest. A response to the cryptic message he had sent out through the Bothan Spynet.

    <Greetings, your message has been received and responded to, a meeting is most agreeable, perhaps at the world were revenge was found.>

    Cyphor grinned at the reference. It seemed that whoever had responded was as much for cryptic messages as himself, and a history buff at that. Assuming the reference was sourced specifically in Jedi history Cyphor had a pretty good idea of the location intended. "Hayle," He said as he triggered the personal comm frequency for his lieutenant. "Get the Reward ready to leave.We'll be making a stop at Yaga Minor then heading on to Cathar. Likely be returning to the Pandorum after that so make sure the Reward is stocked for the journey."

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    Standing at the edge of madness; The view is good.

    Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I'm not sure about the former. - Albert Einstein.

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