As Anora and her squad entered the building where she could find help not only for her Blackguard brother but also Spar, she began to feel a sense of dread fall upon her. With an audible thud her good shoulder fell into a nearby wall as the injury to her ankle had finally got the better of her. She looked around the shop, and after finding nothing worth her note she rested her weary eyes on the doctor they had come to see. Her right brow arched up underneath her mask as she examined the man, if he could even be called that with the extensive amount of cybernetics that adorned his body. He seemed to be more metal than man, something that made a shiver fall down her spine. She would not speak to the cyborg, instead she raised a finger towards the Mandalore and motioned with it for him to come over. The sound of his heavy feet beating a quick path across the worn floor could be heard across the room as he made his way towards Anora. 

“Yes ma'am, what do you need.” He said as he crossed his arms and stood in a relaxed stance. Anora turned her body to face him, as well as point her thumb towards the man who could heal her squad. 

“I need you to agree on a price with him, he will most likely try and bleed us dry.” Her body moved closer and her left hand fell on his shoulder with a tight grip. “Make sure he does not.” The Mandalore simple nodded his head in acceptance before he stormed off to talk to the doctor. With a turn of the body, and with a palm raised and outstretched towards the wall, she went back to leaning against the wall as she waited. Her head began to feel hot, the helmet was not really designed to be used in the hotter sub-levels and had a very underpowered cooling system when compared to others. 
Her right hand raise dup and flicked her hood back, and with a quick motion with her free hand she lifted her mask off her face. Her free hand moved up and glided over the top of her horns and down her heavily bariaded hair. Her eyes darted left upon hearing a voice.

“That's not what I expected you to look like.” Spoke Spar as he rocked back and forth ever so slightly as he let out a soft left laugh. 

“Oh? And what did you expect, something hideous?” She quickly chimed back as a fake grin raised itself up her right cheek. She quickly moved her hair until it swirled around her neck like many snakes around their prey. The Mandalorian quick removed his helmet as well, causing an eyebrow to raise and a jaw to drop on Anora's face. Her right hand quickly placed itself on her lightsaber as a reflex but she quickly removed it.

“You look like a clone, Spar.” She quickly spoke “Not what I expected either.”

“I am a clone, rather was born one. I was born with the name Alpha-Ø2..” He paused as he placed his helmet underneath his right arm “Never got the whole obedience thing down so I escaped from Kamiao when I was still young.” He said asthe corner of his lips fell, and an empty expression came upon his face.

“Ma'am” Spoke the Mandalore in a quick voice as he approached form her side. “The Jedi and a small group have entered the sub-levels according to that doctor over there.” He said as he readied his blaster “I suggest we distract them while your Blackguard heals over night. Lead them away from this post.”

“I agree.” She responded as she moved to Spar's side and whispered in a soft voice “You stay here.”

“But ma-” He tried to respond

“That's an order, you need to heal more than I do.” She spoke as she gave him a pat on the shoulder. “After he can walk and you're healed, meet us on level 1525, when you arrive make radio contact but only then. Radio silence until you reach that level or the Jedi find you. Protect him, no matter what do not let the Jedi take him away. You understand?” She said as her eyes matched his with a firece look. 

“I understand” He said as he placed his helmet back on his head and went over to the Bacta tanks.

“You” Anora spoke as her finger was thrust towards the face Mandalore. . “Let's give those beasts a target to hunt.”