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Vera bowed her head and afforded the moment of silence with the others. After a minute or so, she raised her eyes and closed her eyes. "We should be on the move," she said simply. "There are sinister forces at work, and we cannot rest here."

Ebony twittered. Vera thought for a moment. She was not fluent in droidspeak by any means, but she was beginning to learn it from the little astromech. "There are vessels coming, I believe, according to Ebony." She patted the droid's head. Her other hand went to her blaster.

Yolee gave an exhasperated sigh. "And I had hoped we'd left such unsavory hooligans in space with our last encounter." As she too had had her lightsaber destroyed, she pulled out her blaster and turned off the safety. Then she looked at Iust. "What's his story, anyway? He's no Jedi."

(( Johnny: I do believe that's your cue, dear. ^^ ))

"He's a good enough fellow," Iria said to Yolee. However, I do hope she really doesn't think of me as mother's modern day avatar. she silently mused to herself. We have the same DNA. And, apparently, I share her memories, to an extent. She then shook her head. No. She's gone now. And she told me to live my life for myself, wherever my path takes me.

Gunther looked to Kalnar, and both nodded in agreement. I should like to know that, as well. What makes him tick? Still, I agree with Iria for the time being.

Voor, pulled himself free from the rubble, his dull yellow armor scorched and dented from the blast.
He coughed painfully before looking around, Ignoring Kusei.
"Mand'alor?! Mand'alor!!" He called franticlly across the smoldering debris field.
The big alien tabbed his helm Comlink and sent a call on Mandalore the Immortal's frequency.
"Mand'alor!!" Voor shouted into the comn. "This is Voor, respond Mand'alor! Do you read me?!"

There was only static.

Back on Mandal, things were finally getting settled. Deep within the caves of the Mandal jungles, buried a mile and then some beneath the ground, the new cloning facility was finally secure.

Currently, Major Draiden had ten spaarti cylinders operational with all the required nutrient delivery systems, training programs, and growth programs.

The Mandalorian Lord came up to the major, escorted by ten troopers with ysalamiri and their food source. "You have no clue how hard it was to get some of these. Took us the better part of a week."

"I'm glad to know they're so valuable," he replied, directing in the placement of the lizards. "Make sure they're comfortable. Until we get a good supply of them, we can't risk losing them."

They nodded, and paid extra attention. As the last one was set, Draiden gave the command to deposit the cloned embryos of the local commando captain. He watched as each finger-nail sized replica was lowered into the pink solution. "The future...'

"How long will they be ready?" the Lord asked.

"About three weeks," one of the technicians nearby answered. "We want to see how these will grow and adapt before speeding up the process any. We also need time to study the effects of the process. If we're on schedule, full production can begin within seven weeks."

The man made a clicking noise with his tongue. "Forty-nine days. A lot can happen in that time."

"Yes, a lot can," Draiden replied, as the other people began filing out of the room. "But not enough to endanger this operation; not by a long shot. You've got the place more heavily defended than Taris is now. You could take on an entire sector flet and still be able to produce the next day."

The man smiled wickedly. "Well aware of that, major. How much can we expect of you?"

"If this day's batch work, you get ten by the end of the month. If this group is succesful, then you'll have another thousand in another month, with growing batches after that. By the end of the year, if we're lucky, we could have ten-thousand in production every three weeks."

He whistled. "Impressive numbers. We might need to upstep production in our yards."

"That would be a good idea. With more people, we need more places to put them. Soon would be a good time to hit the Corporate Sector and the other areas..."
(I know that Stellar. Three weeks is 21 days. I intend on it being more like 25 days.)

"I'm a bounty hunter based out of Ord Mantell, I helped Iria get off Chandrila. Unfortunately for her she got mixed up with my problems after we landed on Ord Mantell. As for Graka, he is a Hutt Crimelord on Ord Mantell, I seemed to have killed one too many of his associates for his liking, now he'll do anything to see me dead. Including attacking people I have been seen with. Last time he attacked us he nearly demolished an entire hangar and sent many of his henchmen to finish the job off. We managed to escape but he won't have given up pursuit so fast, chances are he is going to becoming after me in greater force than before. If that is his men coming then we best get moving, otherwise this place is going to turn into a large firefight." Iust replied.

He he hoped he had given them enough information, Graka was rich and had many connections, that made him extremely dangerous. He could hire the best mercenaries and bounty hunters in the galaxy, and chances were that he already had. One doesn't kill over thirty of a Hutt's men in a single day and steal enough credits to pay double the price for a combat ship and not get a substantial bounty placed on his head. Iust regretted coming here, if those ship's are Graka's, Iust had just embroiled them in a conflict that had nothing to do with them.