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Link and Leida Emerged from the Alley to spy the Cantina accross the street.
Standing before there was a battered and worried looking Nikto.
The Princess' face lit up in a smile and she called out to the Nikto.
"Hasvic! Over here!"

The Nikto's head snapped up, his face awash with relief.
"Princess! You're safe! Thank the Goddesses of the Homeworld!" Immedately the Nikto crossed the street and crushed the girl to his chest. He looked gratefully to Link and released the Princess.
"Young man, I am ever in your dept. As such, I should warn you. A Corellian came by, looking for you and with a band of cuthroats behind him..."

Link held up his hand. "Worry not. That has been dealt with. Your thanks are payment enough at any rate. This one refuses any monetary reward as well, for money is not important to an Itinerant such as himself."

The Nikto frowned a moment. "Well certainly there is something I can do for you."
"I know." Leida said with a smile.
The two warriors looked quizically to the young princess.
"Link is searching for something. Something that he has been having trouble locating. I know where it is. Through the Force I have seen it."

Link arched an Eyebrow.
"Really?"
"Of course Really!" She snapped. "I told you before I have Force Sight!"
"Indeed." Hasvic stated. "The princess is quite a talented Force Sage."

Link pondered a moment. He hated to involve anyone in his quest, but he was at a dead end with his investigation.
"Very well. I will Accept your-"

Link's head snapped to the right and he opened his palm at the two Eluryhians, knocking them down with a Force push as a spinning red saber scythed through the air where they had stood.

The Blade returned to the hand of a humanoid figure garbed in Black with a black facemask broken up by a pair of Red Goggles.
A Sith Assassin.

"Get behind me, Princess!" Hasvic commanded as a blaster pistol apeared in his hand. He snapped off a trio of shots at the Sith who deflected them quite handily with his saber, the bolts flying towards hasvic and splattering against a hastily activated Light Shield.

Before the Sith could react, Link had seemingly materialized before him, his sword wet with the Sith's blood. The Sith never saw the initial attack and would never see anything else ever again.

Link turned around to face his two allies, flicking the blood from his sword with a snap of his wrist.
Hasvic grinned at the Jedi. "That was impressive, Swordsman. You usuually dont see blade-play like that outside of the Echani Dojo's."
Hasvic's grin became a grimace of pain in an instant. There was a Blade shoved through his chest. And there was no one visible who could have done it.

Hasvic dropped his blaster and snapped his handes up, grasping something invisible. He twisted and there was a sudden sickening pop.
Instantly a Sith Assassin with a snaped neck appeared, his now limp hands gripping the fatal blade that was stabbing the Nikto.

"Run...Princess..." Hasvic gasped as he pulled the shortsword out of his wound. "The...Sith have...found...us..." The Nikto's eyes rolled back into his head and he fell to the Nal Hutta pavement.
Leida was pale, her eyes wide at the death of her beloved Body guard.

There was a sudden breeze.
Leida turned and saw Link was standing beside her, his sword held parrallel to the ground, as though he had completed a thrust.
And the air around his sword began to bleed.
A Sith assassin armed with a sileneced Stun Blaster apeared, impailed upon Link's blade.

Link planted his boot on the dead sith and pushed the corpse off the blade.
Grabbing the weapons of the failed assasins he dispensed the sword and blaster to the still stunned girl.
"Take these. Go we must. Before more arrive."
Together they vanished into the Nal Hutta allies once more, leaving a seen of carnage all too common to the citizens of Nal Hutta.
The Hutts would be mad that they didn't get to sell tickets for the event.

TK-106 walked down the hall. It was very busy on the Hektor's shield
engineers were making check ups on the ship and making repairs.
TK-106 wondered if Borill would attack EK's Empire agian.

But for now it was time to rest up, unless something came up.
he hoped he would get to go to a planet surface, He was getting sick of being couped up in a ship for so long.

Taking shelter in an abandoned hovel on the edge of the Slave Quarter, Link was now scanning for any more Sith assassins, Peeking out the window as he swept the area with his Force gifted senses.

Just as he'd expected, there were only three assassins. And judging by their equipment, they were after the Princess, most likely they wanted her Force Sight.
Now, by an odd twist of fate, he found himself the only thing standing between her and the Sith.

The Force moves in mysterious ways. He thought as he turned to the Princess.
He couldnt just abandon the girl. For the time being, she was his responsibility.

Leida noticed that he was watching her and locked her sorrowful eyes upon him.
The Jedi dug around inside his satchel and withdrew his spare set of clothes.
"Change into this for now. The sooner you dispose of that slave outfit the better. We will have to be on the move soon."

She took the clothes with a questioning look.
"We need to find the clue my ancestor left for me. And the sooner we find it, the better. Then we may be able to leave this world behind."

"Look away."
"Oro?"
"I'm not going to change with you looking at me!" Leida snapped.

Link shrugged and turned to look back out the window, resuming his vigil.

Now done discussing the carrier under renovations at Wayland's small orbital yard, they moved onto strategy. Coincidently, as long as the ship was at Wayland, the base wasn't large enough to accomondate any other ships bigger than fighters; in fact, all production in orbit was focused on the one ship, and that's where a good portion of the defenses were.

"As it is, we need ore," Drakel summed up. "And more. Duranium, hfredium, kammris, dolovite, carbonite, you name it, we need it. Unless we can get a reliable source in the next two days, you might want to contemplate becoming a privateer."

The chiss nodded. "Good thing we're so close to the Hydian and Perlemian. There's an almost steady flow through Tanaab and near the Roche Asteroids. What can intel tell us?"

Detre rumaged for a datapad, then pulled it out and handed it to the chiss. "In anticipation, I acquired these necesary details. There is a scheduled convoy heading from Belderone to Anaxes, stocked with most of the raw materials we need. The convoy is consisting of about ten X46-8 ore carriers, and a trio of Super Transport IXs, with a total cargo between them all of over 75,060,000 metric tonage of tibanna, hfredium, and kammris. Expected escort is a few escort carriers, an old Imperial escort carrier, and some assorted fighters and light escorts. Certainly nothing some ion mines, a Canderous or two, and some proper escort craft and fighters. A quick raid could be organized and completed within the three hours they'll be passing just beyond Tanaab."

"Then do so," Elladan answered. "We need these materials, and I'll stop at nothing to get them." He looked out the window of the Contruum yards, and saw a dozen nearby TIE predators being painted at the end o the assembly line. "And we need them now."

TK-106 was in the hangar, on one side targets were grafted to the wall.
"hmmmmm they must want us to practice our shooting."
Troopers lined up and and started blasting away, TK-106 lifted his blaster rifle and fired a dozen shots; He did pretty good.
After that he left and headed to the mess hall to grab some lunch.

On his way he met up with some other troopers and they talked all the way there, they were some of the troopers from the boarding mission, most of them were friends.

"You. Boy."
The half starved little slave, barely more than six years old, looked up from the precious Kalpa grain he was harvesting, grain he would never have the privelage of tasting, and saw an impossibly tall and strong man wrapped in a black all-weather cloak. From his belt hung not a blaster, but a pair of masterfully crafted vibrosword

He bowed his head to the man, afraid to look such a superior being in the eyes for fear of being struck.
"Tagwa, Lorda?" the boy said in a weak, quiet tone.
"Do you speak Basic, Boy?" The man asked.
"Y-Yes...Milord." He answered.
"Good. I've no liking for the Hutts' vile tongue. Now drop your work and follow me. You belong to me now." He turned and began to walk away, then stopped and turned back to face the slave boy. "Apprentice, come."

The boy blinked. "Apprentice?"
"You are no longer a slave, boy. I have no need for a slave, unlike that oozing puss ball that I purchased you from. But lately Ive felt the need to pass the brilliance I've accumulated over the years. Rather than deal with the hassel of children, I've decided to buy one on the open market. And you were the cheapest."

The boy nodded, though not entirely understanding the basic being spoken to him.
The tall man's gaze flicked to the tattoo upon the boy's arm and he arched an eyebrow.
"What is that on your arm? A brand?"
The boy shook his head.
"This one's name it is. Darksun this one's mother called it."

"Oro?" The man stated in suprize. "Darksun? Well now. The Force does work in mysterious ways. Have you a name Apprentice? Or shall I continue to refer to you as Boy?"
The boy swallowed nervously under the man's apprasing stare. "Th-this one was called Link by his Mother...before she was sold..."

The Man arched an eyebrow. "Link? Odd name, but one suprisingly befiting a slave. Your mother must have had a sense of humor. Very well then. Now come, Link. Or I will leave you behind."
The boy nodded and followed after the man, striving to keep up with his lengthy stride...


"Link! Wake up!"
Link blinked awake from his sleep as he sat propped up against a wall near the Passenger terminal of the Spaceport. He gazed over to Leida, who had been sitting on a bench reading a history cartridge upon her datapad, both purchased at a holobook store.
"What is it, Milady Leida?" he asked somewhat tiredly.

"I found it! Right here! Drako Prime had a fortress on Geonosis before New Republic Forces arrived and pushed him off of it, blasting his strong hold from orbit!"
"This one thought his ancestor did that. Said so he did in his holo."
"Who are you going to believe, Link?" The Princess said with a scowl. "The award winning Historian with a Doctorate in Military History? Or your senile ancestor?"
"The Historian wrote his book over seventy years after the fact. Cale Darksun witnessed it first hand." The Jedi stood up and stretched. "Now who won the Droid wars?"
"The New Republic."
"History is written by the victors. You hold the proof in your hands."

Leida rolled her eyes. "More deep thoughts from the Jedi. Typical." She turned off the datapad and stood as well. "If I had a guess though, I believe that Geonosis would be the place to look for your next clue."
"Very well. This one will aquire some tickets for the next outbound transport heading for Geonosis."
"A Transport?! Not a Passenger ship?!"

Link arched an eyebrow. "This one lives a rather frugal existance. Until recently, he had been working on freighters to get where he needed to go. Be thankful this one is paying for both of our tickets, your Highness."