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"No one will expect me to be heading to Eriadu now that I have the merchandise. But I want the clearance codes so I can aproach the fleet without getting blown away."
Solms tapped his fingeer on the control panel of the ship, several schemes going through his mind as he awaited the codes.

Finally, after causing R1 to spin around after a firm smack for screwing up repairs at 1st, the droid finally discovered a problem with his interior programming and fixed the glitch, and got the ship capable of continuing, albeit on rough ride. In a few moments, the Sundered Rose came out of warp, but in the manner as though it was launched out like a projecticle. Fortunatley, R1 managed to regain control of the engines and stop just a few meters away from colliding with Mordranna's own vessel. " Sorry about the delay. " Angel commed Mordranna. " Minor problems mid-warp. Hope I didn't scare you coming out like out. " Unfortunately, the ship's sensors were still scrambled and with her cockpit's view full of Prinny Hawk, she was unaware of all else in the vicinity.

Rook knew this place too well. The city, the streets, everything. His memory had faded, and the town had changed, but the sewers had not. Infrastructure like this rarely changed. Unfortunately, some things are just as static. All falleens live in their aristocracy, and believe in the power of the planet, but some still managed to fall into complete disownership. Those thugs usually set up their own underground, which now had turned itself into Project Dark.

The idea of going into the sewer would be preposterous for most falleen. Rook, however, did not have such convictions through his own experience. In his mind, he almost preferred it down here, since he knew no such beings would be present. Only more foul, corpulant, corrupted creatures could stand this path.

Guri was another story. For being an assassin and droid, she still held expectations. Her uses would assimilate above ground. Split up was more dangerous, but also safer in some senses. No direct connections made life slightly easier, though they each stayed in contact through comlinks.

Rook had long seen the first problem of someone speaking on a com, while simultaneously putting the other into danger unwittingly. Few would actually take note of this, but such minute details made life all the more interesting. Droid and Falleen knew such interventions would not happen. A small click would signal incoming transmission, and no click back meant it was dangerous. A very small red light on the top would indicate the abort signal. Neither expected to use this feature.... hopefully.

As he walked along the stoned path, he recognised the features of the walls had decayed with time. So much time had passed. Features had changed. Yet the familiarity flooded his senses. The smell had become fouler, and every so often, He was sure that he smelled pig. Gameorreans probably wouldn't be hired in such an aristocratic place, reserved for more backworld security. But the stench remained none-the-less.

A small click. Another click. "Clear?"

"Clear, for now," the female voice reciprocated.

"Guard layout?"

"Species of all kinds. Human, Rodian, mostly Falleen. Your normal tactics won't work. Just as you said."

"Figured that one. You secure?"

"For about 15, then I'll have to relocate."

"Out."

"Out."

Rook reattached the com, and headed along. The tunnel ended, opening up into the main dump which pumped into waste facilities everywhere. Now all that remained were catwalks here and there. Shoddy to Rook, but the chance needed to be taken.

" Friendly bunch, aren't they? " Angel said to no one in particular. Turning to R1, she gave a nod, and the droid shut down the ship's weapons and engines. The Sundered Rose now floated beside the Prinny Hawk, idling in space.

((1. Rak was not there, so he wouldnt know what you spoke of. 2. he's a Barabel. The jedi are revered among the Barabel race as great beings of peace and justice.))
Rak shook his head. "If all you're going to do is talk, then we're better off just reducing you to Floatsam. If you want to live, prove to me you're a jedi."

Rak gave a reptilian snort.
"Keep your saber "Jedi". We are going to tractor your ship into our hanger, and from there we will discuss your situation face to face. Try anything, and we will vaporize both you and that gunboat that just hyped in."
He nodded to the gunners and they began to reel the vessel in.

Rain was temporarily confused by the situation.
"So wait, we're going to drag a jedi onto our ship?" She asked.

"In a manner of speaking. Why? afraid you cant handle a jedi?" He asked, rumbling a bit in humor.

The armored visor glared at Rak. "If you wish to keep breathing, you'll seal your hatch."

Rak chuckled a bit and then turned to head for the Hangar. "Call up cambot and have him and a band of our boarders be ready in the hangar. The Woman said she met the Captain on Corellia. If that is the case, then Cambot certainly would recognize her."

As the Ship was set down in the hangar, the Pirates waited outside the hangar: Rak, two meters tall and solid as a bulkhead; Rain, clad in her blue beskar; Cambot, floating over Rak's shoulder.
Several heavily armed pirates and P1 Pirate droids stood by as well, ready to reduce any trouble maker to ash.
"Ive got a-" Rain began before being cut off by Cambot.
"Please, Don't. For all our sakes." The droid said flatly.
"Just be ready." Rak grumbled as the Ramp descended.

Rain looked at the woman, her hand resting on Cale's Lightcutlass hanging now from her belt.
"You're looking in the wrong place then Kriche." She remarked. "there are no Jedi here."

Rak nodded, resting his gloved hands on his belt. "This is true Master Jedi. There are none of your kind in our ranks."
Cambot eyed the woman critically.

"I havent seen this woman before."

Rain shot a glance at the droid. "She said she met Cale on Corellia."

The droid hummed in thought as it viewed Flonne. "Sorry, drawing a blank. The name is unfamiliar, and I believe that the Captain would have mentioned having met a jedi. He tended to get rathar vocal on the subject."

Both Rak and Rain shot the droid a disaproving glare.