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"We are now in orbit around the jungle world, my lord," the helmsman reported.

"Anything on sensors?" Radomir asked.

"None, sire," reported the officer at Ops.

"Tell the Jedi that we've arrived," Radomir ordered.

Brike was awoken from her sleep by a sharp rap on the door. Quickly gathering her robes and pulling them on, she said, "Come in!" A uniformed man opened the door, slightly recoiling once he saw that Brike had just gotten out of bed.

"His Highness Prince Radomir requests you on the main bridge, Mistress Brike." She was flattered by his formality, but hid it under a serious expresion and nodded.

"Tell him I'll be with him shortly. And please, just call me Brike."

“No, she never spoke about what you did during the war.” Niomie shook her head, blond locks swaying. “It always made her sad to remember it. Said that it hurt too much to talk about.” She replied a little sadly. “What pronunciation dose Niom‘ika come from?” She asked, hearing the term once more, the fist of many questions she had for the Father she did not know.

“You!?!” This revelation surprised Niomie and she looked up at Jag wide eyed. “Were a Mandalorian Super Commando? Does that mean that I’m a Mandalorian?” She asked. “Is that why you showed up now, because of my age ?” Her voice rang with confusion, and a little bit of anger.

As soon as the theft had occured on Muunilist, the Intergalactic Banking Clan immediately set it's military on high alert, especially when the loss of an entire warehouse' worth of battledroids turned up missing.

Things were getting out of hand, fast. Nacre threatend war, if he could tie it to the Republic. While most of the CIS was unopposed to such a notion, believing they had more than a good chance of winning such a war, the IBC was trying to forge peace and commerce between the two. A war would destroy those efforts.

Within a few short hours, a missive had been dispatched to Tython, requesting Jedi aid. They promised a hefty donation to the Jedi cause, as well as paying for all of the expeditures of the trip.

Their guest, as it were, would be arriving in a few short minutes. After receiving a message that the Jedi vessel had cleared space and was preparing to land, the Foreign Relations Minister, Dav Hill, was waiting at the VIP landing pad of the IBC Main Office, flanked by two Muun IBC Guards, and waiting for the Jedi.

"My lord," reported the ops officer, "there's something entering the system!"

"What is it?" Radomir asked.

"A light freighter. It's off sensors now."

"Trajectory?"

"This planet, sire. Or so it seemed."

"Then we appear to have the right world." Radomir rubbed his chin.

"Oriss Anduli. And I am not the rank of master, although the council has tried many times to try and persuade me to become one. As for the room, take no offense, but if all goes well, it will become unnecessary, if you know what I mean."

She followed his lead, never letting her guard down.

"I will require details of everything. Time of the robbery, any security clips, what was stolen. The more I know, the better your chances of getting everything back."