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Humming as he walked, Tal'dras strolled gently down Sevrance st. arriving at a shope that sold "Droid parts" wink A 1 eyed (well, 1 natural eye anyway) Arkanian already had his request out: A pair of WESTAR X-4 Supressors, for integral installation into his Pistols. Quietly dropping the 6,000 credits requested into a small slot, he said "Integral now, and no damage reduction like you promised!" "Of course! These WESTARs leach no energy from the bolt, but from the powerpack, and have an activation option for longer Pack life," Replied the shops proprietor, Alsace.

The assassin placed his pistols on the Techmaster's work table, and sat down as he began his work, reading the latest edition of Chrono magazine...

After his many days of saber training Marcell was now being taken to a different kind of room. He was still wearing his mask hiding his face. His eyes started to turn yellow from the anger and the force he used negatively. He took off his cloak and then took off his robe. His mask was still over his face but his hair was now showing. He dropped the robes onto the floor and took off his lightsaber and tossed it atop of his other belongings.

"Drake if the master wills it. It shall be done." His voice a dry rasp.
"What is it I shall now over come?"

" Hrm! " Drako reached out with the dark force. Her mind was strong....but broken in a way. She was cold and had a still mind.

" Tell me.... You think of me rude? You think i am a pompis a** hole that is nothing more then a Sith trying to take what is not his? Well..... I am. I think i took you wrong..... Your stronger then you look....." Drake searched more.

" Come with me. " (( Ok here we move on. Ill pm you. ))
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Drake waved for a droid to take the items.

" ........Master wills you to take the sith symbolic marks......Your body will be marked and pain will be your new friend, lover and POWER....." Drake motioned for Marcell to walk to a set of chains on the wall.

" I suppose it doesn't matter just so long as we do it, right? " Angel asked, figuring the old man would only go into a lecturing rant if he had to answer her question before. She found a spot and started to dig. After a few stabs into the ground with the shovel, she felt it hit something hard. She looked down at it after uncovering a small portion and found a large rock. With a somewhat annoyed sigh, she dropeed the shovel and grabbed the rock, trying to pull it out. " Oh come on! " she said, straining a bit. She managed to pry it loose from its place, and fell back, the rock landing on top of her. " Gagh! " she let out, the air knocked out of her. " This thing's heavier than R1... " she said, as she rolled it off her and stood back up, grabbind the shovel and resuming digging.

Mordranna gave Rekan a solemn nod. "I apologize. I imagine your previous master was a good one. But, to dwell upon it now helps little," she added. Giving a slight smile to lighten the mood, she then chimed in, "Well, you know what they say: the third time's the charm,"
Mordranna gaze then settled upon the lightsaber at her hip, and then on the starlit horizon of the beach. "In any case, I should like to review what you know thus far. In both terms of lightsaber use, and use of the force. That being said, which would you like me to help you brush up?"

A while of digging after Labrynth left, Angel was standing hip deep in a rectangular hole. She remembered a training excercise long ago back when she was at the Imperial Academy that covered entrenching yourself in a spot to pop out of and suprise any enemy that passed by, a rarely used tactic, but effective if done right. Back to reality, she kept at the task, the hole now a bit deeper.

Stefan got ready for his little trip. The last lead had been completly useless except he got an all-purpose password which allowed acess to alot of basic info about the base as well as limited security functions. He was suited up in the basic apparel you would expect of a smugglers guard and was accompanied by 2 mercinaries who knew nothing of his job.
On him he had his wrist weapons hidden, his pistol in plain view and everything else hidden on various parts of his body.

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The transport docked at the base and the 5 men exited, 2 cases being carried by an apparently human Stefan. The group walked forwards towards teh guards who were waiting, 2 droids, 3 native South Mustafarians and one Zolander. All of them wearing equipped with decent enough blasters and if Stefan knew his guards they probally had VibroSwords, a few grenades and a pistol, just incase and one of the droids probally had a heavier weapon somewhere, just incase.

"Excuse me, We need to scan all who are entering the complex for any hidden explosives are anything stronger then those pistols. We agree with you concern for security but ther is a thin line between that and a possible assault. Please step through here." The Zolander said, he was probally the leader and the only one who could think properly, the droids were pure security and the natives were probally just bad at their job but very strong.
"Well that will be ashame if we aren't allowed in with the cases. They contain significant amounts of weapons because, if you didn't realise, we are here to try and sell these on and get a few modified properly, you can't trust most people with some of the stuff in there. And yes that does include you, your mindless drones and the droids there. Now, unless you want to be the cause of quite a few credits not coming into the company I would let us all pass."

"Ok then sir, but you will be followed everywhere by a guard." The Zolander turned around and spoke a few words that were translated to the Mustafarians who walked away and came back with a tall female Clawdite. The two exchanged some words in Clawdite, assuming no one understood them. "Make sure none of the guards make it, secure the cases the human is holding and then send the dealers to our lords to see what they want done with them."

"The woman cannot be trusted. I'll take care of her." He said in his best Zabraki to one of the dealers. The group passed through the gates and went onwards into the complex and not a word was spoken.

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Steffan caught up with the woman who was leading them and started chatting to her pleasantly. After awhile he told everyone to stop so he could rest a bit, the cases were extremly heavy and he had been carrying them all day. As they stopped Stefan took the girl around a corner and started speaking in Clawdite, she was confused and stunned that he knew it and just as she was about to call some extra guards his hand clamped around her mouth and his wrist with the dart launcher on it pressed against her gut. "Give me a brief of the security around here, cameras, droids and patrolling points and times." He had reached down and grabbed his pistol to make it look like he would shoot her if she didn't comply.
He got a quick answer from her, most of it making sense and the obvious bits of rubbish weren't taken in. He looked at her and a small dart hit ehr in the chest, knocking her out immediately. He found the oxygen mask he knew she would have, put it on her and opened a small ventilation grille and pushed her into it, not before removing the majority of her clothes and preparing to morph. He went round the corner picked up the cases and told everyone they could go back. The money had already been paid into their accounts so they didn't care.

Steffan changed quickly and morpehd into the other clawdite, an odd thing to do but it was easier to get around being a guard rather then a smuggler. He threw his old stuff into the ventilation shaft and put all equipment he shouldn't have into the cases.

The job had only just begun and already it was feeling awkward.

Sighing, he nigh instantaneously holstered his pistols and drew his rifle, putting 3 rounds through the head of the merc on his right before he got his gun to his shoulder. They others started firing, but Tal was sprinting across the way now, weaving as he let a stream of bolts fly from the barrel of his DC-17m. The second mercenary collapsed, his armor giving way under the brunt of a quintet of bolts. Tal whistled into his armor reciever, not broadcasting, but something else entirely.

The remaining 2 worked in concert, both firing at the Echani as he ran by them, felling one with another group of blasts. He took a hit to the shoulder, which his armor bore stoically. Then Tal'dras stopped, drawing a bead on the last Thug's head. The thug copied the move, readying himself to fire. He never got the chance.

The Night Falcon, summoned by the Beckon Call in Tal's armor, rammed into him at 500 KPH, not so cleanly bisecting him. Smiling beneath his deathmask, Tal'dras walked toward the now idling bike. Then a strange sound reached his ears. Something he hadn't heard in a long time. He turned and looked in the direction of the sound. "You have got to be KRIFFING KIDDING ME!"

Approaching him was a droid, a nasty one at that.

It was a IG-100 MagnaGuard.

"Kriffffff...." Tal moaned as he emptied the rest of his powerpack from the '17m into it, which had about as much effect as hurling cotton balls at it. Continuing to curse, he drew one of his Vibroblades, blocking the first strike from its Electrostave. Letting go of the rifle (The strap carried it to his back) he drew one of his pistols, emptying the rest of that into the MagnaGuard too, fending of it's blistering combinations with all of his experience. The Pistol had no real damaging effect, but made the droid back off, twirling it's staff menacingly.

Reholstering his pistol, Tal did the only thing he could do to gain an advantage over this machine. He hurled a pair of Vibroknives into it's eyes. This made it stop, and as Tal pressed his advantage, the machine still blocked his assault expertly. They clashed time and time again, launching blistering combinations at each other. The droid had the advantage of lacking stamina, but Tal was faster than it. Realizing the location of the secondary photoreceptor, he launched a knife into that too.

Now the damnable machine was truly blind, and immiediately began to flee. Dodging Tal's ranged attacks, as they were loud and the machines sound receptors still worked. Finally realizing WHY this piece of kriff was still managing to move out of the way of his sniper shots, Tal'dras extended his gauntlet, triggered the Verpine Shattergun in his gauntlet, which blew it, again, not-so cleanly in half. Hopping atop his bike, he shot down the thoroughfare, grabbing the ElectroStave as he moved down the street.

Taking to the sky, he flew over the buildings, back to the roof of the first attack, grabbing the massive Blaster as he flew by too. It was very heavy, and was very powerful. He returned to the ground and shot back to the spaceport and the waiting Void Dragon. Trotting inside as the modified Speeder inserted itself back into the cargo hold he shouted: "DEX! Run a search on anyone who has uses this rifle, and anyone who possesses or has the werewithalt to possess a IG-100 MagnaGuard!" The droid chirped angrily and Tal'dras replied "JUST KRIFFING DO IT!!!!!" Dexter trundled to the dataport and began the search...