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Jakar grabbed the controls to the fighter and directed it back towards the waterfall. The ship lurched slightly, but he corrected it as the ship neared the hidden cave mouth. Jakar slowed the throttle slightly, worrying that he would end up hitting the rock face. He opened his senses in the Force and discovered that the ship was in the right trajectory. Jakar pulled the fighter into the hidden cavern, directing it away from the various rocks that jutted from the roof and floor, then set it down roughly on where he thought it was previously located.

Randall felt Melissa approaching in the Force and looked up, smiling, when she approached. "Oh, just fixing up the left-side on-planet repulsor. She was tilting a bit when I brought her down." he said, brushing a few rogue strands of hair out of his eyes. Patting Tee Nine on the head, he continued. "This little droid really knows his way around a ship. He's been pretty helpful so far. We just finished, actually."
Getting stiffly to his feet, Randall shoved his hydrospanner between his belt and his pants, next to his fusioncutter. Picking up a rag he'd left ont he ground next to Tee Nine, he wiped off his filthy hands before dropping the rag unceremoniously down onto the ground.
Looking up at Melissa, He asked "So, how did your little outing go? Did you find everything you needed?"

"Well, that's a difficult choice. Work with the Republic, or work with the Black Market." He said, scratching his head. "Under normal circumstances, I'd rather avoid dealing with the government, but the Black Market isn't really an option for me." He stood silently for a second before continuing. "I'm not really sure with the procedure to get a salvager's license, but it can't be that difficult."
Suddenly remembering something, Randall started and reached into his pocket, pulling out a few cred-chips. He held them out to Melissa in his open palm. "Here's your cut from the fish delivery. You've been a real help."

Sre'Val VII was what the galaxy called the world. But even in the dropship he could understand why the team that had wrest it from sith control called it Soldier's Hell. It wasn't the barren look from space that gave him that impression, it was the smell. An odor that ripped into the cabin when they'd first opened the sliding doors to peer out at the world. It was a smell familiar to every soldier in the age of blasters. It was the smell of burnt flesh.

The planet's surface had been a teeming jungle just a month before, but now an orbital bombardment had turned the jungle to carbon, the ground to glass, and everywhere there was the molten lakes of lava where mass-driver rounds had shattered the world's thin crust. He'd read the reports, how the sith had lured the republic to the world in order to slaughter them, but that was not why he was here. Buried somewhere in that rubble or vaporized in the rain of destruction where the remains of two thousand comrades. The bait the sith had arranged for their trap.

His men. He shuddered, the damnable sith had used his men as stand in for their own, never alerted them to the trap they'd laid and waited until the republic had finished them before destroying them, and to add insult to injury they'd sent a notice to them, that they'd failed in their duties and payment would not be forthcoming.

"Sith..." He breathed with all the malice his soul could wield. He turned to look at the woman that stood beside him. Slowly she nodded, "We'll make them pay Bahl. Of that you can be sure. We'll make them pay."

Bahl Septin nodded slowly, "By the time we're finished sith will be nothing more than a curse word for a race of extinct demons."

"Damn right." Selenne answered him. Yes, the Mercenary Coalition was out for blood, and wouldn't stop until it'd had its fill, and every sith lord's skull upon a platter.

Volgen had spent enough time with the girl. She was getting it. It might be at the cost of his life but he cared not.

" Gray, we still have not gotten word from Nakara. I am patient, but this is even growing on my nerves. I can only sit counting credits for so long. " His hand lifted and sorted the pile and then lifted up in the air with the force. As it floated about he smiled.

" This Sonya... much to learn, but much power under her. Can't stand Jedi and their push over ways. Hate the Sith for always trying to KILL each other. " Volgen eyed Gray.

" If I may, the Jedi are simple tools. The Sith are simple weapons. Both useless if ya ask me. "

" Hrmm. You have a point. "

Astral Chaos

She looked at Randall for a moment, a blank expression crossed over her delicate features, as if she was caught up in a daydream. In less time then it took to blink an eye the look passed and she refocused her brilliant red eyes on him.

“No,” She shook her head, lavender locks swaying about cloaked shoulders. “I think that it would be better to mention that part if we really don’t need to.” She clasped her hand behind her back and smiled girlishly at him, looking at him through lavender bangs. “It would point a finger as to how you got a hold of data that’s not scheduled to be released yet.”

“Oh, I don’t know, It’s been a long time since I’ve been on Coruscant.” Melissa grinned. “I was thinking of going out, maybe hitting a tap caf or something. Pity you don’t have the energy to stay awake,” She turned to leave, but paused just shy of stepping totally out of sight. “I’m going to change out of these stuffy robes, if you want to tag along I suggest that you freshen up and put something clean on first.” lavender lock of hair swaying behind her was the last thing Randall saw as she disappeared down the hallway, heading to her room.

"Ah, why not?" Randall said, mostly to himself. Heading to the 'fresher, he vigorously washed his hands and face clean of the accumulated mess from an hour of starship maintenance. When he was done cleaning himself off, he changed from his piloting gear to the clothes he saved for going out.
He paused for a second over his blaster. Nobody cared if you were carrying in the slummier districts, but Coruscant police would probably object to him carrying a weapon around in any of the nicer parts of town. He wasn't sure if the tapcaf Melissa had in mind would be in an area where weapons were discouraged, or one where weapons were paramount for survival.
Compromising, Randall left his blaster and its holster in his room, but took his jacket, which had a knife strapped inside for emergencies, and put it on over his nicer clothes. Ready to go, Randall stepped out of his room and headed for the common area of the Chaos ready to meet Melissa, or wait for her to finish getting ready.