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He responded in kind, bringing his face up to meet hers. "Lead the way, master. I sense it too."

Rekan's body moved before his eyes followed the lightning bolt back to its target. Older beam weapons were primitive, but relied on brute force rather than focused finesse, and at such close range a bolt, channeled by the force, would be powerful enough to kill instantly. These thugs seemed fairly meager by criminal standards, if not slightly insane. Either way, death was unnescessary for them.

As all this completed its cycle through Rekan's mind, he had already kicked Rumble out of the way of the bolt, arced over the blast's path, then rolled to his feet and planet a knee firmly down on the thug's chest, scattering his weapon from his reach and taking advantage of his shock to clasp a vicegrip around his skull. He was carefull not to damage any tissues beyond repair, but kept a firm grip on the thug so that he was effectively disarmed. He looked at the other thug, daring him to move.

Rekan doubted he could hold both men at the same time, but he pushed that doubt from his mind and forgot all physical limitations. He cut through the air, yanking Rumble up and around with one arm as he dodged the blast, which struck the ground below him and fizzled harmlessly. In the air time seemed to slow, and Rekan brought his leg around in a kick to Frenzy's head.

Drako stood up slowly.

" Yesss..... And these Jedi scum have been a thorn in my side for.... Marcell. Come. Hrmm.... i see your tattoos are started. Good. You will have many more to come. "

Drako tapped his chair controls and the lights came back on.

" Now. My forces have started to make there moves. I have many back up to prevent any foul ups....But dont make any or you will here from my saber. " Drako clenched his fist cracking the knuckles.

" Now i am going to have you two by my side at all times. You will watch me as we fight the best you can. If you fall in battle you will not be missed. You will be replaced. Dont think this is some sort of family. I intend on being MASTER for a long time. Now...."

Drako continued on about battle plans and ship formations. He only told them to make them feel like they were not compleatly useless.


(( Edit: Right....... sweatdrop ))

((I'm surprised no one is having an aneurysm over the fact that Tal pumped Novara's second in command full of Malkite themfar...))

It took an hour for the search to yield results...

Tal was pouring over his combat recorder's feed of his fight with the MagnaGuard...looking for a weakness when Dex chirped loudly in droidspeak

The assassin stood and walked to the domelike droid's workstation. Dexter brought up a holo of the man Tal'dras had killed...the Sniper..."One Narth Arnhall, professional SoF, favors a mdofied A280 Sniper Rifle, currently hired under security auspices to One Tral Ne,"
Another holo appeared, this time of a Kaminoan, "A Kaminoan who made a fortune as an information broker, and has a predilection for Military artifacts..."

"Such as IG-100 MagnaGuards," said Tal nodding sagely

"Precisely!" replied the R9 unit.

"Have you found a motive?" Asked the Assassin pensievely.

"Yup!" replied the droid as a third holo appeared. A contract for 100,000 Credits on Thal Ne.

Tal smiled before saying, "There it is...he thinks I am here after him...and before 30 seconds ago he would have been very wrong, now however...he is correct."

The fool had thought Tal was here to bring the recipient his head. Ironically he wasn't until the hit ordered to remove Tal from the picture had happened. Poor fool, but who was after him?

The holo said Orginator: Coruscant, RepSec., Alpha division.

Ah...the good old runaround. Some government stooge goes missing, they've got a suspect but no evidence, out goes a contract. But no stooge had gone missing. It was an Agent for New Republic Security.

"Get me maps of Ne's residence, and a plan of attack," the Echani said as he walked from the room.

The droid chirped an affirmative as Tal'dras went back to pouring over the feed from his recorder, studying the combat data, hoping he wouldn't have to use it...

Rekan secured Rumble and stood him up. "Here you go, master."

Time seemed to drag on on Ord Mantell. Cale's Pirates were getting antsy. They had been sitting too long in one place, while juicy prizes were cruising the space lanes around them. They wouldn't beable to take it much longer.
Cale sighed as he walked down a dusty street alone. He knew he'd have to put out to sky soon, or there would be hell to pay. It had been three days since his agent had gone. While he wished he could stay, he had a responsibility to his crew.
As the outlaw wandered, his thoughts on buisness, he suddenly felt cold metal pressed against his temple.
"Freeze, Darksun." A cold voice told him.
Cale flicked his eyes to his assailent, a balding bothan with a disruptor pistol.
"Nice toy. You sure got balls waving that piece around there hairy." Cale said.
"Shut it. turn around and hand your pistol over. Butt first. Any sudden moves and I'll vaporize that smart a** face of yours, monkey boy."
Cale slowly turned to face him and moved just as slow to draw out the DL-18 at his hip. The Bothan was grinning like an idiot, perhaps thinking of how he was going to spend the money he'd rake in by bringing the pirate to whoever hired him.
His thoughts were put on hold permanently as he watched the pirate perform a perfectly executed border roll and fire.

Cale walked on, leaving the bounty hack in the street, a warning to the would be hunters who thought they were up to snuff.
Another toasted body in the street. Another slow day on Ord Mantell.