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" Something's happened to Angel. As her 2nd in command I've had to take command of her ship until we can find her. " The Mandalorian said. " You're the last person to have seen her, and anything you know would help. "

Aurora entered the cokpit and listened to the comm transmission. "I hope she wasn't killed or taken as a prisoner." she said solemnly.

Zell sat in his seat and buckled in, alwas to nervous when flying, or atleast the start and finish of it. He muttered something about family and sat still, barely moving except for his breathing.

"Name?"
"Knil Dannen Lee."
"Purpose for visit to this world?"
"Pleasure. I'm on Shore leave cause my freighter's in port for a while and I've never been to-"
The customs official held his hand up, silencing the young Spacer. "I don't need to hear your life story. Just hand me your Identification so that I can check you in."
The Spacer frowned, and began rumaging around in his pockets. The Customs official tried to avoid staring at the nasty bruises that covered his face, especially his left black eye.
Knil glanced about the checkpoint cauiously and made a subtle hand gesture.
"You don't need to check my ID."
The Customs officer didn't blink.
"I don't need to check your ID."
Knil gave a slight, amused smile. "Well if you say so, sir."
The man shook his head, as though shaking off a daze. "Wait, what happened?"
"You said you didnt need to check my ID because it had already been checked by a random security patrol."
"Oh... right. Of course. Are you carrying any contraband onto our world?"
"No Sir." Knil told him. "I'm only going down for a day or so. I don't want to cause any trouble. I just want to go planetside, look on in awe at all the pretty sights and unwittingly pump my hard earned money that isnt already being taxed into the planetary Economy."
The Customs official cast a disaprooving eye upon the ragged looking spacer.
"Watch your tone kid, or you'll find your a** back on your ship."
"Sorry sir."
The man looked away disdainfully and motioned him on his way. "Hurry up and get on the shuttle before I call up another "random" security patrol."
Feigning fright, Knil raced through the weapons detector, holding his breath for the briefest of instants.
The Scanner didn't go off. He was in the clear.
Knil chuckled as he made his way to the surface bound shuttle, wincing a bit from the bruises he had been given by his Gamorrean shipmates.
It Hurt, but it disguised his features plenty well. As unlikely as it might be, he didn't want anyone on Coruscant recognizing him.
On Coruscant, Jedi were not safe in the least.

"Thanks, dude. You totally got it!" Freya said. With that, she then looked to the rest of her crew. "Ok, people, we totally gotta see that Luger dude, and see what the dealio is!"

She then turned her attention back to the comm. "Like, one more thing: I wll totally be on my way to Aduba Three when I'm done here, and will be meeting with some Jedi I trust." she added with a slight, grim smile. "If I see anything that looks like a Sith, I'll totally be on it like flies on bantha dung,"

"Are we still going to meet with Luger before taking off?" Rusty queried Freya.

"Oh yeah, right," Freya said to the droid. "Everyone, like, one more bit of business before totally hitting Aduba Three. Luger says he totally has something he wants me to see,"

"Very well, then," Rusty replied. "I believe he said Hangar J-56."

"Like, right. So, like, whoever's totally coming, follow me!"

((CW, if you decide against the battle, I'll simply edit the post...))

Archaras stood on the dusty stone floor of the abandoned hovel on the outskirts of the city. There was a meat pile of thugs on the street outside, all having been shuffled the mortal coil, due to Archaras having attached the Long Barrel to his Rifle. He didn't move, he didn't make a sound. He was a shadow on the wall. and when the shadow saw something he didn't like, he removed it.

There was a movement, and the Echani swung to track it. It seemed nothing at first, just a tiny hint of red, then he saw it. A clawed foot. Defel.

Suddenly a voice boomed out.

"Anshiel Russ. I know you are in that building, and probably could kill me in a moment. My name is D'kar, and Roman Lynch has dispatched me to kill you. I am challenging you to a duel of honor Russ. I hope that you accept," The Defel said, bowing as he stepped out of the shadows.

"Hands then Steel," The Echani returned.

The Defel nodded, and Archaras holstered his rifle, and walked out onto the street. He would follow the honor duel. One on One combat until one opponent died or the rule of one was broken.

The Echani looked over his opponent. He was very tall, almost two and a half meters, covered in black fur. His mouth glinted with savage fangs, and his paw-like hands hid claws of razor sharpness. A large Vibrosword was strapped onto his back.

Archaras bowed, then walked forward. The Defel repeated the motion. There was about a 2 meter gap between them. The Defel took up a savage, predator-like stance. Archaras took up a neutral one, unsure of the Defel's stylizations.

The Defel nodded, and then launched a savage rake at Archaras' head, and the a gut punch with his other arm as the other retracted. Archaras ducked the first and knocked the second wide. The Defel continued his tirade, of which Archaras avoided or blocked. The hunter kicked only twice. Archaras realized as he barely dodged the second of them that due to their Leg Structure, A Defel's kick was unbelievably powerful. He then realized he had the range advantage.

He switched his stance to Whip-Fiend style, and began to cuck and weave, tehn springing in with a double-roundhouse that the Defel blocked, then flipping around into a jumping spin-hook, which took his opponent in the jaw. The Defel rocked back, then responded with a flurry of hand techniques, that the Echani evaded in various ways, responding with Kicks when he could, two of which got through, both slamming into the alien's well muscled ribs. Archaras looked at his opponent, and smiled. The Defel smiled back reveling in a challenge.

Archaras launched a fussillade of kicks, at range, angle, and speed, that made them difficult for the larger Defel to block. Many of them crashed through his defense, knocking him back, and leaving a bloody along along his head. D'kar roared, and launched his own overpowering assault, and one of his punches caught Archaras in the jaw, and he went down, only to twist into a sweep that hit the Defel in his Ankles and knocked him from his stance and onto the ground. Archaras sprung up, ready to lay waste to his downed opponent with a bombardment of kicks, but D'kar held up a placating pair of hands.

"You are superior Echani in hands Echani, now let us fight with Steel," The Defel said. Archaras nodded and allowed him to regain his feet. The Defel drew his blade, which was a beautiful, deadly work. It had savage bloodletter grooves all along the blade, and was decorated in Defel along the middle of the blade itself.

Archaras dropped into a wide stance, and then, faster than the eye could follow, drew his blade, using the added momentum to turn it into an incredibly powerful strike. The Defel intersposed his blade, but it was knocked wide, and Archars tried another Scything attack from the out of place position his blade ended, but the Defel deflected it, then countered with a pair of cuts of his own, one horizontal high, and one diagonal heading low, sort of like a 7. Archaras ducked the first and blocked the second, responding with a thrust-cut combo. The Defel blocked and countered.

It continued for almost ten minutes, this symphony of death and metal. Archaras would parry, and the Hunter would find a creative way to defeat it. The were teaching each other, and they used several different styles, and it continued. D'kar low at Archaras. Archaras leapt over it, spinning as he did, and turning it into a lightning fast thrust, transfixing his larger opponent.

There was a gush of blood and the Defel went to his knees, saying "You...are superior in Steel Echani...and you are superior...in...honor." He coughed up a load of blood. "What's Lynch's big job?" Archaras asked. D'kar looked up and smiled, then said "Some...noble...coming here...Sith...want her...Lynch will capture her..." Archaras nodded, and they both thanked each other, then Archaras tore his blade free, making a point to sever the Defel's spine with the hook-edge of his blade. He sighed, then looked about. He spotted an Air Speeder, that was no doubt the Defel's. Archaras carried him to it, and overloaded the powercore. The following Explosion cremated the Defel, and atomized his remains, spreading them to the wind. Archaras intoned a ritual Echani prayer, and then turned away. He had to find someway to get to the Ranger to stop this kidnapping.

He ran for his new Swoop Bike, and roared off into the night, calculating where he could find a safe landing zone...