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Nal Hutta - Zebro's Palace

Zara listened, taking all of this in as she stood up a bit too quickly, having to steady herself on the wall. She turned to Dawson, a small smile gracing her features for an instant.
Credits? Is that really all you care about?
Would it be that easy to get the largest pirate syndicate in the galaxy on the Empire's side? Somehow Zara doubted it. But it was worth a shot to bring up the idea with the Sith. After all, whoever controlled the skies controlled the galaxy.
You really have no idea who I am or whose side I'm on, do you, Dawson - pardon, captain Dawson, if that is your real name... but if it's adventure you seek, perhaps I could be your first mate a while longer...
She wrinkled her nose, now walking over to the doorframe.
But before we talk about that, let's get out of here. I don't particularly care for the smell of fried Hutt.

Dxun-Jungles


Croix was sweating hard. Moving through the jungle with acrobatics, not using the force to help his movements. He was running from a metallic demon that was playing cat and mouse. Croix had been doing great on one on one but he needed to learn about using his surrounding environment, or at least that was what Drone was trying to inform him of. Using his surroundings Croix was making this game a struggle. If Drone was going all out he would have had him by now.

In orbit a moving star could be seen streaking through the orbit of the dawn lit sky. It was moving fast for a star, but slowing down it's descent. Croix looked from the top of a tree branch. It was a ship, judging from the way it was moving it was going to land soon but far from where he could tell. But if the ship was landing it might mean there is a base camp. Trying to use the perception techniques that the force ghost has taught him, he sensed life in a small abundance, the force around this area was a bit off but nothing seemed out of the ordinary. It did seem though that they were setting up a camp, which meant Croix could head there and see if he could acquire a ship. If a fight would ensue then Drone might be the one who deals with them. A perfect chance for Croix to try out new found skills unless Drone gets there first.

Zebro's Palace


Credits? Is that really all you care about?

"Well there is not much left in this galaxy to be had now is there? I mean I have had more women then most men can dream of, I own a large chunk of real estate on the galactic capitol and this rock for that matter, I have my ship, now my old fleet is starting to get back together, and I have already had and lost love. So what else is there to care about?"

He shook his head feeling dismayed at the harsh reality that there was very little he cared about, but atleast with more credits he would have a broader influence for either good or evil depending on his mood.

You really have no idea who I am or whose side I'm on, do you, Dawson - pardon, captain Dawson, if that is your real name... but if it's adventure you seek, perhaps I could be your first mate a while longer...


"The same could be said in reverse love, I told you one thing but who is to say Sareesh and I are not simply old drinking buddies with a distaste for hutts and a hunger for a good story?" he winked at her trying to get a read on how she would react to the possibility that this had all been a rouse. "Luckily for us both that is not the case, and if it means I get to have you grace my ship a while longer.... I say it is a very good thing." he smiled at her as he followed her towards the door, the burning odor of dead hutt was starting to affect him now.

But before we talk about that, let's get out of here. I don't particularly care for the smell of fried Hutt.

"Of course we shall, and honestly I think he smells a bit better now than when he was alive."

The door opened and he felt himself grabbing for his blasters and seeking out the pure concentration he found inside the inferno, but his stance dropped when he saw it was one of the je'daii from Voss but she was not alone.

"Zara, Dawson..at last we've found you! Zara...we need to talk...we had a stowaway...an Imperial....and Logan.. indicating the man by her side Logan Hunt

"Found me? You make it sound as if I was hiding? I do have a comlink you know." he tapped the oval shaped communicator on his wrist before following her gaze to the barabel "Sareesh, do you expect the crew to instantly know what happened? Take what you can, eliminate anyone who might cause problems, get the ships ready and make this palace disappear, but make it look like an accident. I would rather not have the hutt families attacking so soon." The man shook his head clearly in a daze at everything happening so fast before exiting through a hidden entrance into the chamber.

Dawson..how could you drag this girl around when she's not fully healed...

"I did no such thing. You should know how stubborn a woman can be, and who am I to tell someone who wields, what is it you call it, the force? Yes that's it. Who am i to tell a force user what they can and can not do?" he raised his hands up and shrugged "I doubt she would have stayed on the ship even if i had the abilities to make her." he looked back at his companion, she had been limping but he did not figure she was seriously wounded.

Dawson..can we speak..but please...not here..that foul smell will set me retching if we stay much longer.....

"I can only assume that we have a great deal to discuss, and we were just leaving this room aswell. In fact might I suggest we leave this entire building, perhaps a ship a fast one. My ship."

Nal Hutta

"I told you one thing but who is to say Sareesh and I are not simply old drinking buddies with a distaste for hutts and a hunger for a good story?"

Zara was quite amused at the idea that he might not have been telling the truth.

And what could you possibly gain from lying about that to me? Killing you would be easy after I find out there's no fleet, and no hundreds of thousands of pirates to go after me when you're dead...

Her expression remained blank so that he wouldn't be able to tell whether she was joking or not.

And then they ran into another group at the doorway. Zara would admit to being shocked at the party of Je'daii that had shown up on this garbage dump of a planet looking for them. Why they would take such great care to find her when they weren't even certain of her true allegiance was beyond her. She had a few theories of her own of course but Zara wasn't going to allow her paranoia get out of hand this time. It was better, she was beginning to realize, to bide one's time before drawing brash conclusions.

"Dawson..how could you drag this girl around when she's not fully healed... "

Zara bit her lip, hiding her annoyance at the woman's insistence on treating her like a child. She was not her mother, and Zara wasn't about to be dragged around anywhere; she had gone on her own volition. But if it made the Je'daii see her as less of a threat, she would continue to be a wolf in sheep's clothing for the time being...

Her first instinct was to back away when Elyria placed a hand on her wound, but she allowed it when she realized that she was healing it. Zara's eyes widened slightly as she hadn't even noticed she had been bleeding again. It must have been when she overexerted herself a bit to maintain that Force barrier. She had to admit... whatever the Je'daii had done, Zara certainly felt much better now.

Two stowaways? And here Zara had thought that the Je'daii were the ones who had missed out on the action on Nal Hutta. She glanced over at the newcomer that had been introduced at Logan, wondering what he had been doing on the ship in the first place.

"So you plan on murdering everyone in your way to get what you want then? And don't give me one of your smartass off the cuff replies. Straight answer, now."

Zara narrowed her eyes at the stowaway before turning back to Elyria to project her thoughts telepathically to her.

And are we supposed to trust him all of a sudden? I trust strange men who hide on ships even less than I trust pirates. . . you think it's a coincidence you found an Imperial with him?

Whoever this guy was, he couldn't be up to any good. Anyone who had to hide was either running from trouble or part of the trouble.

Nal Hutta - Zebro's Palace

Nal Hutta was the last place Corvin wanted to be seen, but he was having difficulty maintaining the Force Cloak for this duration. Not wanting to give away any advantages he may still have, so he quickly ducked around a corner before dropping the cloak, then walked back in casually as any Scoundrel. "You know my feelings on the matter..." he said, looking at Elyria confidently. "I say we get off this rock as soon as possible!"

He turned his attention to Zara next, and in an effort to expedite their departure, offered "I'm sure there's a reason you wanted to come to this forsaken place... did you do what you needed to, or can we help you wrap up? The sooner we get out of here, the better for everyone. We can deal with the spy in the air."

Dxun-mercenary encampment

Croix quickly made his way on board the Torpedo. He quickly found his way around the ship. Having five living quarters, a medbay, utility closet, cargo hold, and even a workshop. The captains was easy to find, it housed a special compartment that was well hidden in the wall between the refresher room and the bed. Croix quickly used his lightsaber to open the panel. Inside he found a few items like a datapad, a small pearl, credits, and a lightsaber? Where did the mercenary get a lightsaber?
Upon closer inspection of the datapad it gave Croix information.
Hidden datapad:
Croix took the items and placed them in a sack that was on the bed, all except the lightsaber. That he placed on his belt. He thought it was ironic that the captain had these and was wanting to use them to retire, looks like now he is in a permanent retirement. The other being on board the other vessel was staring to move. It was apparent they were heading off the ship and coming over to this one.