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Nal Hutta

Zara remained silent as the girl awoke and the argument ensued over what was to become of the Imperial aboard the ship. She was about to tell Dawson that they should just split, when he came up with his elaborate plan. That could work... but Zara still felt that they were all over complicating the issue. The best way to get rid of him would have been to kill him, but for some reason the Je'daii seemed to be against killing an enemy...
One trillion credits seemed a bit too steep just to deal with an Imperial he could have gotten rid of himself. Even the Empire's reward for finding the Je'daii home planet wouldn't have been so outrageous. What was his angle?
What the hell are you doing, offering a ludicrous amount of credits as if it's nothing? Why don't you just do it yourself?
Now she was getting confused. Back in the club when she had roped him into helping her, she had offered him a generous monetary reward, which she had assumed the Empire would provide. But if one trillion credits was pocket change for him, she wasn't so sure why he was even still tagging along.

Nal Hutta - Cantina.

"Why should I be going with you? No offense, but more than one person has pointed it out by now. You know nothing about me. Who I am, what I want. Yet you trust me more than the imperial, even though we appeared on your ship under the same conditions. Don't get me wrong, I've killed a ship load of imperials, that's not an issue. But you seem to think that your friends here will blindly treat me as one of you just because you do."

she placed her hand on his arm and looked at him, her face calm her tone sincere ...and yet they have...and you...you have gone along and aided us without question...is that not reason enough to trust you? I understand you want to leave...I respect that...and I thank you for your help thus far..is there anything you need...anything we can do for you in return?

their conversation was suddenly interrupted when the young bounty hunter apparently was growing impatient...
"That's it!! Would you guys just decide what the hell you want done!!"
Her eyes shone red in frustration and a nearby flame blazed twice it's normal height.
"You go on and on about wanting to leave but neither of you can agree on what you want done! Kill him, don't kill him. Make up your damn minds already!"
She was utterly oblivious to the looks she was getting from the patrons of the bar but if she'd noticed she probably wouldn't have cared.

Elyria noticed quite a few heads turning in their direction...this would never do, though they had destroyed the Imperial base on Nar Shaddaa, there were sure to be minions of the Empire everywhere

"The girl is right..and if you hadn't noticed..it's no longer safe here... she glared at the young mercenary as she passed her hand over the growing flame to squelch it "Corvin..it's time to go... cloaking herself she was gone in an instant, she made her way outside and hid by the side of the building...waiting, watching to see who would emerge and what action they would take.....





((Did you accidentally post with the stormtrooper account razz I noticed it quoted me in here ~ Ryo)) (got me LOL)

Belsavis - Outer Orbit - Approaching tropic clearing

"Ready a speeder, once we land we will need to move quickly. Our destination lies within the ice fields. Be on guard, I know not what awaits us below." The trandoshans' hissed a response but followed his orders making their way towards the hangar.


The ship landed with a hiss as the landing gear engaged, the craft sinking lightly into layers on undergrowth and plan debris. "We head north, I will tell you when to stop." The togruta climbed onto the hover platform and crossed his arms, two of the trandoshans climbed aboard with him and the craft rose several feet off of the ground and lurched forward. 'Soon the Galaxy will once again feel my wrath!.' the landscape was overgrown, and there was an abundance of large animals roaming the undergrowth but they were of no concern to him, his prize lay was somewhere in the cave systems bordering the glaciers.

Nal Hutta

"You two coming or not? Those two didn't abandon my home when it needed their aid, I don't plan on abandoning them when they need ours."

Tell them to go on without us. We'll catch up with them later. she thought to Dawson, not wanting to communicate telepathically with the newcomer. I wish to discuss something in private with you.

"Going back to Voss." he paused stroking his chin as if he was in thought "Perhaps later, I have much to do and going back to a planet where there is no profit and my only company is a bunch of force wielding fanatics who believe they are the last hope for the galaxy, is not very high on my list of things to do today." He looked over at Zara and smiled "Shall we? I know wine gets sweeter with time but my stocks only shrink when not resupplied."

Location Unknown (Possibly Outer Rim)

The air is thick and damp and reeks of sewage in what can best be described as a makeshift dungeon of a cell. It is impossible to tell the size of the confinement, as darkness consumes all.

Too quiet. Must be underground, thought the solitary inhabitant of this cozy slice of rat infested heaven.
Deep underground,

With the lack of sight, all other senses are enhanced. Every scent of stale waste, left behind by previous patrons. Every audible drip of water, leaking from hell knows where. All amplified, and driving the bound captive mad.
What can not be heard, however, is any sign of life. Aside from the sounds of bugs and rodents eating and scurrying and humping, there was no indication of anything with a pulse. No chatter. No machinery. No footsteps.

Definitely underground.

--

Honor is a funny thing, the way it can save your life and end it with the flip of a coin. As a Mandalorian, honor is the only thing worth dying for. Lying here on the cold wet floor, Ori could recollect nothing but a story. One from childhood, told by his father and passed down by his father before him. An epic about the legendary Mythosaurs. The fearsome dragons native to the planet Mandalore that were slain by the Mighty Taung, the conquerors of Mandalore and founders of the Mandalorians. It was Ori's favorite story as a child. After his father recited the words, he would stare into the campfire with intent, gathering his words carefully.

"Do you understand why the Mythosaur is our sigil, Ori?"

Before answering, the young Mandalorian would emulate his father, and choose his words carefully.

"Glory!" Ori's brother, Lanth exclaimed in a way that seemed almost as if he were asking a question.

The Elder relaxed, inviting his son to continue, but Lanth remained silent, unsure how to expound upon his answer.

"The first vod Mandalorians came as conquerors," Ori interjected, interrupting the silence introduced by his father and brother. "The Mythosaur roamed the planet unopposed until the Taung came. Nothing could defeat them,"

Lanth looked to his brother in eager agreement. Both he and their father listened closely.

"Nothing but a Mandalore. That is why we were their skull. For Glory,"

"Glory!" Lanth rallied.

A moment passed before the aged Mando replied.

"Glory you say?"

Ori nodded. "Glory,"

The campfire roared at the night sky. The flames licked at the constellations, shooting up sparks to join the stars.

The Mandalorion looked his sons in the eyes and proceeded. "Honor."

Silence plagued the camp once again.

"It is true the Mythosaur dominated the planet with their size and power, this is known. It is also true that the Mandalorians sleighed the Mythosaur to the point of extinction, this is also known. The truth is, the Taung, and all other Mando vod, are as fierce as the mighty Mythosaur themselves,"

Ori and Lanth were lost in their father's words. Neither dare interrupt or trail off.

"When you put two akk dogs in a kennel together, what happens?" Fsther asked.

"They try to kill each other," Lanth replied.

He nodded, "That is right. Because when you put two powerful beasts together in the same room, one feels the need to sleigh the other. This was also true of the Taung and the Mythosaur, but what separated one from the other was honor. You see, if it had been the Mythosaur who had eradicated the Taung, there would be no sigil to wear. not by the Taung, and not by the Mythosaur. The Taung knew this, and would fight to the very last man before allowing their legend to be lost and forgotten in time. This is both why the Mythosaur could not be allowed to live, and why we now adorn our colors with their skulls, "

"I'm not sure I understand, buir," Lanth pleaded with interest, hoping his father would continue.

The warrior stood, and walked over to his sons. He approached Ori, and knelt.

"And you, Ori. Do you understand?"

Ori looked at his father, half hidden in shadow, and then he looked at his brother who returned the glance. When he returned his attention to Father, he simply shook his head seriously.

A small smile crept on father's face.
"Solus tuur gar'ote. one day you might"

(welcome back Robert...nice to see you! xd Nia)

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Epoch Wren

Ka'all stood outside the bulkhead listening to the conversation between the Imperial and the Wren officer. His eyebrows raised when he heard the claim that Zara was his sister, and decided maybe he should join the conversation. Stepping around the corner and into the room, Master Endar motioned towards the datapad with a sly smile, "Well this does sound interesting, go ahead, give him the datapad."

Nal Hutta

Is there a decent cloaking device on your ship? she asked, her eyes asking the real question: why are we still here?

"I wouldn't be a very good pirate if she didn't now would I? Top of the line, I designed it myself too you should see...." he was cut short be the siren and then being dragged along behind Zara. 'What is she thinking?' he thought as they raced towards the window the glass shattering outwards as they approached. She clearly hadn't jumped, thought to do so from a second story would be easily survivable, he stuck his head out the window several locks of wet red hair hanging infront of his eyes, and spotted her scaling the wall. "There are much easier and more practical ways to make an exit you know? Perhaps the kitchen?" he offered swining his legs out the window. He paused a moment finding suitable foot holds and started to lower himself down, he was taller than the woman but at the same time he feet were much larger so he had to alter her route before finally justing dropping several feet from the ground.

His feet made contact and he dropped weight, hand grabbing handfuls of dirt before he bounced back into a standing position. "So now what we sprint back to the palace and be off? I'd personally prefer we took a taxi, or better yet..." he trailed jogging over to a swoop bike sitting behind the building, it was in relatively good condition. "Almost a shame..." he muttered as he picked up a piece of metal garbage from a nearby trash pile and pried off a section of the plating underneath the controls. "Now was it red to green, or black to." there was a spark and the engines started to glow. The zeltron smiled as he stretched a leg over the bike and looked back at the woman "It's only a matter of time before the owner comes back."