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Rate gave a sigh as he put down the datapad and and took his credit chip out, he scanned it and gave another sigh, yet this one was on relief. Turing to Lenler he motioned him over."Ok kid, I want you to hightail it to the Spacer Motel down near the spaceport. One the third floor there is a snack room that looks ill used, over the machines there is a cabinet with a suitcase with a pillow case of it. I want you to get that case and bring it back, take all the back alleys, and don't let the greysuits find you with that case, if they do oyur done for. Yah hear me?" Rates face was as serious he could be, and be put special care in instructing the boy what to do.

Groz made some sort of primal noise as the dogs scuttled away. He quickly gathered his wits and made an equally hasty retreat up the stairs and into the house, making sure to close and barricade the door with anything he could find. The whole time, he had his eye out for any dogs in the house and had his blaster out as he searched for any food, weapons, or med supplies that may have been left in the house by it's owners. His bleeding was slowing on some of the more superficial wounds, but he did have enough deep ones to cause serious trouble in the near future without medical supplies.

Nearly an hour later, the Gravtruck returned to base, laden with sealed backs of ale. They'd paid full price for the liqour this time around, since Benton was feeling generous, so he got enough liqour for every man in his recon detachment to have a drink or two, plus the Special Ops squad.

After situating themselves in the mess hall, he and his men began divying out the alcohol, with most everyone in good spirits.

"Barks?" She muttered to herself. The Droid might have a few more screws loose than she had thought. She never knew of anything called a bark, unless he was refering to those antique speeder bikes from the Clone wars.
How a speeder Bike compared to an Armored command vehicle was beyond her.

As the two moved along, Kara was starting to curse the fact she didn't take a transport. This walking was getting her nowhere fast.

While she was moving down the sidewalk, droid in tow, she noticed a Red Speeder Truck parked next to the curb. Curiously, it had New Karna plates.

"Thats odd...I thought there was a ban on inter-town travel." She mused.

She noticed the nearby general store, presumably where the owner had gone to and went in to ask about the red truck.

As he was collecting some Merchandise, Charr happened to glance out the window of the store.
There was an Imperial studying his truck.
"Sithspit." he cursed. before the shopkeep could ask what was wrong, the Rodian had darted into the back.
Dropping his Merchandise, he drew his sleeve gun and listened as the Imperial came in.

The Shopkeep quickly understood Charr's haste once the Imp walked through the door.
Composing himself, he nodded to her as she came in.
"Can I help you, Miss?"

" Oh, well I guess my ride stops here then. " the thug said, dismounting his bike and unhooking the large case from it. He pulled it off the back and quietly said, " Sith, this thing is heavy. " as he barely managed to prevent it from slamming down into the ground. Pulling it to the side, he placed the key to unlock it on top of it. He then looked at the closest Imp. " Just see to it that your boss gets that, and tell him it's a gift from Bolba the Hutt. Now then, unless you want me to stay put while you check it out, I'll be on my way back out now. " The thug walked back over to his bike, waiting for one of them to give a response before setting off back for Bolba's palace.

"Hold it right there," The sergeant hissed as one of the Navy troopers opened the box. The Sergeant stared at the Biker, his blaster pistol ready.

The trooper's voice came back with a startled yelp as he got a look inside, "Weapons and credits!"

"Take him!" And a pair of navy troopers grabbed the courier and swiftly cuffed him. The sergeant grinned at the surprised man, "You'll have a chance to deliver that message yourself."

"Uh... Alright." Lenler said, heading outside. "Oh." He said, before he was completely out. "Hide, or something. If Mom sees you, she'll flip."

with that small warning delivered, Lenler Headed towards the spaceport at a run. He knew that he couldn't take the speeder, he'd have been noticed, and apparently this mission was meant to be as clandestine as possible. Staying to alleys, he finally reached the district famous, or rather, infamous, for its motels. He began to look through the area for the Spacer Motel.

He found it after a brief search. He slipped inside, and dashed up a series of stairwells leading to the third floor. He found the snackroom Rate had described right away, abd began searching through cabinets for the suitcase he had heard about. He found the pillowcase in a matter of moments, and pulled the suitcase out. Case in hand, he ran back down the stairs, and out of the motel. Slower this time, so he could avoid detection, he headed back towards his house.