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Seraph Dawn

Corvin was surprised to see the Grandmaster at the airlock so soon, and was sure De'avirl would be coming up in a few minutes after she finished the docking procedures - the Wren was a fine craft, but she didn't have a fancy AI to fly her and FUBAR was many things as an astromech droid, but pilot was not one of them.

Elyria was at his side in an instant, and once again Corvin felt a strange jealousy for the attention she lavished on the old man. The others made hesitant introductions, but the scoundrel couldn't help but take note of the Master's haggard appearance in his tattered Sith garments. "Endar, you look like bantha dung!" he said, walking toward the airlock. "Let's get aboard the Wren where we can all sit down. I'm sure I've got some clean robes you can wear."

"Yeah right, like i'd be caught dead helping that druk. I'm pretty sure he told you himself, I was called there and offered a bounty for his death. I intended to collect but he crashed the party and took out my would-be employer."

He slowed down as he heard Mizu's response regarding Dawson... he was following Endar's new protege, after all. Things were suddenly much more interesting!

"Would you join us...I know Corvin would love to show off the Wren...and..well you just have to meet Dee! "
Ryo smiled at the je'daii's memory.
"You forget i've met her already. And I did get a brief tour of the route from the cargo hold to the bridge."
Turning to Mizu he nodded towards the Wren..
"You joining us then?"

Location Unknown. (Possibly Outer Rim)

Suddenly, the sound of keys rattling, and metal scraping and banging against other metal. A small window slid open, and a blade of yellow light pierced the dark.

"Hey," shouted a gnarly little voice from the beyond the window. "Where did he go?!"

Ori sat still in the dark, waiting. The cell door slammed open, and two men rushed in. Before their eyes could adjust to the blackness that engulfed them, Ori rushed the one closest to the door.

He struck hard and fast, and in a flash the Wookiee was pinned to the ground. The other Devorian guard was quick to remove and subdue the prisoner, but not before he was able to shove his thumbs deep into the eyes of the Wookiee. The chilling screech he emitted echoed harshly throughout the cell and the hallway.

"You little s**t," Started the Devorian. "You'll pay for that,"

The sinister looking guard reached behind his back to unsheath a long curved blade with a jagged edge. Slowly he brought the dagger up to his face. Ori could see the brownish stain from blood never wiped off. The Wookie continue to lay on the ground growling and writhing sporadically in pain.

"Hush up back there," yelled the Devorian; a sick look of bloodlust creeping into to the black of his eyes. "I won't be able to hear this one's screams over yours."

The Devorian had Ori pinned up against a wall, his feet above the ground, with one arm. He's much stronger than he looks Thought the bounty hunter.

The blade was brought up to his shoulder, and very slowly thrusted into him. The guard smiled and never gazed away from Ori's eyes. Ori shouted in pain, and the Wookie growled in response.

"You're not so tough," The Devorian remarked, almost sounding disappointed. "They told me you were tough,"

"I don't know about tough," Ori replied, fighting back the pain, "but I'm definitely dangerous."

The Devorian laughed in his face, and the Wookie behind him Roared furiously, punching at the ground.

"He's saying he's gonna kill you for blinding him, But not before he tears off your manhood." the Devorian translated.

"I know what he saying," replied Ori. "I've known enough Wookiee in my time to understand Shyriiwook just fine"

The masochistic guard twisted to knife in Ori's shoulder.

Ori grunted it off and continued, "And I've known enough Wookiee in my time to tell the difference between a true monster and a worthless ball of fur,"

Enraged, the blind Wookiee rushed to where he thought he heard Ori speaking, but tripped.

Ori laughed and the guard replied by slicing Ori's face. blood rushed into his eye, and for a moment he thought the guard had stabbed him right in the socket.

The Wookiee finally made his way to the prisoner, grabbed him by both arms and roared harshly in his face. The Wookiee pulled on each arm, and Ori yelled. He had seen Wookie pull the arms off of men many times.

"Detonate!" Ori managed to exclaim, and immediately the Wookiee's head had exploded, covering Ori in thick, dark blood.

The Devorian shouted, horrified and unsure of what just happened. Ori took advantage and quickly lunged for the dead Wookiee's bowcaster. The guard tried to reach for his communicator in an effort to call for backup, but Ori was too quick, and shot two bolts into his stomach, sending him flying back knocking the communicator out of his hand and his head against the wall.
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When the guard came to, his arms were bound behind him, and Ori stood over him. blade in one hand, communicator in the other.

"I've got some questions for you," The Mandalorian said coldly. He penetrated the Devorians stomach with the blade. He then retrieved a small metallic ball from his mouth and shoved it deep inside his wound. "If you don't answer, or I dislike what you have to say, you'll suffer the same fate as the furball."

"First question," He paused to study the Devorian. He looked scared, but he attempted to mask his fear with strength. He was failing miserably.
"Got any smokes?" He said nothing, but Ori noticed him glace at the lifeless Wookiee.
Ori retrieved and lit a cigarra from one of the corpse's pouches.

"Next question: Where am I?" Ori asked.

"The other guards must have heard the explosion. They'll be on their way any minute." Replied the Devorian.

"Well you were out for a little while. Where do you think your friends are?" Ori asked devilishly.

The guard remain silent and looked away.

"What was it they told you about me? Said I was tough?"

The Devorian looked everyhere in the cell but at Ori.

"I'll ask again, where am I?"

"Nar Shaddaa" He replied quickly.

Ori stabbed him in the leg. "Not good enough. More specific."

The Devorian shouted, and exclaimed, "You're in Blackhall! Grodo the Hutt's personal prison under his Casino!"

"Why?" Ori retorted simply.

"I don't know, But Grodo doesn't put just anyone in here. It's just you and two other prisoners, so you must have really pissed him off."

"What did the other prisoners do?"

"Two pirates that tried to steal Grodo's fortune."

Bingo Ori thought.

Ori took a long drag from his cigarra and blew the smoke in the Devorians face. Then he put the ember out on the guard's wound.

Screams bounced off of the walls of Blackhall.

Ori then entered a receiving address into the communicator and shoved it in his prisoner's direction. "I need you to give someone directions."

Mandalor-wars cry

Lanth awoke on the mess hall floor groggy and hung over. The loud beeping from the communicator on his belt shredded through his ears, hastaly fumbling on his by looking for the communicator. Gruff and angrily Lanth answered "Who ever this is it had better be damn impo, but he was cut off by a familiar voice. Ori after all this time he had finally heard from his long lost brother. "Hello brother I need you to come and pick me up I have a lot to tell and am short on time I'm in a huts prison on Nar Shaddaa. I'll send the coordinates" before Lanth could say anything Ori had hung up. The man do jumped to his feet and sprinted to the cocpit, Ori had a lot of questions to answer and a beating coming for all of this.

Nal Hutta

Ced found his way to a dung heap of a cantina rather quickly, hardly even through the door when a server in front of him slipped on the wet floor.
He strode to the front and leaned over the bar.
"I did not know it was raining," he said to the Rodian bartender. The Rodian grunted something in Rodese to the server who had fallen before turning to address Ced.

"I only wish my problem were leaky ceilings. Not long ago, loud group come in, showing off tricks. Girl decides to play with fire, sprinklers go off, everyone evacuated. That little ittu left before she could pay me for damages."
"I see..." Ced replied, feigning disinterest as he pretended to be engrossed in the drink menu.
Large group with strange powers? Could it be he had just missed them?
"Do you know where they went?" he asked.
The Rodian shrugged.
"Far as I know, they got away, not before one of their ships caused some damage in the east side of town. Look, you buying something or not?"
"Yeah, yeah. You play Sabacc, barkeep?"