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The Rodian band with Nyalisk in the lead skimmed low over the jungle in their speeders, using tracking gear to try an locate the human's bio signature in the dense forest.
Suddenly an explosion errupted a klick away. the sound carried through the canopy and drew the speeder's attention. they swooped around to examine it.
The party emegred at the blast sight. it wasn't a truly great explosion, more like something caused by Detinite. the rodians scouted the site out, picking up the occasional shard of plasteel, the kind used in packing crates. It didn't take much to figure out. The human had gotten help and had destroyed the evidence. The Rodians checked their scanners once more but found nothing. Just to be sure they expanded the range and did a more thorough sensor sweep. The still found nothing. cautiously they loaded back up into their speeders.
as they were taking off, Nyalisk thought she heard a strange snap, like an air rifle being discharged. she tried to determine where the sound came from but the repulsor engines messed with her hearing. still watching the foliage, her speeder lifted up an away.
in the Forest aways from the clearing, an olive, green, and brown Mandelorian helmit glanced up from behind a log. when the rodians had gone, bandaged hands yanked the helmit off and Cale took a breath of fresh air.
Damn it Nyran! Don't you wash this friggen thing?! yeuch!!" he coughed. "It may have a kick a** HUD and sensors but its like he lives in the thing. thank the force he didnd't drop anything else he wears." The outlaw reached to his newly aquired gear belt and checked the tracking becon and his bio sig disruptor.
"Lock maintained, bio sig still distorted. good. time to move." Cale lept over the log dressed in cammo and loaded down with a silenced E-11, a small pack of survival gear and a few extras that his comrades left him. The Helm belonged to a close associate of his friend Jarrik Corran and the pilot of the Enforcement ship that had dropped the suplies, the Mandelorian Mercenary Nyran Rantel. Its array of gadgets allowed Cale a technological edge in perception and its broad band antenna allowed him comminication with Jarik's ship in the Ropeke's spaceport.
But it still stank.

Imperius was in midlaugh when electricity jumped through his nerves. Struggling to keep the pain and agony in check, he lashed his lightsaber out at Drako through the Force and then kicked the cyborg down to the dusty surface of the mountain.

"Look through history. Dark Jedi always lose to the SITH"

It was night upon Rodia and despite an entire scanning of the forest, no trace of the outlaw could be found. he was in hiding, that much was certain, and no one wanted to return to the lord Ropeke empty handed, even his daughter. she sat near a campfire that the group had constructed examining the outlaw's pistols. one she recognized as an DL-18, abeit a well crafted and customized one. the other pistol, though bearing the Blastech logo, was a model she was unfamiliar with. the man knew his guns so there must be a reason he held on to it.
The other rodians were cleaning their rifles and keeping guard. there wasn't a single one that wasn't equiped with night vision goggles. Infrared was usless in the rodian jungles, for the greatest predators on the planet were cold blooded and no one wanted to be blind to an attack by one.
Out aways from the camp, one of the rodians was relieving himself against a tree.
He never saw the shadow come up from behind and slit his throat.
When the body had gone limp, Cale stole some ammo from the corpse and prepared to put part two of his attack plan into action.