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(I thoguht we were doing Nihl?)

The hutt moved toward them across the platting of the bridge, a pike in his arms. Calra took a step back and lifted her plasma carbine and set it on tight beam. The hutt bellowed in his suit, and the E-web swung toward the two Rapora.

Then Calra fired. The golden plasma bolt burned through the tough armor that covered the hutt and kept going. The hutt's skin's slight resistance to blaster damage wasn't nearly enough to turn to thwart the bolt and it continued on burning into the creature's brain killing it in a spasm of movement. It shook for a moment in convulsions before sagging forward clearly dead.

Calra glanced over the bridge looking for more threats as Revak settled in behind the helm and sent out a message through his helmet comm, "Vessel secure."

Outside the battle had wound down and the familiar shape of the Pride of Mantell pulled up beside them. Jenel Olo's voice crackled across the comm, "Revak, Calra. Roger that. I've got coordinates from our employer as to where to drop off our prizes. Set course for Kothlis."

"Roger that," Revak answered as he typed in the coordinates on the helm, "Be sure to pick up our fighters."

"Already on it, and Revak, our information listed the ship's cargo as 150 slave mechanics and 200 tons of general ship construction materials. We don't have a final destination on the shipment."

Revak frowned for a moment before standing up and taping into the captain's console, "Says they're bound for Mandalore. Apparently the Mandalorians have been short man-power for building their ships in the numbers they want. They're buying workers and parts wholesale, the captain even had a plan to sneak past the Imperial dragnet thats been thrown up around the area. He's getting paid fair market value even."

There was a pause on the other end, "Even with their shipyards pumping out ships like mad they'll need crews. Is there any sign that the hutts are selling out mercenary crews?"

Revak frowned, "It says the Mandalorians refused the offer for mercenary crews, apparently they think they'll be able to crew them without hiring out mercenaries."

"Strange, buying up slave laborers to work the expanding ship building operation, and then refusing mercenary assistance. Maybe we got it all wrong. They might have a surplus of trained crews but not enough ships. If thats the case the Mandalorians are buying slaves to boost ship and vehicle construction to the point that they can equip those warriors they have." Jenel shook her head, "I don't know what this all means, but I've got my money down on the idea that the bothans will want to hear about this."

(Perfect...when Heras comes in it'll be brute vs. brute.)

" Wow, you guys sure took this place to Hell in a handbasket. " Angel said, noticing the entire complex was in an uproar. She felt a dark presence in the Force. " Oh crap. I'm not in any shape right now for a fight with a Sith Lord. I'm still regaining my strength from having that inhibitor on me for so long. I can fight the trainees and such fine, but not the really experienced ones just yet. "

It is...hold out a bit longer and we will be there.A response came back to the Master Mon Cal.

Heras looked down upon the small Master and Jaron nodded."Swifter we must be if they are to survive Stryfe." He said and quicken his pace."Master, ride on my back." Heras sudjested and knelt down quickly, the jawa climbing onto the humans back and the Knight sprinting away, using the Force to quicken his pace.

"Git goin all ah you!"He barked as he hefted his heavy cannon."I'll cover tha rear, Haldir, take da head."The twi'lek nodded and pulled a curved dagger from his thigh and took it into a reverse grip."Follow the leader everyone,"He said then headed down the hall, blaster and blade at steady readiness. Luger taped the commlink in his ear,"On our way back, prep her and we'll be there." As a few peices of rubble were moved to thr side by remaining soilders, Luger let loose a blast of blaster fire, easily taking a few down, but not without taking a burn to his chest which knocked him bnack a few steps, Ginger quickly laid that one down as she took stand behind him.

"Go, I'm alright,"He said reteriving another detonator and activating it, tossing it as he grabbed the pirate by the shoulder and half carrying her along.

"We must buy Lady Freya the time she needs," Iria said, bringing her violet saber to a defensive stance, standing to Kalnar's side, with Gunther at the Mon Cal's other shoulder.

Kalnar's eyes bore into that of Stryfe's, a determined glint in them. "Then, follow my lead, younglings."

"How touching," scoffed the voice of Stryfe. "Then, your younglings will die with you." declared the Sith. With that, the bloody crimson blade came to, the blow preparing to bisect Kalnar in two.

The light aqua of the sea clashed with the blood and fire of the Sith, the master and the dark one matching each other blow for blow.