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Chole stretched again, shaking her head. "Of course I'll be working! You've got no reason to think otherwise," she huffed.

Moving herself to the same mirror that Nyx had just finished using, Chole glanced over her own appearence. She, however, wasn't about to primp, or straighten, or anything of the like.

She was just making sure she wouldn't get arrested in her own workplace for indecent apparell. She grumbled something about the struct dress code, then swiped up her other blaster as she headed out the door. She needed to take a shower and change into her uniform before going to work.

She glanced at her chronometer, noting that she had exactly one hour.

Mr. Roboto Collects his Bounty then Jumps into his ship "Domo Arigato Mr. Roboto Domo Domo" And Flys off To Nar Shadda, Via the Hydian Way. (time Jump For my char.)

Kilroy Stand in the Room Next to the Brotherhoods Primary Leader, Planing And Listening Through the paper-thin Walls. They Were Talking about Sending Aide Shipments To A Place Called Tatooine. Suposedly Thats where Another Orginzation Distributes the Materials and Sends them to Another Unknown Location. Well this guy Does have A decent Price on his head. Perhaps... Hmm... I wonder if the Empire Could possibly ever Pay if i took down a jedi.... Mr. Roboto Sneaks Outside and walks down to the next door down the hallway. "Open Up, its the pizza Guy!"

"yeah? i Dont Remeber ordering a Pizza." *opens the door.*

Kilroy Quickly Uppercuts the guard then hits him with the butt of the E-11. He Dodges inside.

"wheres the pizza man?" *Another Guard gets up.*

Mr. Roboto Shoots him Square Between the eyes.

*two Guards jump up. They throw Stun Grenades.*

Kilroy throws a Frag Grenade and ducks out the door. The Guards Down He Stuns the Leader And Drags the body Out of the Apartment And down to the Ship. Then Kilroy interogates The Leader of the So called Brother-hood.

After Getting No useful info Out of the Leader Except (Tatooine.)Our Hero Boards his ship "Domo Arigato Mr Roboto Domo Domo" And Heads off to Kuat to see the Empire peeps. Along the Permilian Trade Route, Our Hero Gets Yanked out of hyperspace by Drell Pirates. Kilroy Runs through an engagement Checklist. He Puts his Evasive skills to the test. Two small light Starfighters Break off to intercept his excape patern. Mr. Roboto Launches heavy Projectiles to the first one followed up by laser blasts. The First one trys to evade but gets hit by the splatter of laser fire, the second one gets behind Mr. roboto. "Comandohit use the turrets please." Bam! Bam! Kilroys ship takes some damage. All of the sudden the second one blows up via the comandohits speciality skill with those turrets. Once clear of the Gravity well Kilroy jumps to hyperspace. Following the same vector the pirate fleet, (Two large ships and a carrier that hold 12 ships) jump to hyperspace also.

It had been a fun, yet horribly stretched-out day.

As promised, Nyx had spent most of the time with Chole, playing sabacc hands and discussing menial subjects over a few drinks afterwards. It was entertaining, yet it was obvious to her that Chole wanted to get a move on their newest hunt.

Nyx had been careful not to reveal anything of importance to her... yet. By experience, she knew that Chole would become far too antsy in the time between job conception and execution.

Besides, she figured, she's got work to deal with.

And deal with it she had. in fact, Nyx had watched in amusement as her partner played the role of 'bouncer', politely 'escorting' several drunkards off casino property.

Chole's physical strength was extraordinary. And although Nyx had been working with her for a while now, it still amazed her.. especially when she watched the twiggy young adult toss people larger than her a relatively long distance.

Nyx chuckled at the memory, quietly walking down Ord Mantell's industrial side. Chole was doing extra hours tonight so she'd have time off later, and thus embark on her mission... and that gave Nyx more time alone.

She sighed contently, stretching her arms above her head. Sharp blue eyes surveyed her surroundings. Although the lack of natural light caused her to lose some detail in her vision, years of practice sharpened her senses.

Her smile slowly faded, however, as a ship moving in a downward spiral began to approach Ord Mantell's crust. She spat out profanity, moving to the nearest comm system to notify the authorities. She was positive they'd already seen it, but it hever hurt to make sure.

.....were....*There is a slight screeching sound.*

Anywhere. Can...can you hear me well?

*Sythe climbs unsteadily from the frieghter, some blood running from his head. He approachs the man, his rescuer.*

The name's Silverfang, Sythe Silverfang. I believe a thanks is in order.

*He offers a hand.*

Nyx's gaze followed the aircraft as it spinned, and was eventually caught by a larger ship of the same class. She stared as it was brought to the ground, conveniently not far from where she was standing. Her curiosity getting the better of her, she quickened her pace to go see what was happening.

The spaceport was definetly busier than usual, as the Derby was fast approaching in upcoming months. She made her way through the crowds, heading for the one particular docking bay...

She allowed her sapphire eyes to graze over the 'parked' ships until they came across the two most familiar. She made her way down the port entrance ramp, her pace once again quickening as she reached the two.

They were introducing themselves in a rather nonchalant fashion. She raised an eyebrow, deciding that this was a great time for her to butt into their conversation.

With the proud mannerism and grace that came with years of bounty hunting, Nyx slipped through any remaining obstructions before she stood near the two. A sly look crossed her face as she leaned against a docking fence.

"So was it the controls, or was it pilot error?" she asked to the one who called himself 'Sythe Silverfang'. She ran a gloved hand through pale hair, glancing from one figure to the other.