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Mordranna readied her lightsaber. "Understood. There will be time later," she said with a nod to Ganil. She then looked to the soldiers with them. "Let's go." With that, she marched into the headquarters.

Drako headed to the Docking bay were PR1M3 waited for him. Walking to the ramp PR1M3 had some thing to report.

" I dont like this. Anouther Firespray class patrol ship in this sector. Fett is here. I am no match for Slave 1. Its alone is a fight i cant take. With Fett at the stick....."

" Shut it. I have a plan. Fett is coming for Novara....Not us. We have tome one else on our list. Now charge up. We are leaving."

Gunnie and Hudson searched, nearly an hour through the casinos, until finally Hudson had worn Gunnie's sense of unfooled dilligence down. They decided to enter a bar, and have a drink, before reporting to Neb.

"Can't you remember even the guy's name?" Hudson pleaded, ordering up a drink.

"Nope." Gunny responded. Of course, one must realize that throughout the entire time they had made this adventure, the two happened to end up in some bad luck in the bar.

A Quarren, possibly one of the Mon Calimarian's fiercest rivals, had a particularily bad game of paazac. In disgust, it had ordered a drink, deciding to bet on the dartboard to win his money back. In playing the darts, the quarren had become quite the drunk, and began spewing out various curses and had become quite animalistic.

It was at this time, we enter a scene between Hudson and this quarren, whose name was in fact Oowu, and the scenes which follow.

Oowu, drunker than someone who had disreguarded the rules of drinking a pangalactic gargleblaster, had bumped into Hudson. And being the gentleman.. gentlecalimarian hudson was, he simply made the one statement, "Excuse me". Oowu, on the other hand, took offense that he was being forced to excuse a Calimarian, and began the burbled speech of a drunk madman.

"You! Why, A mon cal! Hell, the planet's named after you farklin' folk. No... Can't call it Quarren. Its got to be.... Mon Calimari!" Oowu slurred.

"I beg your pardon. I merely wished to excuse you for bumping into me. I cannot help my home planet is named the same as our race. In fact, we're named after it."

"Oh! So now you're so high and mighty, aren't you. Just because you topdwellers lhave the republic to back you up, you think you can just push us around, well, this is what I think of it!" Oowu threw a drunken punch, landing Hudson into Gunnie, who in turn, bumped into a Rodian, who had a particularily bad day, killing his bounty when it was to be brought back alive.

As we all know, one fist thrown in a bar leads to a barfight. And dismissing the details of Hudson's crawling to the exit, and Gunnie taking one to the face, we finally take towards teh end tale of the caper, when Gunnie simply stated,

"I remember!"

Stumbling and crawling for their lives, the two made their way out of the bar, and to the one across the street, a little quaint bar by the name of Norric's.

Fett nodded slightly. "I could say the same to you. But I'm here for a job, not talk of navigation routes." His tone wasn't mocking particularly, just cold, to the point.

"The Shadow Blades. Kind of like the Death Watch from before the Clone Wars? Ironic actually..since the clones are now droids and the Death Watch is now the Shadow Blades. No worries. For a while now, Drako Prime and Novara have been..in my service. They revolted against me, and I have as less need for them as you do. If you follow me inconspicously, we can track the two down and destroy them!"

Hudson and Gunnie sat at the bar, ordering up the strongest drinks they could find.

"So, You remembered his name?" Hudson asked.

"Yea!" Gunnie replied, cutting the answer short.

"What is it?"

"Um.... uh... Something something sun. I think it was Celery Quarkson or.... No... That ain't it. Perky Parkson! no.. Umm.. I think it was a vegetable or something for the first name... Lettuce? Cabbage? Oh... I remember something about birds..."

"You mean like Kale?"

"That's it! Kale... Kale... Kale... Fartsun? Sounds about right."

Hudson slammed his head into the bar, as the drinks arrived. They didn't notice some people quickly downing their drinks and heading out the bar.

"So, what's this Kale Fartsun supposed to be? Dipthomaniac?"

"I don't know what that is."

"Drunkard."

"Oh."

"Well?"

"No, he's like some random dude... nothing really special. Wanted on some pretty minor crimes on Coruscant, but otherwise, mostly harmless."

"Great, so we have some pansy outlaw who has a piece of the shards, who probably thinks they're worth something. And we're supposed to pay him to get these shards so he can pay off some parking tickets? Well, that's a real biggie."

"I suppose so. Come to think of it, I think his name wasn't Fartsun anyways... Something blacker... like a criminal organization..."

"You mean like the dark sun?"

"Yea, like that. Kale Darksun.. That sounds better."

At this, more people shuffled out.

"So, we're paying some booze peddler's tab. And he has a shard which we want. How are we supposed to get this from him."

"Yea, figuring this, he's probably a dumber person than I am. At least I know its worth something."

"Yea, figuring that, he's probably a dumber person than..." Hudson stopped, slightly elated, the most emotion he's probably shown throughout this entire RP, "That's IT! he'll prolly think its some stupid piece of glass and sell it to us for that reason alone! You're... well I would say you're a genius, Gunnie, but you're idiosymmetric instead..."

"Runs in the family, I swear!"

"I can pay you well Fett. Did you know your father once served Darth Tyrannus? I offer you a position Fett. Serve me like your father once served my order. You will feel wealth like never before"


Imperius turned and saw what he had expected. This time, he was ready.