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Nakara heard the mando yell out. But she had at least been a wonderful customer, his probing worth every ounce of contempt he had gained, perhaps even so great as to be a willing accomplice to a plan of his.

"I thought I felt another presence with her," he mumbled. Nubyl looked up at him, curious to the statement. "Don't get me wrong, it could easily be that she's a psychopath as well, with a hardy personality that makes her seem like more than one mandelorian female. Still, a taung/human offspring. She'd have to be born from a mandelorian mother to have stood a chance at making that happen."

"You make the most illogical conclusions based on baised data that is insufficient to the points of debate, Doctor. How is it a scientist fails at his own scientific method?" Nubyl retorted, broadening the schematics of the entire camp.

"Same way you fail to woo my name out of me, my dear. I'm sort of fond of people asking "Doctor who?", though. So far, it keeps me safe from those blasted sith. Now, this entrypoint you were talking about?"

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Hours passed, as Nakara shrank down, small enough to fit through a crack in the wall, a fissure caused by rusting metal at the base of the foundation and into the main complex. Nubyl had been more than helpful at finding a weakness into the main hall, but it wasn't for him to get in; rather, it was to help him get out. As the small throne sat, completely unguarded. Security was nothing much, as nakara ran behind the chair and resumed a more normal form. Letting out with the force, the alarm system that powered the grid on the floor shorted out, simple as that.

"Oh, I could have fun playing an old man with that artifact," he said, staring at the black withered cane, casually tossed aside as a trophy more than a weapon. But its force power was more than evident. He snatched it, in both hands, as he opened up a hole into his body, into his stomach. Buglocks, he had shown them exactly to the tribe of Kusp for a deal, and his earlier test against their lockers was demonstration that it was the real deal. Their doors were the same upon closer inspection, a simple ten-digit code. Slliding the disk under the door, it sprouted a quartet of legs and unlocked it.

"Too easy," he muttered, opening a window and fumbling out into the frigid air. "Nubyl, start the engines," he ordered over the comm, as the shuttle began to whine. There'd be a bit of a walk, but the guard came around the side of the building unexpectedly. But Nakara was never one to let himself be caught without a plan.

"Who're you? What are you doing?" the Blue mando asked, as Nakara transformed his arm into that of a gundark, letting a strong punch crash right into the helmet. the mando dropped, unexpecting such an action, as nakara let his smile grow. It was too easy, as he pinned the mando down. his thumb and pinky compressed, as his hand converted from Gundark to Rancor, and squeezed on his ribs, fracturing them all.

"Seek out Ruusan, mando. If you dare."

The shuttle began to finish its warmup sequence, as Nakara returned to human form and bolted with the help of the force. Safely on the ramp, his eyes glowed red as he gave one last look at the camp, and a laugh let loose as the shuttle took off, heading out for the night sky and to Ruusan.

Siren began to moan louder, and half-screaming in gasps. Calliga was doing good, but she also needed to keep him going. If it was too easy it wouldn't be beneficial for either of them.

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Saria knocked on the door of the small shack a bit away from her garden. The door opened a moment later and a ghostly pale figure appeared before her. " Need something? " was all that came from her, her voice as grim sounding as it always was. " I thought you could use some of these. " Saria said, holding out a small box with a few drinks made to help energize and rejuvenate. Nemesis took the offering, giving only a small nod to signal her appreciation, before vanishing back inside.

The door was still open, and Saria followed her inside. Looking around she noticed everything had been moved against the walls. Nemesis had been practicing with her saber again. The near-human opened a bottle and drank its contents in a single sitting, then set it aside before bringing her saber out and beginning to practice again.

" So how long have you been at this today? " Saria asked. Nemesis seemed to ignore her for a moment, her back to the girl and swinging her saber around a bit before stopping after bringing it downwards. Without turning to face her, she spoke. " Couple of hours I guess. " " I see. " Saria said. " I'll leave you to it then. " She went back out and continued to see to other things. She knew Nemesis wasn't much for talking, but wanted to at least show she could count on someone other than herself despite the sparse trust the Order gave her.

Katarra grinned, showing her many pointed teeth in a pleased show of the respect granted to her. It was rare to have a genuine conversation, and her ears twitched under her fur, glad to find someone who actually understood her. It was frustrating to rely on droids constantly.

She growled to the woman, responding but stopped as another voice drew the woman's attention, and she herself turned her blue eyes to stare at the man who had spoken. She studied him, a bit peeved at having the conversation interrupted just when she had been eager to speak, but waited pateiently, not about to give up her new conversation-mate so soon. Her ship's repairs would take some time, she could afford to wait.

But she grinned widhe and coughed out a loud barking laugh as the pink-skinned woman answered the man's question with a riddle, though her comparison was off. Wroshyr trees didn't break.

Katarra's attention focused on the man abruptly when he attempted to speak her language. Humans could NOT do such a thing, and what he said translated rather rudely. She scowled slightly, but said nothing in return. However, his words unnerved her.

Superiority of the wookiees? What on earth did THAT mean? The wookiees had been slaves for most of their space-fearing years, and no one that SHE knew of considered them superior, and she herself definately did not see herself that way.

She folded her arms, watching the pink-skinned woman.

You Will Never Be A Man

She stood there half listing to his excuses as he rattled on, until she had had enough.
“Well,” she started to say, a smile creeping across her face. “I got some good news an’ some bad for ya’, you found yourself with a pilot, that don’t have no ship. I think your out o’ luck pal ‘cause you barking up the wrong tree.” Her smile was not reflected within her cold blue eyes.

Siren saw that Calliga caught on to her, and realized what he was doing. She returned the same thing back to him, grabbing on to him tightly as if she was about to give in to the pleasure, then nothing, then again, then nothing. For one of them to give signs of overwhelming ecstacy 1st seemed to be a competition this time, so she decided to try to return what he was giving her, so they could both hit that moment of euphoria together.