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Gorwooken said, ruffling his fur with a giant paw.

"I think the Mon Cals will be, like, totally willing to come aboard," Freya replied. "Rusty, did you, like, say twenty hours to Mon Cal?"
"More like nineteen point eighty nine," the droid replied.

Before his window was up, Elladan's chore was done. Pre-empted, he took a shuttle to New Nyatso's naval yards, where a huge, shining Acclamantor sat waiting, cooling vents releasing steam, and engines warm. The captain found group of six lieutenants and a dozen stormtroopers waiting for him at the loading ramp.

"Welcome abourd, Commander!" The in-charge lieutenant called, as Elladan approached, followed shortly by Sven and a pair of personl stormtroopers. "The Naruodo's Hand is ready for launch."

"Glad to hear," Elladan said, not even stopping to chat. The others scurried after him, as he led the way in, and the doors closed, and were air-sealed shut. "Crew and supplies?"

"We have 700 crew, and 16,000 soldiers and all necesary deployables. There's enough armaments and foodstuffs to fit the entire ship and everything and one in it for a month, non-stop," one of the officers ended, as they took a turbolift to the bridge. "Though, do to your designs, fighter-craft and pilots are at a minimal, to save room for ground deployments."

"A remedy I'll make in the next upgrades," Elladan noted, as they finally reached the bridge moments later. "Bring the ship online, and take it into low-orbit. Contact Vaan."

"Yes sir."

((Could have sworn he was.))

Late in the evening, Link aproached the Dead Space. Veira stood outside, awaiting him angrily.

'Where the hell were you?!" She shouted as the jedi aproached. "I thought you were supposed to be the bouncer! And a couple of guys were in here asking for you!"

Link merely smiled warmly and pressed the signed note from Gordo in the woman's hand.

She frowned and looked at it, her eyes going wide upon reading the huttese script.
"What the hell?!"

Link nodded. "The humble traveler sought out the source of your problem and convinced him that your establishment should be left alone. As such, you will not require the services of a bouncer any further." He bowed formally and turned to depart.

The speed of things seemed to be going by in a rush. Just the other day she had hired this weird outlander, now not only had he singlehandedly saved the bar, but he was on his way out as well.

"Where are you going?" She asked him before he got to far off.

He paused and half turned to face her.
"This one is off for Corellia. But first he must aquire his sword."
He eyed her expression and then smirked knowingly. "Another question have you?"

She blinked. "Yeah! you never told me your name!" She said, suprised that she was so easy to read.

"Oh! How rude of a traveler! It was almost forgotten!" He turned to the woman and bowed again. "The name this one has been given is Link Darksun. A pleasure it was to make your aquaintence, Milady Veira."

With that Link turned and went on his way, leaving the young woman to puzzle over the events of the last several minutes.

It was night as Link aproached the Dancing Blade school, but to his mild suprise, the door was still open.
He walked through the quiet darkened building, his senses alert, his hand upon the grip of his wooden weapon.

Instinct told him to continue towards the training hall, and so navigating by sound and touch he made his way through the dark halls.
He entered the dojo, dimly lit by low powered lights. At the far end of the room stood Syntas Morr, a vibrosword at her belt and a sheathed one in hand.

The woman tossed the sheathed blade to Link. "The weapon was heavily battered. The entire hilt had to be replaced and the blade reheated and reworked. But I think you'll find the results most satisfactory."

Link snatched up the weapon and felt it. The Cutlass had become a full fleged battlesword. Nonetheless the weapon had a pleasurable feel and weight to it, well balanced and molecularly sharpened.
"
The Traveler thanks you whole heartedly." He said, bowing to the echani.
The ringing of a blade clearing his sheath elicited a sigh from him and he drew his new sword. "There was hope that this could be avoided."

"This was part of our bargain Jedi. Now we will see who you really are."
With that the woman held her blade in an on-guard stance and moved in to begin the fight.

The two fighters squared off and, for several minutes, did not move. stood across the room from one another, blades drawn, gazes locked.

Syntas already knew the man was good, but staring him down in a fight was something else entirely. His fighting spirit was so thick it was almost tangible. She gritted her teeth as she stared into his calm, unflinching blue orbs, somewhat amazed at their depth.

Then he was gone.

She twirled to her right and snapped her sword up, meeting his with a sudden ring of colliding metal.
The two struggled, each pushing against the other's blade in an attempt to over power one another.

"You're pretty fast," She remarked with a smirk. She put her weight into it and pushed the jedi back. "But speed alone wont save you from me!" She flew at him with a trio of powerful slashes, only to have the man dodge past or under each blow by a hair's breadth.

Link suddenly slipped around to her side and slashed, a move she just barely parried. She pushed him back again, twirled her blade and came down upon him with a powerful overhead chop.

Link snapped his sword up and the weapons struck each other with a resounding clang. The swords rattled as the combatants pushed at one another. With supprising force, link hurled the oncoming blade off of him, snapped his sword around and jammed the pommel into Syntas' stomach.

The Echani staggered back and coughed as the air was knocked from her.
The man had no emotion, no feeling, nothing to tip her off as to his actions.
It was like trying to fight a shadow.

She was begining to see why the Jedi were such feared fighters. for years she had heard a fundemental aspect of Jedi teachings was that there were no emotions. Here was living proof of that.

She recovered from the blow and took up her weapon once more, but her opponent was nowhere to be found. She eyed the room cautiously awaiting his next strike.

She then became aware that he was right behind her.
Before she could whirl about to defend, she felt the he razor's edge of his sword press lightly against her neck.

In a suprisingly fluent move Link snapped the blade away from the woman's neck and sheathed it.
"This one hopes you were satisfied." He said as he bowed. "Grateful he is for the work on his sword."

Syntas sheathed her sword as well and rubbed her neck. "You're quite good. But you need to focus more on striking power and less on speed."

Link gave a slight smile and nodded. "Of course. But we were not fighting for real now were we? If you pardon, this one must now depart. There is a ship that needs catching."
Link bowed again and made haste for the spaceport.

Syntas watched him go, a thoughtful expression on her face. "A conflicted soul, or perhaps merely a confused one...."

"Like, there's not much of anything on this ship," Freya grumbled. "The usual," she said. "Bantha jerky!"

(( And, with that, shall we fast forward to Mon Cal? sweatdrop ))

Gorwooken said, taking to the copilot's chair. Strapping himself in, he said to Freya.