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((Cale sees him as a really crappy Link Clone. Or don't you get that?))

Auroa came out of the safe house and approached the group. "Hot chocolate is on," she said cheerfully. "I hope you remebered the choclate cake donuts with chocolate frosting and chocolate sprinkles," she said, "you know thos are my favorite."

The Twi'lek took the time to draw out a cigara from inside his jacket pocket and ignight it with a hand flamer.
"Currently, I stand to inherit Gordo's operation, especially since he left no will. Nonetheless, the Hutts will start carving out chunks of it for themselves. I need to prove to them that I am no one to trifle with. Hutts lack back bones. Show a little yourself, and they back down."

Link's eyes narrowed. "You want an enforcer?"

"No, I want a fighter." Nek exhailed a greenish cloud, hinting that the Tabac in his Cigara was mixed with joydust. "There's a tournament on Nar Shaddaa, a Fighting tournament. Brawlers from across Huttspace are going to be in it for the million cred winner's purse and the honor of being the toughest combatant in the Rim. The real reason the Hutts are hosting it is to show off their muscle through their minions. Whoever can afford the best fighter around is no one you want as an enemy."

"And you want this one to compete?" Link asked skeptically.

"You're good. Very good. Even for a jedi you're dangerous. In a handful of seconds you trounced the best fighter I could find. And thats why I want you to fight for me. You only need to present the illusion that you're my Employee. What you do with the prize money is your buisness. But if you win, the Hutts wont dare mess with my territory. I can operate as I wish. And all you have to do is beat the snot out of a bunch of thugs."

Link nodded slowly, comprehending what the gangster had in mind. "And about my ship."
"You bring it to Ord Mantell after the fight, and I'll have my boys outfit you with what you need. Fuel, spare parts, munitions-all at discount prices and with none of the fuss of dealing with legit port authorities."

Link thought it through. It was a good deal, but the twi'lek was just a bit too Oily to be trusted too much. Nonetheless, as a wanted fugitve from Imperial and Sith law, there were all too few places he could land a ship safely.
"Very well. This one will enter the Tournament. But you would do well to stay with our agreement."

Nek smiled, the cigarra resting between his pointed teeth."Of course, jedi. To break such an agreement would be very bad for buisness..."

As soon as the alarm went off, the tunnels were swarming with Toydarians and assasin droids. Every now and then, a Trandoshan would show up, but the primary targets for the Noghri were the locals.

Despite knowing the tunnels, and being armed with more weapons, more defenses, and a known layout of their base, the reptilians and their robotic bodyguards proved pitiful. Often times, entire squads would rush by a dark corner, only to have their throats slit by shadows armed with knives.

The droids fared a little better, especially as the noghri reached proximity to the main base. The droids, unlike the Toydarians, did not become afraid or skittish, and didn't make the same mistakes. Defeating them proved more of a challenge for the noghri, especially since they didn't carry any rifles.

Of course, once they'd killed all of the dozens of droids and dozens more Toydarians and Trandoshans, they had their own weapons cache to choose from.

Detre, however, didn't need any of these. He was his open weapon. As he reached the deepest rooms, where the Trandoshan leader was holed up, he ignited the lightdagger on his arm, and began cutting the door apart.

1 Month Prior

The large flagship of Admiral Stazi was full of movement, even in the gallery. Llednar sat back in the soft sofa, as did the his other three wingmates, the Corilian Tek, the Rodian Orvil, and the female Zabrak Kathrin. Everyone was trying to make talk, but the fall of the Juno was still hard on there minds. There conversations stopped as Admiral Stazi himself entered. They rose quickly to attention.
"At ease, pilots."
They got relaxed, but still stood. Stazi turned to them, looking them all over. The old Duro's face was wrinkled, and showed a man who had lived up the what was said about his fight at Caamas.
"Its good to see some survived the ambush on the Juno fleet. Your squadron has been known to be pretty good, but nothing like Rogue or Shark squadrons. We have pilots ready to serve in place of your fallen, but you need a new flight lead. Rogue two, Xam Skoorb, will be your flight lead until someone breaks through the ranks."
He looked at Llednar for a moment, and then went to sit down at the couch in front of them.
"My... this fight is getting the best of me..."
He motioned for the pilots to sit down as well. They looked at each other, then sat down one at a time. Tek spoke up first.
"Sir, we made it out of the Juno attack because we are some of the best, right? I mean, blasted three Pellaeons against one Scythe... The odds were against us, we held no chance annd were lucky to get the wounded out of those two shuttles, and for us to make it outta there too!"
Tek seemed so offended by the soft spoken Admrial. Stazi gave him a look of digust.
"And this is the attitude that helps the Imperials win!"
Orvil put a hand on Tek's shoulder to calm him down.
"Juno. We all have just lost a lot...>"
The Admiral noded, and looked at Kathrin.
"Sir, I think flying onboard your flagship is an honor. And having a Rogue lead us even better. We will learn much."
She smiled brightly, and then the Stazi looked at Llednar. But Llednar said nothing.
"You have nothing to say, pilot?"
"Nope."
"Really?"
Llednar looked out the door windows, seeing officers, staff, and crew moving around. From inside the small room, only soft muffled sounds of everything else going around could be heard. He looked back to the Admrial.
"To tell the truth, I'm fighting for something I've only known about for about two months. I've killed two people with a blaster, been on the run from a Hutt who wants me back as his little slave money maker, and now... now I fight for a side I know only so little about. An sane person would turn away, but something in me is telling me that this is the right side. That this is what I'm meant to be doing. So, I am here to help liberate this galaxy, even in the slightest way..."
The Admiral gave a small smirk...

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Current

Llednar climbed out of cockpit, seeing the Jedi walk forward. He turned to face them, and gave a bow.
"Master Jedi... My squadron is lost, but my orders from the Admiral Gar Stazi of the core Galatic Alliance Fleet, still stand..."
He brought his bow back up, looking at the Jedi.
"I am at your service."
He then gave a sharp grin of confidence.

Jaden had been traveling for about a day and a half now, passing all check points with his high sith ship codes. And by taking the fast route, he had finally arrived on the planet known as Dathomir. The Dark Wing slowly landed on the jungle surface, in a nice clear zone. Jaden got out of the c**k pit, and soon heard the echo of the force on this planet. The large amount of life, so easy to take advantage of, but no one dared.

Jaden jumped ontop of one of he trees and peered across the land, finding he was not to far from where his vision had taken place. He began to jump from tree to tree, on his way to the women who called him.

The pillar had followed the shuttle over the infamous planet of the nightsisters. HM had made final preparations for the licker's descent, as Ferno was nowhere to be found. The last of the Inqisition's forces had been recalled, and sent on to their next assignments; Ferno would make sure that such a trap would be much harder to escape from.

"What happens when you set that thing loose down there. What happens if it goes out of control?" Veers asked, curious as to deploying such a bioweapon would do. He didn't know anything about ecology, but even an idiot knows that a genetic bioweapon is dangerous wherever it may be; if he's a smart idiot, he'll realize that on a planet full of life, the prefix "bio" and "weapon" put together is a very bad combination.

"Well, Admiral, it would seem that I lose only one body, and everyone steers clear of the planet for three hundred years or so. Ask again later." HM retorted, as the shuttle took off. Veers gave a quick snort; his version of a laugh. The message had been relayed back to Dri'sah that Dathomir was the meeting place, but only for about three days. HM would simply drop the package and be back. All was going according to plan.

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The barren wastelands of the planet held many a reason to hide a jedi. The ruins left behind by the monks provided excellent shelter, despite the cold, and the imperial listening station could be repaired for usage. But with that being the case, the Jedi Master Hassen Rennt didn't realize that not everything could be so deadly.

Covering himself with a fur blanket, he prepared his meditation cycle again. He had minimized himself in the force, and couldn't be detected. The wind blew harder throughout the stone structure, but the cold did not affect him. Still, his nerves bothered him, as it seemed far colder than it should ever be on Rhen Var.

Getting up, he looked as the sun dipped lower below the horizon, but he felt something; something did not feel right at all. It was a chill which penetrated the skin and bone, it went right through. He couldn't understand it, but it was dark. Scanning the area, he saw a shimmer of an outline across the desert iceland, but he couldn't be sure what it was.

Another throb panged his neck, stealing through the skin and to the bone. It felt so real, yet, as he turned around, he noticed the pair of eyes which had plagued many of his comrades years before. As his eyelids drooped, the force could not prevent the drugs in his system from draining him into a slow coma. His last image was that needle, held in the hand of that... thing....