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Angel sipped at her drink. " So, are we gonna do anything else after this, or what? " she asked. She then adjusted her concealed lightsaber because it was held against her a little more tightly than what was comfortable. " I hate this outfit! " she thought.

Neb listened to the ear bud, and as the day broke, checked the local time off a random denizen.

"Great, not only have I not had any sleep, but now the senator's trusted aid is in alignment with agressive force users. I better get going, the conference starts in half an hour..."

In one of the less populated sections of Cloud City, an elderly Duros Arms dealer was working on recent repairs to an old blaster longarm. He looked up in time to see Cale walk through the door. "You Presnednen Mallow?" Cale asked the Duros.
"Indeed I am. Dealer in quality collectable blasters. You looking for something rare to add to your collection or a piece to show off?" he gave Cale an aprasing eye. "On second thought, I don't think you're anyone whom I want to sell a blaster too, least of all any of these blasters. Best take your buisness elsewhere, Spacer."
"Nope, I came to the right place. Im sure of it. I need a Blaster, and this is the only place to get the good ones."
The duros gave a lipless frown. "No, none of these are meant to be fired. these are collectable pieces, each one a piece of art recovered at great expense. And I for one would be ahsamed to have one of my pieces be mishandled by common spacer trash."
Cale chuckled and looked at the Arms dealer."Been doing rather well for yourself, eh Navigator Mak? It was kind of a suprise that you settled down here."
The Duros froze in place."wha-what did you say?"
"You probably don't know me, But Ive heard plenty of you." Cale replied. "Actually went off the Tapani sector hyperlanes to dodge a Noble Patrol cruiser. Something few beings can pull off with success. Gramps never forgot that stunt you pulled I've been told."
Presnednen finished his repairs and clutched the longarm. "Who are you?"
Cale pulled up the sleave of his jacket, showing his tattoo to the man."This explain a few things to you?"
The duros was silent for a moment. he laid the weapon down on the counter. and nodded. "I am quite familiar with that mark. You're Ren's son aren't you?"
"Name's Cale. Its an honor to meet the Red Strike's Master Navigator."
The Duros nodded cordialy. "I am pleased to know that the Darksuns still live. But it is best we keep this short. I can guess why you're here. you need a weapon."
"exactly."
The Duros guided Cale into a back room. there, amid boxes of parts, assorted suplies, and several other show blasters, Mak revealed a cache of actual weapons."This is where I keep Items that are lethal, as well as collectable. all of these are works of art, as well as military grade."
"Y'know, I heard you had an odd taste in hobbies, but this is just plain weird." Cale said as he picked through the blasters."Does Boba Fett know you raided his toy chest?" he stopped at a large heavy case marked with an Old Republic insignia and the Blastech logo. Curious, he cracked the box open and looked in. The Box held a carbine-like weapon as well as a matching pistol, both rather ugly weapons. The carbine seemed to have an assortment of attachments that could be hooked on it in short order.
"Yo, Mak, how much for this stuff? I got a pretty big bone to pick with someone. and I think everything I need is in this Box..."

Suitably armed, Cale swapped his jacket for a long coat to hide his new pieces. he hated wearing it, but he needed concealment. Strolling up to a public terminal, he typed in a keyword search for an alien database, searching around for the Being who shot him. it took a while, but he found a race that fit his last glimpse of it. "Clawdite? alright then, now we're getting somewhere."

Selkisto unleashed a salvo into the bar, the infrared tracer following the senator's movements. The man kept his weapon steady as he let off short, sustained bursts. He didn't quite care if he actually hit the target at this point; after all, the bounty intended that the senator be kept alive to the point of delivery. Roughing up a target usually went without penalty, though.

Neb was back at the consolate where the meeting would take place. A clock on the wall stated that there was only ten minutes before the meeting took place. Even for his speed, he could only run the entire distance in 20 minutes. Some of the members had already gone into the chambers and sat at the round table. The meeting was in a room, not at the top nor the bottom floor of the 100 story building, secured by a blast door. The room itself was somewhat cramped for 15 people, not including bodyguards, as the round wood table was much larger than necessary.

"Where's the senator?" A voice called out. Neb began to blush slightly, this being embarassing for him even.

"He seemed to have given me the slip. I had to confront an agressive force user, and the senator bolted... True coward. However, he is in grave danger. His assistant is the one feeding the attacks on the senator. I managed to find her chatting with the si... Agressive force user, alone and away from the Senator. Chances are he's stuck in some dumb casino wasting away republic credits or catching up with some streetscum. If you can find him, be my guest. Cloud city may be only so big, but I am only so little.... Can I borrow a com?"

"GOD DAMNIT! YOU LET HIM GET AWAY? THE MEETING STARTS IN... SEVEN MINUTES! AND YOU CAN'T KEEP YOUR EYES ON HIM FOR ONE NIGHT?"

"I tried telling your staff one room only for all of us, and forced deployment of guards, but you wouldn't listen. Now can I have a com?"

Eight minutes later, Neb had relayed a shortened coded message of utmost urgency, nearly untracible and buggable, describing the assistant's role in the attacks and connection with the sith, or in Neb's case, agressive force user.

However, since the meeting of such places starts promptly when they are told, the meeting had already been started, the blast doors closed, and the senator still not in sight, and the guards back to apathy as their assigned personel stayed safe within the council room....

Angel was confused when the Dark Lord suddenly ran from the table, and then shocked to see a blaster shot land on the table. She immediately dived for cover behind another table, and looked for the Dark Lord. After seeing him pull out his lightsabers and look over and signal her to do the same, she got her lightsaber in hand, activated it, and was ready for anything.