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Fett shook his head, remembering Novara's promise to run no longer. No matter. He would resupply, equip himself to fight Drako, then check on Kamino, assuming the tracking device he fired was correct.

He did not forget Imperious' order to meet at Blackmoon, but he supposed that the Sith lord would be much happier with news of Drako when they were to meet again.

Fett made sure to check that he was alone and that his ship's status was optimal, then sped into hyperspace.

He emerged above Ord Mantell and used false transponder codes to get clearance to land. He debarked wearing a heavy jumpsuit and with his face covered in bandages. Hair had started to grow back out of his head, and so emerged in rough, stunted patches that dotted his skull.

He was imposing nonetheless, and denizens on the streets shied away from him, whether they knew his identity or not.

He made his way to a nearby shop. It had become a favorite of his, as it specialized in providing some of the rarest blackmarket weapons, and of course credits were not an object.

A rodian approached him and spoke in nasal basic. "Ah, master Fett, it's good to see you've returned yet again! What can I get you?"

"Ion weapons. And I need two disruptor rifles, an ysalimari, and an energy cage. It would be good of you to resupply my ship."

The Rodian took the meaning of Fett's implication. "Ah, of course... it's only fair that such expensive commodities be provided along with free services." The Rodian fetched an ancient DC-15 and a disruptor rifle and pistol. He sent an assistant away to find the ysalimari, and another to load the energy cage onto Fett's ship. He accepted the bounty hunter's credits and assured him that his ship would be serviced free of charge. Fett knew, as he did, that his patronage was worth more than a hundred customers.

Kamino. A lush water planet. Drako had been there only 21 days. It felt like a life time.

" Master Drako? Are you alright? " A Kaminoid female spoke.

Drako sat up. He felt no pain but his limbs felt odd.

" Wait....i can feel....." Holding out a arm he saw a real hand. Rather large one at that.

" I see your body is not in any pain. We feared your brain would not make a good transfer. It sufferd some connection damage. "

" This....this is perfect. " A evil grin crawled across his new face.

Drako's new body was 7'9, 308 .lb and was biuld like a power house. Drako payed top cred for it.


Drako got up and moved about the room. Not only could he feel, but the force now flowed through him like a tidle(sp?) wave. Drako dressed him self and walked with the Kaminoid to his supplier.

The buzzer went off, signifying the end of the hour. At precisely the same moment, a rapping came at the airlock. Gunny rose, as if no conversation was needed, and was to escourt the outlaw in. A paradox to some, but in all cases, that was what happened.

"Gunny," a call came from the foreward part of the ship, echoing back to the masterguns. "I would suggest you don't show the pistol you took from the rack behind you. In fact, I would put it back."

Disgruntled, Gunny disarmed himself, cursing the Jedi's perception as he put the weapon away. He let the ramp down, and looked at the outlaw. A quick sigh escaped him, as he had hoped to draw for fun against the outlaw, but the Kapella was strictly a no-weapon zone, as indicated by the sign on the entryway.

"General Nebuchanezzar shall see you now." Gunny muttered, adding under his breath, "even if I don't get to test your draw..."

"Neb will do nicely, Gunny," Neb called from the foreward of the ship. "And no, playing quickdraw won't occur on my ship."

Gunny groaned, as he led the Outlaw past training room and living quarters, to the main recreation room, which held a table, a game table behind it, and a small wetbar, before departing and leaving the three alone, and searched for a weapon to disassemble and clean.

"Quite actually. Anything that can or will go boom he's an expert on. His hobby is seeing who's faster at the draw. He's just a fun guy, but alas, a little bit thick in the head. Though I can garuntee you he's a master at trick shots. Can't aim straight on, but the harder teh shot, more impressive his aim gets. That, and he's the only one I've seen been able to sit at a gunstation for 7 days straight. I belive you met him, and Hudson here. They are my fellows in science, and partners in crime of a former life. Though maybe I shouldn't speak for them." Neb stated, turning towards Hudson, declining.

The two began another chess game, as Neb continued delegating. "Now come, Captian Darksun, please take a chair. I have a proposition for you. You have many questions, and I have many answers, though the two may not add up the same. You have a shard in your possession, though figuring you, there's a chance you have more, or will find more. Before anything happens, write a figure down, any figure, on what you think that piece is worth right now. Then I'll answer any question you have, and at the end, we shall see if the sum I have written down is more or less than yours. We shall go from there. Until then, do take a seat, and feel comfortable. Gunnie's too playful, Hudson can't use a gun, and its against my morals to kill you. And capture would be foolish. I've brought many a more dangerous people on board this ship than you, Captain Darksun, and that many more have left my ship much less than harmed, perhaps even helped. But first, the sum."

Neb took the sum, not even looking at it, and shoved it aside.

"Simply, Captian Darksun, it is this. What you have in your possession is one of 13 fragments of a holocron created long ago. Nobody knows exactly what it does. Though that is my job. I am to find these pieces and figure out what they create. Though I don't believe this fully answers your question. The Tan' Sa' Qua' is the name which it goes by, and by that name, it is linked to the Vor' Na' Tu'. I'm sure you know Skywalker, who collected the shards. Both of them, actually. Brother and sister alike partook in the quest, under the empire's nose. But that isn't the point. The Tan' Sa' Qua', or TSQ by our motly crew, is something which is only speculation. There's much history that I can delve into to fully entrance you into the subject, though it is boring, and figuring your disposition to the jedi, I will save you the trouble."

Neb watched as Hudson got up, and left the room for a brief moment.

"Speculation is around everywhere. But the point still remains you're delving into things that even the jedi are scared to deal with. We don't even believe we can handle it. Very few things we are scared of in this galaxy, Cale, and being on the receiving end of them is usually quite harmful."

With this, Neb leaned close to Cale's ear, making sure he would understand the deprevity of the situation.

"You see, my theory is, that the shards contain the key to immortality. But the price which such gifts are bestowed, my friend, is what the jedi have to find out about. Nothing so powerful as to interrupt the cycle of life and the force can necessarily be a good thing."

Neb backed away, just as Hudson brought in three Gargleblasters.

"Any other questions? Or have I covered the bases which you need?"

Cajin Jorac dropped out of hyperspace in the Corellia system. He came in on a routine flight path to Corellia.

Damn...my ship has been shot up pretty bad...good thing that this was built to last... he thought to himself, as he eased the ship into a hangar.

His dwindling credits just managed to cover the costs of repairing and resupplying his ship.
Looks like I'm almost broke again. I seem to be this way a lot.

He walked out of the hangar and into the city as his ship was being repaired.

"I think you misunderstood, Cale. We know the shards are peices of the Tan' Sa' Qua'. We know it was the sister holocron to the Vor' Na' Tu', an artifact so powerful that Darth Vader himself oversaw the project, whenever the Emperor was preoccupied. Its not that we don't know what it is, we don't exactly know what it does. Seeing as how many of these things are thousands of years old, I'm not suprized somewhere along the line the information was lost. But I also speculate something much more to the story. I believe that the original creator of the Tan' Sa' Qua' planned on using it. However, he realized the horrors which it possessed, and discarded it... poorly perhaps. I don't care whether or not it creates immortality. But you must realize, Captain Darksun, that while our idea is only theory, rumors spread quickly, no matter how hard you try and disguise them. I'm not trying to scare you, only let you come to see things in our light."

Neb chugged the drink down, moving another piece, distracted for only a moment.

"You see, I doubt that you have any significant worth on that piece of rock you have. I, however, do have some use for it. I only wish to barter with you, exchange a useful item for a useful item. But, I can see how you would not want to part with it. I mean, figuring the nature of the holocron, you probably don't mind having the strangest of dreams. Heck, you might even enjoy the pseudo-spice trip you get from it."

He moved another piece on the chessboard, and once again focused attention on the outlaw.

"I doubt you really do have anything else to ask, and I doubt even moreso that there is really anything more we have to talk about. Just remember, Captian Darksun, that once word gets out, you will have much more than me to deal with. And I'm willing to pay a fair sum for it. I doubt, however, that the Dark Lord Imperius or his rouge madman Drako Prime would be as lenient as I am though. Shall I escourt you out? Or would you care for a meal, perhaps? I know you must be a busy person.... doing whatever your kind does nowadays. I used to con people. You, I have no intention of finding out."

Neb got up, right as Hudson said "check", Neb replying with "Mate". He held no grudge in letting the man go. One way or another, he would get his shard, even if it meant destroying the entire Federation of Sith Loyalists.