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Angel goes and gets 2 glasses of water, 1 normal one for the Dark Lord, and 1 carbonated and cherry-flavored one for herself. She made her way back to the cockpit. " Here you go. " she said, handing the Dark Lord his drink, and downing her own rather quickly. " I just remembered something... At some time between the battle of Kashyyk and our trip to Ruusan, I scavanged some parts I thought could be useful later on. I'm gonna go see if anything's worth keeping after all this time. " She then made her way to the hangar and boarded the Sundered Rose. Once inside, she checked all the compartments and took all scrap pieces she had collected out into the hangar, where she dumped it all in a pile. Deciding to put in some Force practice, she organized the mess using her levitate power, and discovered that some parts could make a lightsaber, and as luck would have it, there was a red crystal lodged inside 1 of them. In a short amount of time, she had constructed an exact duplicate of her own saber, down to the very last details. Using the Force again, she moved the scrap pieces into storage containers in the hangar, and the empty compartment containers back into her ship. She then headed into the training room to practice with her new saber, making sure it was in perfect working order. Satisfied, she then began using both sabers at once. Having very good skills with a saber already, she didn't take long to get used to using 2 at once, though it would take much more practice to fully master the new style. While practicing, she began to think of how much more deadly she would be with 2 sabers instead of 1, and then her thoughts turned to Drako and how to kill him with her increased deadliness. Her anger and hatred began to burn inside her as she remembers what he did to Phoenix. Not wanting to think about it any more, she thought about Mordranna and Neb, remembering the kindness they showed her, and she began to feel at peace again. She was emitting Force energy as if she was trying to attack someone, but was so deep in thought she didn't realize it, and the energy was unleashed into her sabers. A sudden cracking sound brought her back to reality, and she worried for a second that she had unwittingly broken her sabers. After seeing them still intact, she noticed that the Force energy had left its mark. In ancient Sith characters, the word Salvation appeared on her right hand saber, and Punishment on the left. To her suprise, she could read the names easily, and even more, her sabers felt as though they had just become more of a part of herself rather than a pair of weapons. After taking a moment to think about what happened, she went back to the Dark Lord. " I moved the spare parts into the storage containers in the hangar. If you want to use them for anything, go ahead. Turns out I did have use for some. " she said, and pulled out both sabers. " There were enough lightsaber parts with a crystal lodged in one of them that I could make another saber. Now we both have 2. "

Boba Fett emerged over Kamino. It was not lost from his memory; no, he made it his policy to remember as much as possible. Images from his childhood were no exception.

The briny seas churned violently below his ship, which lazed peacefully towards one of the dome-shaped colonies, lit brightly amid the masses of dark blues and greens. It landed gently, and an emessary came to meet him.

"Master Fett. It is good to see you again. If you'd like to submit to some tests-"

"I'm here on business." There was no brevity in the bounty hunter's tone.

Thunder cracked overhead in the span of time it took for the Kaminoan to respond. "Well... yes, master Fett, that is your choice. Our facilities are at your disposal."

"I need to find a sith. I've learned that he is here. He's large, mechanical. You know where he is."

The alien looked slightly perplexed. "There is no one here like that. Not any longer..."

"Any longer?" Fett took a threatening step toward the elongated being, who retreated instinctively back into the doorway to the landing pad.

"Er..yes, master Fett. We have given him a new body. A living body. Quite an achievement, if I may say so-"

"Where is he?" the human demanded, the patience ebbing from his tone.

"...I will take you to him."

Fett put up a finger. "I'm not ready."

He went back to his ship and glared at the DC-15 he'd spent so many credits on for naught. No matter, a human body would lend itself to its own disadvantages. He slung it over his shoulder so it wouldn't be wasted, and retrieved his favored carbine of late, then loaded his wrist rocket launcher. Poison-tipped darts would be a poigniant and ironic weapon, so he added those to the small arsenal assembled on his body.

He strode back out of his ship, in full armor, and bristling with weapons. "Let's go."

The Kaminoan, reduced to a veritable quivering pole at the sight of the most feared bounty hunter in the galaxy so adorned, remained rooted for a moment before responding. "..Of course, master Fett."

Fett strode towards the room where Drako, in his new form, had greeted his old body. He still held a considerable amount of power on Kamino, and technicians saw to his orders. He needed only to track his quarry, then lure it to its death. Drako had left, so he chose the path his prey had taken and followed suit. He spotted the Sith, knelt, and opened fire.

Red bolts from his blaster sizzled through the air, blocking a corridor adjacent to the Sith. Fett fingered his wrist rockets, but knew the time for them was not yet at hand. He noticed the droid body, fully functional, and prepared to switch to the '15.

Cale Looked at the word written on the sheet in his hand. He glanced back as the Jedi took off in his ship and left Dark Heaven.
Death? Was that cocky Barve threatening me? He thought as he crumpled the paper up and chucked it in a nearby bin. Whatever. Im not going to die just because some Force Jockey writes it on a hardcopy.
He called his ship up and told it to stand down. The trouble it seemed had passed.
Cale placed his hands in his pockets and walked back to the life.
"The Sith, The Jedi, This Exchange thing. Seems Im pretty popular all of a sudden. Two of them want the shards I got." He scratched his chin as he thought. "If this gets as bad as Force Jockey keeps saying it will be, maybe I should eject the damn things into the maw."
Seemed like a good enough contingency. Deny it to all interested parties by chucking the shards into a black hole.
But right now, Cale needed a drink. Best to enjoy himself while he could before the Nine Corellian Hells came knocking at his door.

Drako walked with Drake. His comm went off just as blaster fire rained down around him. Drako clamly force deflected the blaster fire with his hands.

" Drake....time to see if i am as good as i think. "

Drake activated his main weapons and launched off. Tracking Fett Drake routed around Fett.

Drako left his saber by his side as he clamly walked toward Fett deflecting shots like flys.

" Ahh...Fett. The most feared and respected bounty hunter. The only thing i fear is your not going to live through this. " Drako yelled out.

Drake landed behind Fett. Activating his shields his opened fire. Drako waited for Drake to finish Fett off.

Fett cursed himself for being caught off guard by Drake in these corridors, but he always had an escape plan. He lept high into the air with a jet-assisted jump, twirled, and thrust the spike-tipped toes of his boots into the ceiling, giving the verbal command to release them. In the fraction of the second where he was suspended in the air by his momentum, he switched to the '15 and unleashed a full clip at Drake. The EMP effect of the bolts easily sliced through the shields, and even the armor of the robot could not resist the power of the weapon for too long. After unloading the clip, he threw the gun at Drako, fired a rocket at Drake, retracted his spikes, and lit his jetpack. He'd navigated narrower corridors than these, and he soared over Drako, flying past with ease. He landed a few dozen meters down the corridor behind the sith and his allies, turned to fire some fleeting shots at Novara's troops, then ran full speed towards his ship.

Fett stopped just before the entryway and twirled around its frame. He took out his carbine and armed another wrist rocket. Things weren't going quite according to plan.

Some time later in the hangar he was renting, Cale leaned against the landing leg of his fighter and worked on his datapad. Cambot was hovering silently over his shoulder watching his progress.
"Now what are you doing, sir?" the droid asked.
"Long story short Im buying us a new ship." Cale replied.
The droid glanced up ath the Phoenix looming overhead then looked back to the human."So You've finally decided to scrap the Phoenix?"
"hell no. We still need that. I just need something to haul her around in. But not just anything. I need a ship with Choobies, a bird with strong fast legs and a wicked bite, a ship that can carry both the Phoenix and a good sized cargo. and It has to look good. a real looker. and I know just the ship." He puncked up an image and showed it to the droid. "Behold, our new ride in all her glory."
The droid scanned the image intently."The CEC Yz-775 class transport." it read. "You really know how to pick them sir."
"Damn straight." Cale said with a grin. "I saw it in a bar. ain't it great?"
The droid looked at him wearily. "I was being sarcastic sir. The 775 is a paramilitary transport and costs ten times as much as your current funds. Short of stealing one, there is no way possible way a civilian, much less a criminal like you, can aquire one legally."
"Sure there are. You just have to find the proper loop holes." Cale said as he scanned the datapad's screen.
"Fine. Legality aside, you have nowhere near the funds to afford it. I know that much for certain."
"You don't know jack my mechanical friend." Cale said with a grin. "Because I have an Ace in the hole. literally." Cale reached a hand into his jacket and withdrew a simple card.
The droid stared increduously at its owner. "A Trading Card? our 'Ace in the Hole' is a child's Trading Card?"
"Not just any Card, Cambot. This is my rare, one-of-a-kind Wedge Antilles auto graphed Ace Pilots of the Rebellion collector's card." Cale said as he held it before the droid. "I won it off some Techs on a Coruscant bound ship about a year ago."
The Droid examined the Card with marked skeptisism. "And where are we going to cash this holy artifact sir? I doubt we would even get a decent price here."
"Not Here pal, here." Cale said as he slid the Card back into his jacket and showed him the datapad.
The Droid gave its incredulous stare again. "You're putting it up for bid on E-port? The Holonet Auction house?"
"Yep. theres bound to be some idiots who are willing to waste their money on this little flimsiplast card." Cale said as he worked the datapad again. "Alright, just set the starting bid and lets see who comes a knocking."
The two waited for an hour with nothing to show.
The droid gave a close aproximation of a sigh. "Well so much for that plan."
Cale shot the robot a look. "shut up. We just have to be patient."
The Datapad alerted him to a bidder.
"well see? there you go! we have a customer!"
The Datapad beeped again.
"and another!"
and then about a dozen competing bids apeared at once. Cale stared at the numbers that were being posted for the card.
Cambot floated over to Cale's ear and Muttered in it. "Um, Sir? Your oral cavity is ...leaking."
Cale wiped the drool from his chin.

The Bid Closed, the Card Mailed to its winner, Cale Now began loading supplies into the Phoenix, Cambot helping as best it could with the tractor beam it had been given by it's jawa creator.
"Ok, The Plan is this: we ditch this rock, head straight to Corellia, buy a 775 and whatever parts we need, then we blow whats left on hookers, Beer, and whatever it is that droids do for fun." Cale said as he manually loaded his missles.
"Wouldn't it be smarter to buy a Cargo to ship too while we're at it?" the droid said as it scanned the hull of the ship for possible flaws or tracking becons.
"Shut up shockball. I got that covered. Any Native Corellian or operator of a CEC ship can apply to the Corellian Merchants' Guild. Luckily I apply for both once we get that ship. They can hook us up with a cargo lickety split. But with the guns on this baby, we may just fall back on an old Family tradition." Cale Finished his loading and scrambled around back to unhook the fuel hose.
The droid floated next to him as he hustled to get his work done. "I dread to ask, but what family tradition is that sir?"
Cale gave a wicked smiled. "Piracy. Now get a move on Cambot! I want to leave port within the hour while Lady Luck is still on our side!"
The two continued their work at double speed.

Drake was no normal droid. Mainly that he had Drako's true body and that his frame was now that of a assault droid. The EMP blaster that Fett used did brake his shields like a hot knife through butter, but his armer negated the blaster.

Drake watched as Fett launched the rocket at him. Drako avtivated his repulser and the rocket was sent off its path and into the wall. Rain and wind rushed in. Drake ignored the weather and followed after Fett.

Drako laughed. " I guess i am that good. Novara, your men are at Fetts ship... Right? "

Drako ran off. Running down one of the corridors Drako slowed him self down.

" I know your there Fett....there is no need to fear me... I can offer you alot more then that so called Sith. " His voice sounded calm and cold. Drako slowly walked to the entrance of the ships landing pad.