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As the man clad in the armor of a Storm Commando left the establishment, the shop owner appeared, a kindly, grandfatherly-like older man of roughly sixty standard years.
"It seems that there has been much excitement today," the old man commented.
Iria held up the paper with the black-clad man's comm frequency. "Yes," she said. "I don't know if you remember the strange man from before, but it seems he's looking for him,"
The bakery owner copied the frequency. "Mighty strange outfit for a lawman," he commented, as Iria briefly explained the killer.
"Yes, it is," Iria agreed. And, in the armor of a Storm Commando, no less. Is he a rogue?
"Given the excitement of the day, it's probably best to close up shop," the bakery proprietor said.
Normally, the bakery would operate a couple more hours yet, and Iria insisted on finishing up. "We must think of your customers," she stated. "They would be disappointed if we closed early,"

A couple uneventful hours later, Iria returned to the small cottage she lived in.
Beneath the bed that she slept on, Iria retrieved the footlocker that housed her armor, as well as the weapon of an Imperial Knight.
Donning her armor, she slinked out into the night. Now, to really get to work!

(( S'ok. I just figured that maybe it was a slang term that I might not have been familiar with. Happens to the best of us. 3nodding And, to all relevant players, I'll be with you in a while once I think out me next moves. ^_^ ))

Link slid around a corner to find a chaotic mess.

Charric rounds and high powered energy beams have blown away and scarred a good section of the Hangar. The wreck of a chiss clawcraft smoldered in the Ord Mantell air as an alien starfighter hovered menacingly on it's repulsors and another chiss craft began warming up.
From his position he could see a gun battle between a Chiss soldier and the Reptiloid he saw before.

This was going to escalate quickly. Something had to be done.

"First the fighters must be dealt with." He muttered. A quick glance around the hangar found the facility's tractor beam controls, Designed for guiding ships in and holding ships down that tried to skip town without paying their parking fee.

Through the force he pulled the lever, activating the tractor field, pinning the fighters to the landing field.

Next he drew his attention to the two alien soldiers and with a force empowered voice shouted to them.
"Cease Fire!"

The Kar Asp starfighter hit the ground with a sickening crunch, though the crunch was more from the collapse of ferrocrete beneath it then from the ship's own hull breaking.

Calra's personal armor was smoking from where two charric rounds had hit, but she was still on her feet. Both the Chiss and Calra glanced back toward the hanger's door where a robed figure stood, responding to the voice.

Revak didn't hear the voice because of the roar of the engines and how the cockpit was sealed, but there was a voice in the cockpit... a chiss one.

"Why the hostility? I was going to help you, but now you've commited a crime against the Chiss Ascendancy."

Revak snarled, "Since when do the chiss leave their territory with anything but malevolent intentions!"

((No the Sith is still alive, she's just a repeating annoyance to my Rapora, this is the second time they've encountered her))

Iust swore under his breath as he approached the alley where Kier Derith was holding a child hostage. Now that there were innocents involved things were going to get messy, and he didn't like messy. Upon arrival at the scene Iust was surprised to see an Imperial Knight standing there holding a lightsaber. Upon hearing the knights voice he recognized the girl from bakery, Iria. He drew both blasters and pointed them at Derith.

"Nobody move, Derith you let the girl go, lady I don't know why you are here but leave Derith to me" He commanded.

Pointing his blaster at the frightened girl's head Derith responded "So Graka sent you to deal with me, Why he would hire some overzealous nut job is beyond me, but if you make one more move Iust, or you lady, this little girl gets it."

"You won't shoot her Derith and you know it, because the minute you do your as good as dead. She's the only thing standing between you and me and the minute she dies you die. So let the girl go and maybe we can work something out," Iust responded.

"You won't fool me bounty hunter, I've heard about you. Word on the street is that you never let a bounty escape alive, always going for the kill. The girl is coming with me and if either of you two try following us her life will be forfeit." Derith replied as he started to back away with his whimpering captive. This just keeps getting worse and worse, Iust thought as all he could do was watch Derith attempt to leave with his captive. He had to think of something quick or lose Derith, and the girl.

"Since when do you know anything about the Chiss?" Vaan demanded as his clwacraft's ion engine strained, struggling to fight the tractor beamds. "What are, you?"

Meanwhile, Ashe and the female saurian were both standing across from each other, Ashe with her charric drawn, looking over Varl's mangled body. He was still alive, but in bad shape. This had happened once before, and the last time it was a mess. But that was what came from Varl's recent hostility towards Vaan and his policy. Normally, he'd be on the Stormhawk as interim commander, but Vaan didn't trust him anymore. So Seifer was left onboard the ship. Vaan didn't want anymore trouble then he already had.


The robed figure shouted something about cease fire, and instinctivly, both Ashe and the alien both aimed their weapons at him.

Revak snarled, "Don't get me started, we might be hidden in the corner of the galaxy but that doesn't mean we haven't heard stories... blood thirsty chiss vengeance squads! Sure you may have a don't hit them first honor rule but you've always been damn bloody minded once your archaic sense of honor was satisified. How many Vagaari civilians did you kill? How about the Killiks?"

Suddenly Revak's comm squaked, "Damn it Revak! Stop Rakata baiting that chiss and get down here!"

With another snarl Revak spun in his chair and saw Calra standing, her legs quivering nervously with a metal sword blade beneath her chin. The one thing Raporan designers had never considered when designing the armor, vibro swords!

He slumped in the seat, defeated as he powered down the ship's repulsor. He couldn't risk Calra's life.