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He nodded, his shoulder-strapped rifle jiggling a bit. "Yes, please follow me." He then led her down a corridor, and torwards another one, where she would spot a lift. He motioned torawrds it. "This way, Miss."

Once in the lift, said trooper pushed a button, and it sped up. Seconds later, they arrived at the command bridge. The bridge was busier than usual, and many officers were running from station to station.

He motioned torwards a lone man, standing at the command console. "The commander, Lady."

And with that, he returned downstairs to escort any other Knights.

The Heaven's Fury was mid-hyper, well on its way to meet up with other GLF members. Angel was in her cabin, looking at herself in the mirror, in her Heaven's Fury crew uniform minus the jacket. " I still don't know what we really are, even after almost 4 years... " she thought. Her crew of pirates, now being a part of the GLF, was still mostly her own private militia. Putting on the jacket, she took a stance in front of the mirror with her hands on her hips, looking her reflection in the eyes. In a heartbeat, she spun around in a full 360, at the 180 point having pulled her sabers out and they started to ignite, ending facing her reflection again with both sabers in downward strike that would normally cut someone in half. She stopped, her sabers less than an inch from cutting into the mirror. With the aid of the Force, she threw them up, holding her jacket open as they came back down, landing in their hidden holsters, specifically designed for lightsabers opposed to the blasters the rest of her crew use. She reached for her comm and called Freya. " Hey, we're on our way over to meet up. Got anything for us to do when we get there? "

There was a deep hum in the primary hangar bay of the base. An unremarkable freighter touched down, gently bobbing on her Repulsors as he did so. Several techs turned, and scurried forward to help relieve the dull gray cargo crates as they dropped from the freighter's cargo bay. Then there was a hissing sound as the boarding ramp dropped, stopping once it hit the slate floor.

A very, very remarkable man walked from it, clad in incredibly intimidating armor. His long, Platinum Blonde hair waved gently in the alpine breeze. A crimson and ebon sash covering the lower half of his face. He nodded gently at the techs, and walked with a purpose down the length of the bay...

Kathleen nodded, and stepped back a bit.

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As Fina stpped up to Sven, the slightly older man turned around to face her, his thirty years showing in his face, and wrinkles appearing far too early, thanks to the stress of his work. "Welcome, Lady Xanth. Was your stay at Mandal comfortable?" He offer her the seat next to his command chair.

The newcomer sat back behind his chip lead as he watched the remaining players in the sabaac hand. Behind his mirrored sunglasses, he kept a keen eye on his opponents while they finished the hand trying to pick up any new tells that he might have missed. His face showed as much emotion as cold steel, even as he noticed that his opponents were cheating for the sixth hand in a row. The hand went to the bald spacer using a cheater. The same spacer then said with a grin, "Seems I'm catching up Ral. Looks like all your luck has up and left you."

"Then I'll just have to rely on my skill, won't I?" the newcomer asked with a small smirk that disappeared as soon as it had shown up.

This is why I prefer casinos, Ral Roke thought as the dealer droid shelved out the cards. Normally Ral would play with the high rollers in the many casinos across the galaxy instead of the back room of the Spacer's Oasis, but he had come here to see if there were any big "transport" jobs coming up and to see if he could expand his informant base. Unfortunately most of the spacers worked for Graka on a regular basis and Roke had a distaste for the Hutts. Even the information that he had overheard while he was here was nothing he hadn't heard before.

Ral took a look at his cards and decided it was about time to put these cheaters in their place. He set up the bait and checked, waiting for the other gamblers to raise. The red headed human smuggler to his left decided to put in a thousand credits in the pot. A dark green skinned rodian raised the total bet up to 2500 credits. The bald human decide to call the first bets and Ral did the same. As the dealer dealt everyone a new card, Ral studied his opponents and slid the card he received back. He checked again, slow playing the hand, hoping that luck would let him keep his hand until it was shown. The red head decided to call the hand and put his remaining credits in the pile and the rodian behind him called.

The bald man looked at Ral and said, "So you finally have a hand, eh Roke? I'm going all in. Do you really think that you can beat me?"

With a grin Ral said, "You know, for someone who can't bluff worth a droyk, you sure talk a lot. Here's some advice, Rhydo: Koccic sulng il pla." Then Ral pushed his remaining chips in the pot.

"We'll see who's bluffing when I take all your creds back to my ship." said the spacer.

The young redhead showed his hand with a grin, a total of -22. The rodian frowned and flipped over his 19 while cursing in huttese. Rhydo Then smiled ear to ear as he flipped over his hand.

"Pure Sabaac, Ral. Thanks for the credits. I'm going to enjoy spending your money on some thrills."

Ral's grin never left his face as he flipped over his cards and showed his Idiot's Array. Everyone at the table sat there in a state of shock. Rhydo finally manged to break out of his stupor as Ral was gathering the credits on the table. He stood up and yelled, "You cheater!"

"What?"

"You heard me Ral! Your a damn cheater!"

"Like you and the rest of your friends? Like Jalif and his skifter, Standro switching in his own cards, or like you with that cheater that you tried to hide on your chrono?" Ral questioned as he pointed to the redhead, the rodian, and finally Rhydo in turn. "Maybe if you didn't cheat you would learn that you always take a small glance to the left right before you say your bluff. Don't blame me for your lack of skill at sabaac or your lack of skill at cheating for that matter. Now excuse me while I take my credits back to my ship."

"You're not getting out of here with my credits, you damn barve," the bald spacer threatened as more of his comrades from the other tables were gathering behind him. "Did you really think you were going to get out of here after you caught me cheating? I have a reputation to uphold, ya know."

"You must be so proud," Ral said as he slowly got up from the table and activated his wristcom. "Koth? Take out the lights."

Unfortunately for the gambler, the lights stayed on while the den of hutt smugglers began to draw their blasters.

"Bhesj, Koth!" Ral snapped as he stared at the many blaster pistols being aimed at him.

Gunther looked down at the small jawa, taking a deep breath. "Very well. Let us begin then, master," the boy said, following Jaron.

Gunther then peered into the inky appearing cave. "Very well, master," the young man said, gently brushing the black and golden hilt of the saber on his belt.

(( Now, Voh. Get your butt to the blackboard, and write 100x "I will properly spell Gunther's name!" ))