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The closer Pash came to the Mandalorian village, the more he saw signs of battle: Downed starfighters and shuttles, smashed tanks and speeders, rusting over piles of mangled battle droids and broken, discarded pieces of military armor and small arms. All of it was in various states of decay and rust yet with Foliage burstng forth from the former devices of death.
It was as if whole armies-mostly mercenary but with signs of Sith or Republic among the wrecks- had all met defeat and now were good only for fertalizer to feed the strangely tough native flora.

It was all very eerie.

Pash could not imagine that one band of Mandalorians had done all this damage. Sure they were tough, proficient warriors, but this was unbelievable. Something else had to be going on here, and Pash was certain that whatever it was also had something to do with the native flora's ability to break down and absorb nutrients from all the refined metal, ceramic, and plastic that was the detirus of war with such speed. Tall, stout trees were growing in sites of battle less than a few years old, their canopies concealing the sites from arial view.

"So very strange..." He muttered. As a student of the living Force, Pash felt this sort of thing needed more study. Taking his knive, he harvested several samples of the Flora and stored them in his belt for analysis by the Order.

As he was doing so, a squealing noise cut above the chirping birds and faintly rustling brush. A thrashing sound was drawing closer, something large. Pash reversed the grip on his knife and backflipped onto a smashed up repulsortank behind him. He cloaked himself with the Force and waited for whatever it was to emerge on where he was once standing.

The creature burst through the shrub, revealing itself to be a large native swine. Pash had encountered them on his hike and found them not to be hostile if they were left alone. But this one was acting more erratic, more panicked in its actions. Pash sensed intense fear from the beast and its unusual behavior was explained. It was running from a predator.

"Oya!! Ibac'ner!!" A deep bass voice shouted with glee and moments later a huge blue and white armored figure charged out of the brush straight for the swine. At the last minute the Swine dodged and ran squeeling into the shrub.

What should have been a scene of a hunter comically smashing into a solid object turned out much more different as the armored man struck the tank with enough force to shake a surprised Pash from his perch.
Backwards Pash tumbled, landing like a cat on the opposite side of the Tank. He froze and listened intently as the first hunter seemed to curse. A second voice joined in and began an arguement in Mando'a with the first man. Pash had no idea what they were saying.

Must have crossed paths with a hunting party. He thought.
Slowly, he crawled up the side of the tank to get a better look at the Amorica Mandalorians as the squabbled. As he was steadly climbing up, a piece of plating gave an audble clank as he shifted position on it and the Mandos went silent.

Droyk

There was shuffling on the other side of the Tank as Pash lay motionless on the Tank chasis and then the second voice spoke up.

"Bat ehn, 'lek? Solus...t'ad...ehn!"

With a pair of grunts the tank was flipped up and over much to Pash's bewilderment. He had only seconds to push himself off the Tank and leap to safety before the Tank was upended.

Landing on his feet, Pash snatched up his knife and looked up just in time to see the two Mandos come around the tank.
It was an odd duo that Pash had run across.

The larger Mando was a portly, yet muscular fellow easily almost 2 and a half meters tall with blue armor plates on a white bodysuit with a wide studded leather belt. He didnt seem to be carrying much in the way of weapons save for a hunting rifle, but the man sported a pair of nonstandard gauntlets covering his large hands.

The second one was roughly half the size of his friend and seemed much less meaty. His armor was a red body suit with black plates. His helm was marked with a pair of wing decorations and he he had a decorated belt with a VibroMachete hanging from it in a hide bound scabbard as well as a flask. He also bore a hunting rifle.

The armor designs of the two seemed to date back to pre-Jedi Civil War as both of their helmets sported tubes that crossed over their shoulders to their backs where Pash assumed they had breathing aparatuses or such.

As Pash was studying the Mandalorians, they were study him as well and they seemed about as confused as he was.

The larger one looked down at his comrade and asked a question wich in turn set off a discussion. Pash was able to pick out Sith and Jedi from their conversation. They seemed to be debating which he was.

The Confidence of the Mandos seemed to be without limit. In the prescence of an armed force user they let their attention slip into a conversation. They didnt even have their guns pointed at him: a good time to attempt to slip out of sight.
Pash gave a quick glance of the area to check for cover and slowly began to sneak away while they were talking.

Having managed to move five meters seemingly unnoticed, a tree to Pash's right suddenly snapped and cracked, falling over with a crash.
Pash spun back to see the larger of the two Mandos tossing and catching a weighty stone in his hand like a pebble.

"Vaii tion gar slan?" The smaller one said, amused.

"Doko prek anuda ten?" Pash countered in Old Corellian as he slowly raised his hands up.

There was a pause as they attempted to puzzle out what he said. They clearly were expecting basic.

"Ah! Kas tulisha abia al port!" Pash exclaimed. Taking advantage of the Mandos' perplextion he whistled and subtly nudged a large brush off to the Mandalorians' right, seemingly calling up reinforcements who were about to burst into view.
They spun, surpised and with rifles up.

And Pash simply vanished in a burst of Force enhanced speed.

The little one was rather smart. He quickly realized they had been had and drew the other one's attention back to where Pash had been standing and together they eagerly began chasing Pash down.

Nakara shifted into his most common form (as few of his skins would be called "normal"). A small grin crept across his face, as he cracked the door open and watched.

The first sith assassins were crawling closer, hoping to have a little fun. Several drew their knives, as Nakara flipped the back of Shisstal's hair. Every time an assassin was behind him, he flipped the hair in the direction, as the assassins changed position, like invisible wolves stalking a lowly deer. Soon enough, Nakara tickled the right ear, as a Sith assassin attempted a slash with his knife.

Shisstal tried to swat away whatever was messing with his hair. He assumed it was some sort of bug. But then it got into his ear and he got angry. He took out his knife and swung out towards his right. But his knife was blocked in midair by something he couldn't see. Assasins. The cyborg hadn't left him alone. She had known they were here. Shisstal swung again when he felt the tickling at the back of his neck. He swung again, but his knife was blocked. He couldn't see them, but he knew they were there. If he was going to stand a chance, he was going to have to keep moving. Strange how every time he felt somthing touch his hair or ear, there happened to be an assasin there. But there were few options he had when he couldn't see his enemy.

Nakara was having fun, as he toyed with the apprentice. But, like with all of Nakara's jokes, they tended to have a less than humorous punchline to the party in question. After several successful parries, Nakara quit helping his new toy out.

He slowly unwound his whip, and opened the door silently, as the assassin to Shisstal's left attacked without warning, his knife aimed in a downward stroke.

The women giggled and smiled at the idea of being at Calliga's mercy once the game was over. The hope of having him do things with them that they've otherwise only heard about from others was an exciting thought. They continued their game, but with the stakes being adjusted a bit now, and considering their willingness to go along with anything that would result in pleasure, the game seemed to be set so that they'd all win in the end.

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Nemesis had decided she practiced enough for the moment and left the temple, heading back to her shack. She noticed Saria along the way, tending to her small garden, but just kept on, having had enough socializing for a while. She was never comfortable with being around others for prolonged periods. It tended to get in the way of her own things. Plus, it was never a good idea for her to hang around with others too much. When one is strong in the Dark Side, it's never a good idea to hang around padawans and younglings, and it's virtually impossible to roam the temple for long without coming across several of them. The last thing she wanted was for some ignorant youth to get the idea that they've got what it takes to resist the corruption and try to be like her.

She sat down on the edge of her bed, thinking on what to do. She needed to just get away from the temple entirely for a while, but where would she go? She lacked proper means to leave the planet, since she left almost all her material wealth behind when she came to the temple ages ago, save for a few trinkets and her greatsaber. She could just go to a cantina and drown out the rest of the day in a few drinks, but she lacked any credits.

After a few moments, she got up and changed out of her Sith-esque looking attire into simple street clothes consisting of black boots, jeans, and a black tank top that left her stomach exposed, then went back out, leaving the temple grounds to just roam the streets. Well, roam the streets as far as to blend in with the locals, an that meant she put in a slight bit of practice by constantly using subtle nudges of the Force into everyone around her that would notice her so that they wouldn't pay her any mind. It was easier than normal since she wasn't trying to sneak around, but rather just seem uninteresting to those around her. Whether it was actually working or not didn't matter to her, as long as she was left alone.

It seemed to be fine until someone seemed to be eyeing her, which wasn't that surprising. As ghostly pale as she was, there were always those that were into the exotic. Her outfit didn't help avoid it either, however it was either that or her normal clothes that would scream " Sith! " to everyone, making it even harder to go around anywhere without attracting attention. Luckily, he continued on his own way, so everything was fine. She hoped things would stay that way for the rest of the day.

“Shiny. I wasn’t looking forward to a ship full of fish my own self,” Melissa smiled back. “But if the dried stuff is what you want we should be able to find it cheep.” She shrugged her shoulders. “I’m sure we can find something, all manner of folk is always shipping something somewhere. I’ve never been here,” She confessed. “But this is one of the main spaceports on planet right? So we only need to look in the right places and we’ll find something.” She gave Katarra a sidelong glance. “All depends on what you you’re looking to haul, or smuggle.”

Pash Antilles was skilled at many things: sneaking, hiding, unarmed combat, knife-fighting, telekinisis, lightswordsmanship, shooting, wash painting, dejarik and the fine art of pottery among other things.

But he would be the first to say he was lacking in talent somewhere. There were many skills and disciplines Pash was aware he did not know or was not good at. Diplomacy was one of those things. A skilled member of the Jedi Exploration Corps or Republic Diplomatic Corp or even a protocol droid would prove invaluable in a situation where hostile natives needed to be talked too.

Such as the situation Pash now found himself in. Hiding in the blasted and overgrown interior of an old personel carrier was not the best way to deal with the two Mandalorians beating the bush for him, but his options were limited. Mandalorians had a reputation as a strong willed lot and did not submit easily to Force powered Persuasion. Threats of violence was not only frowned upon by the Jedi Code, but most certainly would not work. The forest was filled with examples on how well violent threats worked against this particular sect of Mandos.

He could sense them out there now: two sources of intense confidence and cheerful eagerness to fight. Pash was thankful that, due to the sheer number of damaged and malfunctioning transmitters, the area was rife with comn jaming or he would probably be dealing with the entire settlement.

There had to be a way to deal with these Mandalorians, a way he could get them to stop wanting to fight him long enough for them to interperet the sigils on the armor fragment he had. He needed to figure out what that was soon. While he could play Spukamas and Vrelt with the Mandies all day and night, it would be time wasted. Another solution to the dilema was needed.

Then a hooded figure with a white and black Mandalorian Mask poked his head in the side door of the APC, humming casually to himself as the visored visage tlted about in a searching manner.

Pash was surprised to say the least and it was a sensation that he was getting annoyingly familiar with. The other two Mandalorians were easy to sense out. How had this one escaped his notice?
The Jedi Shadow pressed himself against the shadowy inner walls of the APC and remained motionless, hoping he hadnt been seen.

The hooded Mandie didnt seem to notice him but instead looked to the floor of the APC and with an exclamation of "A-ha!" reached a robed arm out and plucked several mushrooms from the floor with a gloved hand.
Having done that he vanished back out the door.

Pash waited five minutes, attempting to lock his senses on to the man outside before risking a peek. Just as swiftly as he had come, the Mandie seemed to depart and Pash allowed himself a slight sigh of relief.

Then something flew in through the open door and bounced about the interior of the vehicle, rolling to a stop at Pash's boot.
A grenade.

With a nudge from the Force Pash attempted to send the grenade back the way it came but the device went off before it cleared the door. A Thick grey smoke filled the cabin. Pash's eyes started watering as he recognized the tear gas agent and he slapped his emergency breather mask on from his equipment belt before he inhailed too much.

So much for being unnoticed. He thought as he grabbed his lightsaber and ignighted it. The dark blue blade burned silently as Pash moved to the side opposite the door and cut himself an escape hatch through the dense material. The gas was burning his eyes, making sight nothing but a blurry, painful experience. He would have to rely on his other senses.

His saber finished cutting and he sholdered the newly sliced hatch and rolled out of the APC. He slid to the side and pressed himself against the hull.

He listened, smelled, tasted, felt, and sensed his surroundings, painting a mental image of the forestscape around him. The Mandie would investigate the interior again when he saw that no one came staggering out of the vehicle. And when he stuck his head out the hatch Pash made, the Jedi Shadow would get the drop on him.

When the cold metal of the gunbarrel pressed against the side of his head, Pash, dumbfounded with disbelief, shut off his saber and simply raised his hands in surrender.

"Paint it any color you like," Ritt responded, as he led the way outside and to the right, which led right into the main flight deck. He made his way out, to the last fighter in the hemicircle they were laid out, a dull grey without any paint job at all. To its right, there was another identical one just like it.

"Each of these fighters represents a person's personality, I like to think. Each has different preferences. But you can pick either of these. Two pilots were blown out of the sky. So far, you're the only replacement we have. Rules are, you can't paint your fighter until your first confirmed kill."

He gave her some time to soak in the details. "If you notice, the standard Aurek-class fighter has a pair of movable wings, which are automatically regulated by the computer systems while maneuvering in space. They can fold back for increased speed, but when you turn or enter combat mode, they deploy out further, and allow for the twin laser cannons to fire. Of course, these aren't your standard fighters. We've boosted the engines on the back end to put out 10% more acceleration and about 15% higher top speed in flight, hence why they're somewhat larger than the fuselage. A stronger power generator allows for increased energy output. But my pride and joy is our engineering feat, the 'touch-n-go' combat exchange system. If you notice on the fuselage next to the wing joints are four clamps. These can lock onto a series of various addons, such as missle pods, repeating gatling blasters, space mines, booster rockets, all which we use. That comes later."

He stared at the rest of the ships, in all their various schemes.