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Selkisto was wandering among the lower levels waiting for a message from Heb when he realized that he was unarmed, which was a very bad thing to be, especially down here. His guns had been taken at the platform, for "safe keeping,"so all She had now was his armor and mask. That needed to be rectified post-haste.

Luckily, an old black-market arms dealer remained where Selkisto remembered finding him before. The dealer didn't recognize him very well, but he wasn't surprised. "Kabirl'om. What've you got in stock?"

The dealer glared at him. "That depends. What you want? And... how much credits you got?"

"Enough," Selkisto answered the second question politely, "And I'm looking for a temporary replacement for my E-11 and DL-44."

"Those antiques? I gots some much better stuff in. Brand new." He pulled a rifle out from under the desk. "BlasTech SO-19. I've nicknamed it the SIBD."

"SIBD?" Selkisto asked, mildly interested.

"Silent, invisible, but deadly. I's gotta bolt masking mechanism for stealth. Weapons readers'll find it, of course, but it's not made to be invisible to those things. It's made to be invisible to the senses. Hearing. Sight. I did some tinkering so it's more effective, more powerful, has greater range. In fact-"

Selkisto tossed a credit chip on the counter. "I'll take it."

"Good! Good!" Kabirl'om swiped it without more than a strange smile.

Selkisto took the rifle. It felt nice and cold in his gloved hands, the sturdy materials and interesting shape finding an agreeable place in his grip. "How about pistols?"

((i'll add pistols to the OGTTG, when i draw them up))
"Got here a Merr-Sonn PP-23. Not as new, but pretty advanced. High power, large pack capacity. Added a scope on, meself-"

"I don't need the scope. Let me see it."

The dealer handed the gun to him warily, and Selkisto grasped it lightly, aiming up into the cieling with it. He checked the settings. Stun, power, consumption. Not bad. "No scope. Targeter, but no scope."

The man nodded, "Ok, ok... you want it, then?" Selkisto nodded. "Alright..." another greedy swipe.

"Can I try them out before I go?"

The man nodded absentmindedly, "O' course, o' course..."


Selkisto went to a sound-dampened room to try them out. He configured the SO-19, powered up the stealth unit, and took a few shots on full auto. Not quite silent, but very quiet, merely releasing a kind of high-pitched squeek. He configured the visual trail range and put on his mask to connect with the gun's light frequency. He could see the shots himself. He tried without the mask. Invisible. He tried some more shots with increasing power increments with great satisfaction.

Satisfied, he traded for the PP-23. It had tremendous recoil; clearly it had a lot of brute force. Much more powerful than his DL-44. Large pack capacity too. It also felt more comfortable to grip, and slightly more stable. He took a few more shots. Bright red bolts dishcharged from the weapon, screeching at the target board. It was an ubrupt change from the SO-19, but not altogether unwelcome.

Selkisto purchased some power packs for the weapons, some frag and smoke grenades, and went merrily on his way.

Selkisto, now armed satisfactorily, strode into a local bar. He didn't go there for drinks, he went to fill his part of the bargain.

Ok, maybe one drink.

He choked down an elba beer, suddenly remembering why he hated alcohol. Oh well, he was now prepared to take on the job. It was a stupid way to prepare, but it was the only way he thought he could do it.

"So, about this 'Jall Crentik' person I keep hearing about," he said, quite loudly. He motioned casually to the droid serving drinks. "Y'heard of him? I hear he nabbed a kid. 'S too bad, these kids being abducted. Such things make me sick. 'Specially the rich kids. Y'knowwhaddahmsayin?"

The droid, of course, stared blankly back at him. It hadn't had its mind wiped in a while, a fact made apparent in its response. "Sir, I suggest that you not say things like that around here. In your condition, you'd be lucky to confront mister Jall and walk away on both legs."

Selkisto laughed, loudly, heartily. "Y'hear that, folks? I wouldn't walk away on two legs! Hah! I bet that slimy piece o' worm-ridden filth..." he paused, composing an extension to the insult, "sithspawn of an ewok turd..." pause, "uncle of a hut..." he stopped as several men advanced on him. About time, too, he was running out of insults, "couldn't even pull the ears offa... offa womprat!"


He was in a crouching position before the first blaster bolt hit the wall behind him. With a quick motion of his hand, his mask was over his face. Another motion and his rifle was out in his right hand, another and a grenade was gripped in his left. He let the grenade onto the floor in front of him and it exploded on impact, letting out a plume of smoke that immediately filled the room. The peaceful residents coughed violently and fled, while the remaining stooges groped around for Selkisto. Three shots with his SO-19 and all but one were down. Selkisto grabbed the lone survivor and held him up by his collar, gun pressed against his head.

"So about that kid. I know where he is, I just need a key card."

The stooge whimpered and dropped it on the floor.

"Thanks." Selkisto pulled the trigger, letting the body slump to the ground. He bent over, and picked up the card, then turned to the droid. "Sorry for the mess. Thanks for the warning." He tossed a credit chip on the counter and left the bar as he pocketed the key card. So far, so good. He wasn't quite used to the gun yet, but he got the feeling he'd get plenty of practice before he was finished with this ordeal.

Hecoll was busy sending transmissions to every place that could recieve them. The transmissions interrupted other transmissions that were being watched. "Yes..." he said." This way, people will watch my shop advertisements throughout the galaxy!".
He plotted. plotted. pllllloooooteeed.....and plotted.

" I suppose you're right. Only by mastering the basics could I be able to use your style with any effectiveness. " Angel said. " And for Force powers, I suppose being able to move objects using the Force would be a start... Force Levitate, right? I can see ways such a power would could in handy. " She then attempted to prepare for another attack, but the Dark Lord had come up and grabbed her before she could do anything, causing her lightsaber to fall out of her hands. " I see I still have much to learn. "

Remembering the 1st time she had used the Force during training back on Bespin when she moved the sofa, she attempted to lift the pillow using the Force. She wasn't being guided through it this time, and at 1st, nothing was happening. She focused on the feeling of the Force within herself, and then tried to focus as though she was forcing it to reach out to the pillow. After a few moments, it started to slowly move, but didn't quite defy gravity.

Angel did as the Dark Lord said, clearing her mind of everything and focusing solely on moving the pillow byt reaching out to it through the Force. It started moving about and shaking more intensely, and after a few moments, began to rise.

Angel managed to slowly move the pillow around in the air, and started to feel it become easier to manipulate as she felt as though she had more control over the Force. " The other students back at the academy would be pretty jealous of me now. " She said, as she lowered the pillow back down where it was.