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After listening to the man ramble on and on about various things, ranging from his family to the transverter to what he did with the pair of Twi'leks in his pad while his wife went out to the local strip club. It was really quite pathetic.

Once the drunkard had incapacitated himself with enough liquor to fuel a podracer, the elder of the two commandos questioned Detre. "So, what is this he spoke of?"

"An EMP device, seemingly," the noghri replied casually, his drink long been ignored. For an alien, he spoke fairly passable Basic, even for his limited species. "Know of it?"

"Of course. Device that disables any electronics in the area of activation. Fairly simple, but effective. Easily countered."

"Trully." Detre looked at the drunk man. Seeing a paper sticking from his pocket, he removed it with his clawed hand. He realized it was a rough schematic of the LT transverter. According to this, there was only a prototype in existance, and it didn't work yet; only in theory. "If EMPs are so powerful in our society, than why do we use electronics?"

"Well, we figured out long ago how to counter them," the other commando added. "Works like a surge protector. Set the EMP on, and it'll disable everything within frequency; set high enough, and it'll go beyond several frequencies. To counter it, we simply create shields that protect against the electromagnetic charge based on its frequencies. Otherwise, EMPs are useless."

"Yess. However, this is different. In theory, it's unguardable."

The commandos exchanged glances. "If it's unguardble, why use it? Wouldn't it hurt us as much?"

"Normally, yes. However, if we have the only working plans and prototype, then no. I'm not sure of the exact details; we must trust those to the Lord Chiss. Yet, from what I can gather, we can set the device to a frequency it can tap, while at the same time protecting our own. We can use it to disable entire fleets without even attacking. Combined with the fact that EMPs are untracable to the point that short of recreating the technology, deciphering the frequency, or stealing it, this one device is more powerful than any one of the Lord Chiss's starships."

"I've been double crossed, we're not safe here. Graka is after me, and is gunning for you as well. Meet me at the hangar as soon as possible." Iust hears a humming sound on the other end of the comlink. "Is that your lightsaber? You ran into Graka's men didn't you, Iria hurry, we need to form a plan asap." This day was getting worse and worse, at least Iria was alright for now.

Link sense the aproach of others, particularly someone who was connected to the Force.
Terrific. Trouble enroute.
His jedi honed Sabacc face remained rock solid, leaving no clue to what he knew. Instead he addressed the Chiss in an irritated tone.
"I will say this only once more Chiss. Pay for the damage, take your wounded friend, get in your fighters, and go park somewhere else. Or this one just might find himself slipping to the darkside for the briefest moment it would take to strike you two down."

Iria thundered into the hangar, swinging her lightsaber, with a pair of thugs, a weequay and a human, hot on her heels. The rather shady pair opened fire, as Iria attempted to deflect the bolts. However, her efforts, although bouncing off her saber, flew toward the stone-like walls. "Sorry, I have to work on that," she sheepishly said to Iust.

Iria readied her saber, going on the defensive. Be calm. Move with the enemy, she remembered, from bygone days sparring with Knight Klaus. "Fair enough," she replied to Iust, before turning her attention back to the weequay, whom was intent on giving her a face-ful of blaster.

With that, she struck, striking the weequay's gun arm, taking it off at the elbow.

The weequay howled, clutching the cauterized stump of his arm with his remaining hand. Still, he managed to grab for his gun, ignoring the hand attached to it.

With that, Iria had no choice. As the weequay tried to get her in his sights, she slashed him across the chest, piercing his heart.

Iria deactivated her lightsaber as the last thug fell to Iust's blaster.
"Iria, we need to get out of here, were leaving for-" was all Iust could get out before an explosion roared through the hangar. The man tackled her to the ground as bits of their transportation flew about. "It seems someone has other plans for us," she sighed, a flaming piece of the one time craft whizzing past them.

((I can't believe I forgot that your lightsaber was on. That could have been bad. eek ))

Getting up off of Iria, Iust looks around "I should have known they would trap my ship. Thankfully neither of us was on it when the explosives went off. Graka is going to pay for this." Iust then walks over to the briefcase he had left on the ground and picks it up.