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Tantis opened his and left it at that, he cant even feel her through the force. He side glanced at Sven Ill wait a bit more maybe she has her reasons, she could be dead or shes staying out of touch to do a mission of her own, "The force is always at work." Hopefully she isnt over doing it.

"Sounds like a good plan to me. When will this take place," Aurora asked.

The noghri did a quick calculation in his head before answering. "I can not give you an exact time. However, I will ssay that your fleet needss to be ready to leave within a three hour window when we notify you. Can that be done?"

(I already told you. CR-120 Corellian Corvettes.)

Sven nodded. "Proceed."

" Why bother running away? You know you can't escape me. " a distorted, almost demonic voice said, seeming to echo all over the alley. A man that was running came to a stop for a moment, bending over slightly to catch his breath, beads of sweat dripping down his head. " Wh-why are... y-y-you chasing... m-me? " he asked. " I... haven't done... anything to... y-you. " " Oh, but you have. You and your group. And you will all pay with your lives. " The man looked around randomly, trying to see where his pursuer was, but finding nothing.

" Excuse me! I'm walking here! " a random man said as the hunted man bumped into him, hurridly making his way across a street. He came to the corner of a cantina, between the street and another alley. He rested for a few moments, thinking he lost his pursuer. " Don't stop now. I'm not through playing with you yet. " With an expression as though he were about to scream, the man darted into the alley, tripping over a crate. Someone started to approach him. He looked up to see a dark figure, then quickly rose from the ground and ran off down another backway. " What's his problem? " the figure asked himself, turning out to be just a darkly dressed mercenary.

The man came to a dead end. " Game over, little man. You've got nowhere to go. " Turning around, the man finally spotted the being hunting him. Before him stood a black-clad humanoid, a matching mask and hood made the person appear to be a wraith. Perhaps it was. The moment he blinked, the figure vanished. Turning around again, he bent over to catch his breath again. A mere second had passed before he took notice of the ends of a pair of black boots on the ground. Straightening up, he soon found himself staring at the specter only a few inches from him.

With another expression of terror, the man turned around once again, trying to run away. After he barely got his foot off the ground, the ghost-like being grabbed him by slamming a hand over his mouth and jerking him into it. Nearly losing his balance, he felt the pressure of something on his back. This was no phantom. He was being held right up against his hunter. Between his numerous attempts at muffled screams and heavy breaths, he could hear the faint sound of a blade being unsheathed. His attacker pulled out a vibroknife from inside its cloak.

" I'm going to ask you some questions, and you will answer them truthfully. If you don't, I will make your death more torturous and agonizing then you could ever imagine possible. " The man froze for a second, then gave a weak nod. The figure's hand moved from his mouth to his neck so he could speak, but still maintained its message of dominance over his fate. " Good. Who is Mr. Browstone? " " H-h-he's our leader. N-n-nobody knows his real identity, not even his 2nd in command. " " Where is the Rocket Queen? " " I d-don't know. It's never in any s-specific spot for long. I-i-it stops by different stations to refuel at times, but which one is random. W-w-whichever is closest, I g-guess. I-i have a l-l-list of places in my p-pocket. " The figure released the man for a moment. Just as he began thinking of making a break for it, he felt some power holding him in place. The figure put its free hand in one of his pockets, then checked another, finding a datapad with the info on it. Putting it in its own pocket, the figure grabbed the man again and released its magic hold on him.

" S-s-sith? Was that the F-force? " " Don't insult me. I am no worthless Sith. But you are correct, that was the Force. Now, final question. Why did the Arch Angels assassinate all of the Syricia and Feron families who were related to Angel Syricia? " " I-i-i don't know. I joined the group 9 years ago. All I know is M-mr. Brownstone had some grudge against her. He called her his ' traitor of a teacher ' and w-w-would curse her name. S-s-sounded like he was her apprentice, b-but that would make him ancient. " " I see. But, I know you'd have at least been told who your enemy is. Tell me. " " H-h-he had them hunted down and killed. All but Angel Syricia. S-s-she apparently vanished from the universe. Th-th-that's all I know. I swear! " " Well, I have a news flash for you about what I know about the killing of the Syricia/Feron families. " " W-w-what? " Leaning close, the figure brought its face to within an inch of the man's ear and whispered, " You missed one. "

The man's eyes widened, his entire body frozen in complete horror. " Y-y-you're a descen-Ugh! " he barely managed to ask before the figure sliced his throat, spurting out his last words in blood. The figure put away its weapon as its victim lay dead on the ground. Taking off the mask, Angel rubbed her forehead. " Nice voice distortion gadget in this thing, but man is it itchy! " Leaving the dead end of the alley, she made her way to her ride off the planet, and came back aboard the ship.

The next day...

After a good night's sleep, Angel was ready to start yet another rather slow day of hunting down her elusive target. While combing her hair after getting dressed, her room's comm came to life with the voice of the Mandalorian. " Captain, you need to come to the bridge. I think you should see this. " After finishing her grooming, she made her way to the bridge. " Report. " " We found the Rocket Queen. "

((I apologize, I was out of town and unable to post for the past few weeks.))

Aurora looked at the Admiral and commed the Noghri, "Yes, that is possible. We will be awaiting your notification."

(The Hutts are our allies...)

The Noghri nodded. "Very well. Detre out."

He cut the communication and returned to his duties.