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"Other than failing to salute a superior, you have done nothing wrong yet. Although I have heard that you assaulted one of my guards. Care to explain what that was all about? I would hate to inform Lord Nakara that I have already killed his 'gift'," the large Kaleesh asked as he circled around his new apprentice.

((Ugh. Long week. Cant think. xp ))

Cene aquired the gear from Koren's delivery boy and sent her mesage to the Czerka office.
Then, with nothing else left to do she took off from Mandalore to complete her next mission.

MAIN AFT CARGO HOLD, BATHURST, HYPERSPACE

After following Ritt into the aft hold and helping him restack a few creates went through her normal set of warn-up routine, stretching out mussels and getting the blood flowing. Reading herself for as Ritt kicked open his bag, releasing six of the shiny spherical silver remotes. Showing no emotion at the number of remotes that Ritt had tasked for her she set herself into a basic stance of Shii-Cho. With her whitish-blue hair tied back out of her face her light blue eyes could be seen moving, tracking one remote and then switching to another as its movement in her peripheral vision caught her attention. When she had found her center Aurora’s lightsaber sprang to life with its familiar snap-hiss, its yellow blade glowing brightly in the hold, and the first of the remotes swooped in, like birds of pray closing in fore the kill.

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MEANWHILE HALFWAY ACROSS THE GALAXY ON ONDERON


Melissa continued walking along with Katarra as they descended into the lower levels of the city. Filtered sunlight shown in through the windows as it passed through the water to cast a blue hue upon the walls of the corridor as the two walked together through the thinning crowd. Several pairs of hooded eyes peeked at them from the shadows, only to avert their eyes from Melissa’s cold lavender gaze as it swept over them. Some just looked at the exotic Zeltron half-breed, the lust in their hungry eyes fading as they took in her weapon strapped to her hip as well as her fuzzy companion looming over her. Others just gave the two curious glances before returning to their own business.

As Melissa entered the smoke filled bar her ears were assaulted by the music playing in the background, not overly loud to make one talk above the noise, but not quiet enough to make out what others were saying as they talked in their respected booths. She accompanied Katarra up to the bar and placed her order with the barkeep. When he had placed Melissa’s pitched of Lum before her on the counter top she looked up at the wookiee, as she was looking around at the different patrons.

“Recognize anyone?” she asked mildly, sipping on her drink as she leaned upon the counter.

"We see plenty, Jedi. This pretty well explains itself." Said a well decorated and well armed Mando. Judging by his equipment, bearing, and armor customizations, Pash assumed him to be the leader of the clan.

"Thats not one of your kin. I caught her sneaking around Getaf's house." Pash said, still gripping his injoured side and subtly healing himself with the Force. This could be trouble, and he didnt want an injury holding him back if he needed action.

"And what were you doing there?"

"Waiting for her. I recieved a premonition in the Force that Getaf was going to be in danger tonight so I-"

"Chakaar! You lie! You're here for the serum!" The Chief accused in a loud and angry roar.

This was new information to Pash. "What in space are you talking about?"

"Dont play dumb with us, Jetii!" Another Mandalorian shouted. "Thats the only reason arutiise visit Amorica: to try and get the recipie for the serum!"

Pash glanced at the surrounding Mandos curiously. "Is that what those wrecks in the forest stem from? People after your "serum" that you defeated?"

"Many have come for the serum produced by our Getaf. None have suceeded." The chief said with a certain amount of satisfaction.

"I doubt the Sith would be interested in a plant growth serum. Why hoard something like that?"

"Not that one you di'kut! The supersoldier serum!" Barked an annoyed mando.

There was an embaressed pause and Pash distinctly heard the sound of a gauntlet striking a faceplate in an armored version of a facepalm.

Much was explained to Pash now: like how the Ix clan managed to beat all the enemies that came down upon them and why the Sith and even the Republic would attempt to attack these people. It also explained Aster and Obel's incredible strength in the forest and in the scuffle at Getaf's house.
The Ix Mandalorians were being boosted by some sort of bio-chemical enhancement.

On another note, Pash also confirmed his theory that the plant growth in the forest was Getaf's work as well and not at all natural.

"So that explains what she was after." Pash said, motioning to the corpse. "But the Jedi arent interested in soldier Bio augments."

"You lie. You probably ripped the information from Getaf's mind with your magics and killed this poor girl to cover yourself up!" A mando accused.

Pash rolled his eyes. "Theres a simple way to prove that I'm innocent of the crimes I stand accused of."

"And that is?"

"Identify that woman." Pash said. "If any of you recognize her, then I am guilty. If you dont, then I deserve an apology."

"We'll see, Jetii." The Mandalorian leader declared coldly. He motioned to the corpse and a Mandalorian bent down to take the helmet off.
He got blasted in the face by the body's pistol for his trouble.
The corpse sprang to its feet and took off with surprising speed for the village gates only to be enveloped in a flaming cloud of blaster fire as nearly the entirety of the village opened fire on it.

"Boy, she sure seems innocent." Pash stated loudly.

"Ne'johaa." The chief commanded him irritably as he fired on the corpse.

A cease fie was called and the Mandos stopped shooting. Not even Duraplast could survive such an onslaught of lethal and precise fire. But as the dust settled the Mandos realized the job wasnt finished. Their target wasnt down. The Mandalorian assault had only managed to peel the disguise away.

Standing in the twillight was a robot, its metallic, feminine body marked with blaster scorches and melted fragments of Duraplast. Crimson photoreceptors burned in the dark as it coldly reassessed the situation. The only sign of real damage to the droid was the lightsaber hole Pash had burned through its torso.

So thats why my bullets didnt slow it down. Pash thought. He held his unactivated lightsaber up preparing to engage the gynoid before it escaped. The Mandalorians had a similar idea and resumed fire almost immediately, determined to melt the robot into slag.

However, unencumbered by its disguise, the gynoid proved to be a much more challenging foe. The robot lept into the air as though Amorica had little gravity and, while inflight, pointed its left arm at the mandos. The protective plates of the forearm slid back and a blaster projected out over the back of it's wrist. A rapid fire hail of green energy bolts assailed the Mandalorians and they scattered for cover. As the took shelter, the droid tagged a few with its cannon on its way down. Once touching ground the droid beelined for Getaf's Hutt, easily dodging Mandalorian Blaster shots while on the move. It shouldered its way through the door, only to be blasted back out by someone within.

Aster cleared the door with a repeating blaster in hand and he continued blasting the droid, pushing it back away from Getaf's home.

Despite the power of the repeating Blaster, the droid still wasnt going down. Its armored skin seemed resistant to blasterfire of nearly any caliber. It worked its way free of the stream of blaster bolts, then plunged forward and threw a punch with its right fist. The blow shattered Aster's helmet and sent the mandalorian warrior flying.

The final obstacle out of its way, the droid blasted another round of green energy around the village to keep the Mandalorians down and dove for the open door. Once again it was repulsed from its target, this time by a force push that threw it away from the house.

Landing on its feet, the gynoid looked up in time to see Pash flying towards it, unlit lightsaber in hand. Reactively the droid snapped up its arm cannon, but its reaction time was a few nanoseconds too late. Pash had already attacked, his lightsaber active just long enough to sever the robot's head from its neck.

This did not seem to slow the droid down, as its still active body spun to face Pash, its weapon trained upon him. It fired a spray of green bolts at the jedi and Pash countered with a saber defence, parrying the blasts off his lightsaber.

Then a giant carved rock landed on the droid with a thud.
Catching his breath, Pash gave a sigh of relief and deactivated his saber, hooking it to its belt as the Mandalorians cheered Obel for his well thrown stone.

The assassin robot was defeated. The day (night actually) was saved. It was time to rest. In the morning, however, there would be many questions that would need to be answered.

Leaving a tired and pleasure-drunk Zeltron behind on the bed, Calliga got up as was becoming a habit, and retreived his bandage garb, wrapping it on roughly and departing.
Thought that much practice had left him tired, his stay with siren was rapidly feeding the addiction, though if all went as planned, it wouldn't matter anyway as long as he ended up holding all the keys.
Returning to his own room, the Sith shed his clothing again to wash and shower off, before half-dressing and lazing about on his bed, tired.
A hour or so passed, and Calliga awoke from his nap, only to lie still and contemplate matters-siren was, as of late, busy with her new empire. of course, if he was to gain any power, and was to have a suitable foothold to gain, she needed to succeed.
Blocking all this was other sith-which Calliga fully intended to kill given half a chance, and of course, the ever-meddling jedi.
Calliga sighed, annoyed. Ideally, he'd need a better saber hand, but the holocron fragment was stubbornly claiming that that was all it could give in it's current form-a fragment. Meaning he needed more.
Information was key-if he could just get a jedi to siren's hands, he had no doubt that between them, they could break one of either gender; a race of fools, who had never known pleasure and thus did not have any defense for it.
A sudden fact dawned on Calliga.
He need not get a jedi; they would come to him given the right motivation....like news that a sith now held thule in a "Iron grip".
In short....hand the rebel cells left on the planet long-range communications technology, and even leak some propaganda for them to show the mighty jedi of the wicked sith that oppressed their people.
Draw them into a trap, crush them..and keep one or two.
Or better still, get them to scout the situation. Oh yes, jedi loved doing that. First sign of evil, they send a lone member out to try and "reason" with the enemy.
Absolutely delicious.
Of course, how then to tell Siren this? She was likely busy, and....
wait. Calliga paused for a moment in his thoughts, seeing a opportunity.
If siren really was trying to addict him, it would explain why she was so...eager to be taken advantage of, as well as the fact that she seemed somewhat addicted to it herself....
therefore, if he lured her out and then insisted upon matters of intimacy, she should submit and confirm the theory...
therefore, if he lured her down and confronted in such matters, he could simultaneously have satisfaction,-which she could give best-her full attention for a discusion of important matters all the while, and confirm his theory. Siren being...Siren, she'd likely find it a wonderfully inventive excuse to disscus things and avoiding boredom and discomfort all the while...

Calliga rose, and dressed completely before departing his room immediately to set up his plan to slay several mynocs with one blaster bolt. Several force-commands, blackmails, and promises later, he was presented with a empty bedchamber on a lower level, and after preparing it for the function it would serve, Calliga signaled a staff member, and rapidly entranced them by means of the force...
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Siren's wall panel beeped with message, a paniced sounding voice of a staff member pleading to be heard.
"My queen!someone-broken in---please---master Calliga's---the othe--"
and then it cut off as a flashing display showed the room in which the so-called perpetrator was, and by the sound of it(moans and sounds of struggle in the garbled message), was having unauthorized fun with Siren's prized harem, and that could be a problem. The flashing red alarm lights on the display, summoned by some simple sensor-tricking, all created the farce of a minor crisis with which siren would have to subdue personally-hardly a major problem, but a matter for her to handle none the less.

Dizzy sat in silence on top of a hill. He was hidden in the trees on Ruusan and was watching his bounty carefully. Although he was a great distance away from where the bounty, named Falee, was, he could see the Faleen perfectly. The hutts had posted a bounty for him when Falee had stolen weapons from one of their cargo ships. Dizzy's photoreceptors glowed. Servomoters whirred as he got up and began heading towards the bounty quietly while remaining in the shadows. Luckily it was night time and the sun wouldn't reflect off his silvery body.
DZY, or Dizzy as most called him, was a droid. But not any droid. He was a Pollux assasin droid created about 1000 years ago by Pollux Poi. Poi was on the run from assasins sent by the Hutts that he was ordered to exterminate. Poi hid in the underlevels of Kashykk for the rest of his days while improving his assasin droid models. Dizzy was created to explore the galaxy by any means necessary but to still follow his primary programming. This task was given shortly before Poi died. Now, Dizzy was a bounty hunter. And a good one at that.
Dizzy approached the bounty silently. It was too bad the Faleen had to be taken dead. Dizzy crept out from behind the Faleen and raised one of his arm-mounted blasters. He fired. The Faleen's headless body collapsed to the ground. "Target: Falee. Status: terminated." Dizzy repeated to himself. He grabbed the body and began hauling it back to his starfighter, the Serpent.

Within the academy, Nakara had finished his own matter of buisness. Contacting his assistants in his headquarters, his plans were in motion as he inspected the galactic map. Umbara and Taboon were both under sith control. However, Onderon and Ambria were negotiable, and both of them were what Nakara desired. To do so, he'd require some extra hired manpower.

The first step was Ambria. The Republic had decided to use the planet much like the sith, trying to create it into a war machine. Sadly, they did not have as much influence on the frontline, instead hiring many a helping hand to get the job done. Several corporations were indeed interesting, many of them factories which built useful items, but nothing special.

The first was a subsidiary of Taim and Bak, an independent profiteer whom had taken the risk of setting up a weapons manufacturing plant on the planet, which made little sense for Nakara. The second target was a weapons plant which supplied most of the soldiers on the surface with the required equiptment. And last was the supreme head of the planet himself, the Governer.

Three different missions. A sabotague, a demolition, and the most dangerous, the kidnapping and extortion of the man in charge himself. For this, Nakara had sent out a summon to the best of the mandelorians, the best bounty hunters (of which he had planned to meet Durge again), and the best special ops teams to rendezvous with him near Kashyyyk within one week. He even sent out a small invite to that strange taung hybrid, though the likelihood of her showing up was unlikely at best.

The total finance would come out to almost 40 million credits, of which would be divied up for each operation. Still, Nakara didn't seem pleased at the lack of overt nature he had intended for the poor saps. As he exited, he watched a growing scene unfurl between his so-called "new apprentice" and the first target. Watching the two fight over a datapad, it seemed sensible that the kid would find out eventually. Nakara just hadn't expected it so fast.

"If you two are going to fight, let the entire academy watch," he ordered.

Shisstal looked up to see Nakara watching both him and Hormun once Shisstal heard his voice. Which was a mistake to look away from his opponent. Hormun landed a hard punch into the side of his cheek while Shisstal was looking away and he fell to the ground. But he quickly got up to face his opponent. Hormun charged at him but Shisstal sidestepped him and landed a hard blow in Hormun's stomach. Once Hormun leaned over, Shisstal quickly kicked him to the ground. "This is really unnecessary. Just say you give up." Shisstal told Hormun. Hormun's answer was a kick to the knees that sent Shisstal stumbling back. Which gave Hormun a chance to get back up and tackle Shisstal.
Both of them fell to the ground. Now they were rolling and trying to land punches. But Shisstal realized that the two of them rolling on the ground made them look more like cantina brawlers than Sith apprentices. It was so...undignified. Shisstal took the first chance he had to get Hormun off of him and get back up. Hormun ran again. Like an animal. Shisstal was sick of this. He landed a hard punch in Hormun's face which sent Hormun down. Hormun knew he had lost.
"Y-y-you jerk." Hormun said.
"Oh don't say that. After all, what did I do? I said I might break your precious little datapad. And here it is, safe in my pocket." Shisstal said taking out the datapad and showing Hormun that it was perfectly fine before putting it away. "The way I see it. You started that fight. You had no real reason to start throwing punches. Besides. You really think that this little datapad is worth your life?" Shisstal said shaking his head. "If that's the way you want it, it's yours." Shisstal said tossing the datapad onto Hormun before walking towards Nakara.
"Do you still want me to smash his most precious item? But I think after that, he won't find his datapad so precious anymore." Shisstal said while taking a quick look back at Hormun before brining his attention back to Nakara.