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Revak watched the man leave with a sigh, glancing at Jenel he smiled slightly, "I need a drink."

She smiled slightly, "I hear you."

With that Revak turned back and walked down the main corridor carrying a pair of wooden boards under his arm along with a third, smaller piece of wood. Behind him Jenel dug out a roll of medical tape. With another half-smile she followed him, "A pity you guys can't use bacta, she'd be up and about in just a day or two if you could."

"Yes, fortunately our own metabolism and body heals quite quickly on its own, Calra will be able to walk again without a splint in a week, but her leg will be weak for quite a while afterward." Revak shrugged as he stepped into Calra's room and pulled up a stool next too her bed and sat down, "This is what the second time you've broken your leg?"

"Yeah, though last time it was a training accident," Calra sighed, "Alright lets get this done with."

Revak handed her the small piece of wood, a bite bit and she clamped down on it as he bent over her leg. Through the force he could sense the break, and where the bone needed to go. With a strong grip and stout pressure he set to work.

Calra growled and hissed as he leg began to slid back into place, her eyes rolled up into her sockets. Then with a rather sickening snap the bite bit broke in her jaw.

Revak sighed as he finished setting the leg and began wrapping it in medical tape and immobilized it between the two wooden boards. Finished he stood and watched Calra try to relax, "I'll be back. Come on Jenel, lets get something to drink."

As the walked out, Calra murmured, "I changed my mind, give me the strongest stuff they've got."

The Onderon queen looked shock at the chiss. How could she trust him? She had certainly known the Sith and Empire were allies once again, but to lose Fel? She immediately switched the screen so that they could see each other.

"How did he die?"

The commander decided to tell her the truth. "His palace on Bastion was raided during a Council of the Moffs. To our knowledge, he is dead along with most of the Imperial Knights, and at least one of the Moffs. With this done, Darth Krayt has usurped the leadership."

She shook her head. "Why would we possibly ally with you then? If Krayt controls the Empire, he controls more than half the galaxy. It's suicide."

"And why did the Rebellion fight against Palpatine?" Elladan countered. "To end corruption and tyranny. It worked then, it can work now."

"I still don't trust you," she acused. "We need proof before we can commit to any kind of negotiations. The nearest Imperial fleet is seventeen parsecs away, and they have a Nebula with them. We have a military, but not enough to go against even just a lone Nebula. It's not worth it unless you have something to add..... as collateral."

Elladan frowned, then switched one of the datapads onscreen, reviewing the schematics to his latest ship, the Victory-class Mark IV Star Destroyer. As of yesterday, construction had been finished on the factories on Wayland and Taris. By now, he had three Acclamantors in service and manned, and at least a pair of Victories underway.

"What you see is the latest in Imperial design, the VSD MK IV. Newer and far more advanced then its latest predecesor. Completely renovated, and capable of outmatching an ISD MK II. The ship I'm on is an Acclamantor MK III, the updated version of the Republic-age warship, and serving the same purpose. I'm sure your advisors will agree."

The queen turned to Olin beside her. He reviewed the schematics closely, before nodding. "In theory, any, it's a very good ship. Enough of these, and the Empire's numbers would no longer be so much of an advantage. However..." He turned to Elladan. "If you're Loyalist as you say, you can't possibly have the resources needed to justify all of this. You can't have more than a system or two under such short notice."

"No we don't," the commander countered. "One of the reasons we came here in the first place. Onderon and Dxun are virtually... untapped worlds. For even our limited work efforts, we need the resources. Taris provides factories and soldiers. Wayland provides Technology. We need onderon to provide the resources. Will you help us?"

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"Then I wish you well," Iria said to the man with the odd dialect. As the man left, she then took to finding Iust.

Ruffling Freya's hair with his large hand, Gorwooken said Looking to Rusty, he said.

"You seem to be right there, but I have an odd feeling about him. But right now our main concern is Graka. First we need to find a secure shelter so we don't have to keep fighting Graka's goons, we won't be able to hold out forever. Once we have a chance to rest we should decide what to do next." Iust tells Iria as he crosses to pick up his suitcase full of credits.

"There is one man whom I know we can trust at this point. He's old and crippled so can't do much to help but provide us a place of shelter. He lives in a small residence outside of the city, if we can get there we should be able to stay low for a while. He goes by the name Sunum Zalera, he is my uncle and the only family I have left," Iust tells Iria. "If you want I can take you to him."

Gorwooken said, after nodding discreetly to Rusty. Leading the way to the Corvette, he noted that the hatchway was already open... convenient. He asked Freya.