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Nar Shaddaa

The Dragons Fire came out of hyperspace and down towards the planet heading deep into the lower levels, and landed on an open landing pad. Isskoh proceeded from the cockpit to the loading ramp. Pushing the small button on the wall, the ramp lowered, and Isskoh headed out. He looked around, and hoped no one noticed him land. He then proceeded on his way to the Twisted Rancor a local cantina, that he frequented offten. When he walked in there was a variety of aliens from all walks of life. But mostly smugglers, criminals, and those who didn't wish to be found. He approached the bar, " Losh oskk nih fol" he said to the barkeep in his native tongue of Dosha.

"I'm sorry pal I only speak basic. Can you repeat that?"

"I said where's Cal?"

"Oh, he's not feeling to well so I had to come in and cover for him. So what can I do for ya?"

"I'll have a Renan Irongut, and I'm looking for someone in particular, a Nemoidian."

"Hmm.....a Nemoidian you say?.....Yeah now that I think about it there was a Nemoidian who came in not to long ago. Looked real shifty, course I don't think I ever met one that didn't. He came in and asked for a key to one of the private booths. Number 4 I believe." He handed Isskoh his drink, and a key to the private booth.

"Thanks. Tell Cal, Isskoh says hi if ya see him." He downed his drink and headed over to private booth number four. And swiped the key card, and heard a beep then a click. Signalling the door was unlocked. He then cautously stepped in, and saw the Nemoidian sitting at the table, but no one else. " It about time you showed up."

"Cut the chatter and just tell me what I want to know. wheres he hiding?"

The Nemoidian, was taken aback and began secreting sweat profuse'ly. "He's in a abandoned apartment complex, over in refugee sector. Room number 127. But be carefull he's been acting real paranoid lately. And I think he hired some body gaurds, probably Gamorreans"

"Thanks for the heads up. Heres your payment." Isskoh slid a few credit chips across the table, and left. He ran quickly back to his ship, and unloaded his speeder bike and took off for the refugee sector. When he got there he pulled out of traffic and headed down to the street. And found some beggers, "You there human, come here."

"W-what do want, do you have any credits to spare stranger?"

"Only if you answer some questions first. Where can I find the abandoned apartment complex?"

"Uh.... lets see now I think it's down a little farther the sameway your heading, big decrepet looking place with a lot of gangs hanging around. Now how about those credits you promised?"

"Don't have any, turns out I lied. Heh heh heh." He then sped off leaving the old begger standing there. And after a few minutes found the building the old man described. He parked his speeder bike on a nearby roof top. Not daring to park it on the street where it would likely get stolen. Besides the roof gave him a good vantage point to scope out the area. He pulled out his macrobinoculars and searched the building, to see if he could find the window to room 127. Unfortunately most of the windows were boarded up. "Siths blood!" He cursed under his breath. He jumped back on his bike, and quietlly as he could coasted it on top of the apartment. He peered over the edge of the building to see if any of the street gangs below noticed. Luckly enough they didn't, he then proceeded to the roof access door. He stepped in cautously on to the upper level of a stairwell. he peered over the railing. And quietlly walked down them, taking each step carefully as to not make to much noise. Part way down there was a door that lead into the halls. he opened it and peered his head out, and looked down the hall in both directions. It appeared empty but wasn't the right floor. So he headed down one more flight of stairs, and again stealthily opened the door and peered out. The hall was empty, and deathly silent. He checked the number on the door directly across from him, it read 124. He looked to the left, and saw the numbers continued to decrease that way. So he headed out to his right, and crept up to room 127 and put his ear up to the door. "Listen Isshkkata we can't stay here any longer. We gotta keep moving!"

"Rrroowrr arr rararr!"

"Look either we leave tonight on our own, or in a body bag which would you prefer?"

"Goraarr oorrrar."

Isskoh pulled his ear away, and pulled out his security blade and a stun grenade. He counted to three, then quickly used the blade to disable the lock, and with his tremendous strength kicked the door in, and hucked the grenade. It landed right at the feet of a large Wookie, and went off, stunning all in the room. Isskoh pulled out his E-11 and with pinpoint accuracy shot the Wookie right between the eyes, his body immediately going limp and fell to the ground with a smoking hole in it's head. Isskoh then shot the Devaronian aswell between the eyes, dropping him instantly. And in a matter of seconds it was all over. He walked over to the Wookie corpse and inspected its pelt. He chuckled to himself, "Lossshk norri taar" He said to himself, which roughly translated into "the Scorekeep will be pleased" in Dosha. He pulled out his survival knife, and began to skin the Wookie. He then drapped it's pelt over his shoulder and picked up the Devaronian, and hoisted him over the same shoulder. With his free hand he placed a few frag mines on the wall near the boarded up window. And took a few paces back, and pulled out the detonation switch. He pushed the button blowing a sizable hunk out of the wall, sending debri crashing to the street below. He walked over to the hole, and pushed some buttons on his wrist summoning his speeder bike to him. Just as it arrived to the newly made door way, Isskoh heard some voices coming up behind him. So he turned around and saw two Gamorreans charging him with their vibro-axes raised. He quickly tossed another stun grenade, and hopped on his speeder bike. And sped away leaving the Gamorreans behind. He entered his ship and took the Wookie pelt to a refrigerated storage chamber. And put the Devaronian in there aswell. He then started up his engines and blasted out of there, he puched in the frequency on his comm to the bounty hunters guild. "Yes this is Bossk, what do you want?" He hissed in his native tongue.

"Hello uncle it's Isskoh, and I've just aquired the bounty on Kapp Dendo, and Isshkkata." He also said in Dosha.

"Exellent. Bring them to me here on Coruscant, where you shall recieve your payment for them."

"I'm on my way now, Isskoh out." He punched in the coordinates to Coruscant and made star lines.

"What do I want you to do? You're not worth training, if you're that dull. Even Gunny guessed it by now. But then again, you were sent by that venomous traitor, that frelling barve, Neb," the old man said, before turning back into the shop.

"At least the woman has some sense and passion," Labrynth mused to himself, "What's the point of training you? If you lost to that jedi, the worst student ever to come through those doors... That b*****d doesn't even have the balls to show his own face!" The man went on, growing into a frightful rage, "I gave him shelter, I took him in, and what's he do? He spits into my old face by shoving upon me his lackeys, in hopes of bettering himself? I will have none of it! I will not be made a fool a second time by the vrelt!"

He realized his audience, and looked at them. "Let me guess, you think you know what I am going to do, eh? You think that I'm going to have a change of heart, despite the hatred for the frelling freller, take you in, and make you perfect Jedi? You're wrong. You will toil harder than a pair of Rontos to churn the fields, you will be beaten worse than a hutt's lazy interpreter, and I assure you, your lightsabers are forfeit. You are old, slow, dim-witted, and completely untrainable. An ex-senator slash Sith Lord with a touch of amnesia has no effects upon what the outcome will be. He lost, to a mangy urchin! And Alderaanian to boot!"

A large spat came from the mouth.

"I hate Alderaanians! And your posture is atrocious!"

Corellia Space ...

The little Aldera-class starfighter made it's way into Corellia space after a few days worth of travel, not counting a stop-over on Tatooine, reverting to realspace. "Ah, here at last!" Mordranna cheerfully said, more to herself, as she was the sole occupant of the small craft.
Now, let's see where this Jedi learner is, she mused, bringing the little ship in. She felt calm as she flew above Corellia's seas, homing in on the landing pad.
At last, she landed. Mordranna stepped out of the fighter, smoothing her white and brown robes, and walked over to the trio. "Hello, Sami dear," she said, acknowledging her love.
"You made it," Sami chirped with glee. "I tried to give the message, but, this guy would have none of it,"
Mordranna sagely nodded. "It's ok, I'll handle it," she replied with a knowing smile, approaching the other two robe clad figures.
"Hello there. I'm here to see a Rekan Soleseu,"

Rekan stepped forward. "I am Rekan Nolesu. Master Brunhildt, I am glad that you have come." He stood and approached her, offering his hand. "And may I say, congratulations on your engagement."

Rekan blinked at her deliberately, then looked down, as if he was thinking very seriously about the question. Finally, his head rose. "By boat, I assume you mean hover craft, of the kind I've seen used on Mon Cal. If it was proceeding down a parking lot, presumably for airspeeders or landspeeders, its wings would most likely be shorn off... by pancakes, I assume the slang term for the canopy, as it is a thick ovoid shape. And doghouse would also be slang for the cockpit. In regards to a hovercraft large enough that its wings would be shorn off proceeding down a path with the standard narrow width of a standard speeder lot, I would surmise it takes 3 'pancakes,' as the craft with the narrowest body and widest wingspan has 3 cockpits."

At the offer the guide almost visibly recoiled. "That won't be necessary. I have more pressing matters to attend to." With that they were gone.

Rekan was oppositely disposed towards the idea of food. "Gladly. I've been meditating for a couple of days nonstop..."

Rekan shook his head. "I can stomach almost anything, but I have a preference for water-animals and salt-water beverages." If his beak allowed him to smile, he would have grinned slightly at this.