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His attention diverted to the rather agitated Gen'Dai, who's hand was just twitching to kill the mando beside him. As he raised a lazy hand, Nakara answered accordingly.

"Master Durge, you will take the demolition job, I take it? I hear those new enhancements allowed for quite a show on Ruusan. I expect that if you can handle a squad like that, you won't be needing much help in the ways of firepower."

He held up two fingers, as Nakara seemed to have an understanding. "Ah, both jobs. I'll be sure to inform the next squads about it. The funds will be wired immediately." The Gen'dai got up, and exited the room.

"Whether or not we are on good terms, Mandelorian, the money is the same, no matter whom takes the job. If I was hiring the scum of the universe, do you think I would request your abilities personally?" He asked. "Durge killed ten Mandelorians by himself, on Ruusan. He is a fine specimen, much like yourself. I only hire those whom will succeed."

He picked up a datapad off the table and tossed it to her. "That's the last reason why we're running this little operation." The datapad began spewing information on Nakara's upcoming race, flashing figures and dollar signs, essentially all the known information of his plans. "The cash prize is 5 or 6 million credits. And that's hard credits. But first," he said, turning the galaxy-wide map off. "Ambria must fall. Don't forget to bring a plunger or two."

"I assume we are at an arrangement? I am rather interested in seeing these skills you claim to have. As you said, 'time is money, after all'," making the last words come out in her own voice by changing his vocal chords.

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Aurora seemed more than safe with four remotes. Ritt admitted it had taken him years to get that far, mastering six only in the last year personally.

"And here you thought you'd learn a thing or two from me, showing off like that," he said with a laugh.

"I assumed that parrying and blocking were similar. Couldn't a parry be classified as anything that prevents an opponents attack from landing. A block also stops an opponent's attack from landing as well doesn't it?" Shisstal asked. He felt stupid. If he really wanted to learn Makashi, no, just lightsaber fighting in general, he was going to have to know these things. And he only had what he could remember. Oh well. Might as well wait and see what the droid had to say about his knowledge.

Well, if Dizzy could say one thing about Torga the Hutt, it was that Torga didn't lie about how difficult an assignment was. The man Dizzy was looking for was a Corellian who's name Torga hadn't given him. Not that a name mattered. Dizzy had a picture.
The compound was more of a small fortress. Guards were continually patrolling the perimeter and guarding both entrances. And there were computerized defense turrets everywhere. Dizzy certainly wasn't going to be getting in the easy way. But then Dizzy saw something that might just get him inside. There were large cargo containers heading towards the compound.
As Dizzy watched, he noticed that there was a dropoff area for the cargo. And Dizzy's best guess was that whatever was inside those containers were what was being stolen from Torga. Well, at least the first step to getting the Corellian was all laid out for him.

Sonya felt all her air suddenly evacuate, as the warlord punched her in the gut. Using the last of her strength, she grabbed his free arm, and swung the butt of her saber at him. The effort made her slip and fall to the side. She coughed for air, but she had lost. Had she? She tried to summon a force push with an outstretched arm, but she was coughing too badly to pull it off.

Her air coming back slowly, she tried to push herself up. She must have really looked pathetic for her status, as he crawled upon her knees then up further. In spite of her pain, she turned the saber back on, her anger building again.

"A... cheap punch... not.... the first... time... someone tried.... that on... me..." Sonya panted, flipping the saber to a backhand grip and then back to a foward grip. "I... am not... the top apprentice... out of three academies... for being brought... down by such... weak attacks... even if you do... punch harder than... most of my peers...."

Sonya gave a block, falling back several feet. "A stiff attack from you would push me over right now no matter what stance I took," she snapped back, performing a kiup. The pain shot through her stomach again.

"I'm not as fast or as strong as you, yet, but don't expect me to believe for one second that you don't berzerk on the battlefield. There are almost as many stories about your exploits on the field and your brutality as there are about Nakara's madness and cruelty. Are you trying to say that they were wrong, that you are in full control of your emotions whenever you fight? That you never once lost your temper at all?" She said, finally recovered. She charged at him again, temper flaring.

He doesn't release his anger on me because he has no need to. I'm not strong enough for him to show me how he really fights in battle. Anyone can be calm when victory is assured for them...

"You get used to the hits after a while," Ritt teased. He considered the position she was in, and decided to change up the test. "Let's start learning our spacial positioning. The simplest forms of tracking an opponent in space come from the hands on the clock. Twelve is in front, six is rear, three and nine are right and left respectively." He started, nabbing the various remotes out of the air and reprogramming them.

"You'll pick it up pretty quickly, so we'll add the key words high and low to you. So, if I shout twelve o'clock high, block a bolt aimed for your head when it comes. Six o'clock low, block backwards around your cargo hold. Simple enough. Once you get the hang of this, we'll move onto digital coordinates and then perhaps I'll let you call out locations of the bogeys and watch me get zapped a couple times. Ready?"

He tossed the four remotes in the air again, as they spun around. "Four o'clock."

As Ritt took the remotes out of the air, Aurora allowed herself to rest and catch her breath. She still stood in a defensive stance, saber at the ready as Ritt explained the next steep of the training.

“Ready.” She nodded her head as he released the remotes back into the air. They came buzzing in at her and when Ritt called out the direction she raised her blade, arcing it over her right shoulder in a counter clockwise rotation with out thinking about it, action on instinct and placing her trust into her wing mates warning call of the incoming enemy fire. In her minds eye she saw herself as her starfighter, twisting and jinking through the emptiness of space. Her lightsaber was her shield and she swung it to the four o’ clock facing to interdict the blast as she pivoted and turned to face her foe. The remotes she saw as sith starfighters diving in at her, weapons blazing. .