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Chenahab turned to the lines of wookiees that were standing behind him and said. With that, five wookiees stepped forewards, in attention.

Freya looked over the five wookies whom Chenahab called. "They will be fine, thank you, Chen," she said appraisingly. "These will be the Amatruse's guards." She then looked back to Chen. "I would like, in addition to yourself and Gorry, a couple more volunteers to accompany us to Naboo," She said, keeping in mind how much room would be aboard the Aldera Ballet.

The Dead Space was bristling with activity as Link made his way in the door.
Veira suddenly looked up from pouring a drink.

"Link? What are you doing here?" She asked, clearly suprised.
Link smiled at her and nodded curtously. "This one was just looking for a place to get a drink. This one was still under the impression he was welcome here."

Veira finished pouring her customer's drink and turned towards the jedi as he made his way to the counter. "Since you helped out with Gordo, of course. But I never thought you'd be back so soon!"

Link glanced about then leaned close to her and said in a low tone.
"This one must speak with you about important matters. If he could borrow a moment of your time..."

Veira nodded. She flicked on the Autotender and motioned for Link to follow her.
"Yeah, we can talk in my office." She said.
Link nodded and followed the woman into her office.

"Alright, get on back and hold on tight." Iust then reved the speeder bike's engine and set off. They moved this way and that navigating the streets of the city. After a while they were finally outside the city. Iust then kicked the speed up on the bike then, bringing them ever closer to the top speed of the vehicle. The Iust could feel the wind beat on his armor as he crossed the plains outside of the city.

After a couple of hours of heavy riding Iust sees a little farm house nestled into the rolling hills. Drawing closer it can be seen that the two story house has been kept in fairly nice condition for being an older house, wtih only the paint peeling in a few places. Bringing the speeder to a halt, Iust then dismounts the speeder.

"This is the place, it's not much but it's home." Iust tells Iria. He then takes his helmet off, revealing his shaven bald head as well as his dark brown mustache and goatee. Placing the helmet under his arm he starts to head towards the door motioning for Iria to follow him. Iust knocks on the door and a the sound of footsteps can be heard from the other side. After a few seconds an old man leaning heavily on a cane opens the door.

"Iust, what a surprise, I wasn't expecting you. You should have called I would have put some tea on." the old man says coming to embrace his nephew.

"Sorry Uncle, I normally do call, but I'm in need of some he-" Iust starts to answer before the old man cuts him off with "Yes, yes, you can tell me all about it later, what I want to know is who this pretty young thing you have brought with you is, and why haven't you introduced her yet? Didn't I teach you manners?"

"Uncle, I was getting to that, this is Iria Brunhildt." Iust replies.

"Please to meet you Miss Brunhildt, I'm Sunum Zalera, won't you two please come in."

" There. Now that's a lot better. " Angel said, looking about her room aboard the Heaven's Fury after having just moved things about. Just because it was a battle cruiser doesn't mean it can't look luxurious on the inside, and it did. When the crew that helped get it is made up of people who know how to get their hands on credits and supplies, one can expect something on the higher end to come as a result. Save for the crew's appearance, one would think they are aboard a cruiser meant for luxury cruises. A few sudden hyperspace jumps to other worlds changed that. Several loads of identical suits were brought aboard the ship. A few of the crew began making custom decorations to them. " Let's see if these band of vagabond scoundrels can turn into seasoned veterans. " Angel said to herself, looking over the roster data. " Hmm... We've got guys good with explosives, that know the inner workings of almost any system, a few ex soldiers, guys good at causing distractions, stealth... It's almost like a whole army force, assuming they're all as good as they claim. "

In the privacy of the Dead Space's office, Link told a condensed version of the events surrounding the Darksun treasure.

"So," Veira said slowly, taking it in. "My Jukebox is part of a long chain of clues to your dead relative's last treasure? and you want to stick a chewing Ruik can into it to get the clue."

"Correct. This one would like to do this after closing time, so that he may do this unobserved."

Veira chewed on her lip briefly.
"Coming from anyone else this would be weird as hell. But Coming from a weird fellow like you its got to be true."

"Thanks...one thinks..."

"Right then. Stick around until closing time and I'll let you kriff with the Jukebox." She said as she reopened the door. "Until then, grab a seat and have a few drinks. But only if you can pay. I got enough people who skip town before clearing their tab."

"My brother and his master have this totally old style Lambda-class shuttle," Freya replied. "I was thinking that you could use the Corvette you arrived in, unless it needs to be returned to Itchy?" She then smiled at Chen, "Like, if that's the case, have no fear, as we totally have things you can use," she said, rattling off several classes of corvette types.

Onboard the Stormhawk, Varl sat submerged in one of the two bacta tanks, trying to recover from the wounds. Meanwhile, Seifer had recieved word that Vaan had been discharged from Imperial Service. Apparently, Krayt didn't want to deal with the Chiss at the present time.

Discouraged but not necessarily dishonored, Kev'aa'nuruodo reported this information back to the Chiss, who were even more irritated that he managed to let the saurians go. At that point, Vaan didn't care. Whoever they were, they had some interesting technology, and if Vaan wanted to contact them, he'd do it as a potential ally, not a captor. That being said, the Ascendancy was now squabbling amongst itself, and a junior Commander was already replacing Vaan's patrol in the Unknown Regions. Thereby, the Ascendancy had no real place for him at the time, and the disgruntled Aristocra had merely told him to reestablish connections with the Empire.

Vaan thought a long while about how he would go about accomplishing this.

Then it dawned on him. It was something he had been chasing earlier.

The Community.

The Stormhawk deposited Varl back on Crustai for treatment, and then departed again for Bespin.