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(( Ah. Iria is still on OM, currently in the care o' Iust and his uncle, though I suspect we'll be on the move before too long. Though her and Vaan meeting up would have been rather beneficial. ))

Iria's eyes fluttered open, as Sunum and Iust came into focus. "Yes, I think so," she sighed. With a weak chuckle to Sunum, she asked "Mayhaps I'll have some water please, good sir,"

(( I'm kinda thinking her to be akin to the clone Ripley from the 4th Alien movie. 3nodding ))

Aurora stood as the wookies entered and excused herself from Gunther and Kalnar. She waked over to stand in front of the wookies. "Are the ones to stay here and protect my family?" she asked.



She nodded that she understood. Spending most of her life with Freya and around Gorwoken had taught her some understanding of their language. "Follow me." she said as she pointed to the door. The five of them stepped into a lift and went one floor down to her parents appartment.

"Mom, Dad. These wookies will protect you and the city while Freya, Gory, and I are away." she said as the entered the main room of the appartement. "My parents, Azules and Talia." she said indicated her father and mother respectively.

"Thank you," Iria said, taking the proffered water. Catching her breath, she then asked, "Iust tells me that you were a Storm Commando,"
"Yes, ma'am," Sunum smiled. "And?"
"I don't know if you may have heard much regarding Fel's Project Sapphire Valkyrie ...?" Iria asked.
The old man merely nodded at that. "I've heard the whispers, yes. A clone extracted from DNA of a Jedi Master from way back when. Though I hear she'd passed on when I was but a twinkle in my papa's eye - I imagine they had the devil's time getting the sample!"
Iria smiled grimly, nodding. "Yes, a lock of hair," she said, unconsciously tucking her own behind her ear. "I rememeber at a young age, Fel telling me that I would have my host's memories. Or, at least up to the time the sample was taken. I occasionaly see glimpses of her life in dreams." Or nightmares,

Iria shuddered as the question was put to her. "Certainly. I have had this particular one only once before." she replied. "But, I feel obligated to warn you that it is not a pleasant one,"
"Of course," Sunum said. "though at my age, I can't say there's much that would shock me,"
"It has my host with a Moff at blasterpoint. The man is begging for his life. But, my host refuses, saying something about children being tormented by him, before she executes him," Iria shuddered.
Sunum merely looked back and forth between the pair, taking the words in.

After considering the proposal, Elladan nodded. "We'll talk with the Mandalorians. I'm sure we can reach an agreement."

Zeltilla nodded. "I hope so. I won't consider the agreement otherwise. We'll talk when I learn you were successful."

With that, she cut the transmission off herself. Seeing as he now had a job to do, he turned to Sven. "Intel?"

"Far as we can tell, Commander, there's a city on the far side of the moon. Fairly well defended, with a decent population. No hostilities... yet." The lieutenant answered.

"What could we expect if they engaged in.... hostilities?"

"Not much. Kedalbe-class destroyers, Crusader corvettes, Gladiator assault fighters and such. We might even see one of their ancient Basilisk war droids, though that's doubtful. The last reported one in the area was used in the Onderon Civil War by Mandalore Canderous Ordo. I'm sure we can take about anything they have on."

"And if not? Say they have enough forces to wax us and Onderon. What then? Our reinforcements are on route from Wayland, due here in a day. Plus, we can't depend on Onderon. We need peace, not war."

Sven was about to comment, when they were hailed, this time from Dxun. "It's the Mandalorians. They want to speak with you, Commander."

The chiss nodded. "They don't miss anything, do they? Put them on screen."

Angel was looking at herself in a full-length mirror in several different outfits, all of them a uniform as they each had an emblem that matched the Heaven Fury's own branding decal along its sides and nose. She had a different style of uniform to suit any occassion. Deciding to stay with her usual all-black sttire, she merely slapped a badge-like emblem onto it and headed for the bridge. Taking her place in the captain's chair, she saw the rest of the crew all dressed in their new colors. Had she not known they were just an organized collection of ex-thugs, she'd think she was commanding a special forces unit. Oddly, she felt a sense of comfort in that, as though this is where she belonged. " Ma'am, we've intercepted a comm channel from an asteroid field not too far from our current position. I believe it's a pirate hideout. " " Well then, why don't we find out? Find out their coordinates. Helm, once we know where they are, get us there. "