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Selkisto glanced out, seeing the billboard, and nearly shat himself. He'd no doubt have lost the bounty when the sith lord lost his senator status. Oh well, he was getting paid anyhow. He shouted after him, "Sure thing, but I have some stuff to do first."

(( Nelo: I fear I'm a bit fuzzy on the ceremony thingy stuff, so if it's all the same to yourself and the other padawan, we could fast forward that bit? Unless of course, he wishes to do it. ^^;; ))

((I have no idea either, so it's ok ^^))

"I am Ganil Tana. I am looking forward to... working with you," Ganil said with a smile.

(( I'm stuck aboard PR1M3 and can't do anything until Drako lands the thing or something. Oryo-Poo, where are you? lol ))

Mordranna gave Master Wulf a formal bow.
"Thank you, Master Wulf." Before taking leave of him, she said "I shall be in my chambers, meditating."

Selkisto finally came to another lift tube. This one, however, was guarded by sentry droids. With some fancy shooting, both droids were scrap, and the bounty hunter entered the tube and was, once again, going down into the bowels of Coruscant.

When he reached the end of his descent, a small legion of sentry droids attacked him. Diving behind cover, Selkisto pulled out his ion grenade. "Never thought I'd have to use this," he muttered, before arming it and tossing it behind him. There was a loud "ZRRAAAACK" and the sound of droid parts being seperated from one another and strewn across the room. That only took out about half of the droids though, leaving a good 15 left. Knowing a smoke grenade would be useless against beings with sensors for any known light wavelength, Selkisto reluctantly pulled off his last functional frag grenade and tossed it over. 5 left.

This was easy now. Selkisto aimed both guns over his cover, which, he never noticed before, was a bloody metal table. He ignored that fact for the time being and picked off the remaining droids. Now clear, he got up and examined the room. For some strange reason, it was covered in blood. The blood of dozens of species. Droid parts cluttered the room, covering dead bodies.

Selkisto also saw maybe 50 blood-covered metal operating tables and operating equipment. The majority of the latter was destroyed, but probably by his grenades, as they were still smoking slowly. Going over to an equipment node that was overturned but still intact, Selkisto examined the tools protruding from it. All looked cruel and lethal, and there was no sign of any sedatives.

They weren't just capturing slaves. They were experimenting on them. No doubt they learned of his approach, left the droids, and took off.

Wait a second. If they took off, then they might have left their captives alive. If they left their captives alive, why was there blood strewn over the room?

"Stang," Selkisto muttered. He noticed a scorch mark from his frag grenade in the center of the room, and also noticed that all of the bodies of humans and aliens were positioned as if thrown from that explosion. No doubt he'd killed any near the center of the room that were still alive. "Stang."

He'd never find that man's son now. Alive, anyhow. Even dead, he doubted his father would want a body mangled not only by knives, needles, and plasma cutters, and jacked up with hundreds of deadly chemicals, but hit by shrapnel from a heavy frag grenade. No doubt there were some still alive around the edges of the room, but the stench of death made Selkisto inclined to get out of there as quickly as possible. He ran to the opposite end of the room upon seeing a door the slavers probably escaped from and forced it open with his shoulder. "Dammit!" That hurt. He ran still, following an omnidirectional corridor lined by operating tables, equipment, body parts suspended in fluids, and vats of chemicals to yet another lift tube. He was getting sick of these things, but took it anyway. Another corridor, this time with doors on either side. He passed them, going where the passage led. He finally came to a larger room with a larger doorway. It opened into a hangar, a hangar that was quite large and lined with hundreds of cages and cargo boxes.

Other than that, the hangar was empty. The slavers had left some time ago.

Selkisto fell to his knees, a pang of despiration and loss somehow weeding its way into him. He ripped off his mask, buried his face in his hands, and, inexplicably, began to cry.

Seeing that Mordranna was bowing to Master Wulf, he followed suit.

"I will be... around, Master."

He watched Master Wulf walk away until he was out of sight, then turned to Mordranna and bowed.

"Until next time." Ganil smiled, and walked back to his quarters.

Neb decided that, now that he was a jedi master, and now he had two padawans, there was a good chance he was in dire need of reliable transportation.

"No more pods to be picked up by a passing freighter, no more fighters which lack hyperdrives, and most of all, no more riding coach!" He mused to himself. "I should probably treat myself to somethign a little spiffier than most others use. A fighter is too small, and I need something that I can carry a couple of useful items with me as well. Also decently defended, but something I can pilot by myself."

Neb turned into the council room, and quickly described his plight... and the previous forms of mistransportation. Quickly, the council decided to foot his bill, provided it wasn't too outrageous.

So, after searching for a day, Neb faced the hardest decision in his life so far: Which ship to buy? The infamous YT series? or a Delaya class courier?