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Iria had to laugh at Sunum's admonishment of Iust. "Sorry," she chuckled. "Unfortunately, I fear that I've left more suitable clothing on Chandrilla," she sheepishly added, noting her own Imperial issue armor as she prepared some biscuits.

And then, some woman was tapping one of the wookies on the shoulder, whom woofed a "hrm?"-like response.

"So, yah, might I help you?" Freya asked the woman, frowning as the woman did so. "Like, what mega-buttheads!" She then turned to Chen. "See? This is the sort of thing that would, like, totally make my ancestors roll in their graves!"

Turning back to the lady that queried her, Freya then cheerily offered, "So, like yeah. Go to Brunhildt Boulevard, and take a right to Skywalker street. You should see a sign that says 'Darl's Equipment shop'. They have the Hyper-woofers there. It's totally a steal at one hundred credits!" With a grin, she said, "It's perfect for those long flights on a frieghter, and you totally don't want to bug others,"

"You'll have to excuse Mistress Freya's ... shall we say, 'youthful exuberence'?" Rusty chimed in. "But yes, as she states," the little R5 offered, parroting Freya's earlier directions. "You should find Darl's to your liking, as their prices are reasonable."

A very eager band of pirates was waiting as patiently as anxious perverted men could, having been bribed with the promise of several beautiful young slaves to have their ways with in exchange for their transport's safe passage through the asteroid field. Several pirates waited in the hangar as the transport entered it. They were eager with anticipation as the boarding ramp slowly began to lower. Their expressions soon changed from eagerness and delight to horrifying terror when they noticed that instead of beautiful young women, they received what appeared to be a fully armed strike team. The present pirates found themselves gripped by the Force and thrown together, with their weapons ripped from their grasp and sent flying across the hangar. The " soldiers " departed the transport and secured the pirates. As they secured the hangar, a Mandalorian dressed for war along with a very desirable woman came down the ramp. " Pigs. " Angel said, noticing the look on a pirate's face. " Even when held at gun point, they can only think of sex. " After an added sigh, she continued. " Arlight, secure what you can in the immediate vicinity of here, round up anyone else here and stuff them all somewhere with only a single door to get out through, then guard it with a few men. We're not taking any chances. " The men went about their orders. The Mandalorian, Angel's unofficial personal bodyguard, followed at her side as she went on her way towards an interior door. " What are we going to do here? " " You are just gonna watch over the others for the moment and give me what you deem important information that you receive from the rest of the crew. If I am to be considered the captain of our little force here, that makes you my 2nd in command. So it'd fit to have you acting like one. " " I see. Very well. I'll see if we find anything worth mentioning. " Angel went off on her own down a corridor that started to fill with a few pirates coming to defend their base. They met the business end of a lightning blast followed by a lightsaber blade. Angel continued on her way, hearing blasters and other sounds of battle throughout other areas of the base, while plowing her own way through rather poorly trained pirates. " Hmm... Either we caught them all off guard and drunk, or these pirates just suck. " she thought.

"And, that's why we must be diligent," Rusty said to Freya.

Freya couldn't help but overhear. "So, like is it the headphones, or are there totally bigger issues at stake?"

With that, Chenahab looked over, as well, with a grunt of < What's on your mind? >

Ashe turned back to the girl.

"It's not just the headphones, I guess you could say. I've heard stories of better times. Seems like even the old Empire was better than this..."

As Elladan oberseved the blank screen for several moments, he was left wondering why he was doing this. He had to remind himself he was all but banished from his home, was branded a traitor by at least one government, and for all he knew, was about to start another full-scale civil war. He just hoped he could avoid the worst of it. If he was lucky.

The Mandalorian entreatie it turns out wore full-battle armor. It was little better than the armor seen during the Galactic Civil War and after. In particular, it was a style made popular by the notorious Boba Fett. This man, he assumed, however, had yellow armor. "I don't know what the hell you're doing out there, but I demand to know why you've invaded Mandalorian space."

The man was cocky, he had to admit that. He certainly had a foul mouth, though Elshaek' was pretty sure the man was used to getting his way. "I'm here on behalf of the Loyalis Empire and Queen Zeltilla of Onderon."

The man laughed. "Ha! The young minx has finally sent you to crush us? What, she offered you support if you'd solve her problems? Pathetic."

"Actually, I had no desire of fighting you."

He started laughing again, but quickly caught himself. "Eh? You're joking. You've come in a warship. I'm no fool. You intend on dragging us into war with Onderon, and seeing the whole system burn under the flames, then you make your move. I'm not an idiot."

This mandalorian was truly something. Elladan couldn't fathom how this man had survived so long with so much ambition with so little. He had gone as far as he could go. The chiss intended to change that. "I'm serious, Mandalore, if I may call you that." He offered no response, so Elladan continued. "War only brings ruin in the end. Yes, there may be some immediate benefits, but if we fight now, the only guaranteed solution is that at least some of us will die. I'd rather avoid that."

Mandalore regarded the chiss for several moments before replying. "What solution do you want then? You've got my interest."

"Did you find it Dack?" Veira asked her brother as she and Link sat at the empty bar.
The younger Corran was rooting around the old Jukebox, an activity that kept him from chattering about his idolistic worship of Cale Darksun, how cool it was that the pirate had actually frequented here, and how stellar it was that they had been saved by a Darksun pirate.

"Yeah! Right here!" he exclaimed as he tapped on the back of the old jukebox. Cale's insignia was painted over a device that would recieve the
Image Caster that Link held.

Link nodded to the boy with a smile.
"Thank you. You both have been much help." The Jedi stated as he got up and made his way to the jukebox.

He fumbled a bit with the image caster but managed to insert the device into the datalink.

The caster immediately shot out an image of the grizzled pirate captain, an action that startled both Cale and Dack, much to Veira's amusement.
"Ol'val from beyond the grave." The pirate stated with a smirk. "Y'know, Ive never had much stock in religion. But Ive run into plenty who have. Take the B'omarr monks of Tatooine. They cut out their own brains and place 'em in droids to find enlightenment. Aint that a hoot?"

And with that simple observation the image vanished and ejeted the Image caster.

"That's it?" Veira asked.

"Are you sure that was Cale Darksun?" Dack added, a bit disapointed by the holo.

"Yes and yes it seems." Link stated as he pocketed the image caster.

Veira snorted and shook her head. "Some Kessel escapee with an eyepatch spouts a bunch of gibberish and you take it as a divine proclamation. Now I know I dont want a part of this."

"Say what you will. Nonetheless, this one must move on. Tatooine seems to be the next location. I must now find a ship heading in that direction."

Veira rubbed her chin briefly. "A spacer was in here beore saying she and two lizards she was with were heading to Bestine on their way to Tatooine. Maybe you can hitch a ride with them."

"Two lizards?" His mind flashed back to the Rapora and he frowned. "This
one would prefer to find a different ride, but thank you."

He nodded to Dack and Veira and left the bar, disapearing in the dark, cold night.