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Anyone looking out the balcony would see a single solitary form practicing forms in the Waterfall. Anyone with Jedi senses could tell it was Tal...

About 15 minutes later there was a knock on the door, standing there is Tal'dras, with very wet hair, wearing a simple set of clothes instead of his normal armor. "Greetings friends! I hope the accomadations are to your liking?" He smiled, pausing to push a stray hand of wet hair from his eyes, then said, "Come on! I'll show you around!"

He waited for the Jedi to ready themselves, then began walking...

Rain snatched the comlink from the flunky and pressed the trigger.
"Rain Starwind, Mando'ade Verd. Your incompetant employee just killed my Captain's Quartermaster and favorite droid in a severe case of frendly fire that heavily destroyed a small two story dwelling structure to kill one Hunter. He fled from battle without warning and like a true Hut'uun decided not to engage in honerable combat but to play artillery commander with a guided missle launcher. Being that he is your subordinate, I hold you personally responsible for the damage he has done here. I expect worthy compensation for our losses."
She looked down at Cale and spoke again into the comlink. "Your men may think you are the Mandalore, but I'm not so stupid Di'kut. If I hear you ever address yourself by that holy title, I will personally shuck you out of your armor, melt the metal down, and make you swallow it. Then, I will gouge your eyes out with a spoon, leaving the optic nerves attached so you can watch as I disembowl you with your own knife. Do you understand me, Ad?"
Cale, having come to through her tirade just stared at her.

"You havent earned the right to call me 'Dear'. And if we need the planet destroyed while we're on it, we'll give you a call. Until then Novara, ware your step. Hell hath no fury like mine. Pray you never see it."
Rain shut the comlink off.
Cale staggered to his feet slowly and gave his second a look.
"Wow...you're a b***h."
"Rak's dead. Novara's little b***h killed him."
Cale arched an eyebrow and looked towards the rubble. He saw the chunk with Rak's arm sticking out from beneath it.
"Oh, that." He said mildly as he dug around for an antitoxin in his belt.
"Yeah he's just knocked out."
Rain blinked and looked at the rock that had landed on the barabel. "Cale, he's dead. theres no way-
"...A human would have survived that, yeah. But Rak's not human. He's barabel. I've seen him bench things bigger than that slab. Just give him a bit until he comes to." Cale found the antitoxin and gave himself an injection with a wince. The rest of the stun spores were soon purged from his system. "You try taking a spray net charge then have a chunk of permacrete land on you and we'll see how quickly you bounce back."

It had taken patience, but for a hunter, patience was a nessecity.
His target had dropped his guard.
It seemed he had been forgoten about.
Careless.
He locked on with his HUD, his target's head lined up cleanly in the crosshairs.
Solms squeezed the trigger and a lance of green energy shot out for Red's head.

Rekan was slow to respond. "I'd prefer not to, master. However, you are not required to put requests in that fashion."

Mordranna glanced down at the room below. "Impressive, indeed. Sort of reminds me of the Praxeum on Yavin, but with greater numbers," Taking the scene in, she added, "I think that even Master Skywalker should appreciate such a sight."

Just as the man was going to give them some aid that didn't envolve destroying the city, a sniper blast cut him down.
Cale and Rain stared at the cooling body for a few moments.
"Wow....thats a spot of bad luck, isnt it?" Cale said.
"More like inferior grade armor." Rain sniffed. "Real armor wouldnt get punched through like so much paper. This Di'kut's Beskar was a joke."
"Ops, does it strike you as somewhat rather stupid to be sitting here talking about how this guy died while a gunman is lurking about, possibly after our lives as well?"
"Good point."
Rain suddenly heard the hiss-snap of a weapon discharge. quickly she knocked Cale out of the way as a stun net of goo wrapped itself around her and knocked her out.
Cale drew his pistol as he hit the ground and fired in the direction of the shooter.
Landing on his shoulder he followed up with an additional pair of angry red bolts sent flying in the shooter's direction. Looking over at his Unconcious Operations officer, Cale grimaced.
"She is gonna be so pissed when she comes to its not gonna be funny." He remarked to himself.

Cale calmly looked about the debris littered street before slowly standing up.
"From here it sounds like you think I need people to stick up for me." The outlaw twirled his pistol in his hand and slid it into his holster.