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Rak suddenly grabbed Solms and with a mighty toss, hurled the Hunterdown the street, aiming for an open refuse bin.
Cale smirked at the a**-kicking the hunter got then went to pick up Rain.
Carrying the unconcious woman over his shoulder and getting net webbing on his jacket, Cale whistled to Rak and inclined his head.
"Yo! Rak! Stop playing with bounty boy. We gotta get the hell out of here."
Rak rolled his eye to look back over his shoulder at Cale and gave another low rumble but turned to follow anyway, limping a tad as the two made their way to the Auric Runner.
Soon the Ship was under way and sprinting for Skull Base with Rak in the only Bacta tank and Cale buisly repairing his myriad of electronic gadgets.

Cale wiped the oiled cloth along the barrel of his blaster as he became aware he was under someone's angry gaze.
Looking to the door, he spotted the seething Rain staring at him.
"Do you realize the Sith I went through to save your Corellian a**?"
Cale blinked and looked about the room, finding himself alone with a woman who could break him in twain. He sighed and looked back to Rain.
"Yes, and I am very grateful."
"I want to know how you're going to make this up to me."
"Well I was gonna buy you a drink-"
Rain angrily yanked at her hair, stun net webbing making a mess of her red locks.
"This Sith is in my hair! How the hell can you think buying me a beer will make it up to me?!"
"Oh, Thats all?"
Rain's gaze spoke of a painfull death upon his uttering of those words.
"Um...I mean I'm dreadfully sorry you got Stokhli Spray net in your hair and I will do all I can to make it up to you. Like giving you a share of my portion of the payout on our next job."
Seemingly appeased Rain continued to pick at the gooey material with annoyed determination.
"So did you change your mind on visiting Booster?"
Cale nodded as he resumed cleaning his blaster. "Yeah. We cant put the job off any longer. The Pirates are going to be arriving at the Reindevous soon and we cant risk another near successful hunter trap on the Errant Venture. In addition, I need to have a talk with Novara about his methods. He's being too damn sneaky for someone supposedly on my side and I don't like it. The Minute we hit Skull Base, we're raising the fleet to head out to Lameradd."
"Fine." Rain said as she tugged at her hair. "Now the next big question is how are we going to get this junk off."
Cale arched and eyebrow and picked up a vibro knife. He thumbed the device into life and it made an ominous hum.
"How do you feel about crew cuts?"

((Oh what are you frowning about? Im going forward with the job.))
Some time later, the Darksun Fleet emerged from hyperspace around the World of Lameradd. Cale stood on the bridge of the Heroine's Assault, clad in his black naval pirate uniform. Standing behind him was Rain in her Mando'ade Beskar. Despite the lack of expression on her helmed face, everyone on the bridge knew she was angry.
Cale merely ignored it and scanned the area around the planet with his eyes, trying to spot the Dreg.
"Now where the hell'd they go? Sensors?"
"Checking Captain. We're reading a few low thermal signatures but they look like frieghter traffic."
Cale looked out in that direction and frowned. "Could be cloaking. Someone might have passed by big enough to spook them into hiding. Try a focused thermal scan on that location."

"Sir, transmission from the Dreg."
"Onscreen." Cale watched as Novara's face faded into view.
Behind him, Rain could be heard muttering Di'kut.
" Cale. " Novara began.
"Thats Captain Darksun, Lord Mandalore. I dont think we're really on a first name basis quite yet. Lets at least try to look impressive and dignified infront of the underlings."
Novara continued after a pause." I have the fleet waiting. "
"Good. The Rest of the Pirates will be showing up within the week. I just wanted to come down and look things over. I know men of action hate waiting around."
Cale adjusted his collar and looked Novara in the eye. "Lord Mandalore, I have some buisness to discuss with you about the upcoming mission and my personal concerns regarding your role in such. Being as this is a somewhat open channel, I feel the news I wish to discuss would be safer if I discussed it with you in person."

"You are not what? Lord Mandalore?" He remarked. "Then what should I call you? Clan-leader Novara? General Novara? Give me a hint here." He riased his hand to forestall any reply on the last remark. "Nevermind. I'm sure we will find someway to address you when I pop over for a visit to the Dreg. I wish to see how my buisness associates manage their property. It helps me decide my personal view on them. Will this be a problem?"

As the transmission Cut out, Cale blinked and turned to the now frighteningly quiet Rain.
"Dalyc?"
"He means woman Sir." She muttered darkly.
Cale pondered that over in his head for a moment.
"I suppose he's right. The Dreg is no place for a classy lady. Those Mandos would be stabbing and shooting each other left and right for a chance to paw at her, drooling at her every curve. I certainly cant take her over there!"
He turned to one of his bridge officers and addressed him.
"Call down to the Flight deck and have them prep a Katarn boarding Shuttle with a couple P-1's and a good pilot. And make sure that the Phoenix doesnt leave the Hangar. I don't want those thugs to lay a hand on her."
He turned to Rain and motioned for the door. "C'mon Ops, we're going to pay Novara a visit."
Rain seemed a tad confused by what he said. "But he said not to bring your woman sir."
"Yeah. and she's staying safe and snug in the hangar. Now come on. I need a Mando translator."
"I think they were talking about me sir."
"Couldn't be. He said My woman, ergo refering to my beloved military spec starfighter. You're my Mandalorean Second in command, a valued staff officer and trusted aide. Just keep the helmit on, strap down your chest and the dumb barves wont be none the wiser."
Beneath her helmit, Rain smiled. "Aye Captain."

The Shuttle departed for the Dreg thirty minutes later, carrying on it Cale, a pair of loaded out P-1's the shuttle's Duros pilot, and Rain in full Beskar. Cale looked about the shuttle's interior and frowned.
"Y'know, remind me to have someone clean these things out. That pipe over there is dripping grease."
"Aye sir. We're now on aproach with the Dreadnaught's landing bay."The Duros pilot called back.
"Well thats good. I'm not a fan of sitting in the helpless passenger section of anything with engines."

Cale stepped out of the ship's airlock in his Officer's uniform, his Armorweave cape rustling as he walked. He was followed soon after by Rain, a Carbine in her hands as her visor swept the deck for threats.
Cale met Blue's bow with a curt nod as he clasped his hands behind his back.
"You must be Lord Mandalore's second. A pleasure to meet you." He motioned to Rain as she came up behind him. "My Operations Officer will be accompanying me to see him. I trust that will be satsifactory. I have a Duros and a pair of my custom battledroids who will remain with my shuttle and will stay there until I decide to depart."

Hours had passed, and Mordranna grew weary.
"First thing in the morning, I should like to procure transportation offworld. I imagine that Rekan wishes to return to Corellia," she stated. And, as would I, she also added mentally. Emotionally, she would have liked to have been at "home", which to her, was anywhere, so long as such were in Sami's arms. And, then, she would probably make way for Yavin, and prepare a report for Master Skywalker.