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The turbolift came to an abrupt stop and Koren saw he was three floors below his destination. The doors opened and three men were kneeling, guns up. A man shouted 'fire!' right as Koren dove forward into the line of men. When he hit ground, he rolled forward, getting out of the way of the firing blasters. He caught himself in a kneel behind them, as they were turning to fire upon him. He dropped a flashbang and raised his carbine up a second after them. There was a flash of light and Koren began firing wildly, not knowing if they were shooting back.

((Thank you, Neowulf. That was a nice catch. It's fixed now.))

The Mandalorian stared at the Sith for a few moments longer before turning back to her ship.
The fool didnt know anything useful. He was just toying with her. There were more important things to do now, such as preparing for the upcomming challenge.
Cene boarded her ship and took off, aiming her vessel for Mandalorian Space.

((Done for the chapter.))

((Aarrgh... is anyone out there gonna post?!))

Siren turned over in bed and put an arm over Calliga, being gentle since he was injured. Looking at his hand, she frowned a bit. " Aww... That's a shame. Well, don't worry about that, Master. " she giggled slightly, smiling. " We can still make due with many other things. " Gently embracing him from the side, she caressed his chest in a teasing manner.

" It'd be best to rest and recover before we attempt to get too intimate, but I promise to make it worth the wait. " She then whispered, in an even more seductive tone than normal. " Besides, I obviously didn't succeed against the Jedi, so I should be punished for the next few days while you recover. "

In the safety of Hyperspace, Pash sat in the crew lounge of the freighter, pistol dismantled on the table before him.

Rubbing down the working parts with an oiled cloth, he examined the pieces for signs of fault or jamming. Whatever happened to his trusty custom made slugthrower back on Thule, he wasnt about to let it happen again.

Ardee, having made her way back from the cockpit, stared at him with her mechanical red optics, analyzing the human as he performed, what she saw, as a rote, mundane chore.

"You should have killed them both. It would have saved you a good deal of trouble. I would have killed that dumb greenie male had this bucket any guns."

"It wasnt necessary to kill them. Thus I spared them." Pash explained as he carefully reassembled the gun. "To kill indiscriminantly loses support for the jedi, as the population of the Republic will start to see us as no better than the Sith. In addition, thus far, the Republic has no quarrels with Thule. To kill their planetary leader without rhyme or reason would have simply served as a catalyst for the currently feuding Sith lords in that sector to find cause to assault the Republic. And those are only two of a number of reasons I could give for my actions."

"But you were about to kill that greenie." She said, refering to Caliga.

"He proved himself a threat to the galaxy at large, a misguided and selfish fool with a power that could be dangerous if he ever learned how to properly use it. However, just because he lives for now, that doesnt mean he will live for much longer. Because he handed me the means of his own destruction." Pash nudged the singed hand on the table beside him.

The droid bristled at the bad pun. "Explain to me how a severed manipulator is going to be of any use to you."

"Knowledge." Pash said. "That Sithling knows nothing about me. He has no name, no features, nothing at all to go on. I can hide at will, even in plain sight of him without him being the wiser. I am a shadow to him, a featureless blade in the crowd. He, however, is now under my unwavering eye."

With his gloved hand he held up the severed limb. "Unless he can change his genetic makeup, he is berift of the ability to hide now. With this severed hand I can determine his species, his age, his bloodype, a whole host of information. And with such information I can track him." A predator's gleam flashed briefly in Pash's eye. " I can locate where he has been, where he was born, his entire life can be reveiled to me with proper research. Armed with that and knowledge taken from our run ins with him, I can compose a pyscological profile. I can exploit chinks in his armor even he is unaware of."

The Droid was silent, seemingly impressed with Pash's reasoning.

"This Sithling has nowhere to hide or run." Pash said as he put the hand down. "If he steps out of line, he is a dead man. I will find him and I will kill him. And he wont have anyone to save him from his fate. But for now, I must go to Coruscant and report our findings, then recieve my new orders. For now, the Sithling has a reprieve. Lets hope he turns away from the Dark Path while he still can."

Koren slowed to a halt. Seconds felt like minutes. The control room was a trap. He expected resistance, but this was a battalion of aruetiise. His arms were moving to throw, but he was moving frame by frame in his head. He could see the energy sluggishly crawl out of the blasters aimed at him and slithered through the air to meet him. But his grenades had already met them. In a simultaneous moment, the grenades went off as the bolts flew past Koren's head. He had dodged just in time and the explosion missed him and he dove behind a console.
After an ear-deafening explosion and flash of light later, the room was afire and full of screaming. The lights were now flickering on and off, giving the room a very scary effect. Koren jumped up and launched himself over the console, dodging flaming bodies and blaster bolts. He was a few feet from the door to the next room, when one of the men tackled him full body. Koren didn't believe the man was attacking him so much as panicking. So when Koren regained the breath in his body, he grabbed the mans hands, which had been pounding against his armor, and he broke them thanks to his shu'kom. He got up and another man began a fistfight with him, only hurting his knuckles on the red and silver armor. Koren was sick of it so he took his carbine and blasted all the people near him and flew through the door.
Thankfully, the people here were nothing more than technicians and Koren didn't have to do much more than fire a few rounds wildly to get the men to leave. With the room empty, Koren made sure to lock the door behind him. He then holstered his carbine and pulled out a nice little package from his pocket. He cut two three-inch strips of thermal tape and put the rest away. He found the main Life support console, put a strip on each side of it, and ran behind a thick metal desk. When he felt covered, he turned over his forearm, and hit a small red button. The thermal tape went boom. Koren stood up and looked at the smoldering remains of the life support system. He laughed as the station began losing its ability to maintain life. So Koren wen to another control panel and started opening select airlocks, allowing the people about 5 minutes to escape before the whole place decompressed.
Koren made well to seal his beskar'gam and make sure his air was at full capacity. When he was sure of that, he found a nice reclining chair and sat down, carbine in lap and playing with a CyroBan grenade, he finally relaxed.

Working for Tett is going to be one sweet job. Hahaha.




((Done for Chapter. Finally.))