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"Captain Shaktilli, it is good to hear your voice. Alkhet Noth reporting. If you don't already know, our ship is down -- we were ambushed as we were making our landing. Two of our crew are in the jungle, two others are incapacitated at the moment. Any assistance you can lend would help greatly."

Then Alkhet turned and said something to someone behind him, presumably one of his team mates had either returned or awoken. Dash was about to reposition the little droid for a better look when suddenly Alkhet was back, pulling the droid away from the campsite and into the trees. A minute passed, then a small object fell into the middle of the camp and dispersed a cloud of thick black smoke. "Frak!" Dash exclaimed. "We need to get over there now!"

Pulling out a data-pad with a map of the area, Dash input the coordinates of Alkhet's camp. That done she powered down the ship and initiated lock-down procedures. Grabbing her gear, she made for the loading ramp. As she waited for the ramp to desend she hit the intercomm, "Tim, Atka, come on it's time to go! Our comrades are under attack and need our support. I just hope we get there before its too late!" Not waiting for the two troopers to reply, she strode down the ramp and out into the bog toward Alkhet's position.


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"Tim, Atka, come on it's time to go! Our comrades are under attack and need our support. I just hope we get there before its too late!"

Tim heard Dash talking to the intercom. He had left the cockpit to go and relieve himself. "Darn!" he swore. "I'm coming now!" He ran as fast as he could to the ramp and followed Dash. She wasn't far away, but still farther away than he'd like. "In a way she's right, we do need to reach the camp soon." Tim thought as he ran behind her "But we still have to be careful. I don't want the rescuers to become in need of help."

"Dash!" he called on the intercom. "Please stop we have to wait for Atka. After all we are here to rescue them, right? We don't want to get in a position where someone else would have to rescue us, do we?" He kept running toward her, to catch up.


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U...H...O...H...M...O...V...I...N...G...U...S...<stop>
H...U...T...T...P...A...L...A...C...E...<stop>


Crox's brow furrowed in thought. From his hiding place at the edge of the jungle he could see a landing pad with a few docked shuttles and one much larger ship that appeared to be heavily guarded. There was also a hangar which might have contained a speeder or seven for all the Nautolan could tell. Which way would they go?

From what Zoron had been able to send, it sounded as if there were two distinct groups working within the refinery, and the owner must be the Hutt to whose palace they were being transferred. This could be a break. If only Crox could intercept the party as they left the refinery, they might just be able to turn things around and retrieve that last shard. But how to get close enough...

The alarm had caused the patrolling guards to perk up a bit, but their attention seemed to be focused on the refinery itself rather than on the grounds outside. After the alarm had abated, the follow-up protocols began. One by one voices could be heard checking in, more or less in a clockwise path away from Crox's position. A guard was holding position near Crox's hiding spot, waiting his turn to radio in the "all clear". Crox drew a blaster and crept up quietly to pistol-whip the poor sap the moment he gave the signal...


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"Dash!" he called on the intercom. "Please stop we have to wait for Atka. After all we are here to rescue them, right? We don't want to get in a position where someone else would have to rescue us, do we?" He kept running toward her, to catch up.

Dash pulled up short and turned to watch Tim catch up to her. "Your right Tim, we shouldn't get separated, especially going into enemy territory." That said she sat on a moss covered boulder and waited for Atka to catch up.


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Riddly winks at Sin. I was only trying to ease the tension. You're more then you seem, I might have underestimated you. Pointing at the nearest door he says. Looks like we should try door number one. Tessa already on the warehouse floor, asking workers if they have seen anything. Most shrug and ask questions. The Ryn seems to ignore them and continue looking. Oh great, Shes already looking for us. Let's move. In mind thought Riddly stops and thinks out loud. Where is the Wookie and Vell. I would have imagined there would have been more effort to find us. The question stays on Riddly's mind. He shakes his head and says out loud. Gear first, questions later.

Tessa had started on the other side of the room near the other door. Riddly only chuckles. Hehehe, good thing we are on this door first.


They edge toward the door ducking behind canisters, crates and in between building supports. Once they are only a few feet away from the room Riddly reads the nameplate on the door. Mess hall? Stomach grumbling, Riddly feeling weak at the sign of hunger. I don't know if we should use this door anymore. It does have food and I won't lie, I'm starving. But the other door is covered in workers and Tessa is still over there. But at this point is more likely to have our stuff. What do you think we should do? Riddly thinks about what he said before and whispers to himself. Cake....


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Crox couldn't believe his luck. As he approached the guard he saw the tell-tale head tendrils that marked the man as a Nautolan like himself. A new plan sprang to his mind. The closest guard on either side should be out of earshot. Crox stood from his crouched position and addressed the guard.

"Hey, who's that?"

"Huh? Oh, it's me, Jern."

"Nice jacket."

"Uh... thanks? Hey..."

"You look tired, Jern. I'm here to relieve you."

"What? I don't get off for another... Hey, wait! Who're y-"

Bee-yow!

The red glare of the blaster shot momentarily lit up the night, and the Nautolan named Jern crumpled to the ground. Crox swept over to the fallen guard and grabbed his radio as a call came through.

"Hey! Who's firing? What's going on out there?!"

"Hey, it's me, Jern. Lizard in the brush startled me. Sorry, boss."


"Well keep it together. Prisoners comin' out for transfer. Keep that perimeter tight"

"Roger that."

Crox set to work stripping Jern's gear. He took a flashlight, the radio, and a blaster rifle as well as Jern's armored vest. Jern also had a pair of zap strap cuffs on his belt, which Crox used to tie the unconscious guard's wrists to his ankles before dragging him into the brush. He would have to leave the bulk of the team's gear behind for now, but he tucked Aima's lightsaber and a spare blaster for Riddly under the armored vest. It was snug, but for this to work they would need every man armed when the time came. The little droid let out a low, pitiful whine. "Just a bit longer. I still don't know where your master is. I'm going to find him and then you can come." Be-boo-bir-kweep! Crox smiled for the first time in hours. "You're not going to rust out here, but yes. If you do, I'll give Zoron a full report for you." With that he headed toward the spot where Jern had fallen and began to meander closer to the landing pad.

As he crept closer to the inner gate, he heard the gate guards muttering to each other. Their scent was full of agitation, like womprats posturing over a corpse.

" - heard she got herself a real pretty purse lined up for it, whatever it is. Boss says she ain't payin' nearly what she could. Says 'at skirt's gonna pull in over a mill, she is!"

"You know Vlarbet, mate. He's gonna have himself a slice of that action. Them prisoners comin' out soon? They's headed fer the palace, no mistake. Vlarbet's gonna be there when the handoff goes down."

"You know how these things go sometimes, sometimes walk into a deal they don't walk back out. Maybe Vlarbet have to step in an' fill tha void. Maybe he gonna cut out tha middleman, huh?"

"Maybe he gets in a good mood, spreads the joy around a bit, yeah?"

The two fell into snickering to themselves as they imagined the bounty that awaited them. Crox managed a nod and a chuckle in their direction without making eye contact or stepping directly into the light. He was grateful for the whiff of cheap liquor coming off the two humans. The hadn't noticed their comrade was no longer green.

As Crox entered the gate he saw a curious sight. The large ship was indeed being guarded, but while these guards had the wardrobe of the drunken louts at the perimeter, their alertness and posture told a different story. Then there was the apparent VIP. He was tall, enshrouded from head to toe in jet black armor, light and form fitting. Crox felt a tickle at the base of his spine and tore his gaze away.

It was then that he noticed a young Twi'lek girl playing in the shadow of the ship. She seemed to be not at all unnerved by her apparent bodyguard. She sang and danced as though she were not being guarded by a cadre of practiced killers and a terrifying phantom-man. Zoron had transmitted that this Vell woman had spoken of having a daughter, and that she had someone under guard. As tempting a target as she might make, she was far too heavily guarded, and Crox had no desire to put the child in harm's way at in any case. Instead, when he felt the wind shift in the direction of the guard detail he let a faint hint of pheromone slip into the breeze. The guards all turned their attention to the girl, one boy one as the breeze swept over them and they felt vaguely compelled to shelter her momentarily. Crox capitalized on this window by lobbing a thermal detonator into an engine port on the large ship, set for remote detonation. I wouldn't go far toward disabling the ship, but it might give the enemy pause if an engine began flaring during the launch sequence later. He needed to force the prisoner escort party to travel by land. After that, it was all about the ambush...

Crox headed toward the parking lot and thumbed the pilfered radio. "This is Jern. Gonna take a speeder and check the roads ahead. I'll rendezvous with the prisoner transfer en route, over."


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Kryad were walking with silence on the com. All he wanted to hear no was his own footsteps and others. He suddenly caught something with his eyes. It didn't look like things were as they should. He took his thoughts together and kept walking. He was wearing Bes'kar armor. Nothing could penetrate it. Kryad walked onward to sneak onto the people comming. He grabbed his SMG and turned on his grenade launcher.


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"I dont think we'll find out stuff in a mess hall, we'd have better luck with a barracks. But you look like you might pass out if you don't eat something and that wouldn't be helpful at all" Sin makes a show of biting her lip nervously, "a mess hall will have a bathroom attached right? We could go in there and ambush someone for their uniforms?" She puts on a hopeful look "You can take one guy bare knuckle right?"

"I won't get away with a disguise here but you can then you could walk a bit more freely and if anyone sees me you can 'capture' me and we'll just go down a quiet corridor and do the extra guy in"

It seemed like a terrible plan but it was something to hold on to for the moment Sin peeked out again to try see if anyone had access badges to use, maybe not too much to hope for that a smuggling ring might be walking around without ID badges..

A thought occurred to Sin, "the little female Ryn probably wont look in a male bathroom.."
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That's not a bad idea. Riddly looking at the door intently. He peeks over toward the workers and he sees the Ryn bouncing up and down, looking in and around the canisters in the area. She doesn't seem to be looking too hard and in fact seems to be enjoying herself. What an odd kid, well at least she seems to be better since I knocked her down. Riddly crouching next to Sin.Alright, it sounds like a plan to me. Lemme go in first, wait a minute and then follow me in. I'm less obvious. Sin wait for a moment and sees him go into the room. Folding her arms and begins to tap her free fingers she let out a thought out loud. He better know what he is doing.

Riddly pushes the door open, seeing the kitchen closed and a single person in the middle of the hall. The lone worker seemed to be cleaning the floor by hand. Thinking to himself ~Hmm, I guess Vell runs a tight ship here. Don't even let them use machines for these jobs. ~ The worker humming something of a song while working. Riddly sits behind one of the many benches in the room and peeks over and takes inventory to what he sees.

The light from the windows the only thing illuminating the floor. The worker humming a tune while working. Benches scattered in order along the floor as a typical mess hall would look like. The kitchen facing the opposite side of the windows, with nothing but benches and the single worker in between. Riddly taking a moment to peek through the windows, he sees a gate and an open field. With what looks like space for ships, but the gate is what interests him the most. He notices a door near the end of windows that leads directly toward the gate outside. ~Hmmm, so there is a way out. But those guards don't look friendly.~ Then he chuckles to himself. Out loud but in a whisper to himself. When do they ever? Hmm, wait. What's this? Then Riddly notices something interesting. Some of the guards are acting odd and a little off balance. Then realizes whats going on. His whisper almost becoming a yell. They are drinking my stuff!? The janitor hearing the out burst turns in the direction of the sound, but by the time he turns Riddly is already behind one of the benches. ~Ok... too close~ He thinks. Riddly takes a moment and waits to see if the worker reacted. All he hears is. Huh, must have been from the other room. He continues back to his duty with out a second thought. Riddly thinking luck is on his side takes one more look outside, only with a dirty stare. Then starts sneaking toward the hapless worker.

Feeling the pressure from his stomach he holds his gut. Riddly whispers, half talking to himself and half talking to his stomach. Your gonna have to work with me. Don't do anything stupid. He starts his approach to the preoccupied janitor, sneaking carefully behind him. Riddly takes care not to slip on the floor. The worker in a trance doesn't seem to be paying attention toward anything besides the floor. Riddly with a smirk picks up a mop left by the careless worker and lifts it over his head. As he starts to pull back for the swing Riddly's stomach gurgles. The worker slowly turn around and Riddly places the mop on the floor with him leaning on it. All Riddly says is Hey there!

Sin thinking she has waited long enough makes her way to the door. She takes a peek inside to see Riddly standing up leaning on a mop and what seems to looks like idle chit chat with a worker. Sin astonished and somewhat confused sneaks inside and finds a place behind one of the benches in the room.

Hey there

Ahhh who are you?! You scared me!

Hey hey calm down. Don't yell. I was just wandering around the area and wanted to see the job that was being done in here. I heard some good things about you!

What are you talking about? Who are you?


Oh don't you know I'm the new foreman in charge. Since Vell took over she wanted to make some changes.

What? The hutts is charge, she is just using the space. Even if you are telling the truth and if you are the new foreman, then where is your uniform? You look nothing like a foreman. If you don't tell me whats going on I'm going to have to talk to my supervisor

Bah, and you think he's going to take you seriously? Might as well tell them Riddly is here to see them.

Hey, wait I've heard that name before...

I told you, I'm the new foreman. Now look we need to talk. I've asked around about you and I heard nothing but good things.

What? Everyone hates me here. Why else would I be doing this job alone?


Uhhh, That's exactly the leadership material we need! Go-getters who don't mind getting their hands dirty, um figuratively. Seems like your literally already dealing with that right now.

I think your full of it. You look like a idiot and a liar. But where have I heard your name before?

Under his breath, Riddly says. No wonder no one likes you, you're just a jerk.

Just then the worker gets a message from his Comlink. "Attention Attention. We have two escaped prisoners. One a medium build human, goes by the name Riddly. Has a scar over his left eye, wears an eye patch on the right, has patchy facial hair and wears a dark red duster. Considered a menace and an idiot. The other is a yellow female Twi'lek, with tied Lekku, named Sin'yavend. Considered dangerous and not to be underestimated.

That's who you are! You're THAT idiot!

The worker pulls out the comlink and the look on Riddly's face is one of pure terror. Just as quickly Riddly's expression turns to confusion as two slim yellow hands appear either side of the man's face then relief and slight disgust as the worker crumples up on the floor dead. Sin was standing right behind the once live worker. She took the chance to sneak around the janitor to snap his neck, while he was distracted by Riddly's blabbering. Sin was staring daggers at him. You can't handle a lone unarmed janitor in a dark room? Exactly what are your skills that Pax finds useful? Riddly tilts his head and rubs his chin. Would it help if I said, I thought he looked like a reasonable man? Sin exasperated by the incompetence, rolls her eyes. In her mind all she thinks is ~You're lucky you're good bait, otherwise I would have killed you already~ She picks up the top half of the body. Grab his feet and help me pull him to the kitchen. We can strip him and hide him somewhere there. You can take his clothing and we can see about finding some weapons and our gear.

Riddly relieved she didn't snap his neck too, picks up the other half of the body and helps her haul it.


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The figure clad in black that Fiona followed dragged its comrade into the denser jungle, and began to loop back towards the camp the others had put together just north of their crash site.

Animals rustled in the tall trees and called out to one another, effectively disguising both the footsteps of Fiona's quarry and the petite trooper herself. Something keened in the distance, and the other sounds of the jungle paused momentarily in wariness before carrying on.

Suddenly the figure stopped and lowered its burden to the ground, looking as though to check for vital signs to Fiona's experienced eye. Black armoured hands folded across a chest briefly as the person sat back on their heels, contemplating the situation before them. Slowly, a hand reached down, sliding out a combat knife from a leg sheath, the blade barely visible in the gloom.

The injured revenant raised a hand weakly as if in protest of the actions of the other, placing their hand on the now kneeling figures knee. The hand holding the knife paused, hanging still in the thick warm air. After a moment the second hand moved, deftly removing the helmet of their fallen comrade, revealing a face that looked surprisingly young.

Details were hard to make out in the darkness, but short curling locks of hair softened the harsh expression of the dying man. Blood caked around his mouth, the only sign of what must be massive internal trauma.

The revenant holding the knife pushed some of the curls off his face with gentleness and spoke, voice catching, "I'm sorry...but you won't make it anyway. You're just slowing us down now." It sounded female, though it was hard to be certain.

This seemed to cause a change in the man's expression, and he lowered his staying hand, placing it awkwardly over his chest. The knife shifted once more, lowering towards the man's neck.


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"Tessar, we're moving the other two prisoners to Vlarbet's Palace. Keep looking for that Riddle character and the twi'lek Sinya,"
Vell's voice crackled slightly over the communicator the young Ryn held.

"Wait what? I thought we had a no interference clause..."

"Not anymore. Search thoroughly, If I can't get the locations out of either of these two, it's up to you,"
there was a brief pause, "Don't trip Tess."

Tessara'lansi's eyes widened slightly at the last words before the link closed, code Vell used with all of her...strays. Was this danger really worth the credits? The young ryn was beginning to wonder if it was time to try and call it quits, or if as Vell seemed to think, it was far, far too late for that.

She sighed softly and continued her search in the warehouse, the huge canisters of unrefined gas providing many a hiding place, and the many crates of materials and work gear clogging up what should have been walking space. Slowly, the seeds of an idea were beginning to take root in her mind. It was crazy, and probably stupid but...wasn't that what young people did?

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The three Black Sun members, De'kell, Uriel and Graasekk crept down from their rocky vantage point and to the opening of the cave. De'kell and Uriel carried stun rifles at the ready, the trandoshan Graasekk opting for something more lethal "just in case" he rationalized much to De'kell's displeasure.

The tall togorian took the lead, creeping around the edge of the cave mouth, carefully stepping into the cave itself...

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Chaos reigned in the camp as black smoke swirled around the edges of the trees, writhing like snakes in the floodlight lit space. The shrapnel grenade had gone off near Alkhet, its damages unknown for the moment.

Two dark clad figures darted around in the black cloud, while a third, intermittently visible, dashed for the wreckage of the ship from where the floodlight gave off its false day. From somewhere a shot from a blaster fired, its target and path shrouded by the smoke.

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Vell took her hand off the console, turning back to look at the two crumbled forms in the now deactivated force cages. Vlarbet's security personnel chained and bound them both, calling in two more guards to help carry them down and out to the main yard.

Raffa pointed at the lizad Princess on her little tree and emitted a strangled growl in askance. The twi'lek woman shook her head slightly and waited for all of Vlarbet's people to empty the room before speaking, "Take her down to the ship. If I risk bringing her to the Palace I'd sooner have her taken from me, rare as she is. I'll try and convince them to let us take our ship, for whatever good it might do us."

The tall dark furred wookie went to move the cart the lizards home rested on, patting it on its furry ruff gently. Vell allowed a faint smile before going off in another direction to take the stairs, her swift strides enabling her to beat those on the lift.

"I thought we might take my ship," Vell offered in what she hoped sounded like a helpful tone.

The green twi'lek man frowned, the tips of his lekku quirking slightly in hidden laughter. "I think not Vella'alansi. We will however be taking the pieces of this...artifact."

"I'm not telling you where they are,"
she stated bluntly, displeased with how quickly this whole situation was spiraling out of her control.

"You do not need to. You're fairly predictable Vell, you would keep them somewhere safe, and where safer than with your most precious burden?"

Instinctively Vell turned her gaze to her ship, seeing, much to her surprise, her daughter avidly gesturing to Vlarbets' guards that were supposed to be watching the ship. Even the lone figure of a revenant stood behind the small eight year old, one hand protectively on her shoulder.

Vlarbet's guards caught the direction of her attention, turning to see the strange scene in front of the ship's loading dock. "Hey!" the human yelled, "You lot are supposed to be guarding this group of opportunists, not listening to the child spout fantasy stories!"

The whole group moved over to the ship, Raffa catching up with Princess in tow, and the prisoners carried awkwardly between a few men apiece. One of the men strode up into the ship, returning a few moments later with a box in his arms, and two protesting crew members behind him.

A strikingly pretty Theelin woman with vibrant magenta hair and pink skin dressed in a mishmash looked over at Vell, her eyes distraught, "They broke the comm console Vell," she said with a raspy voice as she was steadied by the hands of the man with her. The man's face was grim, his long brown hair pulled back into a braided tail, making his widow's peak and high cheekbones all the more harsh. His blue eyes were fixed on Vell like a hawks'.

Warith, the human on Vlarbet's guard, eyed the situation with interest, his gaze settling on the tiny pink twi'lek girl, "That's not all too common a colouring is it," he mused out loud, looking at his companion for an answer.

The green twi'lek tilted his head slightly, as though considering, "Not as rare as the chalks and lethans, but not common either," he relented.

"She'll come with us then. Maybe a little incentive to keep momma here a bit more reasonable hm? We'll go by land, it looks like the shuttles are still under repair,"
Warith stated, gesturing for one of the guards near the girl to scoop her up.

Raffa growled low in his throat and Vell put a hand on his arm, whispering softly, "Get the ship fixed, then help Tessa."

Vell then made a show of radio-ing Tessar, the line crackly with static now that the boosting power of the central console on the ship was down. From the corner of her eye she caught a flicker of movement, and realising what it was she turned her attention back to the long haired man,

"Keplin...you're in charge. Put out the order to stand down as soon as you're able." The man nodded, slowly, not listening to her words, but rather, watching her lekku as she gave him other orders while the schutta that worked for Vlarbet was busy watching her daughter.
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Aima was dazed to no end as he awoke, hearing the conversation. As they dragged him off he spoke in a half-conscious daze, just in Vell's earshot.

"No...don't hurt her...don't kill kids...even I'm not that evil," he murmured in a slurred attempt to save this child he was hearing about. "Kara wouldn't...Kara..." he droned on.


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Crox gazed through his viewfinder at the scene from the shadows in the parking area. "Headed for the ship after all. My luck had to run out sometime, I guess." As Crox looked on, a tall violet-skinned Twi'lek woman and a wookie led a larger group toward the huge ship where the guards were now fawning over the younger, pink-skinned girl. Crox shook his head. Someday he was going to have to learn to control his "talent" better, as he had clearly overdone it this time.

There were Zoron and Aima, as well, the swordsman slung over yet another mercenary's shoulder while two more men bore Zoron in his bulky combat armor. Aima was stirring but appeared barely lucid. Zoron seemed to be out cold, though he might be faking... biding his time. Where were Riddly and that slave woman, and the ryn Zoron had mentioned? Had they been killed? Escaped? That must be it. That would be an explanation for the ryn's absence. It was worth hoping, in any case. Crox grasped the detonator's trigger in his left hand as he scanned the scene further. He couldn't be certain his little bomb wouldn't cause a chain reaction in the fuel cells. His comrades might be caught in the blast.

He turned his attention to the woman who must be Vell. She was agitated, and a little afraid though she hid it well. The apparent guard captain who had walked out with her was leering at the pink-skinned girl and gesturing haughtily as he spoke for his men to hear. The wookie must owe Vell a life-debt, the way he tensed at the man's words. The fool was lucky to have both arms attached. No, it wasn't luck. He spoke for the Hutt who owned the refinery. The Hutt whose palace Crox's friends were about to be carried off to.

The brash human approached his men where they stood, and the man with the widow's peak faced Vell as she spoke to him. His eyes were focused not on her face, but her lekku. Crox grinned.

"Let loose the Shadows, hmm? Sounds like a plan."

Crox pocketed the detonator trigger and switched on his makeshift droid control rig. He isolated one droid from the slave group and punched in new orders for it. "Sorry about this, Zor. I'm sure you'll find a way to forgive me." The little droid sped out of the jungle toward the refinery. Shouts and blaster bolts filled the air outside the perimeter as the startled guards tried to bring the droid down. One bolt clipped the probe and it spun wildly out of control. Crox compensated, directing the doomed bot into an external power conduit.

KRACK-A-BOOM!!!

Out went the perimeter lights. Crox bolted for the large ship as the guard captain barked orders over the mess of chatter coming through the radio. Crox went straight for Aima as his handler dropped him roughly to the ground.

"Jern, get that filth on the ship! The other one, too!" Crox didn't argue. He grasped Aima under the arms and dragged him toward the ramp, deftly slipping the lightsaber up Aima's sleeve as he went. "Gai says hi..." he whispered the password in his friend's ear. Aima blinked against the cabin lights as they ascended the ramp. His eyes were rolling in their sockets and he smelled of ozone, but he seemed momentarily to focus on the Nautolan in recognition. Crox shook his head ever so slightly. Nobody was paying him any mind as men outside scrambled to load the ship while searching the dim night for more attacking droids. He dragged Aima to a cargo harness and bound him to the net for show.

Before heading out for Zoron, Crox flipped open a fusebox and plucked out a sparkplug. The yellowish lights in the cabin flickered out and were replaced a moment later by the red emergency tracklights. With just a little more luck, Crox could keep up the charade of being the green-skinned Jern without being discovered too soon.

As he headed out to retrieve Zoron, he heard his "boss" growling at Vell.

"-your ship after all, madame. My men will assist your wookie with the repairs. We wouldn't want any... oversights to cause problems along the way, would we?"

EDIT: For misidentified people.


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Kryad heard a weak explosion from the direction of the camp. Kryad ran and stopped around 60M away. He took out his knife and held it to his SMG. The SMG would be last to use, but still he had a chance. Kryad saw one guy going for the light.


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Fiona followed the trail of the two Revenants as they moved further from the burning wreckage of the now destroyed ship. Aside from the lock of hair and the holo-pic, Sirrix and Lira may have never existed to the petite trooper, who now focused on her newest hunt.

After only a short period of time, she had regained view of the two Revenants walking ahead of her. The uninjured black-clad figure moved more slowly under the burden of her comrade, as they approached the looming aspect of the Hutta jungle. Cautious of her distance, Fiona tried to vary her speed to maintain view of the pair.

A few minutes of travel later, she found herself in the jungle. The thicker terrain with even lower light levels than the bog forced her to maintain a closer distance to track her prey. The thick boles of trees and the catching roots made following discreetly a near impossibility, though the chatter and call of wild life covered up the noise handily.

A piercing, forlorn cry of some jungle predator resounds through the night at one point, silencing all other life there. A near palatable primal fear hangs in the air for a few moments. Then, a few brave creatures start their calls once again, followed by the rest, timidly at first, but soon fully returned to their primeval symphony.

Abruptly, the uninjured figure stopped in a small clearing, and lowered their companion to the ground almost gently. Pulling off a black gauntlet, it appeared to be checking the vital signs of its wounded fellow. Pulling the gauntlet back on, it pulled its hands to its chest, still in seeming contemplation.

After a moment, the figure seemed to collapse a bit in on its self, as if a heavy burden had been placed upon it, and slid a hand down to slowly draw a heavy combat knife from a leg sheath. The blade barely visible in the darkness, yet it still seemed to somehow gleam thirstily in the Revanant’s hand.

The black-clad figure on the ground raised its hand weakly, from all appearances in protest to its intended fate, and placed it familiarly upon its fellow’s knee. The knife paused uncertainly in its travel to end the wounded being, and hung there for several long moments before its holder decided their next action.

Instead of killing the weakened burden, the figure instead unmasked its comrade with a free hand. This revealed a face, younger than Fiona had expected, perhaps of an age on par with herself. Unconsciously her mind slips into a medically analytical state as she mentally triages the young man at a glance.

Apparent internal hemorrhage resulting in hemoptysis, more than likely due to pneumothorax based on the difficulty breathing, blood caked at the oral cavity. Probable cause is from the concussive nature of the blast, in addition to any trauma experienced due to the collision with the ground afterwards. Baseline prognosis with treatment, good to excellent with few if any side effects if allowed rest. Without treatment, probable death.

Curls soften the young man’s pale, pained features, which are plastered to his head with the sweat from wearing a helmet and his suffering. The Revenant holding the knife, gently brushes some of the curls from his face, a familiar, even fond gesture. A voice thick with emotion comes echoing from the helmet, an almost female hint to it, like a faint scent caught on a passing breeze.

"I'm sorry...but you won't make it anyway. You're just slowing us down now."

The words pass through the figure like a wind, drawing the fight from him, and causing his face to fall into a silent effigy, awaiting the strike that will end him. His hand moves from its previous roost to lie awkwardly on his painful heaving chest. The knife again begins its downward path to his throat.

Inside Fiona, a silent battle rages. The medic, knowing it can save this life, and is duty bound to the responsibility based on the respect she holds for these professional soldiers. And her own base nature, which sees nothing more than a easy kill once she allows the Revenant to kill its companion. The two sides battle for moments that feel as eternities, until a third voice is heard. Is this a kill that would bring honor in the eyes of the Scorekeeper, and if they are saved, might they not lead to greater honor and a more glorious hunt?

With the addition of the third voice, the primary halves are assuaged, and Fiona makes her grudging decision.

Frak… She thinks resignedly.

Decided on a course of action, she recalls a phrase that may allow her to live past a few seconds after revealing herself. It had been four years since she had left the Black Sun, but it should still be recognized at least… hopefully.

Stepping from her cover, she holds her hands down to her sides, palms out. She drops her stealth field and the kneeling Revenant jumps to its feet in surprise. Pivoting slightly to show the medic cross on her arm to the figure, she states quickly.

”BLACK is the night but the SUN always rises again. Placing extra emphasis on the words.

”Your comrade is gravely wounded, but not beyond saving if you will allow me to. I do not know if we are enemies, but I cannot stand the thought of a professional, slaughtered like a nerf.”

And then she waited.
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Kryad aimed his gun and shot a grenade it missed and made a sound. Kryad reloaded while it was flying and shot another. It hit the guy and he flew into the floodlight. Kryad hid his knife, and grabbed his trophy lightsaber and began to run over. He held it out and cut of this poor guys head. The lightsaber was on for a couple of seconds. Kryad tossed the head away and began to drag the body.


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