Divergence in Destiny (Star Wars RP)

Korriban


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna


Manara heard voices outside her office and even got a knock on her door. She waited a moment, feeling a bit uneasy about going to the door and opening it. She wasn't even really sure why she felt that way, but she did and it bothered her. With a deep breath, Manara walked over to the door and opened it. She saw a man standing there conversing with one of the mercenaries she hired. She stared at the man for a moment. Try as he might to hide who he was, she simply had this feeling...she knew it was him. Delrick. Suppressing the intense emotions of anger, hate, sadness, despair, happiness, and even relief, she gave him a stern look and spoke in a soft voice. "Please...Come in, sir. We have a few things we need to discuss."
 
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KORRIBAN Zerek snorted, then burst out in laughter at 09's suggestion that he had more patience. "You? Aren't you the droid with such an itchy trigger finger that your killshot was intercepted by passing ships? Twice? We'll wait above Dathomir and make sure they don't get away. If they jump, we'll follow them and transmit their coordinates. If they try to board us... well..." Zerek then closed his hand, leaving only a single thumb extended, sliding it across his neck. "...they'll have a bad time." Zerek had paid one of his contacts a substantial fee for his theft protection. If it was anyone else, he might have questioned if the things worked, but he trusted this guy. Zerek continued walking towards the landing pad, ready to leave this rock and never come back. @HK 50 09
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Korriban


HK-50-09 first felt slight embarrassment followed by an extreme rage at being told he was inferior - even in something as trivial as patience. Maybe , just maybe , I was shooting for those interceptors! And it was HIS fault for thinking that turning off the hanger bay containment field would help us against those towers at all. It did rid us of those blasted Sith Assassins though.. Of course I won't tell HIM that. Visibly , his Photorecptors changed to a dark red color. 


As always , Oh-Nine waited to speak until Zerek finished. And then I can give him the verbal thrashing her deserves for daring to assert that I an inferior. Staying in orbit around Dathomir seemed a sensible enough idea to the assassin droid - he refused to go to the planet's surface until the Sith did. After all , it's THEIR mission - even if I'm getting paid to assist , I'm certainly  not doing it for them. 


The line across the throat by Zerek summoned a slightly mocking laugh from Oh-Nine , and as soon as his human compatriot was finished speaking , Oh-Nine spoke - even as they reached the ship. "Mocking query/informational : Zerek , you're just lucky - and envious - that I'm such a well crafted assassination droid as  to be able to crash those interceptors with only two shots from an Arkanian heavy pistol. What possessed you to think lowering the blasted hanger bay containment fields was a good idea? I had no doubts I would be able to save myself from vacuum , but you and your Fleshsack weakness could've been terminated easily! Regardless , yes , I agree. I'm certainly not doing the Sith's job for them. Even if I AM being paid to. And if they board us , YOU will be the least of their worries. They don't want to meet the edge of this double blade , even if it does pale in comparison with Ajunta pall's. Now unlock this blasted crate and start us out of here. I already know I'm not going to enjoy flying in this ship again. Maybe we should steal one of the Fury-class ships?"


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Korriban Delrick was glad T7 was playing his part of appearing to be just an astromech droid, but knew his mechanical friend was capable of much more. But he also knew the droid world complain the entire time. 'I wish I could read his processes, I bet he wants me to learn some archaic mechanical coding language, like binary.' Outwardly he shook his head and looked to T7, letting out an exasperated sigh. Tapping into the micro pad. 'Thank you sassy britches. How about you let me know if a contingent of soldiers and or Sith arrive. Assuming you aren't allowed in, Manara never really liked droids.' He knew he might get an earful, but since they were just waiting Delrick figured he would have a little fun. @HK 50 09
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T7-V8 felt a somewhat confusing mix of trepidation and pleasure at his Master's response. By HK-01's immortal processing core , he finally caught on! I'm not just being overly formal! I never assumed in my most Favorable calculations that master Delrick could ever have learned it! However , it also meant his Master may order him to cease that action. T7 truthfully didn't know what he could do to avoid using that - it came as naturally to his speech patterns as moving lips were to his Master's. 


One thing that caused universal pleasure - and not the least bit of releif - was being informed of his task. So I'm supposed to sit and make sure no conspicuously large contingents of Sith or their soldiers? And I don't have to move? He took a moment to enjoy the pure enjoyment - a joy not dampened by the informational Statament of Manara having a disliking of droids - of being directly ordered to do nothing before he sent a burst transmission back.


'Master! I am not giving you sass! I am merely carrying out my most important tasks -delivered by my most glorious master - with appropriate levels of joy and adulation! Indeed I pray that your most worhship-worthy concubine denies my passage into her realm , that I may discharge rhe task of diligence you hath assigned me! When his master's former lover did call for his entry , T7 stayed stationary in his position to the left of the door - trying to make himself unnoticeable , so this 'Manara' wouldn't request his Prescence. 
 
Korriban


 @HK 50 09 @KalenNighteyes


Delrick looked to T7 with a rye look, even though it was mostly hidden behind his giggles and mask, nodding slowly.  'Right...'  He thought and was about to reply when the door opened. 


He could feel her jumbled and conflicting emotions before he saw her. 'Still letting those feelings control you.' Delrick thought as he ensured his concealment in the force was total. Anyone who was force sensitive would not be able to sense him as anything other then a regular non-force sensitive being. 


Bowing slightly to her he replied.  "Yes my Lord." Turning to T7 he indicated with a hand gesture, his index finger pointing down. "Wait here." Good voice heavily modulated through the breath mask. Without waiting for a response Imperial Agent Mikel Nurn entered the Sith Lord's office. Taking a place just in front of her desk he assumed a casual, relaxed posture, as if he were bored with a routine mission of data delivery. "So what is this business you wish to discuss my Lord?"


Force Concealment - Buried Presence
 
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KORRIBAN/ HYPERSPACE EN ROUTE TO DATHOMIR


Zerek laughed as his companion suggested taking a different ship. "Oh wait, you were serious? Allow me to laugh harder." Zerek then redoubled his efforts in expelling air from his lungs, knowing that it may get him a crack in the ribs, but it would be worth it. "09, buddy, I sunk a LOT of money into my ship. She is no hunk of junk. Internal defenses, external upgrades, bitchin' paint job, such things cannot simply be replaced by this..." Zerek gestured over to one of the Fury class ships while punching in the keycode for his ship "...thing. No style, no class. That and all my stuff is in here. We're taking my ship." Zerek climbed into his ship, gesturing for 09 to follow.


Zerek quickly punched in the coordinates for Dathomir and opened a com line to Lindlea. "Lindlea, thanks for the help... I'm gonna need you to track what's leaving Dathomir." Zerek's display sprung to life, showing Lindlea's clearly very irritated face. "Look, it's a decent job, and I don't want to lose a lead. 10 billion minimum." Her face shifted slightly, still clearly irritated. "Fine, I'll dump a good bit into your bar. Happy?" Lindlea nodded in the affirmative and the display shut off. "Tch. Women, am I right 09?" Zerek quickly exited the atmosphere and punched it into hyperspace, headed for Dathomir.


@HK 50 09
 
Mandalorian Ship


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna


Illya frowned, stopped, and glared at him.  "You got hurt, didn't you?  I told you to be careful!"  The warrior attempted to flip him and push him down onto her bed.  Her expression remained stern.  "I told you to take care of yourself!"  They kicked into hyperdrive and Illya braced herself against the force of the jump.  "Get your armor off and let me see!"


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Dathomir


@TommyGun15


Sanguina looked up from the console, look of concern on her face.  "Master, two ships appear to be heading to Dathomir.  One from Korriban and another from... Tatooine."  Confusion played on her expression as she turned to face Nah-Iblen.  "Master...  Can I ask you something?"  It'd probably be better for her to keep her mouth shut, but she couldn't.  He hadn't given permission, but she spoke her mind.  "Why can't we just leave now?  I mean... we leave now, cloaked, no one's the wiser.  We can come home later when the heat is off.  I feel like more is coming than we're prepared for.  I feel... I feel that my mother is gathering powerful allies."
 
Dathomir


@folclor


Nah-Iblen put his hand on Why'nn's shoulder, a small frown on his face.  Not an angry frown, more of a sad one.


"My Dear, I have explained this to you.  If we run, Manara will pursue.  This is the only way we can be sure that she will not pursue us, and that you may be my apprentice freely.  For I have no doubt that should Manara learn of you, she will seek to destroy you, and leave your weaker half to become weak and pitiful.  It is only as you are now that you can become the Sith warrior you were born to be."
 
NAR SHADDAA
After what seemed like ages, Nikal stepped through the door into the Hutt Lounge Express with the feeling like his arms were about to fall off. 'Likely they were trying to make sure I was the real deal by seeing if I stayed for the wait.'  He followed the bouncer droid into a backroom, in which he was instructed to sit until further notice and took his credentials to rescan and thoroughly go over everything. He groaned in impatience. The scanners weren't picking up anything in space, the Republic hadn't sent some kind of message to warn him of anything, and he was being forced to wait through ridiculous checks which he didn't have time for. The only reason he took this mission was because a contact had informed him of the Dark Jedi, and while it had led him to a lucky scenario, he still had the same lack of information as before he took the job and he was no close to defeating the Sith or avenging his friend.


He decided to slide the box under the table, figuring the less attention he could attract while in a hostile location was best. He looked through the one-sided mirror into the front of the cantina and tried to see if he recognized any of the patrons. He couldn't. He had a fault of being unable to recognize the differences in other species to tell them apart like he can with humans. Tarquin was easy, he saw him everyday which helped in learning his stance, walk, mannerisms first-hand. The Rodian smuggler had a specific set of gear he wore and always landed in the same docking area. The Kel Dor was even easier as there aren't many Jedi on Nar Shaddaa lately, at least that Nikal noticed. But he had had missions where things almost went wrong because he couldn't tell one member of a species from another no matter how hard he had studied them. He was getting ready to deal with the Hutts, who all just look like blobs to him, which made him worry a little on the inside.


"Please, let there be something happening." he mumbled as he pulled out his holopad and checked the space and port cameras. Nothing. "Alli, have you seen anything yet?"


"Brrwp meep-meep" <Negative, Captain>


Nikal almost slammed his fist on the table. The more time he sat here doing the nothing, the more time everyone else had to execute something.
 
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Dathomir


@TommyGun15


Sanguina sighed, then nodded. "Yes, Master. I'm sorry, I just... It's overwhelming. I feel like something will go wrong. It feels like someone's coming who will destroy all of this." She shook her head. "I don't know. I don't want to go back into hiding. I'm out and, for the first time, I feel like I know where I belong."


The girl stepped away from her master, closer to a window. Her manner was serious.  "My mother is weak and she made me weak. My father... My father should've died that day. I can't use his passing as fuel. Was my mother ever strong? Did I make her weak? I never want to be like her. I never want to be weak again."
 
Dathomir


@folclor

Nah-Iblen grinned as he wrapped his arms around Sanguina, resting his chin on her head as he gently stroked her hair.


"Do not worry My Dear, you will be strong.  I will make you strong.  But consider this your first lesson.  The most important thing to know about strength is how and when is should be applied.  And right now, strength will not aid us in our escape.  For that, we must use cunning.  Do you understand?"
 
Deep Space


Ryols stood on the bridge of the small transport vessel he owned. It had belonged to an old...friend of Ryols. He had been reluctant at first to allow Ryols to use it, but a few knife cuts here and there had convinced him. Now, he was taking the ship, along with his most recent batch of recruits to tie up loose ends. His former brothers and sister in arms were still active, and unless he dealt with them quickly, they would prove to be an issue for some time to come. 


Walking out of the bridge, Ryols grabbed his helmet from where he left it on one of the many tables, sliding it on as the ship exited hyperspace. Seated around the large cabin area, dozens of figures moved about slowly, checking weapons and cleaning armor. They stopped in their tracks, looking up from their work as Ryols entered.


"It's time to begin.."
 
Dathomir


@TommyGun15


Sanguina melted in her master's arms, moaning softly as she leaned against him, her eyes closing as the pleasure of his touch brought all of her worries to a halt.  The girl had acquired a few odd habits since she came to be.  The way Nah-Iblen held her, the way he stroked her hair, really anything to do with him put her at ease.  She truly was in love with (and loved) her master.  For whatever reason, he was all that truly mattered to her anymore.


"Yes, Master.  I understand," she breathed.  Her hands crept up onto his chest.  She hadn't bandaged her wounds or applied kolto, enjoying the dull ache that accompanied her every movement.  Her sleeves slipped down, revealing his work and, as her hands moved, her soon-to-be scars pressed against his robes.
 
Dathomir


@folclor




Nah-Iblen traced a few of her scars with his finger, admiring Sanguina's newfound beauty.  Everything about her, the canvas, the design, the final product, it was all perfect.  A part of him was tempted to carry her into the bedroom and take her now.  But no, not until her training was complete.  Not until she was the Mistress of the Dark Side that he knew she would be.  Besides, this was hardly the time for that sort of thing.


"Calm yourself Sanguina."  Nah-Iblen said with an amused grin.  "We have no time to waste.  We must begin the procedure at once.  After that...  you know what you need to do."
 
Dathomir


@TommyGun15


Sanguina whined in disappointment, but nodded.  As his finger traced her scars she shivered in pleasure, feeling her desire for him grow.  But he was right and she reluctantly pulled away from him.  The ships were growing closer so there really was no time to waste.  She met his eyes, a grin growing on her face.  "Let us begin.  I look forward to the screams of our enemies filling the pit below."  The girl giggled.  While they moved through the house, the smell of a stew filled the air.  It would likely be quite good when it was done.  Sanguina only hoped their enemies didn't interrupt dinner.
 
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KORRIBAN/ HYPERSPACE EN ROUTE TO DATHOMIR


Zerek laughed as his companion suggested taking a different ship. "Oh wait, you were serious? Allow me to laugh harder." Zerek then redoubled his efforts in expelling air from his lungs, knowing that it may get him a crack in the ribs, but it would be worth it. "09, buddy, I sunk a LOT of money into my ship. She is no hunk of junk. Internal defenses, external upgrades, bitchin' paint job, such things cannot simply be replaced by this..." Zerek gestured over to one of the Fury class ships while punching in the keycode for his ship "...thing. No style, no class. That and all my stuff is in here. We're taking my ship." Zerek climbed into his ship, gesturing for 09 to follow.


Zerek quickly punched in the coordinates for Dathomir and opened a com line to Lindlea. "Lindlea, thanks for the help... I'm gonna need you to track what's leaving Dathomir." Zerek's display sprung to life, showing Lindlea's clearly very irritated face. "Look, it's a decent job, and I don't want to lose a lead. 10 billion minimum." Her face shifted slightly, still clearly irritated. "Fine, I'll dump a good bit into your bar. Happy?" Lindlea nodded in the affirmative and the display shut off. "Tch. Women, am I right 09?" Zerek quickly exited the atmosphere and punched it into hyperspace, headed for Dathomir.


@HK 50 09
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As tended to be the case , HK-50-09 felt extremely displeased at being laughed at. Yes , I was being serious! I don't care HOW much you like that blasted defender class ship! It's JEDI crafted! I'd take a flying chair made by the Sith over anything made by those fripping Jedi weaklings. Oh-Nine was (almost) as Apathetic about how much Zerek spent on the ship as he was agitated about Zerek's incessant laughing. 'Sank' is right , because that ship was a peice of trash straight away. No amount of 'bitchin' paints and upgrades can fix that , not even if the fripping lord of technology did it! 


 


Oh-Nine also didn't think the Fury-class ships lacked style - of


course they couldn't touch any of the ships made by the Star Forge , but what could? At least they didn't look like a miniature , deformed Hammerhead or Thranta-class cruiser. It took a strong amount of will - backed with not a small anount of logic - that prevented him from breaking Zerek's ribs for what had to be the sixth time. 


 


Of course , Zerek wouldn't get away with insulting HK-50-09 , either. "Denouncement/weary resignation : Yes , your ship made by the Republic for the Jedi. This ship is as weak as they are no matter WHAT you do to it. If I could fly myself , I'd take ANYTHING but those. Blast , it looks like a deformed Hammerhead cruiser! You know you have too much 'stuff' , right? All I - the obviously superior member of this duo - need with me is a blaster rifle. But I suppose I'll have to go with you since I can't pilot a ship. Just try not to immediately crash us into another harrower , alright?" Despite his bravado , If Zerek looked directly at him , Oh-Nine's blood red eyes had a rim of pink surrounding them. 


 


The Ninth - and ultimate , in his own estimation - HK-50 unit followed Zerek into the ship , glancing around in a mixture of disgust and a begrudging appreciation. Zerek HAD made the ship slightly more tolerable , and the upgrades his brother implemented were top class. Top class upgrades for a pile of scrap ship... After making his way to the cockpit , Oh-Nine only half listened to Zerek practically begging the Bartender for assistance. Naturally , he couldn't resist making a sarcastic denouncement at Zerek's query. "Informational/Rhetorical Query : Women? Aren't all organics like that? I hate to break this to you , but you were the one begging her for help. Didn't you say you can get a woman to do anything for you? I think Lindlea there just breached your Interdictor cruiser.." A sarcastically booming laugh punctuated the statement , lasting until the stars stretched into lines and dissapeared in the mottled sky of hyperspace. 
 
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HYPERSPACE EN ROUTE TO DATHOMIR


Zerek looked at 09 with a raised eyebrow at his harrower remark. This did cause him to note the pink outline around his eyes. 'Of course, hot shot. And that was the one time.' As 09 made his sarcasm-filled laugh, Zerek joined in, laughing at himself. "To be fair, I don't remember saying that. I might have been drunk at the time. If I could convince women to do anything I wanted, I'd have the largest bounty ever on my head. We should hit Dathomir in a few hours or so. I'm gonna get some Force practice in." With that, Zerek strode towards the lounge and closed the door, keeping it unlocked in case something urgent happened.


While in the lounge, Zerek once again tried and tried to telekineticly move his lightsaber around. Each time he could only control it for a few seconds at most, before the lightsaber shut itself off and clattered to the deck. Zerek ran his hand through his hair in irritation at his failing of this one thing. 'I can throw it can get it to come back, how come I can't do this?! It should be easy! Just concentrate on the thing more! If I can't even use one of my guard shotos like this, how am I going to use both?' Zerek sat down for a moment, taking a break before going right back to it. Assuming nothing interrupts him, Zerek will leave the lounge about 10 minutes before they hit Dathomir and wait for the Sith.


@HK 50 09
 
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HYPERSPACE EN ROUTE TO DATHOMIR


Zerek looked at 09 with a raised eyebrow at his harrower remark. This did cause him to note the pink outline around his eyes. 'Of course, hot shot. And that was the one time.' As 09 made his sarcasm-filled laugh, Zerek joined in, laughing at himself. "To be fair, I don't remember saying that. I might have been drunk at the time. If I could convince women to do anything I wanted, I'd have the largest bounty ever on my head. We should hit Dathomir in a few hours or so. I'm gonna get some Force practice in." With that, Zerek strode towards the lounge and closed the door, keeping it unlocked in case something urgent happened.


While in the lounge, Zerek once again tried and tried to telekineticly move his lightsaber around. Each time he could only control it for a few seconds at most, before the lightsaber shut itself off and clattered to the deck. Zerek ran his hand through his hair in irritation at his failing of this one thing. 'I can throw it can get it to come back, how come I can't do this?! It should be easy! Just concentrate on the thing more! If I can't even use one of my guard shotos like this, how am I going to use both?' Zerek sat down for a moment, taking a break before going right back to it. Assuming nothing interrupts him, Zerek will leave the lounge about 10 minutes before they hit Dathomir and wait for the Sith.


@HK 50 09
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Hyperspace - charted for Dathomir 


Why in the Galaxy is he laughing at himself? Doesn't he know I'm purposefully insulting him? HK-50-09's photorecptors quickly shifted to a cyan color at the surprise of anyone - much less his brother , who was almost as rightfully superior as he was - choosing to mock themselves. Of course Zerek did such actions occasionally , but it still mystified the righteously prideful Assassination Droid. Oh-Nine's surprise failed to dissipate as the Organic started to voice what were Excuses to HK-50.


Indeed. Blame it on the enormous quantities of mind affection substances you take in every time we even go near a tapcafe. Next you'll be saying there was a Jedi around the corner controlling your mind. Or it was a clone. Or a Holoshroud-cloaked infiltrator. Mind affecting substances can't warp minds THAT harshly.. Nevertheless , he decided to allow his companion to do the - almost ritual - force practices without interruption. Meanwhile , might as well use the charging rack. As Zerek tried and failed to float lightsabers , Oh-Nine strode over to the charging rack he had practically forced Zerek to install and plugged in. The charging rack had him standing slightly slumped over as he continuously muttered Rakatani - as he always  did when in standby mode. 
 
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Mandalorian Ship


@folclor


Chuka held up his hands in a feeble defense. " I didn't get hurt.." his voice trailing off as the forceful smaller warrior flipped him into the bed, but truly he didn't struggle. "The blast droid was set to a low power setting." He grunted as he landed backside first on the bed. Through gritted teeth he continued his protests. "Really! It's fine! Just a small burn." One hand gripping the bulkhead as the ship leapt into hyperspace. "What?! I just got in this again!" He grunted and tried to push her off him, he was more embarrassed then angry due to the location of the injury. "Besides it's just my..." His voice trailed off again as he listed the location of the injury. 
 
Mandalorian Ship


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna


Illya glared at him.  "I'll strap you down if I have to!  Now stay still and let me get this armor off!  Vaii did kaysh koperar gar?" (Where did he shoot you?)  She did her best to wrestle him into submission as she began removing what she could of his armor.  Annoyed at his stubbornness, she would continue like this until he stopped struggling.  "And a small burn can be the bane of the Hunt!  You have to be at a hundred percent.  If you're less than that, you aren't going out."  This was a rather hard rule for her.  Even if she was the one hurt, she would not risk being the downfall of her team.
 
 Mandalorian Ship/Hyperspace


@folclor


He started to actually resist her attempts to get his armour off. " Gar kelir shi ganar at! (You may just have to!)" He grunted as she somehow managed to get his chest plate loose. " Fine!" He shouted in frustration. "Haar'chak! o'r te sheb'ika!" (Damn it! In the ass!) The proud warrior folded his arms across his chest and glared at the bulkhead. Her point was valid, though it was only a minor burn, she had a strong point to her argument. 
 
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NAR SHADDAA
Finally, someone came to pick-up Nikal, but instead of a bouncer droid it was a Trandoshan and an Aqualish, which lead him to an elevator going down. Once reaching the bottom of the shaft, he then was lead through a multitude of hallways, most likely making sure he was attempting to try anything and likely re-scanning him a third time. He might have grown a dislike towards the Republic, but the one thing they had always done correctly was protecting his cover. He tried to get a glance down each hall and memorize where he was going so he could find a way out, and also trying to peek into opened doors to no avail.


"Right this way Captain Von." spouted the Aqualish as he walked through a doorway into a huge room filled with Twi'lek and Human dancers, a few Hutts, and various smugglers, bounty hunters, and likely slaves. He had done his best to retain the information of this delivery in his head as he was luckily led to Maljin the Hutt.


"I have brought your goodies."


"As yes, but I was expecting a Rodian. You are human."


"Yeah, I heard the Rodian was offed by the Exchange for poor service and I was sent in his place to make the delivery."


The Hutt studied him for a moment, trying to see if he was lying. After coming to the conclusion that he was not, or at least he didn't have any evidence to prove he was threatening his business, he called over a sentient guard to open the crate. Inside was the obvious answer, Spice, as well as a few modified weapons and droid parts. 'The Hutts are involved in the Spice trade involving the Exchange. Nothing new. Damn Republic.' . It was starting to feel like the Republic had purposely set everything up in a way to keep Nikal busy and out of the battle. Maljin looked over everything carefully before making a motion, in which a guard stepped up to Nikal and paid him several thousand credits.


"The delivery arrived exactly as requested. Here is your payment, Human." Nikal bowed slightly, not sure what the proper procedure for thanking a Hutt was, if any, and proceeded to leave. Before he could though, he noticed something odd in the package: two power crystals for a Lightsaber that he didn't recognize. 'First Dark Jedi? Then power crystals? Are the Hutts making a powerplay with the Sith?'. He noticed Maljin caught him staring at the container, and quickly blurted out some random words as if he was stumbling over his thoughts.


"S-sorry. I was just wondering if there was anyway I could get a few extra credits out of this. I mean, you were supposed to get the package in several more days."
 
Mandalorian Ship/Hyperspace


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna


Illya tried not to laugh, but couldn't help herself.  "Ni'm ceta!" (I'm sorry!) she laughed.  "I'll take care of that."  The warrior proceeded to undress him until she could reach his injury.  Finally, she sprayed kolto on the burn and stepped back.  "Okay.  Now I'll let you go on the hunt with me."  Still giggling a bit, she helped him back into his armor.  After that was accomplished she sighed a bit.  "Mmm... I guess I should get dressed, too."  Illya proceeded to strip, don her under armor, then her armor.  Once done, she turned back to Chuka with a smile.  "How close you think we are to that dump?"
 
 Mandalorian Ship/Hyperspace


@folclor


Chuka kept glaring at the bulkhead, attempting to melt it. While he didn't fight Illya on the process of undressing him, he didn't help either. His face turning into a red scowl when she laughed but didn't say anything. Deep down, he knew this was funny. If it had been the other way round or someone else he'd be laughing too. 


Once his armour was back on, before he donned his helmet he spoke softly, with a slight grin. "Vor entye." (Thank you.) As Illya got into her armour he shifted and flexed working the last of the soreness out. 


He smiled beneath his helmet and held hers out. "Maybe and hour or two. But not long now." And before she could take he placed it on her head, followed by gently tapping his helmet to hers in the fashion of a keldabe kiss. "Vi Kelir oya'karir tome." (We shall hunt together.)
 
Mandalorian Ship/Hyperspace


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna


Suddenly, Illya was very glad he'd put her helmet on.  A blush spread across her cheeks and she closed her eyes.  'Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum...' (I love you) she realized, but chose not to say it aloud.  Instead, she took a deep breath.  "Ratiin." (Always.)  'Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum... ner o'r te oya'karir.' (I love you... my equal in the hunt.)  She took a step back and looked away from him, too embarrassed to say anything more.  Her face was red and she cleared her throat.  Why did this cause her to feel this way?  Hadn't she already slept with this man?
 
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@folclor


Chuka smiled beneath his helmet, nodding as he looked to her. He felt something inside him, something he thought he couldn't feel anymore. 'Kaysh cuyir ner adla o'r te oya'karir' (She is my equal in the hunt.) Watching her turn away and clear her throat he wondered if she was thinking the same thing he was. 'Vaabir Ni kar'taylir darasuum kaysh?' (Do I love her?) Chuka let out a sigh and moved to the door. "We should get ready to pick up our new acquisition." Gearing up and planning target acquisition always helped them focus. The more they worked the less they'd have to think. 
 
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@Grim Wraithe Stjerna


Illya nodded and slipped past him.  "Wanted dead, right?  So overkill is fine."  She went to her weapons and began checking them, reloading those that needed it and adding extra ammunition to her belt.  "Remember: that planet has a lot of rancor on it.  Hopefully we can avoid them, but if we can't we're gonna need a little extra firepower."  Talking shop cleared her blush and she was able to get her mind onto the matter at hand.  The warrior glanced at the mostly empty ship, suddenly finding that she missed her two brothers in arms.  She would count Chuka as one but... he was more than a brother at this point.  And there was the blush again.  She shook her head and clipped a few grenades to her belt.
 
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