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Isel remained seated, lost in thought, trying to piece together what happened. His temper cooled slightly, he tried to reconstruct what he saw, brought out of his meditative train by the padawan.

 

"Oh, you're very welcome." He flashes a bashful smile, genuinely touched by the gratitude, though in the back of his mind he still knew that, ideologically, the Jedi were the enemy. "Well, I was partially just saving my own butt as well, that's all. And it seemed the right thing to do." He flashes another smile. It was truth. Not the whole truth, but still truth none the less.

 

The meeting with Mandalore put things in perspective, as well as his speech. Onderin came to Onderon to secure the aid of the Mandalorians or to negotiate with them to some degree. The Sith would need to send an envoy soon, or miss this opportunity to gain their martial power. His eyes closed, gauging what to do. To spy, to disrupt, or to breach some counter offer for the Mandalorians? Used to following orders, Isel realized this would be touch and go. Help would be needed, but keying it while in close scrutiny by two Jedi and an ally of theirs was high impossible. But if he broke distance, he might lose out on hearing what was said and reporting back.

 

To spy, or to contact the other powers to work a counter offer? Well, only one way to find out.

 

"So, Admiral," he states cheerfully, resting his hands on the controls of his speeder. "Do you need a ride back to the cantina?"

In Italy for thirty years under the Borgias they had warfare, terror, murder, bloodshed - but they produced Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci, and the Renaissance. In Switzerland they had brotherly love, 500 years of democracy and peace, and what did that produce? The cuckoo clock.

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The ride back toward her ship was short, a bit awkward, but short. Luna kept quiet for the most part, her mind lost among the many thoughts that transpired from the entire ordeal. While it was true that the Alliance bases at Gala and Mon Calamari were threatened by constant Terrorist attacks from the Sith and those alike, she couldn't help but notice a change in the pattern. Most of the threats and attacks on Onderin's life had been straight forward, Mano-e-Mano if you will. But this spoke of cowardice, something she had never seen before in the threats that plagued Onderin's life.

 

When the speeder came to a stop, Luna hopped out, making sure to re-sheathe her blastsword. Having her twin N-K Necrosis droids scout the local area for possible threats, Luna ordered Rose to gather what supplies she would need. To Onderin's padawan and the Professor, Rose would appear to be Luna's twin minus the Miraluka signature of the eyes. But the Admiral would notice the difference better... a signature not of life, but machine. Pulling Onderin to the side, Luna stared into his eyes with her own white blinded eyes.

 

"This doesn't feel right, Admiral." Luna spoke, a sort of fear from the unknowing entering her voice as she confided in her former Commanding Officer. "This doesn't feel like Faust, the Sith, or anyone we've ever faced before. It's too amateur. I'm going to stay close until your business is done here..... I don't like this."

 

Luna had always taken to Onderin like that of a daughter to her father, just as Scorpio first did when the Armegedon siblings first emerged within the known galaxy, a trait that stemmed from the lack of one sine their childhood. But there was something more, something that didn't quite sit right. If Faust was truly behind this, as he typically was, he would have gung-ho'ed it so to speak and simply toyed with the group instead of producing such a failure to his known intelligence.

 

But Luna's train of though was lost when a new signature in the force arrived. While it was unknown to her how her twin N-K units managed to overlook his arrival, she found herself more intrigued his 'aura'. A lightsider by the appearance, a strong Jedi on top of that. But more so than that, he carried one much like her brother's. And in truth, she felt the strangest pull to him, almost as if he had known Scorpio personally. Her gaze stayed fixed upon him, at least until his departure.

 

"Actually Professor, i think that'll be all..." Luna spoke as she approached him(Faust), catching the rear end of his proposal, and handing over more than enough compensation for his services. "I believe they can take it from here. But if your offer extends to myself, i could use a lift."

 

Turning back to Onderin, Luna made her own proposal, making sure not to sound a bit over protective to say the least. She had other plans.

 

"Take my ship back to town. Rose and the twins will accompany you to your meeting to throw off my trail." Luna said, handing Rose her armor and regrouping the twin droids to cover Onderin. "I'll meet you there shortly after i do some reconnaissance."

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Struggling with the whole situation intellectually, Onderin used the Force to calm himself and sort through what was going on, knowing that it would guide him to the right course of action. He had been in a position of responsibility for many years now, and if there was anything he had learned from the experience, it was that the guidance of the Force was flawless, if only he listened closely enough.

 

The first thing he had to deal with was the arrival of Mandalore. He was a little surprised that the man had tracked them down--at least until he found Mandalore in the Force and learned something very interesting. Mandalore was not only Force-sensitive, but he was a trained Jedi Knight. Onderin's eyebrow flickered up at this discovery, and he realized that Mandalore's presence felt vaguely familiar. It was possible that this was a Jedi Onderin had met once, or at least been in the presence of at some point, though he couldn't quite place who it was exactly.

 

Onderin acknowledged Mandalore and then heard Van Isel's offer to take them back to the cantina. Intellectually, Onderin felt like the man had saved their lives and could therefore be trusted, but there was still something that felt wrong about it. He felt like the suspicion he was dealing with was from the Force, but it could just as easily be feeding off Onderin's recent paranoia concerning Vladimir Faust. Van Isel was probably trustworthy despite the fact that he had been doing something discrete back in the cantina.

 

Onderin was about to accept the man's offer when Luna took him aside and shared her feelings on the matter as well. The Admiral immediately flip-flopped his position, knowing now that another Force-sensitive was experiencing something similar to his own feelings about Van Isel.

 

Unfortunately, Luna wasn't really a known quantity either. He had known her for a short time a while back, but she had come a long way since then. Maybe her Mandalorian battlearmor was putting Onderin just a little bit on edge, making him feel like she wasn't as clearly an ally as she wanted him to think. Or maybe there was nothing at all, and she was the only one in this situation he could clearly trust other than Aira. This was reinforced considerably by her offer of her ship, but this was mirrored by Van Isel's heroic offer of his speeder to escape the crashing shuttle.

 

Or maybe Van Isel really is just a professor and Luna really is an old friend that nearly became my padawan, he thought. Not everyone has to have an alterior motive to help me.

 

It was decision time. Onderin wanted security in his meeting with this Jedi Mandalore, and Van Isel's subtle act in the cantina was enough that Onderin didn't want to encourage him to be there. Luna, however, had a way of getting him back to the cantina without Van Isel, was a better-known quantity in that she wasn't a complete stranger, and was in Mandalorian armor which meant she would probably be handy to have around if this mysterious assailant tried something else during the meeting. If there was an assailant at all and this wasn't just a random crash.

 

Onderin shook his head. "Thank you very much for your help, Professor, but I have to agree with Miss Armegedon here," he said. "We'll take it from here."

 

Next he addressed Luna. "Thanks for your offer as well. I think in the spirit of expedience I'll accept it."

 

Finally he turned to his padawan. "I guess it's time to go, Aira."

 

He stood up and got out of the speeder, looking expectantly at Luna so she could let him into her ship. No doubt she had security on board.

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By some sort of curious luck, if you could call it that, HK's long winded stint of community service led him back to the Cantina; the somewhat empty starport Cantina that the droid seemed interested in ever since he'd been tipped by the owner on where is quarry might be. It seemed the recently hit starport lost a number of not only its clientele due to the crash, but also their employees. One serving droid even started severely deactivating under pressure and after the accident hadn't regained its total programming and structure. The droid seemed a lifeless husk on the ground after only one year of service, which seemed oddly mysterious because its power core was missing. It wasn't until later that the bartender realized this and in the end called HK-52 back to help. It took a while for the Cantina owner to find him, but in the end it seemed that HK was "expecting" his call. The droid seemed to perk up slightly as the man entered, but kept mopping for an old woman that could barely hold a mop on her own much less use it. "Could you be a serving droid?" he asked with not only an expectant look on his face, but an impatient temperament behind it. The droid looked up at the bartender and HK's sensor bars of blue seemed to glimmer in the dim haze of the building.

 

Respectful Affirmation: "Why, yes I can master and oh what a serving droid I will be"

 

The droid seemed to mockingly press upon the mediocrity of the situation, but the bartender paid no attention. With glee the man seemed to project his thoughts about him in random ways. It seemed his only interest was the continue of business and although the bartender knew he would get his clients back, it would take a while to get another serving droid; not to mention, more money than he was willing to spend. HK looked at the man as he hobbled away, using his hands to emphasize his happiness; HK-52 snickered to himself. Once the bartender left calculable levels of eyesight, HK revealed something that he'd holding in his right hand. Within the confines of his metal fingers, the cruel droid possessed a single droid power core and as his fingers came down to crunch the small metal object, HK-52 chuckled a little bit more at the simplicity of such a small crime. With his parties indeed changed, the droid bid the old woman farewell and set off toward the Cantina.

 

The Cantina would be the best place to find a person in town, but I must keep my guard up at all times, the droid suggested to himself internally as he stood analyzing the space, making sure all of the entrances and exits were easily accessible. HK-52 still held a few tricks up his sleeve that he stole from the sleeping Bounty Hunter on the star ship, but they would have to be executed with the utmost secrecy. If he did indeed end up poisoning a drink or piece of food, he needed to make sure his logic was infallible and his lies top notch. So, he practiced on a few individuals, claiming to the bartender that they had some allergic reactions to his food. The bartender, not wanting a lawsuit, sent the people on their way with gift packages and in the end let the people die or fall to heavy slumber peacefully in their homes. So as to not decrease business indefinitely though, HK-52 made sure to only practice on two or three individuals.

 

HK-52 then got to the grunt work and did as the bartender ordered. Anything and everything the man wished in the ways of hygiene and service became true as HK-52 not only served the food, but cleaned the floor and dishes as well. The floors seemed to shine brilliantly underneath the excess rubble of the earlier accident and the washing helped push the shine to the outside world, but it all seemed like dressing on a cake; in the end, a bar was a bar no matter which way you sliced it. Any job HK-52 did however, he made sure he could at least glimpse the front door and/or the counter. It was his priority after all to catch his mark and return it to his employer. So as people walked in, the droid matched them with the Galactic information database, in order to get a more precise heading or lead as to how to proceed.

 

It became clear that something was up though, as an interesting figure of what seemed to be Mandalorian origin joined the ranks of the people in the Cantina. The armor registered as an earlier Mandalore, but the pictures gathered in the database clearly defied this one's figure. This man was different in ways that may have suggested some lineage. However, this new development did not push HK into further investigation for this wasn't his mark.

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((Isel's a developed NPC acolyte- Faust himself is elsewhere....))

 

With a wave, a grin, and a cheery, "well, best of luck to you, Admiral," Dr. Van Isel punches the speeder into high gear and takes off. "And next time you're on planet, hit me up."

 

Twisting his way through the backstreets, Isel heads back to his office at the university, punching in a series of comms to the other acolytes staffing the Sith's research center and temple here, briefing them on what happened. Receiving reports that confirmed that some unknown agent was likely responisible he feels relief.

 

That done, he had some artifacts to date, and a fragmented inscription to decipher, detailing the history of...

 

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Two people arrive at the cantina shortly after Mandalore. Both are human, though one appears to have much finer clothes, complete with a garish outfit and cape, befitting a noblewoman on the planet. The subservient nature of the other, wearing more simple clothes, suggests he is a manservant of some sorts to the female noble. Neither are visibly armed, though there are a few suggestive bulges in their robes.

 

"We will take a corner seat," the noblewoman announces, following her manservant to murmur, "Yes, countess." Taking a seat, the countess faces the door, a haughty, bored look on her face.

 

They would wait for the admiral and his party to arrive, hear him out, and then present the Mandalorian with an offer he wouldn't refuse. If things went smoothly, the Mandalorians and Sith would be allied once more...

In Italy for thirty years under the Borgias they had warfare, terror, murder, bloodshed - but they produced Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci, and the Renaissance. In Switzerland they had brotherly love, 500 years of democracy and peace, and what did that produce? The cuckoo clock.

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((I knew that. I just highlighted the name due to which alias you were using. Onderin, just rushing this along a bit. Hope you and Aira don't mind.))

 

I'll take that as a no..." Luna said silently to herself as she watched the Professor speed out of sight. Turning to Onderin, Luna smiled. "Excellent. Let's get back to town."

 

Going aboard Armegedon's Flight, Luna allowed Onderin and Aira aboard before heading toward the cockpit ad ordering her FA-4 Pilot droid to take them back to Iziz. Once airborne, Luna returned to Onderin and Aira. She had a plan she wished to discuss with them, taking note that Rose had adorned her beskar'gam armor and would serve perfectly as Luna's decoy at the meeting. Donning only her cloak and blastsword, Luna turned toward Onderin, offering a proposition he may find a bit uncomfortable.

 

"Admiral, i have an idea if your interested." Luna spoke, her miraluka eyes fixed only on him.

 

"As we all may have noticed, this Professor was abnormally interest in this meeting you have with Mandalore. He may have even been Sith..." She said, offering note of her ability to see both Ashla and Bogan, more commonly now as the dark and light sides of the Force. "Which leads me to believe the Sith had no idea of this attack."

 

She paused for a moment, allowing her words to sink in before she presented her case so to speak.

 

"We may, however, be able to use this to our advantage. When we arrive at Iziz, Rose and the twins will accompany you to the meeting while i pay a visit to the Professor using the contact card he provided Aira here." Luna spoke, sticking out her hand to see if Aira would offer up the Professor's card. "In exchange for his help, i will allow him to accompany back to the meeting. We know he's a spy, so no real damage can be done. However, without a bargaining chip, we can not use him which could prove to our advantage over the real attackers."

 

Luna knew it would not sit well with the Admiral, and he may even have his own suspicions about her as well due to her early disappearance at Gala and the life she leads now. But she was sincere in her words and feelings, which she offered up so easily in the force. Onderin had been like a father to her, and not only was the attack against her life, but his as well. She would get to the bottom of this without or without his blessings. Moments later, they arrived at Iziz with a rather soft landing not far from the Cantina in case of a needed, quick, retreat. After giving Rose to nod to deploy, she turned back to Onderin.

 

"What do you think Admiral?"

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Onderin was a little bit surprised how active Luna was being in this. She was jumping to conclusions that were mired in improbability and taking the kind of action that could come across completely incorrectly if she was wrong, and it indeed seemed likely that she was. On the off-chance that she was right, of course, some good could come from it. But how much, really?

 

The Jedi Master finally spoke. "I'm not convinced that Van Isel was Sith," he said. "He certainly wasn't tainted by the dark side. It seems unlikely he's going to end up back at the cantina, but if he does, you might be on to something. Perhaps you should keep an eye out for him instead of intruding on him and suggesting that he sit in on the talks.

 

"Frankly, I would like these to be as private as possible. That goes for your allies, too," he continued. "I appreciate what you're doing, but I don't feel like I need an escort, especially since I'll be in a room with Mandalore and I'm hardly helpless myself.

 

"Thank you for the ride and feel free to investigate, but I'm comfortable completing my mission on my own." So saying, Onderin nodded at Aira to hand Luna Van Isel's card, then headed into the cantina, picked Mandalore out in the Force as the bright beacon of a Jedi Knight, and headed to the back and the well-decorated room in which the Mandalorian sat.

 

When he entered, he bowed slightly then sat across from Mandalore and gestured for Aira to sit beside him. "Greetings, Mandalore. With all the commotion out of the way, I'm looking forward to making arrangements to bring our factions together in peace."

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I nodded my goodbyes to Dr. Isel, then boarded Luna's ship. The hop back to the cantina was a short one, and I had barely sat down before we were there. I handed Dr. Isel's card to Luna at Onderin's request as we exited the ship; I hoped no harm would come to him for him helping us. I just had a hint of a bad feeling about it all.

 

But my feelings were soon washed away, replaced by ones of excitement and curiosity. I was extremely interested to see how this meeting with Mandalore would go down. I hoped he and Onderin would work out something that would benefit both of our groups, and I was equally fascinated to see Onderin in action as a negotiator.

 

Offering the Mandalorian a smile, I did my best to greet him. "Su'cuy gar, Mand'alor," I said in very broken Mando'a, then immediately regretted it. I had learned a few Mando'a phrases as a child from the holonet, and so had no way to tell whether or not I was completely butchering the pronounciation. You might have just seriously insulted him! I hoped that if I had, Mandalore would overlook it and take my effort as it was meant to be--a means of honoring him, not disrespecting his people.

 

I sat back in the chair and tried to make myself look invisible.

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When all had arrived in the VIP room in the back, Mandalore motioned to the bouncers near the doors to the room to close them to keep any eavesdroppers and bystanders from hearing their conversation casually. Business was between the Republic and Mandalore Clans and no others. Soon enough the greetings of both Onderin and his accomplice. Joreel noticed the attempt at Mando'a and made a mental note t perhaps teach the girl his language one day in full.

 

 

At this point Mandalore felt safe, and with the Force flowing through him he could have detected any threat. He pulled off his helmet and allowed the bearded and lengthy black hair to flow out and show off the face of the former Jedi Knight. He smiled to Onderin, a man he had not seen since the aftermath of the Battle of Haruun Kal and the Force Harvesters used against them.

 

”œOnderin it has been some time, excuse me for hiding my identity unitl now, but I have dropped my basic name and returned to my birth name to better serve myself an my people. You may now call me Joreel Ordo, Mandalore.”

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The moment Onderin darted inside, the Countess and her manservant made a quiet a approach. Despite the Mandalorian's orders not to be disturbed, a quiet display of a weapon, followed by a quick exchange of credits allowed her to gain access.

 

As much of an acolyte as Isel, but with a stronger grasp of being able to at least sense the Force, the Countess was a minor noble with some wealth and power. After the first shadow lifted off Onderon with the depature of the Dark Jedi Order, she too embraced the Sith, becoming one of Darth Luciferian's first followers. Haughty and vain, she believed her skill on par with a Lord, even a Master, though her power was far, far below that of an actual apprentice. Carrying a small ceremonial scepter with a few nasty surprises, she listens, ear at the door, then bursts in, followed by her servant- just as loyal to the Order and his mistress in equal measure.

 

"Rubbish! Absolute rubbish," she declares boldly, not even bothering to introduce herself. "Since when do Mandalorian warriors fight for the Republic?" Her head tilts at a side angle, her eyes, normally brown, taking on a faint blue tinge as her temper rises. "Tell me Admiral, do you think a Mandalorian would be content to sit here like tame dogs, heeling when you obey?" With a glare of pure venom, she glances between the two. "I know of your encampment in the wilds, Mandalore. Your kind always seek to fight, to conquer, and to live for battle. Do you think the Republic would allow you this discretion without putting you on a leash. And you, Admiral, would you really leave us, citizens of this planet, in a cage with these wolves? We were here long before these interlopers showed up and we have no wish to be governed by these brutes! What right have you to give our planet over to these people?"

 

Glaring at each, the manservant stands quiely behind her, hands behind his back, staring at the Jedi and Mandalorian with open hatred. It was a perfect act of Onderon xenophobia, not without natural prejudice nestled in the Countess' heart.

In Italy for thirty years under the Borgias they had warfare, terror, murder, bloodshed - but they produced Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci, and the Renaissance. In Switzerland they had brotherly love, 500 years of democracy and peace, and what did that produce? The cuckoo clock.

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Ah... John Hartel. Yes, Onderin recognized this man and affirmed his status as a Jedi Knight--at least, a one-time Jedi Knight. That put some ease on the negotiations, for Onderin could put to rest some of his natural mistrust of the Mandalorians by knowing that their leader was a Jedi that had lingering loyalties to the Republic and its allies. In fact, such a militant faction being predisposed against Onderin's enemies could turn out to be a boon.

 

He listened to Mandalore spell out simple terms that, Onderin decided, would need some details before he accepted to anything. There were certain concerns he had about turning a galactic government over a militant faction, and he wasn't sure exactly what the terms would entail when it came to summoning the Mandalorians in battle. Of course, gaining such renowned and powerful allies would be worth most costs Onderin could imagine, especially if turning them down could result in them becoming renowed and powerful enemies.

 

Before he could bring up these concerns, however, an Onderonian noblewoman burst past the bouncer and vocalized the Admiral's concerns rather harshly and with clear bias. He was surprised and somewhat annoyed by the interjection, despite the fact that her concerns mirrored his own. He was more annoyed by the seeming fact that the whole city knew what was going on here.

 

The Jedi Master glanced at the noblewoman and, keeping his voice perfectly calm, summoned the Force. "Thank you for your concerns. Your point has been made and now you want to go home," he said. As he did so, he reached into her mind and reinforced the words, convincing her of their truth. Unless she was extremely strong-minded, Onderin's mind trick should be ample to turn her back the way she had come. Just for good measure, he included her assistant in the mind trick, just in case he decided to cause trouble of his own.

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Interested yet somehow vaguely intrigued, HK kept his sensor's trained on the door. It had been over an hour since the Mandalorian came in and just when it seemed like the entire town had passed through the front doors, his mark finally settled into view. The man's procession was slow yet confident; it seemed, even as he walked, that Jedi Master Onderin Starlisk was rather well known in the galaxy and HK knew that if there was ever a time to do anything, now would be the time to start. Going into the room of his meeting with guns blazing would certainly not be a good idea, but HK was lucky enough to have a few tools of his own for quick disposal. The droid found some time to wander from the bartender and assessed his supplies, laying them on a table. He had a good three shock mines, two tranquilizer darts strong enough to down a rancor, powdered poison that seemed very deadly, and some poison darts that were made using the venom of spiders; their use was in immobilization. It seemed that sleeping bounty Hunter had more valuable supplies then HK cared to notice at the time, but now that he knew what he had it was time to put it to good use. To kill a jedi may have been easier than to capture one HK mused, but he only received half of the normal compensation if he delivered their corpses. Moments after Onderin's entrance, he stared at his secondary mark, walking through the door accompanying Onderin. Aira was a paltry prize, but judging as how she accompanied the Jedi Master only made it worth the droid's while to capture both of them before things could get ugly.

 

Taking the large amount of supplies, HK-52 loaded them into a cargo hatch and decided to play everything off by ear. He would try not to plan too much, because Jedi could sense danger. What would be the point of planning if the Jedi knew your every move? Even a perfectly capable droid, which was often more difficult for a Jedi to detect than a sentient, suffered from this slight inconvenience. So, HK-52 did as his master ordered. He put on his best heartwarming façade and slipped into the room past the bodyguards. The men at the door were no pushovers, but seeing as how HK-52 was an employee of the Cantina he was allowed in to gather their meal orders. If they were going to be here a long time it was imperative that he get them what they needed. The customer was always right after all”¦

 

The black colored droid slipped well into the room, but he did nothing to hide himself. HK approached the table at an even pace and when he was within hearing of the people before him, he made sure the entire table could see him.

 

Query: ”œBegging your pardon Masters, I am sorry for intruding, but what would you like to indulge in today? We have a wide selection of fine alcoholic beverages and the food is the best in Iziz.”

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Righteous anger, contempt, and hatred formed a useful mix of emotions to protect the mind. There was a noticable resistance, a noticably dark resistance, but like a charging lance bouncing off a hastily razed shield shield, this mental lance found its mark and the Countess was thrown off the proverbial horse, along with her man servant.

 

A bit dazed, she turned about to leave, gathering her cape in a regal fashion, and literally walked into some pissant serving droid on her way out, falling on her backside with an audible cry.

 

Humilitated, anger rose up, and a barely visible, but a steady pale blue glint rose in her brown eyes, coupled with something dark. As manservant helped her up, the Countess clutched her head. "G.go h.h...home? I am home! Iziz, this city, this planet, Onderin is my home..." The blue glint reappears on her widening eyes, and her face contorts in a mask of even greater anger, realizing exactly what happened.

 

"You! You... you bastard!" Clutching her manservant's arm, she whirls around and raises her hand for a barehanded slap that leaves a noticable red mark on Onderin's right cheek, clearly imprinting her palm on his face. She starts screaming, losing all control of her temper, building up to a mighty shriek. "You tried to trick me! You filthy Jedi... mind... RAPIST!!!"

 

Unfortunately for all, her earlier tirade attracted ears in the cantina. And worse yet, that last word, "rapist" delivered in its shrillest form at the top of her lungs, echoed across the entire cantina and beyond. The stamp of feet and the breaking of bottles manifest in a loud rush as the half the cantina charges the VIP room.

In Italy for thirty years under the Borgias they had warfare, terror, murder, bloodshed - but they produced Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci, and the Renaissance. In Switzerland they had brotherly love, 500 years of democracy and peace, and what did that produce? The cuckoo clock.

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Taking advantage of the commotion and the rushing guards, the serving droid now took his chance blending with he darkness. Turning his audibly blue sensors off momentarily, the droid managed to blend with the dark corners of the room and disappear while the room filled with people. As people filled the conference room with inquiries of doubt, suspicion and the woman lashed out irrationally, HK-52 slipped between two people right up to the back of Aira's chair. Within seconds HK's gun mounts were raised and ready; the guns were set to stun before contact and there, within 2 steps of Aira's back, a simultaneous shot of four different stun blasts slammed into her full force. The blasts seemed somewhat muffled under the enhanced stress of the room's acoustics and nobody really noticed the light as it entered the young padawan for the distance was so short it was barely noticeable. His intentions were simply to paralyze her and then go from there...

 

HK-52 took precautions before his move but only slightly. He set his internal circuitry into a sort of dead man switch mode. If HK-52 was killed, his mechanical body would rain down a storm like no other; random blaster shots of stunning and deadly magnitude would pour forth into the room killing any number of civilians and important people alike. Then, as he crept to the chair and prepped his move he made sure that the act could not be seen by Onderin. He wanted the Jedi Master to suspect something and search for his lost padawan.

 

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I knew the noblewoman would be a problem as soon as I saw her slip through the door of the supposedly private, VIP room. She was the kind who was all eyes and mouth, throwing around her rank in every other sentence. My suspicions were confirmed the moment she started her tirade, and it was all I could do to sit still and pretend to ignore her. Onderin spoke to her, suggesting that she leave, and I was surprised as she turned to go, along with her servant. I had expected that she would not be so eager to leave.

 

But suddenly the woman's demeanor changed back as fast as it had before. She was suddenly in a frenzy, yelling and raving at Onderin like a lunatic, telling him he was a bastard and a mind rapist. I realized suddenly that Onderin had to have used the Force to try to persuade her to leave. I had no chance to reflect on that new knowledge, however, because at the woman's shrieking, the whole cantina seemed to pour into the VIP room at once, and pandemonium reigned.

 

Trying to avoid getting crushed in the sudden mass of people, I stood up and tried to push towards my master, who was being mobbed by guards, the noblewoman, and curious customers all at once. Suddenly, I felt something. A prickly feeling that sent shivers up my spine. Danger! something in the back of my mind screamed.

 

I looked around and all I saw was the serving droid behind me. I turned back to glance at the rest of the crowd, then without warning, everything around me went black.

 

((Yeah, I'm not going to even try to avoid those stun bolts...))

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The amount of events that unfolded before Mandalore was astounding, first off the bouncers in the club allowed the doors to a closed off VIP Business room to be opened to allow any bystander to just hear whatever they wanted. Pathetic and insolent, Ordo was annoyed with the apparent lack of loyalty in these hired goons at these cantinas. The Mandalorian was quick to put on his helm as the commotion began. He was already annoyed, but when the Onderonian wench began to speak he had gone from annoyed to just infuriated with how the woman spoke of his people. Wolves she called his clansmen. Pathetic. Would wolves be subject to peace talks and the need for their ancient lands to be reclaimed, to reunite the clans under one banner and return? Joreel would think not. He was proud with the new wave of Mandalorian people, people who strived to achieve a new renaissance for his people, becoming masterful warriors, but educated and the most peaceful iteration since Jaster Meerel's leadership, before the Mandalorian Civil War.

 

How she knew of his base in the Jungles was easy to correlate. There was only one outsider who knew of it, a local scientist he called himself, Van Isel, someone Joreel did not trust and neither did the Old Mandalorian either. He should have never been allowed to enter, and to have fought off drexl's amongst other dangerous beasts to get to the location of the Mandalorian camp should have inspired more skepticism. Damned be that sithspawn.

 

After her initial attempt at treachery a server droid, or one that appeared like one entered the room. The chassis was ancient on the droid, but not of any protocol droid Mandalore could recollect, and his HUD quickly scanned the components looking to find some sort of treacherous activity. It did, not only did the droid have a concealed weapon, but it's core matched up with the old HK series of droids Joreel's clan had been known to associate with in the past. Assassin droids, and thoroughly dangerous ones at that for those who knew of their existence. After a few millennia it was easy to forget these machinations of evil, but databases do not lie and Joreel was about ready to put the droid out of service but he was interrupted by the Onderonian Noblewoman.

 

Joreel watched as Onderin tried his best to keep the situation from escalating to no avail. The woman wanted to be a pain in the ass, and the bitch made all the right moves to make the scene annoyingly more distracting for Joreel and his intended comrade by calling out rape like any other 5 minutes of attention seeking idiots. And thus, as expected, a rush of fools came in the room to see Joreel in his armor, hardly a rapist in any form. And Onderin fully clothed. Ordo would have laughed it off, but the situation at hand required more attention than a mere chuckle at a crazy.

 

And when the room crowded Ordo had to focus himself deep in the Force to keep track of all the people who flooded the room. And then a shot rang out in the crowd, a vibrating sound and he looked to see that Onderin's comrade on the floor and the HK droid easily in sight. Joreel would not stand for this filthy droid and he used the force gathered to him to target the droid with a soar of emotion. Anger and distrust and failing to protect those he wanted to ensure the safety for, not only for his sake, but for the sake of his people, came into adrenaline pumping form, and the former Jedi felt hate for the machination like nothing else in his life.

 

He used the Force he had been gathering and did not ask, did not guide, but commanded it to the dastardly droid, flowing to all the pieces of it so that Ordo could feel it as best a droid could be felt in the Force. Pieces of metal, individual, no soul, no beating heart, surges of electricity giving it life and form and a mission and AI programming giving it sentience, the droid was nothing at all like sensing a being, as it had no thoughts, it was blank, hollow, and harsh, but its form Ordor could feel, and to destroy it, feeling the form was all he needed.

 

With his command over the Force he sent a blast of energy to each of the HK unit's parts intending for it to fall to pieces and finally join its place in a trash compactor as it should have done millennia before him. Rage and adrenaline power the pulse of energy and the pieces should have fallen to the floor.

 

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Seeing the small woman submit so easily to the shots fired relieved HK-52 greatly, but he knew that he wasn't out of the hot water yet. First, there was the heavy chance that Onderin might notice a drop in his companion's vitals or something and that may have been difficult to avoid fully, but the other downside was that HK-52 made himself direct target in path of the Mandalorian warrior. Not wanting to receive due punishment from the gruffy individual, HK used the moment immediately after his shot to take a rather crude leap to the left. He grabbed a bit of Aira's hair as he went, dragging her along with him into the crowd and her head seemed to bash around so much that HK-52 had a hard time holding on. Before he could really gather much momentum though he noticed between the large bystanders in front of him that the Mandalorian seemed to be channeling something. So, without so much as a second thought, HK-52 reached for a hip-holstered blaster near him - from the crowd - and shot at the Mandalorian as his focus grew.

 

Exclamation: "If you want to see this meatbag alive again Mandalorian you will hold your fire! You kill me and she dies!"

 

The voice was hard to make out over the din, but the droid did whatever he could to be heard by the mercenary as it seemed the droid only had moments left to live.

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((Jesus. I take a day and a half absence due to finding out my grandpa's Stage 4 Lung Cancer has came back, and i find out i got a whole lotta catching up to do. Back tracking a bit. Hope no one minds. ))

 

Guess Luna had dozed of a bit, the slight darkness of the Cantina producing a tantalizing mood. She had ordered a small Corellian cocktail drink, a hard to produce name with very little alcohol while she took perch outside the negotiations. She knew the assassin would attack again, and she couldn't quiet take the chance if she were to be wrong in Isel. When she left Armegedon's Flight, she left only in her cloak, crushgaunts and blastsword in hand. Rose had her own mission at hand.

 

Luna had began to stir about the time the noble woman yelled her accusations of the Admiral and all hell broke loose in the Cantina. Her mind snapped to, the rustling of the bar brawl a blur at first as Bar Patrons approached and shots were fired. Her first reactions brought her to fully, her mind reacting with near cat reflexes. She jumped from her seat, her blastsword drawn and her gaze shifting. Who all these people were, she could not process. Something surely had gone wrong in the talks.

 

But something brought about her composure as she viewed into the large room, allowing her to fully assess the situation. A woman stood over Onderin, political views most likely, her man servant in tow. Mandalore resonated of the Force, his power reaching toward the servant droid and Onderin's Padawan Learner. 'Aira?!' Luna could have overreacted, but didn't. Instead she made her way through the crowd, her crushgaunts on hand and the young Miraluka hybrid pulling the tight it's cufflings. If Mandalore could not save her, Luna surely would. Reaching the position she wanted, directly behind the droid, she could serve two ways. Distraction or Apprehender, it did not matter.

 

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Meanwhile, on the other side of town, Rose took forth in her mission. The twins in tow, Rose followed directions to the Professor's Office on Campus. Luna had given Rose her mission in good faith, and she was not about to let her Master down. It was a long walk, Iziz rather large for a planetary spaceport. And as the All Species Replica took note of this, she processed that on a planet this size with a singular settlement, one would gather that such a large spaceport would be birthed on such a scale. Typical thought for a droid of her caliber. Once she arrived, she approached Isel's(Faust) secretary.

 

"Excuse me, but would Professor Van Isel be in?" Rose spoke with a girlish glee. Though she was dressed in Beskar'gam Armor, her helm removed showed the visage of a young lady, of average college age. "I was told i could find him here."

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Perimeter sensors warned of an assailant from the back and the droid's free arm swerved, knocking yet another powerful blow to Aira's Cranium, making sure she wouldn't wake up any time soon. Then, as the woman neared, HK-52 set up precautionary defenses by pinpointing her direction and entrance point within the crowd. HK-52's perimeter sensor's were running wild, but one sentient seemed to move in a determined path toward him so he knew of her motivation. His empty arm, containing nothing but a blaster pistol he apprehended, was now pointed directly at Luna's head ready to fire. The droid's own head did not move, but instead stared at the Mandalorian still... His move would be the determinant, but her move would make no difference.

 

Th other hand and arm in tandem seemed to cling to Aira now as if she were his life line because in a way, she was. The droid grasped the woman heavily and would not let go without a stout fight. It would take more than a couple healthy men to lift him, much less break his hold on the young Padawan.

 

[Repeated] Exclamation: "if my body is threatened this meatbag will die!"

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In the cantina, the Countess' temper deflates nearly immediately, first in surprise as the near riot she touched off yelling at Onderin, second at the actions of the HK droid's sudden and completely unexpected attack- now recognizing it for what it was.

 

The third being clearly Force sensitive, she feels the energy launched by the Mandalorian. As far as she knew, only Sith and Jedi Masters could launch energy attacks of that nature like lightning- though the HK unit's amazing celerity in the way it seemed able to take two actions in the space before even a trained Master like the admiral could act it also shocked her too as both seemed highly unnatural.

 

Surprise passes as her manservant hastily tackles her aside and to the floor, covering her with his body in the middle of the ensuring commotion. Using an ancient tongue, the phrase, "What a char'lay faax'trat!" can be heard being uttered by him as chaos breaks out far beyond their control.

 

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Isel's secretary, a young graduate student, also a newly indoctrinated acolyte, nods, and waves her in. The professor is seated at his desk, tinkering with what appears to be a half working lanvarok, left-handed. A recorder is running. His office is lined with several framed scrolls and a few interesting curios, including the hilt of a Sith sword, a lightsaber focus crystal, and several musty books.

 

"... the lanvarok's design places it at arou-" he blinks, realizing he has company, and shuts off the recorder. "Young miss?" he asks in surprise, then rises from his seat and offers her his hand. "What can I do for you?"

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((I agree with Robbie's sentiment. I'd appreciate it, HK, if you wouldn't make several posts between mine, especially since you're posting actions towards which Onderin would respond immediately. This is a story more than a contest.))

 

Onderin grimaced at the woman's unexpected response. It wasn't that his mind trick hadn't worked, but stumbling into an incoming droid had seemed to break the proverbial spell and things got worse from there. Of course, while she was talking Onderin got a good look at the droid before it was swallowed by the crowd. Now, he was a military man and was familiar with many war droids, and while he didn't know this particular design, he identified several things in a glance that made it ominously clear that this was a droid built for war, not serving drinks.

 

Perhaps this droid has something to do with our unknown assailant, if there is indeed one, the Admiral thought.

 

When the crowd bumrushed the door, swallowing up the droid in the chaos, Onderin turned to face them and stood up, then reached deeper into the Force. Over the years, he had become quite adept at the ancient technique called Battle Meditation. It had served him from time to time in great space battles for galactic supremacy to help coordinate and inspire his forces or doom his opponents with opposite modifications to demeanor. The idea, at any rate, was that he could easily reach into the minds of entire groups of people and inspire certain emotions such as mental alacrity or uncertainty.

 

This time he infused the crowd with calm, and it was easy. Affecting thousands of trained military minds was taxing, but calming a couple dozen cantina types was a simple trick.

 

Unfortunately, he wasn't fast enough, and even as the chaos died, he felt a pang of danger and then Aira's presence collapse. He hadn't had time to react because of the concentration needed for even this simple version of not-so-Battle Meditation, but instantly after that his lightsaber was in his hand, its verdant green blade blazing.

 

It was almost eerie the way the crowd didn't react at all, perfectly calmed by Onderin's mental stimulus. The Jedi Master turned his full attention on the droid who he realized was the one to assail Aira and felt Mandalore do the same. For an assassin droid, he's not very smart, Onderin thought--did the machine realize it was challenging two Jedi, one a Master and one a Mandalorian?

 

Without moving Onderin implemented his long years of telekinetic training and attempted to rip the droid's arm away from his apprentice and toss the whole machine across the room. It was a controlled move done by an in-control Jedi, timed as close to Mandalore's own attack as was possible. It wouldn't likely damage the droid, but he needed to get his padawan out of there....

 

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((This is sort of a killshot assist with Mandalore and sort of separate. I'll let the mods sort it out, but the point is to free Aira, not to disable HK-52.))

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Luna found herself taken by surprise, the blaster's barrel pointed directly at her face. This placed the young Miraluka hybrid in an awkward position, no longer in control of the outcome as she had previously thought. She had long forgotten the sensors droids were known to possess, and as old as this droid's design had been, it's full capabilities were unknown. While it's true that her brother once owned an HK Unit of his own, she was very young when she last saw it.

 

Luna tightened his fist, growing impatient and pondering on what some would call a suicide mission in an attempt to disarm the droid. But Luna simply wanted to rip his form apart and beat the thing with it's own limbs. Headaches were a bad addition to situations like this, and ironically, the Miraluka hybrid attained one all of sudden. to be around the Force was one thing. But to have it used on her was an entirely different story.

 

The droid seemed to be dominant in Mandalore's attack, able to withstand the tendrils of the Force that reached into it's sockets and core, as it deemed her a target. But as Onderin used his power on those around him, even the calming attempt had adverse effect on her. As strong as she was in Force Sight, she was untrained in the Force it's self. Naturally, such things were overpowering. Grabbing her head, she fell silently to the floor in pain, as voices rang loudly and amuck and her heart raced away with her.

 

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Walking into the Professor's office was much like walking into Luna's makeshift private quarters aboard Armegedon's Flight. Having been born to a Sith mother and Jedi father, Rose's Master held possession to quite a few artifacts herself. Stopping momentarily, Rose took a long glimpse at a nearby Scroll that coincidentally bared the name "Darth Sanguine", a beast from her Master's past that Luna knew quiet well. Just it should be for a man who sold his own niece into slavery.

 

"My Master, whom you've previously encountered during the attack at the Spaceport, requires you to once more meet her at the local Cantina." Rose began to speak, snapping her head back to once more view the Professor's visage in the near same fashion of a typical droid. "Though she believes you're connected with the Sith, she doesn't believe you or your peers held any accountability for the attack on Admiral Starlisk. And as such comes, she comes to you under neutral terms."

 

Rose allows her words to float within the confines of thought and speculation before she continues, allowing her means to be interpreted however the Professor wished.

 

"My Master simply wishes to use whatever contacts you may have to discover the real culprit behind the attacks, and has agreed to pay your asking price in exchange for the information. Whatever the price may be."

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Dr. Isel sits back down, thinking long carefully before replying, hand resting under his chin. That suspected connection to the Sith comment struck a chord. Isel truly hoped he wouldn't have to kill this woman here in his office.

 

"I'm afraid my connection with the Sith is merely acadmic, miss. I research them, and occasionally do some dealing in their artifacts that the university has no need for. I suppose that might give me some connection with dark side dabblers, but..." he shrugs, fingering the lanvarock turning it around on his desk. "Either way, I might be able to get ahold of some people who are in the know here in the city. Price though, is an issue, and a serious one. Can your master get me access to the Jedi archives? Unfettered and free access to do my research?"

In Italy for thirty years under the Borgias they had warfare, terror, murder, bloodshed - but they produced Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci, and the Renaissance. In Switzerland they had brotherly love, 500 years of democracy and peace, and what did that produce? The cuckoo clock.

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Okay, so here's the deal.

 

HK--When you make a killshot, it's supposed to be the last word on the subject. This is the move that you think will do the deed. If you declare war on a thread you have to anticipate that a lot of hands will come on deck. You can't keep posting or stack other requests on it before the moderation resolves. That's the point of the setup posts--you get everything into place, and you make your move. I commend the other players in keeping it civil, but I wish somebody would have explained it to him in a PM after the first time.

 

So try to keep this in mind and time your killshots more concisely next time.

 

That said, I cannot give these posts my blessing. Your tactics were questionable at best, you tried too hard to escalate the situation by overpowering the enemy, and generally didn't have it under control at any point.

 

Onderin rips the HK's arm off, and Joreel's blast the droid sends tumbling down a trash chute. The crushing sound of a droid being scrapped is cut short by the sound of the droid exploding, doing little but wrecking up the trash compactor. Nearby patrons applaud and drinks begin to show up for Onderin and Joreel.

 

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OOC: Uh, creative ruling, KR.

 

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Onderin allowed himself to relax as the droid exploded down the chute and Aira crumpled to the ground. He deactivated his lightsaber and crossed the distance to his apprentice in a few long strides, then scooped her up and carried her back to the table where he and Mandalore had been sitting. She was only stunned, he quickly surmised, so while it would be strange to just have her lay around here, there was hardly any reason to take her to a local hospital or somesuch, especially if the droid turned out not to be their only opponent.

 

Still, the event had apparently turned Onderin's calm crowd into a cheery one that was bringing them drinks, so it at least appeared that the tension was gone, as was the danger. He looked at Hartel--or, he supposed, Ordo--and nodded his appreciation. "Thanks for the help, Mandalore," he said. "Hopefully we can finish these talks in relative peace."

 

Once the Mandalorian had sat down again, Onderin continued. "Like the Onderonian woman said, there are a few points of concern about your terms," he said. "I need to know what the Republic giving you this world would entail as its government would concern. The Republic upholds freedom and democracy, and I don't know enough about the Mandalorians to know how this will figure into your plans. Also, I'd like more details on what the Republic is gaining out of this--what kind of force would we be able to summon and how often?"

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The base was fast approaching a workable unit. Mandalorians surged the grounds with their strength and vitality, their pride fueling the growing machine of war. It wouldn't be long before they would need it and it wouldn't be too long before the Mandalorians once again claimed their rightful place in this galaxy once more. Vihk sat upon a particularly comfortable chair, grinning and resting from an entire day of practically nothing but fierce work and constant interaction with the rest of the camp. Although he wanted badly to sleep, he was wide awake with fierce heartbeats prolonging his wakeful vigilance; as was the rest of the camp it seemed. The old Mandalorian could still hear sounds of armor as it bashed together and swords as they clanged in their attempts at rending their opponents asunder.

 

It was at least a day or so since Vihk had sent the group to fetch Mandalore and he began to worry of their success due to lack of communications, but as Vihk lay upon his cot, thinking of it all, a call came in on his comm. Speak of the devil he thought as his expression seemed a little brighter...

 

Begin Comm:

 

"Sir, we are at the indicated place of rendezvous, but Mandalore is not here... What should we do?"

 

End Comm:

 

Vihk brushed his chin for a chance of insight, but it didn't seem to help as he let his arm fall to the side. All of his muscles protested simultaneously as he came up from the chair to answer the comm message, but it was his duty and as such pain meant nothing. The old Mandalorian winced once, but ultimately stifled the biting annoyance as his hand numbly flailed towards the small device. Vihk thumbed the small little button indicating the initiation of his speech, but it took him a moment still to respond as the full potency of his sore muscles sunk in.

 

Begin Comm:

 

"I will send a message to him, until then you are to remain there and out of sight. If I hear that so much as one of you has attacked, looked at, smelled upside or even grab assed at one of the Iziz citizens, I will personally run through the drexls to put a damn blaster bolt in your head. Do I make myself perfectly clear or do I need to repeat myself?" The pain in Vihk's shoulder started to puncture his words, but he used this method with his troops anyway. You can't coddle them; tough love is really the only way to earn respect from a Mandalorian... "Good" Vihk finished as he grumbled under his breath.

 

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"OK... Now to find Joreel's comm signal. I think the comm tower may be my best bet in this case." Vihk mumbled slightly to himself as he regrettably stumbled out of his bed, fatigue finally starting to hit him. The Old Mandalorian's heart finally reached normal paces, but he pushed on toward the tower facility and logically moved his way toward Mandalore's comm signal.

 

Begin Comm:

 

"Mandalore, this is Vihk. We have started assembling ourselves as you ordered and my clan of Ordo has joined with Bralor and the other assembled remnants. We have sent for an envoy to take you back to our camp and when you are ready they should be waiting for you on the outskirts of Iziz. They should be staying out of sight like I ordered, but if they aren't please deal with them. Again this is Vihk at Mandalorian Base Camp signing out"

 

End Comm

 

Let's hope he get's the message, Vihk thought to himself as he stumbled even further all the way back to his cot, collapsing upon its welcoming, but frigid surface.

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Mandalore was not surprised his use of the Force had effectively killed the droid, and with the aid of Onderin the two made short work of the droid. For Mandalore he felt a symbolism, Leaders of their prospective factions, combining forces to take on one threat. Ordo could not have hoped for better fortune in that regard, though the loss of consciousness in Onderin's companion was worthy of some grief. Mandalore helped his soon to be ally to get his companion in a comfortable position for when she would wake from the stun bolts the droid had shot her with and when completed. She was set down gently and then the Mandalorian had tome to observe the rest of their current environment.

 

Mandalore looked about the room at this point to see cheers from the people who had once been outraged by the pact he had proposed. Mandlore smiled inside but in the end he chose to make sure they were marshaled out of the VIP room.

 

”œThank you all,”

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The Countess, standing aside in the whole ordeal with the droid, refused to let herself be marshelled out. Instead, quietly retreated to a corner of the room with her manservant, her eyes all daggers pointed at the Mandalorian's throat. The ordeal with the droid finished, he made a mental note to find out who or what sent it and report to the master. She bit her tongue, listening to a pretty speech, then after the Mandalorian finished, stepped forward again.

 

"Another fine decision of which you have no right to make. Sovereignty on this planet belongs here in Iziz. We should not have to answer to foreign interlopers, nor does the Republic have the right to barter away our planet to these Neo-Crusading monsters." Her glare, still pure venom, turns to the Admiral. "Our represnetation in the Republic's Senate is through Iziz, and Iziz, our city is Onderon. If you were better than the Empire you would not be so quick to barter away our chance at self rule, merely being "represented" in the councils of an admitted One Despot who sits like interloper in our jungles, squatting? All this for shakey military aid? You have no right without the call of the Senate, and even then, do you want to be known as the admiral who would barter away a planet to these savages?"

 

Her glare continues, and she steps forward, slamming her hand down on the table between the two. "Let them have any other planet in the Republic, but do not think we will stand for being traded away like some piece in a Dejarik game... or are you no better than the Empire?"

 

The manservant quietly stood in the corner the whole time, hands tucked under his arms, looking pensive and staring at the floor, doing his best to conceal the active comm, recording and transmitting this information, from Onderin's concerns, to Ordo's pretty speech.

In Italy for thirty years under the Borgias they had warfare, terror, murder, bloodshed - but they produced Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci, and the Renaissance. In Switzerland they had brotherly love, 500 years of democracy and peace, and what did that produce? The cuckoo clock.

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All went quiet, releasing Luna from the pain which engulfed her mind. She pulled her face from the cold floor upon which she had laid, realizing the ordeal was now over. Smoke now erupted from the trash chute, telling tale of what had happened. Luna pondered if the droid had been behind the previous attack or if this was mere coincident, and if it had been the previous attack, who was the true culprit. 'Who was the droid's Master?'

 

Rising fully to her feet, she too stayed when the others were ushered outside the room. She stayed not of concern for the talks, but to tend to Aira and watch Onderin's back. Having one of the Cantina bring forth water and a hand-cloth, Luna tended to Aira and whatever wounds she may have acquired when shot by the blaster. She couldn't help but over hear the conversation, but payed little heed to what was discussed until the noblewoman appeared and spoke out once again.

 

"Why not share the bloody planet?" Luna finally spoke up, stroking the young girl's hair as her gaze caught sight of all three. She did not care whether her words were acknowledged or not, but she was growing tired of hearing the old hen squawk. "I understand the Mandalorians claim to Onderon and Dxun, as it's unusual atmosphere provides excellent defenses. And not to mention the known history they share with this planet. But we must not forget the people of Iziz."

 

She paused a moment, letting her words attempt to calm the three parties and set upon their minds before she continued.

 

"I say allow the Mandalorians to have Onderon and Dxun, but in return, allow Iziz to stay within the Republic as an ambassadorial outpost."

 

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"Maybe my Master stands incorrect, her Miralukian abilities only able to see the Force that resides within a being." Rose spoke as she took a seat opposite Van Isel. "However. My Master has no authority within the Jedi Order, and therefore can not authorize something as such."

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