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As Jazce's teams moved through their daily routines the man himself wandered down through CoreSec's planetary HQ to the Chief Clerks office. It was still early in the day so the man shouldn't be so cafed up as to be nigh unintelligible but it was late enough that he'd had his caf and wouldn't be nigh impossible to deal with. Knocking the CoreSec Lieutenant waited for a vaguely human bark and pushed on in. "Morning Chief. I believe you had some Reports on recent activity for me didn't you?" The Chief Clerk eyed him grumpily for a second, as if to say 'I got enough work on my plate without you pompous Coruscant office-types coming into MY station and poking your noses in MY Agent's investigations.' Unfortunately the Chief had direct order's from Coruscant to do just that. "Two incidents. We have teams on one. The first was an explosion outside a hospital that resulted in many casualties. We're still tallying damages. Added to that the hospital had a hostage situation going on inside which led to another blast and the Hostage-takers escaping. A real mess with some Jedi involvement. More detailed report in this." Jazce nodded as the old man chucked him a datachip. That situation sounded quite the mess. Especially with Jedi involved. "Best to steer clear of Jedi old son. What about the second?" Suddenly the Chief seemed to be grinning slightly, with no small amount of mischief about him. not a good sign if Jazce said so himself... Which he did. "Pirates. A request has been put forward to CoreSec to assist with a Pirate situation. 'Civilians' asking for aid outside of our jurisdiction. Here is a datapad with the details and a contact number. Short and simple." Jazce nodded, if civilians were asking for CoreSec aid outside of the jurisdiction the answer was obvious. But Jazce would have some manners and get back to them. Looking up the primary contact for the Operation he connected his wristlink to the stations comms hub. Little did he know that the Chief had actually doctored the Log to not mention they were actually Jedi too. "Miss Alluyen. This is Agent Leife of CoreSec, I believe you had a request to make of us and recieved a poorer answer than you hoped. I would like to meet you so that I can hear you out myself."

A single freighter appeared from hyperspace over Corellia. The pilot within, one Jazce Leife was an agent of CoreSec responding to a call for aid. Of course Jazce didn't really know what it was about. And chances are it wasn't as vital as any of the Cases they were conducting to chase down the Galactic Terrorists. But Jazce felt that even the little cases needed attention. Hence why he'd come so promptly. Taking his ship down to the local CoreSec HQ he registered with the Chief Clerk there. That would be the man to co-ordinate everything with. The Chief usually was.

The Everready stormed down a gigantic blue-lit tunnel slash funnel thing, blasting through hyperspace for a specific destination.

Jazce grunted as he moved up the landing ramp of the Everready. With what felt like the hundredth Ysalamiri happily sucking away on the provided nutrient frame. The CoreSec agent hadn't gotten around to acquiring any back-pack frames yet but he had a few ideas. Being the Stormtrooper he was he understood the tactical necessity of keeping one of his most vital assets protected. This was just such an asset. He would work out a way to keep it in as much cover and concealment as possible without undermining its tactical value. Loading the last of, at his count a dozen Ysalamiri onto the Everready Jazce ensured the nutrient frames and other Ysalamiri care products were all safe and secured and none of his critters were likely to go rolling around on takeoff. It was time he returned to the real world. Find out how CoreSec was doing in the war on the bad guys. Nodding to HK as the droid did pre-flights and worked on the nav. Waiting for the word Jazce powered up engines, shields and weapons and brought the ship onto her repulsorlifts. Before, on the word, smoothly taking her into flight, up up and away from the densely metallic jungle of Myrkr. Whereupon he reactivated comms and sensors. Deciding to wade through the backlog of messages in hyperspace he sent a quick comm to HQ just before he hit the switch that made those stars extend to magical starlines...

Jazce was for the moment resting inside the Everready. After several days of collecting Ysalamiri and fighting off vornksyr, not all of which he'd come out of unscathed by the painful scars trailing his right side, he'd needed a short break and a sleep. Now thoroughly refreshed he stood back up, gathered together his now much used gear again and descended to the surface again. Securely locking the ship behind him and leaving HK to protect it and its precious already collected cargo. He had more work to do.

Like a shot from a rust gun the Everreay appeared from hyperspace above the planet Myrkr. Looking down on the world Jazce frowned. It was dangerous going down there without support or informing HQ. But it needed to be done. And quickly. Force Users were growing out of hand in the Galaxy. Committing atrocities and massacres in every other Sector. Myrkr held the key to stopping all that. Even though his sensors were all but useless due to the highly metallic nature of Myrkr's flora Jazce had a relatively good idea from various reports where was the best location on planet for him to go to get what he needed. Ysalamiri. Quickly taking his ship down he landed in a relatively decent sized clearing Remarking on a strange experience he had had descending ot the surface. A sudden shiver as he descended through the atmosphere. A shiver that seemed to leave him that little bit slower, the world a little less colourless and his sense's a little duller. How odd. Gearing up he gathered all the equipment he would need. He'd planned ahead having HK pick up some Quartermaster supplies from HQ just before they'd left. He had all the necessary harvesting gear and also the gear he would need for his personal protection. HK too had been modified slightly. His targeting, visual and audio units were changed to address any adverse affects the jungle's trees would have on his system. FInally. Everything ready. Droid armed as well Jazce opened the hatch to his ship and descended the ramp. Closing the hatch behind him after setting the ships auto-laser to target anything fitting the profile of a vornskr and to send out an alert to. All that being done the former Antarian Ranger turned CoreSec agent moved into the jungle. A place he'd once called home. It was definitely not the same jungle. But it still wasn't his enemy.

Jazce turned to look at the slumped form of Quarter. He was pretty sure he'd gotten all the useful information out of him that he could. Shrugging his shoulders to loosen them a little he reached for his blaster. To HK sitting in the cockpit the screams had stopped three point four-five minutes ago. At the sound of a single blaster shot he knew what had occurred. All viable and valuable information had been extracted and the target eliminated for security purposes. Jazce had given him careful instructions about what to do. Up here, above the Galactic Plane it wouldn't be hard to get rid of the body with little chance of it ever being found. The droid programmed in the next destination then stood. It would be required to clean up the mess in the hold. Jazce looked at the mess that was all that was left of the Zabrak terrorist, Chris Quarter. Moving to a fresher unit he quickly scrubbed himself done. Cleaning himself of all traces of his one-time subject before gathering his weaponry even as HK entered the hold. "Co-ords in?" A single nod. Glowing red eyes locked on the corpse. "He gave me quite a bit of interestin information on Tengu. Seems our friend isn't quite the innocent businessman he said he was. Which is good. I'm gonna shoot him the next time I see him. Scratch me an itch. Lets get this mess out the hatch and vaporised." Less then half an hour later Jazce watched HK completely destroy the body with the ship's Quad laser cannons. Mission Accomplished. Time for Phase Two. Hitting a few keys and pulling a lever the Everready, now under its real tags flicked into hyperspace.

Somewhere in the depths of space Jazce walked into the hold of the Everready. Now free of his armour dressed simply in his civilian clothes with his knuckle dusters on and his blaster at his belt. He'd covered his trail perfectly. Everyone thought Quarter was at Kessel in the old prison colony there. Even the guards had been duped into thinking it when the two agents had escorted a figure onto the Prisoner Transport. It was all to get Jazce some quality alone time with Quarter. That unfortunate being was strapped into a chair being periodically stunned by HK who now that Jazce was here had left off the stunning and returned to the cockpit to keep eyes on things. Arraying a multitude of torture tools on a workstation Jazce laid his own pistol there. Keeping his accessories on though. Turning to his captive he grinned a cold grin and hit a button on his wristpad. Instantly a cold shower began raining on the Zabrak's head, waking him instantly. As the Alien sputtered and gagged in the sudden, freezing deluge Jazce began. "Welcome to my place Quarter. I haven't used this since I was an assassin so forgive me if my tools are a little... Rusty. But don't worry. My skills certainly aren't. We have much to discuss you and I. I want to know about the Senators. I want to know about Tengu and I want to know about you. This time. You really are alone. I can and will keep you here till I get what I want... Or I kill you. Their is no rescue. No-one knows you are here. Talk. Or this gets painful."

Nodding at Fett's departing form Jazce readied his own kit for departure. Making his way back to the Everready he instructed HK to prep the craft for launch as he made his way to his quarters. Pulling out a rather bulky datapad he started putting all the information he'd obtained through the un-networked system designed to sift out keywords and break codes. As that process went under-way he stripped down out of his armour. Changing back to his civilian garb. He ran through the situation they'd just faced in his head. He could have handled it better, but Tengu had clearly been aiming to separate and eliminate. His action's with the physical files hadn't helped his situation. Jazce made sure that if he ever ran into Tengu again he'd keep a close eye on the snake. The CoreSec agent was starting to suspect that Tengu was a bigger piece in this than he played himself to be. Once fully changed he returned to the cockpit. Leaving the datapad to work through the data under HK's ministrations. Gaining clearance to leave... Still as the Rhubarb Jazce lifted off and zoomed off into space. Time to return to HQ it seemed.

Leaving the room he was still in and had been ever since Tengu had seperated them Jazce found Fett. Catching the eye of the other man he shrugged. He didn't know what to make of what just happened either. "Well that was interesting. I think we should follow up on Tengu. Seems more of a catch then Quarter is... Or was." He transmitted the data he'd acquired from the system back to HQ and an instantaneous reaction took place. Somewhere in the galaxy a door would be kicked in and Chris Quarter dragged out of his hole and ferreted to Coruscant.. Just so he didn't try to cry jurisdiction. As pointless as that was. "In an hour or two Quarter won't be an issue anymore I don't think. Recommend we get the hell out of here boss. I got rhubarbs to watch grow and work piling up back at HQ."

At the sound of the Zabraks voice Jazce snorted and unplugged his own datachips. He already had everything on the system anyway if the Zabrak was lying then it wouldn't matter. Chucking the chips into a secure pouch on his kit he signalled Moon Knight that he had everything, then withdrew the virus as a sign of good faith. This Zabrak took too much for granted. He had some odd idea that somehow being in the right would protect him. Right was just a technicality. One this man, whether he be thinking as an Assassin, a Stormtrooper or an Antarian Ranger would happily ignore to get the job done. He didn't believe in red tape. It only hampered the law. "Virus is gone. Hand the files to Moon Knight then we'll be on our way Tengu."

The instant the Justice came online HK tight-beamed a transmission to Jazce moments before bringing the Everready to combat ready. The former Assassin acted instantly upon receipt. His hand flickered and a single muffled stun blast rung out from his pistol, knocking Emman unconscious. Moving swiftly to the butlers side Jazce relieved him of anything and everything of use. Checking the Delight the Agent called up the data from his fly-over and the specs that HK had managed to retrieve before the shut-out he quickly pin-pointed the location he wanted. Swiftly he restrained the butler and swung him over one shoulder with one hand to keep him steady and the other at the ready with his blaster. Moving swiftly through the estate he quickly found what he was looking for. Using the butler's handy dandy access he opened the door into the Control room, no estate boasting turbolaser turrets wouldn't have one. Stunning the men at the panels there who appeared to be simple technicians he set the butler down and got to work. The first thing he did was isolate the panel. He was sure Fett would keep Tengu from accessing any external controls but if he did his job right.. Which he usually did this room was in control of the estate. Then he moved to take control of comms and deactivate the targeting mechanisms for the big guns, that done he alerted HK to keep careful track of Taris Local. Wouldn't do to have them interfere. With landlines blocked and the estates own comm system in his control. As an afterthought he pulled out the Delight and thumped a virus into the system. Now whenever anyone tried to access it they would get a message that read, "I was 501st. Nostaligia isn't my thing though. I prefer efficiency. Donovan on the other hand was on Chandrila and was all too happy to tell me that Quarter was the man I needed. PS Taris Police aren't coming. And your staff are restrained." Unless of course they had the Delights encoding. Doubtful. A similar virus wiped clean the programming in all comm devices the Delight hadn't connected too within the radius. Their were probably a few confused civilians out there but he could live with that. "I like manners too. And protecting a murderer is just plain rude." He muttered to himself as he linked the Estate datanets with several blank chips to begin an upload of anything and everything even as he sent a transmission to Fett, "I'm in control of this estate Boss. Do what you need too."

"Rhubarb actually." Jazce spoke up for the first time since entering the room. He took the other seat offered and moved his rifle around so it wouldn't get caught up in the chair or mark it, it was also now conveniently to his front instead of his rear. Best not to take chances really. "What you don't believe Stormtroopers work in the fields like any other old joe? I'm a little insulted." Leaning forward he eyed Tengu even as he tapped a few buttons on the Delight. "As for Quarter we want to talk to him because we have a mutual friend. I met him on Chandrila, said Chris Quarter was the man to talk to about getting stuff 'hand'led. Most people like to get stuff done and done proper they do it themselves right?" He shrugged and leaned back in the chair, their was something odd here. Very odd. Watching Tengu carefully he kept switching light spectrums in his helmet. He wasn't sure what he was looking for but a persistent... Almost forceful feeling in the back of his head told him that something wasn't right. "Then again we aren't most people. Mandalorians are famous, it isn't for their manners... Or patience. Me? I'm very much the former Stormtrooper my helmet and armour suggests I am with all the monikers that bring with it. Manners are definitely not our strong suit. But theirs no need to be hostile about any of this. We work for an organisation that calls itself Core Worlds Security. As for our ships. Taris isn't your yard, we are a little pressed for time and he already told you our names. Now you said you know something about old mate. Please, enlighten us."

Following Commissioner Fett through the complex Jazce couldn't help but admire the architecture of the place. Its almost likes its from... Another galaxy. He thought. using his helmet's visual enhancers to inspect his surroundings. Mentally noting down anything he found particularly interesting. It must have cost him a fortune though. From everything we've seen of this guys legit activities he is loaded... But this loaded? He spent more on that wall than the Everready cost post-mod Some people were definitely extravagant. Some people were definitely security conscious. But their was just too much about this guy that didn't add up. Jazce was almost positive their was something going on here that as a lawman he wouldn't like. He'd spent years as an assassin... And this sort of set-up reeked of the sort of men he'd dealt with both on the credit end and the killing end. Following Fett into the rather ostentatious room that appeared to be used as an office, though with the in your face grandeur of this place it was hard to tell. As Fett spoke he did a quick visual scan of the room, making sure to check it in multiple spectrum feeds. Finally he returned to a normal visual and looked at the Zabrak. He assumed Mr Tengu. A cold tingle started in his spine and Jazce had to suppress a shiver. Definitely fishy. He thought, having learned to trust his instincts over the years. Though it did appear he might need to do the talking. Fett jumping straight to the punch was exactly what they'd come to do... But if this Tengu was as slippery as Jazce thought him to be, Chris Quarter was someone who's name would ring alarm bells. Especially when Mandalorians and Farmers came to call.

As Fett's ship began to descend towards the hardtop Jazce conducted one final flyover of the estate. Using his ships superior scanners to sweep it one last time before he followed suit and landed. Leaning back in his cockpit jut after touching down he released a slow breath. The last twenty-four hours had been crazy. He had the feeling the next weren't going to be much better. Turning to HK he prodded the droid. The droid. Who Jazce had never heard talk yet seemed always able to communicate its intent to him clear as day simply stared. "HK... I'd probably be dead if not for you... So lets not start slacking now. Keep her warm and ready for anything. Also fire up the slicing gear and get fingers into everything. I want to know everything this Tengu guy has on his own networks plus the local Security ones. Especially Ground Control. If anything happens they'll know about it first." Never comfortable with emotions the ex-Ranger simply settled for gruff instead before he donned his armour, once again looking like a Scout Trooper who'd fallen down a muddy hole filled with trees and grass, but with the some excellent modifications made. Stepping out he checked the Delight. The estate wasn't far and Hk was already kicking in results. This guy is loaded! Who uses turbolasers to protect an estate? Heck if he isn't involved in our case we could probably find him with fingers in a dozen others. Getting in touch with the estate shortly after Fett did he introduced himself as an farmer from Reytha and an associate of Moon Knight. Let em chew on that. He thought, breathing deep the filtered air of his helmet. QUite thankful he didn't have to breath the stench of yet another city-world. Linking the Delight back to the Everready he quickly found Fett and made his way over. Setting his Gunshop-made rifle in its quick-release holster on his back and checking the rest of his kit to make sure he was ready. Coming up to the Commissioner, Jazce nodded and spoke, "Ready when you are. I've got eye and ears open and a back-up plan in the books if we need to extract in a hurry. Also... This place is armed. I counted at least four massive energy bundles on my fly-over.. Rating suggested they were either powering a whole lot of shielding and laser turrets or three or four turbolasers. Not the big batteries they use on Cruisers but enough to give us a headache if they try and shoot at us."

Like a rock in the face the Everready popped out of hyperspace above the city-planet of Taris. The old freighter was welcome about as much as a rock in the face too. Thankfully it wasn't running under its traditional colours. Right now anyone who scanned the Everready would get a freighter called the Rhubarb out of Reytha. It was the name and registration he'd been running for a while now and was soon to be retired. Conducting a quick scan of the system as he bantered with Taris Ground Control he picked up literally hundreds of ships in orbit. Lucky for him his sensors were highly modified with a number of complimenting systems interlinked with them. In fifteen minutes he managed to carve that list down quite a distance simply by ship type. Armament and cargo. If he knew a Mandalorian the way he knew Stormtroopers they would be flying the heaviest piece of armour with guns attached to it that could and still stay airborne. Subtlety was only for those without superior firepower. Was something the Mandalorians probably said to their kids when training them on how to shoot people. The flying tank however was not far off, he found doing one what appeared to be fly-bys over one of the cities. Pushing down into the planets orbit Jazce quickly moved to the same area, conducting quick transponder check. The Justice. I think that is the one. He thought to himself, thumbing his comm system to direct a keyed transmission straight through to it. If it wasn't CoreSec it would get gibberish that would lose all meaning within ten minutes when Jazce had key changed. If it was on the other hand it was... "Commissioner Fett this is Agent Leife. Pardon the delay their was an... Incident on Coruscant. Shall we land and start finding our suspects?"

"You need Alice's help more then I do Fifteen. I just need an hour with a swab and set of tweezers." He searched for a minute. For words. Even as he did Cassandra got them spaceward and bound for Coruscant. It was time to return to base, restock and start investigating the new targets. This group of Senators and their fund were one such target. Chris Quarter was another. After Coruscant perhaps Taris if they didn't find leads on the Senator group or thier organisation. "Look Fifteen. For a frist mission. Having been partners for a few minutes we did just fine. It was a bad situation with worse intel. We performed above and beyond expectation and with minimal civilian casualties. Sounds good to me. Anyways I'm going to go get cleaned up now." Turning he left the cockpit and made his way back to where his gear was stashed grabbing out some clothing he found some privacy and started working on his injuries. It would probably take a while.

Jazce nodded. He understood completley. This planet was a quickly growing on his nerves. But the other four prisoners... No. He had no need of them. Whatever information could be gleaned off them would be invalid in twenty-four hours. It was the way of troops of their rank and file nature. Besides Donovan had already given them everything and so much more. "I agree. Lets go to the next link in the chain. I've got nothing to say to those four. McNamara can do whatever he wants with them." Taking off his helmet he scratched his chin idly. Resisting the urge to flinsh as his shoulder twinged. He really did need to start applying some proper medical treatment to his injuries. "Well if we're going I may as well strip down and start picking out pieces of grenade. If you don't need a hand cleaning up I'll get to it."

He'd been idle for about ten minutes in the hall, idly leaning back. He'd transmitted a comm through the holonet to HK but so far their had been no response. The Everready was capable of transmitting back if HK decided to contact him. The droid always did have a streak of independence. It was probably why Jazce had gone out of his way to acquire him. Who didn't like a droid that could kill its way through a Stormtrooper section the day before Jazce had gone underground. Rather than see HK get destroyed Jazce had stolen him from Imperial lockup. Even in the midst of all his reminiscing the door to the med bay slid open and out came Cassandra. A little blood-covered. "I see you've been busy. Whats the word?" He pushed himself off the bulkhead, shifting his blaster around in its holster. He was ready to move along with this operation.

As he was cleaning the last of the grime off his armour he reflected on the last few minutes before he had left Cassandra in the 'Medical' Ward. Jazce ensured he growled audibly as Cassandra led Donovan away. If she wanted to play Apple and Stick then he had to keep up the stick whenever Donovan was around. He had 'hulked' and glared at Donovan who had looked somewhat relieved when Fifteen had led him away. He had followed her through the ship to the medical ward and had watched from the door as she had set him down and 'taken care' of him. Though he still didn't believe that even the few fingers that had come here to Chandrilla were operating on their own without some kind of greater guidance. But then again Jazce was somewhat suspcious that Fifteen was about to unleash a world of hurt on Donovan if he didn't talk. Something far far far more brutal than the beating he'd just given the traitor. Judgin by her warning to the faint hearted. Not that Jazce was even slightly faint hearted but he had better things to do than wach torture. Cleaning his armour seemed like a good idea. Bringing his mind back to the present Jazce looked at his armour, the last of the grime was gone. The armour was in severly bad condition. Perhaps even written off. He'd have to get a new set. Perhaps not Stormtrooper armour, he'd have to work on some designs. Regardless after rechecking all his injuries he put it all back on and went back to the Med bay, she was still in there. Not a peep had emerged. He settled down to wait. I wonder how HK is.

At the word immunity Jazce was about to lift the traitor up by the one part he had a grip on. He didn't like the word immunity. Not used by traitors and criminals. As a Stormtrooper immunity only ever bought death and torture of the worst kind. Yet Jazce could still remember a time when he was on Toprawa. An Antarian Ranger who had kindness still in his heart. Long dead. The brutality Jazce had shown here would have horrified that poor naive boy. But it got the job done. Before he could put into action any plans for further inducement he heard Fifteen come up from below to talk to Donovan. Jazce shrugged. To hand Donovan over now was actually a godo thing. He was off-balance, scared and disorientated. By swapping now he might gain brief hope but then they could just swap back... Or Cassandra could introduce the traitor to her medical rooms more interesting toys. "His funeral." Letting Donovan go he moved aside as the man fell over and with a jarring thump, hit the deck. Sometimes. Just sometimes. I love my job. Even if I'm probably going to get called up for brutality later on. In a private comm to Cassandra he spoke his mind. "Fifteen. He's given us nothing good yet. Individual? I don't call this an individual operation. Someone is calling the shots and we need that someone. I'll be with my kit if you need me." Turning he made his way inside the ship to where his kit was sitting. Taking off his helmet he let out a sigh as he breathed unfiltered air again. Once again becoming aware of the pain radiating throughout his body. With any luck they'd be spaceward soon and he could pluck all the grenade fragments ouf ouf his body. It would be a relief. Taking a cloth from his bag he started cleaning the mud and blood from his helmet. Then moving on to the rest of his gear. Leaving it the jungle green cam it normally was.

"Oh goody. Don't worry. I won't use blasters. Don't want to make any holes in your toy." WIth a grin Jazce turned to McNamara. "YMcNamara. Donovan belongs to us now. Don't interfere. You wouldn't like the result." Ignoring any reply the CSF man might have made he walked to the ramp, meeting it as it touched down. No doubt Donovan was panicking inside. Trapped as he was. Jazce didn't want to have to resort to blasters. It could kill Donovan and misfires could cause other issues. Only other option was hand-to-hand. The Ex-Ranger liked that option. Lucky me the DL-88 is a heavy weapon. Almost as good thrown as fired. Heading up the ramp to where the door was opening Jazce found his mark. The grin already on his face turned cold. Good men had died this night because of this scum. The bloodprice would be high. Their was a blaster present on the mans hip. It seemed he would need to be neutralised. "Agent Leaf! I was just loo-" His voice was already high with nerves and probably fear. Regardless whatever pathetic excuse Donovan was making was cut short as a DL-88 Heavy Blaster slammed into his face. Jazce immediately broke into action, like a snake standing one instant, the next striking. Only a few meters seperated them. Not enough for the man to recover from the blaster to the face and pull his own. Even as he reached for it an iron grip fell on his wrist, twisting and pulling the man off balance as another fist. This one ensonced in knuckle dusters slammed with sickening force into the mans stomache. An explosive gasp as air rushed out of Donocan's now terrified lungs as he doubled over. Not that Jazce gave him the time, grabbing the traitors head he pulled his face into a bone crunching right knee that sprayed blood from the now shattered nose and had a few teeth leaving red and white marks to go with the muddied and grimed exterior of his armoured knee. Grabbing the blaster with his spare hand he tore it off the agents belt and chucked it back the way he'd come. Hopefully down the ramp but regardless of where it fell Donovan wasn't getting to it. His other hand had maintained hold of Donovan's head. Otherwise he probably would have fallen. Dragging the face of the now screaming for mercy traitor up to eye level by his hair Jazce shook him till he focused. Not easy as the man was hanging entirely from the grip of one hand by his scalp. He had to be quick about this as much as he'd like to continue the beating shock and terror were his weapons. That and the shattered nose and teeth "Start talking. Where are those ships RVing?" The reply was garbled. Coming out through all the blood and gasping Jazce hadn't expected to be able to understand but that sounded like Rodian. Probably swearing. With a snarl he let the head go. Instantly dropping to the ground Donovan didn't quite make it. Another knee to the midsection and his dusterless hand came up. Grabbing the agent by the throat and slamming him against the bulkhead then moving into a forearm cutoff. "McNamara knows scum. I told him you were mine. You belong to me now. Or maybe I'll hand you over to Cass. The wroth of a woman angered. You want to live you talk. Who is Stonebane and how big is his force?" Loosening his grip so the man could talk whilst gasping all he got was more swearing. Followed by a wad of blood and spit mixed into one. Straight on the faceplate. Which instantly came forward into a bone crunching headbutt which smeared blood and grime over them both. With a snarl he cut off the air and his duster hand came forward into a rib cracking punch. One. Twice. he felt ribs break and shift under his ministrations. But that was only the first stage. When it came to extracting information Jazce knew how to make people talk. It wasn't pretty. His hand going to where no mans hand should go in violence he grabbed. Twisted than pulled. Donovan well and truely screamed. His voice going up. Still pinned against the bulkhead. Now by a different point though. "You have two ribs about to hit lung and if I pull harder you won't be a man anymore Donovan. Start talking. Why did Stonebane come here?" It was useless trying to get him to talk with that much pain going through his head. He was literally about to tear off anatomy. But getting an answer to that question wasn't the point. The point was let him feel the pain. Releasing the pressure sightly but maintaining a firm grip Jazce's voice was quiet and deadly. Cutting through the howling. "Stop screaming like a fairy and tell me what I want to know." Still screaming Donovan finally spoke. "Alright alright I'll talk just stop. Please for the love of god stop." "Your gods not here. I am. Talk. Everything. Now." He hoped Fifteen was getting this through her ships security system.

Jazce couldn't help but wonder if maybe their was more to all this then appearances dictated. It was a well organised strike on a large planetary population. Whilst the local security forces hadn't proven themselves too competent it was still amazing that they hadn't been able to repel a simple band of pirates flying small one and two man vessels. He didn't really expect any of the smaller fish to know either. He hadn't met Cassandra's set of prisoners but his own had all been relatively small fish. Not likely to know any information that would be useful for anything more then twenty-four hours and maybe a bit of information on their organisation. But Donovan, ah dear little Donovan. It seemed he was the traitor. Unfortunately for Jazce he was now in law enforcement and couldn't help but miss the days when he could have just tortured the information out of the little swine. Even if he wasn't. If nothing else he was in a very bad place. Jazce had little doubt that Cassandra would cause great damage to him for being there. Jazce himself had stored a decent amount of kit onboard that ship and if it fell into the wrong hands he would be very upset. Violently violently upset. "Agreed Cass. Do you want the first round or shall I?" Following his partner through the city again he found himself standing once again at the base of the Veritas. Pulling his knuckle dusters out of his webbing he pulled them on. His rifle he'd left on board. But he still had his DL-88. Turning to Cassandra he nodded. "How should we do this?"

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Jazce looked over at Fifteen. Allergic to bacta. Unfortunate and uncommon but most definitely not unheard of. It wa lucky she had access to Kolto really. Most of the people he'd known hadn't been well resourced and had limbs lopped off every now and then and replaced by droid bits. Unplesant. But as for himself he didn't need urgent treatment. He'd taken the biotics to stem infection. The shrapnel he'd need to extract piece by piece later on, the big problem was the shoulder. It would need a bactta patch otherwise he'd lose all mobility in that arm once the muscles cooled. "I just need a bacta patch for my shoulder Cassandra. Somethin to take the edge off the burn. The shrapnel I'll deal with on the flight out. It'll take at least an hour to pick it all out of my front. It'll be messy too, best done with time to play with, if McNamara really has got the guy who sold us out we need to get back and interrogate him for all the information he's worth as soon as possible." Suppressing a wince as a muscle in his shoulder tightened briefly. He'd just seen the droid expertly fix Cassandra's arm so he had little doubt it could patch him up and he wasn't paranoid enough to not accept medical treatment from the droid or Cassandra herself, though with an arm in a sling her doing it would be rather hard. "So have this patch slapped on then lets head on over." A few minutes later a bacta patch secured onto his shoulder, helmet back on and some of the grime cleaned off his armour he made his way back to the HQ, Cassandra somewhere behind him. Entering the pit he looed around until he found McNamara. Alone. Neither of his aids present. So both the most likely traitors were gone somewhere? Not good. If you found a traitor you always kept him close to keep an eye on what he sent off. Or better yet ed him misinformation. Not let him wander around willy nilly. "Whats the deal mate? How many prisoners? Where are they being kept? Most importantly where is my... " Stopping he chucked a look to Cassandra. She probably wanted to interrogate the guy too. She would probably have a different angle to him so it was an idea with merits anyway. "Our new best friend?""