Ronet Farr

*Ronet continued his reply to Obi-Quiet's earlier comm.* "I supposse I'll have to wait for your return then. Be careful, those Tuskens can be pretty nasty to the unwarry I hear." *The comm clicked off from Ronet's end.*

Hm... wrong alias, eh?

I'm quite glad that the capture went well. You will find your credits waiting in cash when you arrive with the bounty.

"Negative. Jaster is not important and will be dealt with when the time comes by appropriate measures. Scando will also be awarded appropriately when the time comes. Continue on with your assignment and report back when you have information."

*Ronet lifted himself up and swiped the baton off the ground in the process. He watched Rane show off with his blaster before resholstering it. He deactivated the baton and handed it back to the bounty hunter.* "That I do. If you're ever in need of employment, be sure to come by. We could allways find a position for someone of your talents."

*Feeling himself being pulled down as well, Ronet resisted for only a moment, hoping the grip would break and he'd be freed, before going down with him and swinging up a knee aimed to land against his opponents solar plexes. As Rane landed, he was suddenly trying to reverse the direction momentum had been carrying them a moment before. The bounty hunter appeared to have lost his grip on the stun baton in mid fall and Ronet had immediatly put it out of his mind since it was no longer a threat, however it occurred to him as he was being swung towards Rane's right that perhaps he had not lost control of the stun baton after all. He still had some manueverability in his half down state and pushed off with his left hand, releasing the bounty hunter's wrist and throwing it out to the side to catch himself and provide a support to resist the direction he was being pushed. His hand came down and he glanced at the stun baton underneath his body.* "Smooth."

*Ronet identified both attacks coming towards him and easily made the choice to avoid the more devastating of the two blows. He blocked Rane's stun baton off to the left, grabbing hold of his wrist to maintain control of that hand and the weapon it weilded. He latched tight to that as the punch caught him squarly just below his eye and to the side of his nose. His head rocked away from the blow and it took most of his focus to maintain his hold so that the stun baton would not come into use against him as well. Regaining his train of thought as he stumbled slightly from the blow, he squared his feet and pulled on the hand he had ahold of, throwing out his right hand off to his side to help direct Rane's body, and subsequently his feet, over his own outstreched leg to try and throw him.*

*Ronet leapt back as he saw the stun baton activated and swung at him. Despite his efforts, the extended reach of the weapon did glance against his body. The shock rippled outwards from the point of contact, however only lasted a brief few moments due to the length of contact. Ronet reflexively dropped his rear hand down to his side for a moment as he circled just outside of Rane's extended reach. Taking his origional stance again, he began teasing the invisible line between them that marked the point where Rane could hit him and where he could not. Trying to get the bounty hunter to commit himself to an attack so that he could avoid it, then step in to attack and block the hand weilding the baton away from him.*

*Moving out a bit from the arena walls, Ronet faced Rane in a loose boxing-like stance. Closing distance an appropriate space, he launched a round kick with his lead left leg aimed at Rane's head followed up by a lead jab to the same spot and a rear hand uppercut aimed for his gut, designed to try and take the wind out of him.*

*Ronet lifted himself of the railing he had perched himself before and eyed the newcomer a moment before approaching him.* "You and I appear to be the only normal people around here, everyone else are these freak Force users. You don't look so tough, but what do you say you and I go a couple of rounds and show them them a couple of 'normal guys' aren't the wimps they expect us to be."

*Ronet Farr entered the arena and paused to look around. Moving towards the edge of the viewing gallery, he waited for an arrival.*

*Ronet Farr's ship dropped out of hyperspace and set into a holding pattern as he waited for the Hutt's ships to join them and indicate where it was that he was needed. Absently he began scanning local broadcasts and caught bits and pieces about some army destroying Mos Eislyey. Perhaps, he thought, that was what they had referred to that they wanted him to help take care of. However if it wasn't, he had no intention of doing anything. He wasn't paid to waste his time with the innocent.*

*Ronet gathered her lightsaber and any other weapons she had on her (OOC: not sure what you had) and fit them into a metal box about a foot and a half long by a half foot by eight inches. Slipping the box down next to him he looked at the controls. They were just now coming up on Coruscant.* "We'll be there in a few minutes Master Obi-Quiet." *Reaching for the controls he dropped them out of hyperspace.*

OOC: Sorry, wrong alias.

*Once safely in hyperspace Ronet turned around in his chair to face Obi-Quiet.* "I'll need to have your weapons now, before we reach Coruscant and go to meet Mr. Daisaku, so if you'll please..." *He held out his hand, ready to take her lightsaber and any other weapon she might be carrying.*