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Kal'ak walks into the Cantina/arena Carying his things. "I'm ready when you are." He said.
((Sorry I've been gone. My computer died a couple days ago. I'm on my Grandma's right now.))
"Yeah, on my way," She answered, gathering up her supplies that she scattered.
"Oh, and I have no ship. I guess I'm going to have to mooch off you," She told Raj'el, tucking her supplies into her belt pouches. "And you." She turned to Kal'ak. "When you get your new arm, keep it lightweight yet deadly. "
"Keep your head wrapped. Change the bandages at least twice a day, and keep the wound clean." Solus handed Talos a rool of clean bandages. "I don't want you coming to me with an infection or in need of stitches. I'm not known for my gentleness when it come to that."
"All right, now let's fly out. We got a Jetti to slay."
((Okay, I think I covered everyone...))
Kal'ak nodded in agreement and grinned behind his helmet. Talo looked at the thing he had on his back "Whats that?" he asked. "Its a very big gun." Kal'ak said, rather seriously.
He looked at Raj'el "So, were's this ship of yours?"
"It's docked across the way, quite illegaly I might add. I hate paying docking fees, and the Taris authorities aren't very persuasive. Folow me. I hope one of you has the room for a passenger, because I don't. My bounties are always dead"
:His cloakshape fighter, the Death from Behind, barely had enough room for him.:
"I got room for 3 extra on the Shadow Hand" Replied Talos. "Who's coming with me?"
(it'll be a while before you find me. see ya then! 
)
"I hate chosing things like this." Kal'ak said, "You choose, and I'll take whatever's left."
"Solus can come with me then I guess." Talos turned to the arena exit. "C'mon!" he yelled over his shoulder.
"It makes more sense that i go with Raj'el anyways, I need a new arm." Kal'ak said, "Could we get a move on? I want to kill him soon, and my things are getting slightly difficult to carry."
"Well, I guess I have no choice." Solus put her helmet back onto her head, turning to Raj'el. "You just find him a good surgeon, all right?"
She turned and followed Talos, straighting her packs on her waist.
"Then again...it needs to be attached. I should be able to track the jedi. I bugged his armor before he left." Kal'ak said, an almost undetectable undertone of anger laced his voice. He would have his revenge, and no one could stop him.
Walking up the landing ramp that led to the Shadows Hand, Talos commed Kal'ak and told him that he would meet him, and Raj'el in Sector 5. Reaching the cockpit he started a pre-flight check list.
They had taken off only minuets earlier. Kal'ak stood on the bridge, he had already put his things in his new quarters. Now all he had to do was wait.
Talos started up the engines, and then Shadows Hand, sliped out of the planet hanger with hardly a sound.
Reaching the Hanger bay of the Insurrection, Talos sliped it in and docked.
Shortly after that they jumped to hyperspace.
Kal'ak was sitting on his cot, he opened his foot locker and pulled out a data pad. he began to navigate through it. His helmet was next to him, and tears began to run down his face, as he looked at the contents.
:Raj'el takes his passenger up to his ship, the Insurrection, a Hapan nova class battle cruiser crewed entirely by various models of droids. When they exit his fighter, the Forgotten Darkness, an HK-52 assassination/protocol droid is waiting to escort his companion to his quaters.:
(I had to post that, otherwise everyone would just spontaeneously end up on my ship. Here's what's next)
:Raj'el sits calmly in front of a computer terminal on the bridge. trying to get a lock on the Jedi's efflux trail. Two early model YVH hunter killer droids gaurd the only entrance. Many astromech droids are running various diagnostics and programs, keeping the ship running. A lone HK-49 droid stands behind Raj'el, it's external armor pllating remodelled to follow a Mandalorian Pattern.:
(Now we wait for him to tell us what direction to point ourselves in.)
"So...this Jetti better show himself soon. I don't want to have to go on a wild Nuna chase," Solus said, sitting in the co-pilot's seat of Talos' crusier, examining a gloveless hand.
"Anyway, you need help? Anything cleaned, moved, pressed?" Solus asked, pulling her glove back on. "I know hyperspace can get rather long and boring. Besides, I want to pull my weight around since I'm traveling with you."
:Raj'el picks up his ships hailing frequency.:
"You don't have to travel alone out there. I have plenty of docking space, and accomodations as you wish them. And a first-rate, complimentary to mandalorians armory."
:Raj'el transmitted his docking codes over tight beam.:
To Solus: naw...I think I'll be ok
Hearing Raj'el's message he replied:"lets do a short jump to empty space, then well dock ok? I want to get away from hear, just incase that Jedi set some kind of trap....."
Kal'ak waled over to the bridge, "How long will it be until the arms ready?" he asked "I cant wait to have two hands again."
"Oh yeah. Forgot about that. You want a hand, or something to kill things with? TM-48 can build anything you want."
"Thanks, i'll go tell im the specifacations," Kal'ak turned and walked off, then gave the droid the specifacations for his arm.
farther away than before, Jodo Kast, listening in to the converstation taking place by his attackers, realizes that he must get rid of his armor, the last remnants of his father, or else he'll kill his friends. or...he could destroy the bug and take off in his customized Delta-7 Aethersprite Jedi starfighter, nicknamed the "Lightspeed" by Jodo, with R5-D7, after all, they didn't know about the cloaking device on his starfighter, or of the planet he was going to. with no way to track him and only his droid with him in the small craft, he was unstoppable. he walked up to the cockpit where his bounty hunting partner Krado was piloting and communicating via intercom with Noro Cuman, the mechanic and nephew of his former Jedi Master. it would be hard to separate from them for even a day, much less as long as it took to outrun or stop their pusuers, but he would have to. he had already found the bugs in his armor and tossed them into the empty space. he had already programmed the coordinates into his starfighter and gotten R5 and a few of his things situated. now was the hard part. saying goodbye to his 2 closest friends in the whole galaxy. he took a deep breath and walked into the cockpit...
a few hours later, after explaining the situation and his plan. he was taking off in the Lightspeed with R5 and headed to uncharted places...
(yeah, you're never gonna find me...)
(stop listening to us,) "were bugged, he knows what we say." Kal'ak said, "Raj'el, tell them to dock, now." he then typed a message on one of the screens, it said, I know where he is, I know where he is going. Raj'el looked at him oddly, questioning his words. He goes to Dahgoba. (dont even argue jodo. i had a third bug inplace, you dont know where it is, i wont tell you. but it moves.)
"Docking now" said Talos. The Shadows Hand sliped into larger ships hanger
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