*The Spite comes into view to the mining team, their little flat landing zone still available. The pilot was much more cautious this time and as such allowed the freighter to hover fine for a few seconds before extending the landing gear and putting down. A few seconds later the ramp dropped and Vaulkhar appeared at the top of it shouting towards the miners.*
=Vaulkhar=

*From their hidingplace, Only the captain was wisible. he didnt want his entire team to be seen, if this was a local police trap or something. But seeing vhulkar, he got up, and ran up to the ships close proximity.*

"Not yet, we are still exploring a cave we found, but we have a trail of a spider, witch should take us to its lair, and where it lays the ryll. We should have raw ryll next week, if the lair is not too far, or if we wont become spider feed. Got the supply-s?"

=Vaulkhar=

*Vaulkhar gestured back up the ramp as the crew were unloading several large-ish boxes from the ship.*
You might wanna lend a hand to get everything done in time for a swift departure, not sure what kind of attention we attracted on the approach, hopefully less than last time.
*Vaulkhar walked back up the ramp, not helping to unload what was now five large boxes filled with the supplies the miners would need for the week. He also thought how annoying it would be if the miners were caught in a cave-in.*

-Cpt Dexter-
"Ok boys, you heard the ugly man! To work!"

*The men, all but Buck charged the ramp, starting to unload the crates of food water and whatnot, running with them into the woods... didnt take more then a nice 5-10 minutes and all was unloaded. Good, they will need it to build out a network of supply-s into the caves, so there wont be any problems down there with THAT:.. Spiders might be a problem, but they will handle it when it comes.
When done, Dexter stood beside Vulkhar, and made his situation report.*

"If al goes well, next week we have something to deliver. If we are not here, we are dead. Good hunting for you!"

*Waiting for the others greeting, then he left, with his team running into the woods to pack up, and head into the woods and then the caves...*

=Vaulkhar=

*With all the unloading done Vaulkhar waved the crew back onto the ship and then boarded himself, sealing the airlock behind him. The crew quickly strapped themselves in, now accustomed to the bumpy take-offs and landings on Ryloth. However bucking the trend for this one the pilot managed a smooth take off and exit of the atmosphere away into space.*

*Well beyond the city limits, a lone rider stops his swoop bike at the opening of a massive C-9979 troop carrier. A relic of the Clone Wars, the vessel was used to transport scores upon scores of infantry droids and other military hardware from planet to planet. This particular ship was in the employ of a private contractor, and the rider wasn't about to question how she had obtained it. All that mattered was that it was here now, and that the droids within were his to command.*

=Saria=
So, how exactly are you gonna pay me for all this, Mister...uhhh...

=Harin=
Simply. I'm going to have you hand over the control devices and deliver your payment as per our agreement.

The Zabrak woman rolled her eyes at the suggestion. Of course. While she didn't know her buyer personally, he certainly wasn't the type to deal with pleasantries. It was very much a business affair with him; in all their communications, every word that came from his strange, tension-inspiring voice pertained only to the purchase of the vessel and its contents. And now the day of reckoning had come. Saria had paid attention to the situation; after bypassing the planet's security via cloaking device, she had listened to the HoloNet's reports as the situation in Lessu had gone to the pits. Atoi'kanen had seized control of the Clan Council and ordered each of its members executed in an obvious bid for total control. It prompted her to speak up, even if it meant possibly falling under the Lethan's vocal trance.

=Saria=
Hey, I know it's none of my business, but what exactly are these droids gonna be used for?

*Harin paused. He had not anticipated the woman taking an interest into the affairs of his world.*

=Harin=
You've been paying attention?

=Saria=
Nothing else to do while I sat here for hours waiting for you to make contact.

=Harin=
I see. As you're no doubt aware, Atoi'kanen has seized control of Lessu, and before long he will extend his slimy grip over all of Ryloth. I am not about to see my people suffer more than they have. Nor will I allow his cruelty to go farther than it already has. Me and a few others, strong though we are, cannot hope to topple the Sesk'vati on our own. That is where these machines come into play.

=Saria=
Right. Well, your rebellion's all good and well, but you forgot to account for something...

At this, Saria's pose took a much more aggressive form; her arms folded across her chest, her legs spread to shoulder-width, and her face took on the unquestionable look of a victorious smugness. She spoke in a nonchalant manner, innocently passing her point as though it were nothing.

=Saria=
I know for a fact that Atoi'kanen doesn't like us offworlders anymore, but he'd pay good money to know what's going on against him. Double what you're paying for these toys, I think. And that's just for the information, can you imagine what he'd do with these at his disposal? So I think we need to alter our little arrangement. I'll take...hrm...three times of wha-

She didn't get any warning before the faint snap-hiss was heard. A long, slender blade of bright green energy suddenly protruded from her sternum, and her chest felt as though it would melt. Her body went stiff almost immediately as it convulsed into its final throes, unable to scream for help as the involuntary reaction kept her tongue rigid. All she could do as her world faded was take in sharp breaths, much as a canine would do in her situation. Her body stopped. Her thoughts stopped. The only thing signaling that the Zabrak woman was still alive at all was her panicked inhalations.

But in time, that stopped too.

*Harin turned away as her vibrations stopped entirely, drawing the blade out and letting the extortionist witch fall to the ground before examining it with a strange awe. A lightfoil. Similar to their stronger cousins used by the Jedi and popular among the Tapani nobles, specialized for Form II combat, and fully usable by those unable to touch the Force, much like Harin. It was a useful weapon to have; quick, precise, elegant, and easy to hide. The stupid girl hadn't suspected a thing. Deactivating it and hiding it in his robes, Harin once again became a simple traveler.

A simple traveler now in command of a small mechanical army.

Bending down to snatch the control device from the Zabrak's dead hands, Harin punched in a few specialized commands as his head raced. If his calculations were correct (as they always were), they would be at the city gates just in time for the final stages of Harin's plan. His face pulled upward to form a grim smile as he once again mounted his swoop bike and sped back towards Lessu.

Everything wasn't going as he had forseen; the Force was beyond him. But everything so far had indeed gone as he had planned.*

*The captain raised his hand in greeting towards the bossman.*

"Hey. We are getting closer, found an abbandoned nest down in the caves, harvested what we could. Good Three kilo-s pf product. But we are getting closer."

*One of the mercs is walking back with a supply crate marked with red paint "X", and lays it down in the cargobay.*

"Next week, we should have more, with some luck."

*3 Kilo-s of uncut glitter.*

*Two of the crew take the crate from the miners and load it in the cargo hold, the important stuff gets a constant two man guard for the duration of the trip.*
=Vaulkhar=

*The Captain of the Spite walked back up the loading ramp as it closed and soon the Dynamic-class freighter was soaring up into the atmosphere and out into space.*

Wade picked himself up off the floor where he had landed when Fel pulled out of the dive a little faster than he had predicted. He hadn't bothered to take a seat when they went into evasive maneuvers, and so had been forced to the ground by the G's inherent in the last big maneuver Fel had pulled. Most people would consider him insane for staying standing during that kind of flying, but he always got nauseous when he was forced to be stationary while a machine did all the moving for him. Case in point, being strapped to a chair while Fel rolled and twisted through combat.

Walking up between Fel and Wrench, Wade reached up and grabbed the edge of a panel near the ceiling to steady himself as he kept his eyes peeled on the terrain, looking for that parking space. After only a few minutes, he spotted it. "There." He said, pointing to a natural land bridge down a valley slightly to port. The ground beneath it was flat and open enough for both ships, and the bridge itself would shield them from scans and prying eyes. "Make sure you don't set down in the handicapped zone."

YT-1300 Stocklight Freighter, Millennium Eagle - Cockpit

Myranda's had better days, and certainly less hectic ones. She also wished she would learn to shut herself up so that she wouldn't keep getting so annoyed with herself whenever she's right about the Calm before the Storm. She had enjoyed working and repairing the Eagle, and then she had to think that the enjoyable moments are so short lived. She hated being right about these kind of things. When the other Force-User had gone to take over the guns of the heavily modified freighter, she took up position as co-pilot, while Jace flew the ship in.

It was funny though, how everyone but the actual owners of the vessel seemed to be flying it ever since they met up with Fel. On the other hand, it made sense to do so. Sam was incapacitated, Aoife never flies the ship, and Myranda's skills are only acceptable, and even then barely. She was better as co-pilot and ground hugging. She was a fighter and a soldier. She didn't need to utilize the co-pilot's weapons though as Garrek proved a remarkable marksman. I only hope the battle wasn't detected.

Without much dialogue with the other Jedi, Myranda set her cold, ember eyes on the surface. From one hell, to another. I wonder if our hidden colony is still here... she locks on the Unfair Advantage and marks out coordinates near to the other vessel for landing. Jace's monitors and the cockpit's viewscreen suddenly lit up with hollow gold squares all in locations around the Unfair Advantage.

"Do you see those?" Myranda pointed to the squares on the viewscreen. "You can land in any of them..."

*Jace watched as Fel's ship began to slow down, following suit before stopping behind them on the right. Just then, little golden squares popped up on the viewport showing where to land. Lowering the power to the repulsorlifts, he brought the freighter down towards one of the designated landing spots. Spinning the ship around, he eased the ship backwards into the opening, bringing it lower and lower before deploying the landing gears. With a final decrease in power to the repulsorlifts, he could feel the ship touch down, followed by a very slight groan from the landing gears as they took on the weight of the ship.

Knowing that this is where the ships would be staying for the time being, he began the procedures which would shut down the metal beast. As he did, he glanced over at Myranda.* "Thanks for the directions. We should be safe in here for the time being. Now, what of Sam? How is he doing?"

*Jace wiped the few beads of sweat from his brow, which had accumulated from the healing as well as the risky dive they had taken. He wondered how many times he would find himself in such positions on such planet, sweating it out while they undertook risky procedures and life threatening battles. He hoped that finding his agent would be swift, and that they could find a job here to justify his claim. If not, he'd pay Fel for the troubles. He just hoped his decision wouldn't put him in a bad light in their captain's eyes.*

*Garrek thoroughly enjoyed Jace's gutsy maneuvering even from the turret seat. Flight was Garrek's ultimate specialty, and he was indeed impressed. He wondered if Jace had a touch of the Force himself, but he figured it was pointless to try and ascertain that now.

Once the ship landed, he unlatched his restraints on the seat, locked the seat back into its dormant state, and powered down the guns. Relieved from the chair, he climbed back down the ladder just in time to see Jace round the corner. He follow him into the adjacent room, where, surprisingly, there was a young woman. Garrek wasn't even aware there were other passengers, and when Jace mentioned the name of someone else, he began questioning how many others were on the ship.

Hoping not to startle the other passengers, Garrek spoke softly at first, his dark blue Jedi garments obviously giving his identity away.* "Is there someone in need of medical assistance?"

Dazac sat, silent as ever, suited up in his armor from head to toe, going through the last of the files, for the third time now. With a heavy sigh he closed them, and then tapped a few buttons on his gauntlet, shutting off the suits external speakers, and setting up a recording. For the most part he ignored the movement of the ship, letting his body react as it would to keep him stable while he spoke. To most the recordings he'd made like this were just inane ramblings of a disturbed man. He himself didn't know why he'd started making them. No one else would ever see them, but they provided a small reprieve, a way to sort out his thoughts, a way to understand.

:My name is Dazac. Just Dazac. No family name...I don't have a family anymore Just a crew. Fel's crew. Who I am...what I am...I probably don't even deserve that. 'Verse knows I'm a ticking time bomb. Don't know when it'll happen, but it will, and I'll go back to how I was before this nightmare life came back to me. Back when I was stupid...insane...didn't care whether I lived or died.

[Deep breathing.]

I've talked before about how I escaped Galen. How thoughts of revenge turned to thoughts of survival until I finally shook him and his monsters off my trail. I tried returning to some semblance of a normal life. Merc work, bounty hunting. Helped me vent the frustration and keep my mind occupied. It lasted right up until my fourth mission on Kashyyyk. That's when Karana showed up, bringing with her the past I thought I'd escaped. I think it was right then that it started. I was reminded that I wasn't invincible, that I bled just like any other...it just took a lot more bleeding on my part to die than it did others.

{A very heavy sigh.]

As days turned to weeks and then months, I rediscovered a part of myself that I hadn't known since-...

That part of me is still here. This annoying concern for others and their well being. Before there had never been concern...before, I hadn't cared. Nothing to win or lose, I'd throw myself against the impossible, because it was there, because it was something to do. Never figured on living this kriffing long. And now, I do have a reason for staying alive. In the people on this ship, I've found something akin to friendship...akin to family. They can't replace what is lost, and I don't want them to. If that happens, it's likely the same fate would befall them...

...I'm gonna kill Galen.:

He shut off the recorder and turned the external speakers on again before removing the helmet. He rubbed his temples, keeping his eyes closed as thoughts continued pouring through his mind. The once annoying orange tint was now unnoticed. Ever since Tatooine, the orange glow had been there, faint but present, its source residing behind his pupils, giving his gaze an unsettling addition.

{ Cargo Hold to the Main Hold, YT-1300 Stocklight Freighter - The Millennium Eagle }

The sounds of heavy metal feet clanking on durasteel flooring can be heard coming from the Cargo Hold. Soon, Garrek, Myranda, and Jace see a slow moving, two meter tall battlesuit lumbering over to them with an awkward gait. Sam was still recovering, but he had chosen not to take a bed, and instead pushed himself to continue functioning. He answered Garrek through the Marauder-X's external speakers, having heard his query, :: I will live, Jace Stealer. And I will see my duty fulfilled. You fly my ship admirably, you have my thanks, once again. ::

He then turns to look at Garrek, :: You are a new face to me. My name is Sergio 'Sam' Ghomesz, doctor of this crew, owner and captain of the ship you are in. And this is my lovema...my...wife, Myranda. If you see a six-inch tall girl with wings flying around, do not worry, that is only Aoife Yvanneis, she is resting at the moment. :: He moves one heavily armored arm to encompass Myranda as she saunters over to his side, though it could be noted he was being very careful with how much weight he put on her shoulders, the woman looked particularly frail, though at the same time she maintained a tough exterior.