*Kylarn smirked as she asked the question he had been waiting for, obviously someone that had come to kill him would not be treated so well, but this time the difference was plain to him. He stood from the chair, allowing her to stew in her own thoughts for a moment and walked intot he kitchen, pouring himself another cup of Caf and bringing in another cup of Shig for her as well. He spoke as he returned to the table placing both cups down onto the surface of the long table.*

"You may not think that the Vhetts take kindly to such people when the come knocking, and for the most part you are right." *Kylarn paused as he seated himself, sitting just before her, leaning with his elbows against his knees he continued to speak, folding his hands before him taking the note that she was cold despite the warmth in the home, he was comfortable but she obviously wasn't.*

"You however, are in the very same situation that I have been in for many years Ilya..." *Ky lifted himself back and eased into the comfort of the chair, leaning back he placed his right lef over his left, resting his ankle at his opposite knee, his hand reaching for the cup of caff and holding it.* "You have read my files, you know I shot my own brother. Cassus was out of control and it was the only option that I had at that moment. I fear that if I had not done so, Jaro would not be on Concord Dawn and with his Father." *Taking a drink from the cup he felt the warm liquid filling him with more warmth, soothing his need for the substance that in his years he had grown fond of.* "When someone takes on the line of work that you and I have done... they start to realize that people are not as they seem. You for instance..." *Taking another drink he smirked as he lowered the cup back to the table.* "You are not a ruthless killer for sport, you did everything for the necessity of credits. You had to survive. And I recognize that need. When you came here I had every intention of putting a slug between your eyes, until you lowered your weapons." *Looking back to the doorway he continued to speak.* "In that moment, I knew you had no intention of bringing harm to me, you had consciously decided that your mission was incorrect. That your own morals pulled you away from what you were told to do, and for that you have gained my trust."

*Returning his gaze to Ilya he picked up the cup of caff and the expression on his face was blank for the first time in their encounter, he continued to drink the caf as the astromech droid rolled alongside him and offered him the refilling pot, he took it graciously and continued to gaze upon her, filling his cup sufficiently he took another drink and waited for her response.*

*Looking on as she spoke Kylarn noticed that she was deep in her thoughts concerning her decision, he took another drink of the caf and chuckled as she suggested he had spiked the drink so that she would talk, not having thought about it before it would have been a smart thing to do if he had not trusted her, he laughed and then listened to the questioning about how long he had been back. Lowering the cup once more he filled the cup as he spoke to her.*

"I've been back three standard weeks, the crews took two weeks to build the house, and then I was on Adumar following a lead, that turned into the Ordos actually invading the planet for it's missle facilities." *Pausing he lifted the cup and took a drink, then the expression across his face changed into anger as he recalled the Aliit'alor of Clan Ordo directly making him feel as though he was weak. He continued to speak as he lowered the cup.* "Ordo will call sometime, he needs the security codes for the facility that only I have, I took the facility while he invaded the city-states, and took a shrapnel wound, the droids were more than expected and I was alone... But the bacta tank took care of the damage."

*Turning his head he looked out the rear section of the home to the vast terrain that lay behind the home, watching the movements of speeder traffic in the distance he continued to speak.* "Once I understood that the Ordos had no intention of allowing a partnership on Adumar, I started looking into Kolvo Weapons. But there is still time to tell if the Aliit'alor wishes to be civil, or if we end up dueling, either way the situation will be resolved."

*The datapad chimed in front of him, his own, and he looked at the message that had been sent back from Cassus while he was in the bacta tank, raising an eyebrow at Clumsy he gave the droid the look of irritation that he had sent word to Cassus that Ky had been injured. He ignored it for now and decided to send response to Cassus himself. He took another drink from the caf and typed out a response to Cassus.*



"You see, there are many things that brought me home, but to have company already is quite nice... I haven't even seen Cassus yet... But you are more than welcome to stay as long as you like." *Kylarn smirked at her as he looked her over, she was not displeasing to look upon, and for that he was grateful. He looked to her and spoke again.*

"What is it that you would like here Ilya? I understand we've just met, but what do you seek?"

*Laughing along with the joking tone Kylarn took another drink from the cup of caf, finishing the cup he placed it back onto the table then stood up, speaking to Ilya as he rested his hands on the back of the chair, pushing it underneath the table.* "I will teach you what I know." *Puasing for a moment he looked away and then continued to speak, staring out the viewport windows to the south of the ranch house.* "But do not for a moment believe that I understand all that there is to know."

*Walking toward the corridor Kylarn placed his open hand on Clumsy's dome, and then the astromech rode the lift up to the second floor. Ky turned and spoke to her once more.* "The guest quarters are yours for as long as you like. Get some rest, we have a lot of work to do tomorrow. Goodnight."

*Ky looked away from her again and made his way to the stairwell, as he reached the second floor Clumsy emerged from the lift and followed him to the bedroom, the doors slid shut behind him as he walked to the terminal within the room, Clumsy plugged in and loaded all of the mission files from Adumar, as well as the order sent to Sareno Industries, and the schematics for the upgrades to Ky's beskar'gam. Looking to the droid as he watched he spoke to the droid.* "Take the old set of beskar'gam that's in the shop and dismantle it, the crafting droid will aid you, cut the plates down so that they can be woven for more protection on the chest and back plating. Prep the painting devices and then plug in to recharge your power cells. Thank you ner'vod."

*Watching the droid leave the room and enter the lift the doors to the bedroom slipped shut again, removing his boots then Ky lay on the bed, pondering everything over the last few weeks, then drifted to sleep moments later.*

*Ky worked away at the beskar plating as he heard Ilya speak from behind him, he was not startled becasuse he was so entranced in what he was doing, the cutting had to be precise or he would have to send work to Mandalore to replace the set altogether, and with the current state of the Empire he was unsure if he would be granted the ability to purchase the outlandishly priced plating as it was. Using the tools with precision he was finishing the last pieces of the beskar plates as he spoke to her.*

"I didn't wake you because sometimes I prefer to work in silence. But you're here now, and I am about to start work on the backplate of my armor..."

*Pointing his tool at the far wall he spoke again as he took a deep breath before, having noticed he stopped doing so during the cutting he had been doing.* "Datapads are in the third drawer, take whichever suits you, lots of different ones. Your Beskar'gam should be the next project once I finish the backplate. Got anything in mind?"

*As he spoke he continued the final cuts on the plating, then placed the cutting tool onto the table and began working on the notches to weave them together, they fit perfectly together now and moved quite easily, this would be a great fit for him as he had become more adept to running from place to place and the armor would not halt him from making swift movements, but still provided the appropriate protection.

Picking up the chest plate it hung from his hands as he inspected the black and green beskar, standing after the inspection he placed the chest plate into a canister large enough to hold it and entered a code sequence to re-paint the entirity black, the machine would also implement the design he wished, the golden squares going down the right side of the torso would be in place as well. After he finished he turned to look at Ilya and spoke again.* "You know, Clumsy could go and get your ship and speak to whomever is watching it for you... By chance did you pay for docking? Fees are strict here... My cousins are more than likely to clamp it down if it's not paid." *Ky smirked as he picked up the datapad and sent message to Clumsy to locate Ilya's ship, he had gone off with the crew to the far hangar to work on the Mantis and would be there until the job was finished, he already sort of missed how handy the little astromech had become. As he typed he looked to Ilya waiting for her to tell him the coordinates with his eyebrow raised.* "That way you can wear clothes that fit you? And not catch my shirt on fire when we work on the wiring?"

*Smirking with the datapad in his hand he waited.*

*Sending along the coordinates to the ship to Clumsy he also directed the astromech to gather the personal affects for Ilya and return them to the ranch when he had the time to. Placing the datapad back into his pocket he walked over to the opposite bench and pulled from it's drawers the necessary tools to work on a blaster, he had not told her yet what he had intended to do but she would know soon enough. Offering her to sit down at the bench to work on her blaster he smirked as she spoke about the shirt, he hadn't worn it in over three years as it was, so someone should get use out of it.* "Here are all the tools you'll need for that sticky trigger, but... I want you to work on something else first."

*Exiting the workshop he ran up the stairs and picked up the rifle case that sat alongside the front entrance, inside was his Verpine Sniper Rifle, cherished and well taken care of over the last decade a gift to him from an old friend, it was time to pass along as he had just ordered a new weapon that was ready for pick up. Descending the stairs quickly he brought the case before her and set it on the table, opening it slowly to reveal the Verpine Sniper Rifle that had been modified, having several standard Verpine's on the back patio at the second level for sport hunting this was the more modified one, used in his missions over the last ten years, and would serve her well.* "If you want it, it's yours. I've got an order for a Sareno rifle that can be picked up at any time now, and this is a good weapon. Needs cleaning done frequently, and the rounds can be hand made... it costs more to operate, but with projectiles you have cleaner shots, most of the time." *Chuckling he turned and went back to the workbench he had sat at before, pulling the pieces to the backplate of his beskar'gam together and notching them, they sat in wait for the painting process. Reaching to the shelf he removed a container of gold paint and refilled the smaller paint system so that the gold squares could be placed on the backplate as well. The matte black paint of his beskar'gam was finished well, and the gold would pop out to signify the number of kills he wished to remember, nowhere near the total amount, but the important ones none the less. Looking over his shoulder to Ilya as she looked upon the rifle he lifted the cup of now cold caf and took a swig.*

*Ky had been working on the blasters as he waited for Ilya to return with the caff, he assumed she had gotten her personal items from Clumsy since she had taken a little bit longer, he heard her coming however and waited before he continued his work. Watching her enter the room unconsciously his eyeborw lifted as she entered in her own clothes, tight, and a corset, thinking to himself that the attire she adorned must have come in handy when she was on mission, a good distraction it was.

Taking the cup of caf from her as she spoke he listened to her, noticing that she continued to bite at her lip as if she was nervous of the things she was going to say. Taking a few drinks of the caf he sat the mug down and looked back to the workbench.*

"As far as I can tell the clans are starting to piece everything back together. With Malice taking the helm it would seem the reuinification is taking process, other than Clan Ordo, from everything I've heard..." *Pausing to take another drink of his caf and picking up the slicing tool as he moved the buy'ce in front of him to tweak the HUD he continued to speak.* "Their Aliit'alor made it very obvious to me that he does not like the new Mand'alor..." *placing the slicing to it's connection point he twisted the slim tool and opened the binary code to his datapad, allowing the two items to sync, Ky turned in his chair to face Ilya again as he continued.* "I'm not one that pays much attention to the politics anymore Ilya. I will fight when called, but I am not going to run to Mandalore and sit in deliberation like the Republic. I would rather see the Mando'ade act as they did many years ago... as in the time of The Old Republic, I do not dislike Malice, and I do not dislike the leaders of the Aliit'alors..."*Picking up the caf and taking a drink he studied her, the clothing was beginning to be more of a distraction for him as well, surely she had taken notice.* "But the one person I have encountered little of, and dislike more than most is Aliit'alor Ordo. If I have to fight him out of honor I shall. And I will not fall. He wants what I have, he can either pay me for it, or we will fight over the planet. Either way, it will be resolved. I will not backhandedly strike him like a politician, I will throw a dagger down before him in symbol that we must duel for honor. If that means my end, then so be it." *Drinking the rest of the mug as he pondered what the Aliit'alor Ordo would say to this he smirked and drained the rest of the mug and looked up to Ilya.*

As he continued to work and talk, I hopped on the very bench he was working on and watched as I lounged back and crossed my legs and noted his use of the slicing tool upon the HUD and studied how he had synced it with the datapad, it went to prove just how old my own HUD was, that was something I did know possible.
As he turned to face me, I silently chuckled to myself noting his slight distraction, it appeared some one appreciated my own wardrobe, I sat up straight and slipped down from tye bench and leant across him to pull over my own chair and pulled it over and placed it beside his own, then leaning over him once more I stretched out and pulled over my buy'ce and placed it on the workbench and took a seat before turning to him and smiling at him with a hint of mishieviousness...

Can you tell me if mine would be easy to upgrade to the same capabilities as your own unit while we continue to chat? Aand not that I think you would lose, I would rather you did not die just yet, I am enjoying my stay here so far and there is still a lot for you to uhhh...teach me.

I contimued to look at the HUD wondering if he had picked up on my little innuendo and if he had, how he would react toward it. The last thing I wanted was to make it too uncomfortable for me to say here and have to leave without having learned any of what I hoped to learn.

*Noticing that Ilya was subtly trying to goad a response from him Ky instead leaned back in his chair as she continued to lean over him, as though he were trying to be polite in his actions as to let her do as she wanted to, listening to her speak he then leaned back forward to overlook his HUD's binary coding as it scrolled on the datapad, speaking to her as she sat and studied her own.*

"It's quite simple really, if you've spent any time using tools to break into vaults, or lockpicking it's very similar, except that when slicing you have to find the proper binary coding and remove the security features, these tools are very handy, I can't imagine trying to do it without them. There should be another set in the same rack that you got the datapad."

*As Ky finished working on his HUD the chiming paint system indicated that his backplate was finished, removing the backplate from the cannister he then placed all of the leg plates into the machine accordingly and let the machine continue it's work. Lastly would be the plating for his boots, and that would take just minutes.

The HUD flashed that his update was a success and that all of the data he wished to be transfered had finished it's destination, into secured files that would only be opened to Kylarn himself and those most trusted.

Checking the messages on his datapad that indicated the progress of the Mantis in the distant hangar bay, he smirked, the ship was ready and the remaining parts of the VCX-360 Light Freighter were being stored for use at other points in time, and they would soon be merging onto delivering the weapons crates to the Fett Homestead, all of which would probably arrive after he left Concord Dawn to pick up his new rifle, and then he would return to see about the Kolvo Weapons plant. Ilya would more than likely go along with him if she wanted, but she certainly did not have to go with him.

Looking to her again he spoke.* "I've got to pick up that rifle I ordered, would you like to tag along, or stay here and work?" *A smirk settled over Ky's face as he waited for her response.*