[center][b]Sithy Adventures at The Wheel - Toddlers Edition[/b][/center] Hakkri finishes putting on his lipstick and smacking his lips as Xen details what they were about to do. He dabs the corner with a tissue where it smudges as his gaze drifts over to Lydavis and Rei'ki, sitting in the same chair, one in the lap of the other. He fumes silently for a moment, fixing his hair as he picks up a bit of what Xen said. “The three of you will be going to the Cantina we've scheduled to meet both Zarra and Gra'tua's disciples. Meanwhile, Hakkri and I will split off and—” Hakkri narrows his eyes, getting lost in thought as he checks his mirror again. For a moment he wonders why he still routinely prettied himself. Aggo was gone. Long gone. The vigil for his passing was long over. He sniffles and tilts his head back, fighting back tears to keep from crying. Lydavis leans over from Rei'Ki's lap and taps Hakkri, “Doing okay? I know you must be sad to see that strapping Republic trooper gone after how diligently he flirted with you, but I'm sure he was a schmuck.” Hakkri sniffs and offers a small smile, shrugging. Who was he to let on and ruin their lovely time, sobbing still after events long ago. He leans forward and tries to appear interested. It was a shame, he thought he had a new friend in Bezol, but Azazel had played cruel and separated them. It was because he didn't spend girl-time with her anymore. Not that it mattered, seeing how she had a new sap of a woman following her around tirelessly, happy to play lapdog. Xen snaps his fingers before Hakkri's face. “Hey. I said get ready to load up. You're pilot. We're taking four Mando Commandos with us.” Hakkri wrinkles his nose before nodding, standing up and clacking off in his high heeled shoes, a feminine sway to his hips. Janii, Rei'Ki and Lydavis were not far behind, going to load upon a separate shuttle. Hakkri pauses in his steps before holding up a hand. Everyone was about to walk off to go their own ways in preparation before Hakkri turns about and calls back to Xen, waving a manicured hand. “Uh, Xen-boo. How am I piloting a shuttle we don't have, hmm? You're stuck thinking of your little skipper, aren't you?” Xen pauses, a frown visibly appearing on his brow. “You... have a point. I think, we will have to walk then.” Hakkri frowns and looks at his heels. “Let me slip into something more comfortable...” --- The trio of Rei'ki, Lydavis and Janii are walking briskly to the meeting point at the cantina, going throguh one of the many 'back alleys' of the circular station when they heard a whistle from above. Looking up they saw a smirking human twirling a long iron staff in his hand while below, blocking their way forward and back came a total of six thuggish looking people, smirking all. The one who whistled spoke up, "Hello, hello, what do we have here? Three lovely visitors to the station, I am so sorry but this passage through is a toll-way you see, so if you each can cough up some credits then there will be no problem, allright?" Rei'Ki and Lydavis look at each other with a smirk and a hint of great elation. Both of them begin lifting a barrier about themselves as Rei'Ki swiftly draws her vibroblade and goes to start leaping up utilizing the force to go after the man up top. Janii, meanwhile, sighs, engaging her shield and whipping out her blaster to start blasting out knees of the thugs. Lydavis herself whips out her dual-lightsabre, failing to ignite it as she strides at the ones down the alley. Whatever the thugs had been expecting... It was not the trio of women suddenly springing into attack. Rei'ki manages to clear to the staff wielder and cleanly removed his head, which went rolling down to the six below before they could react. As, just at that moment, half of them find themselves crying out in pain as their kneecaps were suddenly removed. The other half could not even utter a cry before Lydavis began slicing them apart with her lightsaber, suddenly ignited that had looked like a seemingly harmless rod just moments before. Janii was already in the process of holstering her blaster when Lydavis began to execute the survivors. “That was unnecessary,” the cyborg chimes in, irritation hinting in her voice. Rei'Ki touches back down beside her, sheathing her blade as Lydavis stows her lightsabers away once more. “Actually, it was. We don't need this place crawling already for people reporting force users.” Janii's eye glows red for a moment before she turns away. Lydavis moves back to Rei'Ki's side, proudly slipping an arm into her lover's as they begin to follow the noble guard. They reached the cantina without further trouble and upon their arrival noticed two individuals, a Twi'lek and Nautolan wearing a form of Mandalorian armour talking in hushed voice to each other outside. Rei'Ki, wearing an altered form of Mandalorian armour herself strides forward and calls out, “Olaram,” Rei'Ki nods, offering a faint wave. Lydavis still clinging to her parrots the greeting quietly, brushing off some ash that still hung to her clothes from the deadly blows she dealt out. Janii watches the exchange, a few paces away with moderate intrigue. She notes down in her memory that at least one of the Disciples appeared to mimic their master in altering behavior about particular individuals. They both stiffened and looked, "Olarom." The Twi'lek said first and then continued. "Talinna of Clan Gra'tua, this is Tihk of the same clan." She said warily, wondering if these were Azazel's people. Amusement passes over Lydavis' face before she answers back, “We know which clan you come from.” She points at the symbol upon their armours. “Lydavis, but I cannot claim being of the Mandoa persuasion. This is Rei'Ki... We both follow the leader of Clan Kurkova, if that is any ease to you, I hope?.” She offers a wan smile, looking back at the cyborg, “And that is Janii. Excuse her. She is more the silent observer.” Both of them seemed to relax and nod, "We were expecting your... leader but I suppose she has other things to handle, from what we understand we are to help her and guard her like bodyguards?" The Nautolan, Tihk, spoke up. "All we were told is to meet up with her and she would give us our orders." He shrugged. "So what's next?" Rei'Ki ruffles her hair in embarrassment at that. “Well, to be honest, Azazel didn't want to slow her approach to Korriban. She sent us instead to deal with a few things. Which apparently includes picking your lot up.” She nods to the cantina behind him, “Our other task here is to meet up with a woman named Zarra. She was what started this whole mess that would even have Azazel calling for any assistance. We're to actually protect her and try to coerce her to come with us. She might have heat on her tracks, though.” They looked at each other and both of them shrugged, "Sure. Lead on I guess." Janii moves up to the Mandalorian's side, “I would run now, if I were you. I had the chance to leave them all behind. I did not listen to my instinct, sadly. Now, I am stuck with them.” Rei'Ki and Lydavis giggle, prodding each other as they walk through the door, playing a game amongst themselves as they scan the room for Zarra. As their eyes adjusted to the gloom of the inside of the cantina they noticed a sole figure, sitting with her back to the wall facing the entrance, her hand just reaching up from under the table, where it had been resting on her leg, or a weapon in her lap. She had recognized one of the duo that had walked in and had been informed they were part of the group associated with Azazel, which according to her uncle were allies and she motioned them over. Rei'Ki appears to sober up as she takes a seat across from Zarra and Lydavis fills in beside her. Janii remains standing, looming beside the table as she watches the entrance much as Zarra had been moments before. “Having trouble?” Rei'Ki asks, her eyes doing one more sweep of the cantina for possible 'issues' to arise. The two disciples just moved in and went to a different booth, also watching the entrance, they figured that Azazel's people didn't want to draw too much attention to whatever they were discussing with that woman. Zarra calmly leaned back, looking at the Dathomiri, "I am on the run from a secret organisation which specializes in assassination, more stupid questions?" She looked tired. Rei'ki raises her brow, obviously finding that a challenge. “Oh, yes. Those shoes are to die for. Where did you get them?” She snorts, looking at Zarra more seriously, “They may be, but remember what happened last we met. It was mercy on my part that even leaves you here today.” She presses her lips together, “I meant more if there was anyone immediately following you. If not, I suggest we get out of here now and head to our ship.” She rose a eyebrow, "I have faced bounty hunters as of late, luckily I managed to evade, and kill a good number of them each encounter. And I do not know if anyone is on my tracks right now. Also no offense but why should I get on your ship? I am surviving quite well on my own." Rei'Ki leans forward, resting her hands on the table. “Because you know as well as I do. That going it alone like this, sooner or later, you're going to run yourself too ragged and your number will come up. We're offering a break from all this. Gustav trusts Her, enough to even tell you She is on his side. Your side. And this, this is not going to stop until [i]someone[/i] dies. It could be awhile. But until then, we can offer a safe haven. We're good at hiding.” She offers a meaningful look at that, given Zarra would know she was a force user. “Give your uncle some reassurance that you'll be fine. He's got enough on his plate from what I've seen.” Zarra shook her head, "The main reason I'm running is because of my uncle, if I contact him too much for aid, they might kill him... and find what he is protecting." She said meaningfully. Lydavis gives a concerned look to Rei'Ki, who simply nods and continues. “All the more reason to join up with our lot. You won't have to ask him for any aid at all. Gustav will be safer. Same with what is so precious even Azazel won't tell us.” Lydavis snorts at that. She had been willing to tell Xen. That guy could scramble his own brain on a whim against torture, though, so point. She shook her head again, "I did my homework, from what I can tell your boss is, was a former associate of my uncle, so if I am seen with any of her people, my uncle is still in danger." Rei'Ki furrows her brow. “Look. Our boss already saw your uncle. If he has to, he can bug out. We've got our places we can keep him and his package far from any harm.” She drops her voice low, “Mandalorians. Gifted individuals. Those with resources.” She clenches her fist, “You. And your uncle. Would not be safer anywhere else. We've an entire network. Against this one man... It is not just Her. She already talks with her compatriots. They already plan to end this fiend. No harm will come to them. Or you. I can promise you this... Are you so stubborn to keep on the run like this when every chance risks exposure?...” Her fingers lightly drum over the desk before she continues, “I do not know what you know about my kind... Their kind... but if they catch you... Do not expect a simple death... They will find out everything they want to know... They have their ways...” Zarra smiled but her eyes remained rather cold as she leaned forwards and whispered to Rei'ki, "Oh I understand... but the longer I am able to keep on the run, the longer they use whatever resources to track me down and not use them on what I am protecting." Rei'Ki snorts and smirks, “Then join with us and let's give them a show. We already ran into Traiserus... And I promise you... He and Azazel are well acquainted. He already sent off a small fleet after one of our friends. He's in for a nasty surprise...” Her eyes glisten, full expecting the carnage awaiting. “We can give you anything you need to keep him on his toes. And trust me, we want that just as much as you do...” She purrs, “And wouldn't you just love to be there, as much as that one, to see that bastard gets what is coming to him?” she nods towards Janii as an example. Zarra frowned and looked at Janii, studying her and then suddenly blinked. "You, you were the bodyguard to lord Karlton, weren't you? What landed you in this mess?" Janii pauses, looking over to Zarra. “Their master blowing up part of my resort and revealing just how deep this rabbit hole started to be.” She looks back at the door. “They are responsible for the death of many, including the lord I was sworn to protect.” If there was any emotion to what she had just revealed, it appeared in neither her voice of face. She was quiet for a moment and sighed, leaning back, "Do you have soft beds on your ship?" Janii huffs, “Too soft.” Rei'Ki and Lydavis chuckle, “If you get your own quarters, definitely.” She let out another sigh and let her mask drop of being in control. "Fine you convinced me, I'll come along for a while and take a breather... but if I want to leave you let me, deal?" Janii raises a brow, “Their mistress already made it clear to me, I am allowed to leave whenever it suits me. I assume the same goes for you.” Rei'Ki nods and reaches out a hand to shake on the agreement. Zarra took the hand and gave it a brief shake, "Good to know... if you could take me to your ship... I could sleep for a week." Rei'Ki smiles and gets up, ready to go, offering a small gesture to the Mandalorian two that they were ready to go. --- Meanwhile, Hakkri, Xen and the four commandos, following the directions given to them by the smuggler reach a, for lack of better wording, chop-shop looking establishment, with various machine and droid parts littered outside. The name of the shop in various dialects on display read as followed, "Crazy Jawa Bargains". Hakkri looks about the scrapyard and makes a disgusted look as Xen basks in all its glory. “This may just be heaven,” he coos giddily, beginning to tromp up to the store front. As Xen enters a bell rings and a protocol droid standing behind the counter turns his way, speaking in fluent Kubaz. <"Welcome to Crazy Jawa's Bargains, my master will be with you momentarily."> Xen perks up at that, leaning in and looking at the droid with genuine intrigue. It could recognize species and speak their dialect?! Exciting! The droid looked back, <"Can I assist you by requesting information of what you want?"> <”A Hypermatter reactor core,”> he grins childishly, hand fidgeting towards his tools as a desire to see just how this droid worked runs through him. At that moment a door leading to the backroom behind the counter opened and in walked a small Jawa, asking something to the droid who replied back in the same language. The Jawa turned to his customer and barked something back in it's high pitched voice, the droid translated. <"My master has a hypermatter reactor core for sale indeed, for a small sum of 1 and a half million he is willing to sell it to you."> <”I would like to negotiate the sum, after inspecting the reactor, of course.”> Xen answers back, stopping his hands and turning to the Jawa. He certainly wished to cover his poor auditory implants right now. They picked up his frequency. Far. Too. Clearly. The Jawa thought about it for a moment and then began yapping away in his language. <"My master agrees, he does ask that the Mandalorians waiting outside, remain outside. And that the man, female hybrid doesn't seem much of a threat and is allowed to enter."> Meanwhile the jawa had punched a device and started yabbering rapidly into it, a moment later a R2 unit rolled in, stopping besides Xen. <"That R2 unit has the information on the hypermatter you asked for. We can provide equipment to read the data if you have not any yourself."> Xen draws out his personal computer after calling Hakkri inside. He interfaces with the R2 unit, narrowing his eyes as he goes to scrutinize the data. It seems to check out, a fully functioning hypermatter reactor, only needing to be installed to have it perform it's function. The Jawa blabbed something and the droid once again translated, <"My master confirms that it works perfectly and smoothly, it fell out of the hangar bay of a lucrehulk and he picked it up so he could sell it to worthy people such as yourself."> The droid was still speaking in Kubaz, either not caring or realizing the newcomer might not know that language. Xen raises his brow, amused at the notion. It could have very well been the one and the same Azazel ran into. The irony they might have the last laugh... Or it could be the ones that the Republic soldiers had run afoul, perhaps?... He crosses his arms, thinking it over before answering, <”I would pay 70,000 credits for this part. You did say it was a gift. So gift on the savings, no?”> The jawa let otu a snort and replied. <"For such a prized energy reactor he could not possibly ask less than 1 million and three hundred thousand credits. He plans to provide maintenance for all us droids, of which we are many."> Xen waves his hand, <”While I would love to see such magnificent droids in their prime condition, my offer is now eighty-five thousand credits. A fair price, I am sure?”> <"My master replies it would not be a fair price and is willing in his gratitude that one such as yourself who admires good craftsmanship, to buy it at the bargain price of 1.1 million credits."> He pauses, crossing his arms before leaning in, <”If you would throw in a droid such as your translator and deliver it to my ship, one-million credits."> The jawa seemed to blink in surprise and babbled quickly. <"My master says if you wish to have me included in this deal he will not go lower than 1.1 million credits."> Xen muses over it before continuing, <”And you would see goods are delivered to my ship?”> The Jawa nodded it's hooded head. Xen outstretches his hand with a grin, <”Then we will call it a deal for 1.1million.”> The jawa looked at the hand and then hopped on a crate behind the counter and reached over it to shake the hand briefly before returning his slimey, little paw back to his side. The droid translated his next words, <"My soon to be ex-master says he is quite happy with this deal and hopes to see you again."> Xen sets to start transferring the credits, a childlike expression on his face. If he had a human mouth, he would be grinning ear-to-ear. <”I am most happy with this deal as well.”> And with that, Xen begins to make his way back to the Aberrancy, one shiny sorta-new protocol droid richer for his troubles, much to the disgust of Hakkri and the confusion of the Mandalorians. They manage to make it back in one piece and the hypermatter reactor made it there in well time. All the while, Xen was already tinkering with his new toy. He wanted the protocol on his PROXYs in order to emulate a wider variety of languages. The possibilities were astounding! They would head to Korriban, as soon as Xen managed to get the orders shouted out at one of Azazel's officers who so rudely interrupted his work. Zarra, with them for the long haul, it would seem. [hider=Results] Hypermatter Reactor gained, Multi-lingual Protocol Droid gained 110SP lost Zarra, Named NPC tagging along [/hider]