[center][b]Circumtore[/b][/center]

As the smuggler left the ship in tow with his Mandalorian a dock worker walked over and handed the duo a holotablet, on the holotablet would be an address for a warehouse several miles away, the dock worker didn’t say a word and before the two could say anything he walked out of the hangar and away from the situation.

Sol’id Fist made sure his equipment was fastened one last time before departing, standing at the exit bay of the ship as the dock worker gave the information. The man handed it to Sol’id, before making away quickly due to the danger that exuded off of the veteran. The large Mando awaited Elias to show himself off the ship, handing it to him when he appeared.

Meanwhile, Delni was back at the ship, watching her screen just as she agreed to. However, there was little for her to do just yet, and now that she had some time to herself to think clearly, she realized that she needed to tell her sister what happened…somehow. She did not know when Sirka was going to end up back at Paradise, Delni knew it would scare her half to death to come back only to find her missing. She had to tell her; there was no way out of it. She did not want to make her [i]too[/i] angry, but she would only make it worse by lying.
 
After a few deep breaths to collect herself, Delni picked up her datapad and started to type out a message. It was a message that she wrote, erased, then rewrote again before she had something she could feel brave enough to send: [i]Okay, sis, before I say anything, I want you to know that I am fine. I’m perfectly safe, and I’m not in danger. But, I’m not on Paradise. I made a mistake, and I know it was a mistake, but when I was drunk, I decided I wanted to spend a night with that Mandalorian we met in the bar. I went to his ship, he forgot, and I accidentally stowed away on his job. I’m on his ship now, at a place called Circumtore. Once he’s done, he says he’ll take me back.”[/i]

Elias walked down the ramp in time to see the man leave and, when Sol’id offered the information he had dropped off, took it to read it, absentmindedly checking his blaster pistols as he did so. [color=OrangeRed]”Right, that man rushing out is not reassuring of the nature of this run. Got all your gear?”[/color] 

“Everything’s loaded.” Sol’id assured him, hefting his large blaster. “Let’s move.” 
The two Mandalorian’s moved out, the loading bay behind them lifting up into a close as they exited the dock. Sol’id kept quiet for the moment, though once they got closer to the destination, he felt it prudent to ask if Elias knew any hand signals. 

Sirka was making her way back to the ship with Boqo, growing more and more relaxed the longer they walked. The job, it seemed, had gone smoothly. They delivered the package, made some thinly-veiled threats, and could now leave. She supposed that one advantage of working for a larger organization than just herself was that people tended to be even more hesitant to start trouble with her than usual. She had her repeater slung up over her shoulder when she heard a buzz from her datapad. Since she no longer had to be as worried, she trailed a bit behind Boqo as she fished her datapad out of one of her pouches.
 
Even just starting off reading Delni’s message, Sirka was already concerned, and it certainly did not diminish by the time she finished it. Without hesitation, she made a call to her sister. Although, Delni had a few seconds more of hesitation before answering. “What do you mean you’re not on Paradise!? Did you follow me here or something? Of all the…why couldn’t you just stay in bed?” Sirka opened up immediately, her voice hushed, but clearly upset.
 
“Okay, I know, I know, calm down sis. I know it was stupid, but I didn’t mean to. I was too drunk to think straight. I didn’t…wait, follow you? Do you mean…” Delni replied, quickly becoming confused.
 
“Yes, my job took me here too. I’m on Circumtore. Close to Timana’s palace.” Sirka answered.
 
Delni almost fell out of her chair with surprise for Sirka’s answer. It was certainly not what she had expected to hear, and she honestly was not sure if it would make everything much more convenient, or much more complicated.

Elias gave his affirmative that he did, drawing one blaster pistol and keeping it at a relaxed ready. [color=OrangeRed]”All things considered, we’ll hopefully not need to use them. This is supposed to just be a pick up.”[/color] He then mentally made a note to have both blasters ready before going into the warehouse. He was on a pick up for Koren and the Golden Exchange, which meant that simple was not in the equation. [color=OrangeRed]”Delni, you hack into the Hutt’s coms signals yet?”[/color]

“It’s always supposed to be as planned.” Sol’id said to the greenhorn. “Until it isn’t”

“Hey, is that…” Sirka began upon hearing Elias in the background of the call, but Delni quickly muted her as she shifted her attention quickly over to the other screen. 

“I...well hold on, you literally just left. There may not even be any comms [i]to[/i] intercept yet. The people you’re meeting with will almost certainly use their own specific channel for this pick up. Hopefully, it won’t be encrypted.” Delni answered to Elias. Her biggest task right now would be to identify which channel she should be listening in to. So, she had the ship start picking up every unencrypted channel in range. Fortunately, Elias’ ship did seem to have the basics for eavesdropping, whether or not Elias knew how to use them. She used a program to display the audio it was intercepting as text in front of her. If she saw something telling, she might be able to identify which channel was the right one. 

The warehouse was empty, and barren. Bar one crate in the centre of the room, on top of the crate cross legged sat a single Besalisk with all four arms crossed on his chest. He looked up as the two individuals entered the room. “Who are you two supposed to be? Boba and Dengar?”

Meanwhile outside, things shifted in the shadows. Well co-ordinated, speaking in hushed voices as they surrounded the warehouse. Once they had surrounded the warehouse they sent a single message “We have the building surrounded, moving in once the package has changed hands.” Once the message had sent, another deployed a radio jammer. There’d be no calling for help on this day.

Although Delni was still in the middle of being berated by her sister for her, admittedly stupid, mistakes, she was still trying to pay attention to the myriad of communications she was intercepting. There were plenty of intercepted transmissions scrolling past her screen, none of which seemed to have anything to do with Elias or his job. She saw advertisements, personal calls, or just phrases that made no sense out of context. However, after minute or so, in the corner of her eye, she spotted single transmission that grabbed her attention. Someone was surrounding a building, and was waiting for a package to change hands. That was enough to immediately give Delni cause to worry.
 
Muting her call with Sirka for a moment, Delni tried to get a hold of Elias. “Hey, I just picked up a message that has me worried. It said they’re surrounding a building and waiting for a package to change hands, which might be you.” She explained. It was a warning that she expected to warrant an immediate response, however, she sat there in silence receiving nothing in return. “Elias? Can you hear me?” She asked again, but there was still no response.
 
Unmuting her call with Sirka, Delni cut her sister off mid-sentence. “This isn’t good. I just picked up a transmission that I think means that Elias is going to get ambushed. And now he isn’t responding to me. I think his communications might be jammed, or at least…I hope that’s all that’s wrong. Sis, you’re on this same planet, right? And you said you finished your job here. Do you think you could…help?”
 
“What?!” Sirka shouted back instantly. “This Mandalorian scum kidnaps you and you want me to [i]help[/i] him? What kind of drugs did he put you on?”
 
“I know what I’m saying, Sirka.” Delni replied, her tone somewhat mirroring Sirka’s agitation. “I said he didn’t mean to; it was my fault more than anything. He’s no saint, sure, but he still doesn’t deserve to get killed in some ambush. Besides, he’s on a job from Koren too. If you end up not only completing your job, but also helping out with another one too, on your own initiative, well…I can only imagine that would impress him.”
 
Sirka was practically growling by this point. “I don’t [i]care[/i] about the Mandalorian, and I don’t care about his job. I just want to find you, and get you back to Paradise safe. Just tell me where you are, I’ll come get you, and we can leave this all behind.”
 
“Look, I don’t know exactly where this hanger I’m in even is.” Delni lied. “I’m unarmed, and I really don’t want to go outside this ship.”
 
“Then just take the ship and fly it back yourself!” Sirka replied without hesitation.
 
“It’s locked down, I can’t fly it. Sirka, my best bet for getting back home safe is Elias flying my out of here. Besides, whoever is ambushing Elias may have already marked this ship to shoot down once it takes off. But if you stop them, then that might not happen. Or at the very least, Elias knows how to fly this ship a lot better than I could, if I could even get its controls unlocked. Please, just help him out. I’m sending you the location.” Delni pleaded.
 
There was another growl from Sirka, followed by a long pause. “I’m going to regret this.”

Sol ignored the Besalisks jibe, halting a few paces from the alien with Elias at to his left. The Mandalorian didn’t go for any blaster, but his every movement kept his hands open and close to where his holster’s lay, just in case. He’d survived far too many encounters that went awry for him to take chances. 

“I’d question who wanted to know, but I was informed our contact would be the ‘ugly’ one. I see you’re right where we were told.” Sol’id replied. His voice deep and grating, but apparently he was not without wit. “Do you have the package?”

Elias frowned at the Besalisk behind his helmet, but didn’t reply, opting instead to search the room as he kept his one drawn blaster at his side. Being honest with himself, he didn’t take Koren as the type to agree to a warehouse meeting, but since he knew he’d be sending someone not directly affiliated with the Golden Exchange…[color=OrangeRed][i]Jack ass…[/i][/color] Still, something didn’t sit right with the smuggler as Sol spoke to the Besalisk. He decided to try Delni and get a status update. Cutting his external audio, he speaks into his mic. [color=OrangeRed]”Delni, you get anything?”[/color] Silence meets him, along with some static. [color=OrangeRed]”Delni? You there?”[/color] Turning his mic back on, he signals to Fist their comms are being jammed before speaking to their host.

[color=OrangeRed]”And if you do, how long is it going to take to transport it back to my ship?”[/color]

The Besalisk stood up, two electrostaffs on his back now visible. Before jumping off the crate. “This thing?” He waved one of his big hands in dismissal. “This isn’t anything important to you, I just needed you to think this is the right place. You know-” He pointed a knowing finger at the two Mandalorians. “-That employer of yours isn’t an easy guy to trick. Hell, that courier you ran into at the spaceport?” He shrugged. “He’s going to have to disappear real faster as soon as Koren finds out he sold him out. My job? Well. Keep you busy of course, can’t have you intercepting the package.” He reached over and grabbed one staff with his left, and his right.

Tapping them on the ground the ends light up with energy. “So, you two ready for a fight?”

Elias shakes his head and holsters the blaster pistol before reaching over his shoulder and drawing his vibroblade, the black core lighting up as soon as he activates it. Sliding into a ready stance, he squares off with the Besalisk. [color=OrangeRed]”Unfortunately for that courier, once I’m done with you, there’s no where he can hide that [i]I[/i] won’t find him.”[/color]

He spun his vibrosword as he circled his opponent. The gunslinger wasn’t sure how Sol handled close combat situations, or even if the admittedly intimidating Mandalorian even had to worry about them, but Elias had three factors in his favor. First was that he was no slouch with a sword, despite many considering the skill to be obsolete with blaster tech in existence. Of course, it was often the unexpected blade that killed the confident. The second was he was a potent hand to hand combatant as well, though the Besalisk was definitely stronger than he was, so avoiding a grapple situation would be best. And finally, his jetpack gave him good maneuverability and allowed him to make stronger strikes by bursting his jetpack at the right time. [color=OrangeRed][i]Not that it would do me much good here. Thing would probably just jab me with the shocky end of the stick midflight.[/i][/color]

Having no further reason to delay, Elias jetted forwards towards the Besalisk and brought the blade around in a horizontal slash, which the Besalisk counted by blocking with one electrostaff and making a jab with the other, forcing the Mandalorian to sidestep before slashing vertically at his exposed arms to try and make him move this time.

Sirka had to get Boqo back to his ship before she could safely leave him, for a few reasons. She did not want to start off her employment with Koren by abandoning a job, after all. Fortunately, it was not that much more of a walk before she could get him back to his ship so he could get off-planet. When his ship took off, she knew she was now committed. 

From the spaceport, Sirka approached the location that Delni had given her. She kept herself in a call with her sister for the entire time to make sure she was on the right track, but as she neared the warehouse, she noticed that the call’s quality kept dropping until it cut off entirely. That, at least, confirmed the fact that the Mandalorians’ communications were being jammed. It still did not confirm if the Mandalorians were still alive, and at this point, Sirka still did not particularly care if she found only corpses. She just wanted to get Delni off this planet. Along the way, her nose picked up a familiar scent. Elias had walked this very path to the warehouse, which just served as more confirmation that she was heading in the right direction. 

There were enough shipping crates outside the warehouse that Sirka did not have to simply approach out in the open. She knew that she would not stay hidden if she got close enough for her rather hefty footsteps to be heard, but she could at least get a look from a distance. Sure enough, she saw a few shifty-looking figures in front of her. They were armed, hidden, and in good cover from the direction of the warehouse. Her eyes were not sharp enough to get many details at this distance, but there looked to be three of them. The fact that they were entirely exposed from her angle suggested that they were not expecting any outside interference for this apparent ambush, and indeed, why would they? 

Sirka kept herself hidden behind a crate, her repeater firmly in her hands. She could definitely get the jump on these three, and without any real cover from her angle, they would not stand much of a chance against the barrage of blaster fire she could output. However, if she did get involved, she would need to be ready for a fight. Delni had said that they surrounded the warehouse, so there were definitely more than just the three she would have to contend with, without the element of surprise. 

Sol’id had to admit he had wanted to enter the fray and fight the Besalisk hand to hand, but when young Elias had presented the decoy contact with a challenge, Sol stepped back. Until Elias gave him a signal that he wanted aid, Sol’id wouldn’t interfere with honor during a duel. Still, he wasn’t going to sit idly by either. From what the Besalisk had said, the Warehouse was veritably surrounded apparently. 

Sol’id grabbed his blaster, taking off the safety and gazing around the room for any openings or windows they could be assaulted from. While Elias took out the Besalisk here, Sol’id would kill whoever tried to enter the Warehouse. 

The Besalisk rebuked Elias’ slash with a pre-emptive kick to his stomach, causing the blade narrowly miss his arm by the smallest of margins. Though, neither combatant could follow up quickly enough to take advantage. A confident smirk crossed the Besalisk’s face when he noticed the conspicuous absence of the other Mandalorian in the fight. He had evidently been prepared to face them both. 

That confidence manifested into an aggressive charge, with one staff aimed to parry Elias’ vibroblade, and the other ready to jab at an exposed limb. The shock would likely give a more decisive opening. 

Elias jetted backwards away from the charge and raised his arm, the one with the gauntlet. Without any hesitation, he unleashed a wave of fire at the Besalisk before charging through it and attacking in a series of high-low thrusts and slashes. The idea was to put the Besalisk on the defensive while providing very short openings that would prevent the staffs from being used. On the third move of the second pattern, Elias feinted, changing from a slash as the Besalisk moved to block and using his jetpack to deliver a rocket powered uppercut to the beast’s chin.

Landing from delivering the blow, he immediately goes for the nearest arm with his blade, aiming to take off the hand and cripple their opponent.

The flames had been enough to throw the Besalisk off-balance, particularly since he had to react quickly to dodge away from them. Even so, he responded hit for hit to Elias’ flurry of attacks to protect himself, but he had still not fully regained his footing by the time the Mandalorian managed to land a solid hit straight to his chin. 

The hit was clean, and with his already-uncertain footing, it was enough to send the Besalisk flying backwards. Still, he was not out of the fight. He kept a good hold of both of his staves as he fell, and when Elias went for his wrist, he just barely managed to strike away the blade, at least mostly. He spared his hand from being severed, but was still left with a wide gash down one of his forearms. He did let out a scream, but it was more of an enraged battlecry than a cry of pain. 

Though still on the ground, Elias was near enough that the Besalisk was still a danger. With his other two arms, he pushed one end of an electrostaff between Elias’ feet, then snapped the staff upwards in an attempt to deliver a frightening combination of both force and electricity straight to Elias’ groin. 

Elias managed to lessen the blow by quick stepping forwards away from the shocky end of the staff, but to say that the impact didn’t hurt would be lying. In fact, if he didn’t need the Besalisk for information, he’d have probably just pulled his blaster pistol and put a bolt in the bastard’s head. Regardless, Elias slammed his foot down on the now sliced open arm of his opponent, hopefully causing his grip to weaken on one staff enough for Elias to kick it away and then placed the sword tip against the Besalisk’s neck hard enough to draw blood, even as his stomach did front flips from the previous blow. [color=OrangeRed]”Alright, we’ve played at your game long enough. Where’s the real package?”[/color]

Sirka kept her eyes on the trio ahead of her, letting out a long breath. Everything pointed to them being the enemy Delni had warned her about. She could smell Elias’ scent leading up to the warehouse ahead of them, and Delni had intercepted a message specifying that they would be surrounding the warehouse. It did not take a genius to put two and two together, but that did not erase Sirka’s hesitation. She would still be opening fire, unprovoked, on an unsuspecting group of people, hoping that they deserved it. But, there was little that Sirka was not willing to do for her sister. 

It was the shouting from inside the warehouse that eventually gave Sirka enough confidence to make the decision. Listening closely, she could hear, however faintly, the distinct sounds of combat from within. It all fit too closely with what Delni had intercepted to just be a coincidence. Sirka let out her breath again, this time to steady her aim as she leaned out from her cover. 

The trio in front of Sirka never really stood a chance. They were fixated on the warehouse, and had nothing between themselves and Sirka’s blaster. The only warning to two of them was the first of them being blasted, and there was not much of a chance after for the other two to move. Sirka had little difficulty hitting a clustered group of stationary targets with her repeater. At that point, there was no going back for her. Sirka sprinted up to the group’s former cover and crouched down behind it. If the warehouse was indeed surrounded, the next fight would not be nearly as easy. Fortunately, the enemy wanted to radio each other about what was going on, they would have to disable their jammer, so Sirka stayed ready to contact Elias if that opportunity arose. 

The Besalisk, for as stubborn as he was, still had his limits. Adrenaline kept the pain from incapacitating him, but even he could not keep Elias from knocking one of his staves out of his grasp. He still had the other in his hands, but Elias’ blade was enough to give him pause. His hands clutched his remaining staff tightly as he glared at the Mandalorian, still searching in futility for an opening. He was reluctant to give into Elias’ demands, and beyond that, the blaster fire they could suddenly hear outside further drew his attention. “What the…” The Besalisk remarked in confusion. If his reaction was  to be believed, there was not supposed to be shooting outside. 

Elias’s eyes flickered to the door for barely a second at the sound of the blaster fire, but his stance remained unmoved. He dug the tip in a little deeper. [color=OrangeRed]”Worry about that if you survive this. Where is the real package and who is it supposed to be going to?”[/color]

For as defiant as he was, and wanted to be, the blade that was currently piercing ever-so-slightly into his throat made for a compelling argument to the Besalisk. With a dejected grunt, he finally gave an answer. “Docking bay C-12, hanger 2. Not that you’ll ever claim it.”

Elias growled as he removed his sword and delivered a knockout kick to the Besalisk’s head before taking a picture with his helmet’s visor. It had enough storage in it that one picture shouldn’t take up too much room. Koren would want to deal with the rat himself anyways. Turning away from the hopefully unconscious ass hole, the smuggler signaled Sol’id. [color=OrangeRed]”Right, Docking bay C-12 in hangar 2. We’re gonna have to fly.”[/color]