[center][h2]Jerus Je'and-Prancing Nexu, Nar Shaddaa[/h2][/center]

"Honestly, it would probably be faster to teach you how to read Aurabesh then have to make another gadget, but we'll talk to the eggheads back at the fleet when we're done here. As for a copy, that decision rests with Samus, she's the one it was handed to." Jerus takes another sip of his whiskey and pulls up his datapad as he waits, reading over something else while they wait. "And surprise, surprise, the Exchange boss who's lackeys we just dusted has already put up a job for a counter attack on our employer. Must be a hell of a rivalry."

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[center][h2]Jerius "Mando" Wren-Tomb of Freedan Nadd, Dxun[/h2][/center]

Eri hadn't moved but three steps before she found herself flung back against the wall alongside the clone and the beam rifle sliced in two in a single stroke. "Do you think I'm so arrogant and confident in my now deceased pet that I would not observe the weapons and tactics you used to best it? Please, even the Jedi were never that foolish. Still," he remains in a more relaxed position as the pair pick themselves up, "killing it was an impressive achievement, even amongst us Sith." As Jerius prepared to dash forwards with his jetpack and exchange blows with the Sith with her Beskad again, the man turns and walks away.

"You're an interesting bunch, and I'm sure my master would love to learn of your existence, so for now, I'm going to let you live." The stasis on the rest of Eri's team abruptly ends, sending those who'd been moving fowards when locked down to fall on their faces and Jarraj to properly attempt to doctor his leg. "Feel free to inform those Ordo buffons that my master and I are leaving when you take them the Tarantetek's head." And like that, he was gone, seeming to vanish into the shadows. Removing his helmet, Jerius spits some blood onto the floor.

"Of all the things to run into in this tomb, a Dar'jetii...Supreme Commander Erthos needs to be warned."