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 Post Posted: Thu, July 15th 2010 05:28am    Post subject: Carratos
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Carratos


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Heavily urbanized, Carratos was a planet chosen by the Fallanassi to be a place of refuge for some of their youngest initiates while they were being persecuted on Lucazec. Akanah was sent to a school in the Chofin settlement. Around this time, Carratos was subjugated by the Galactic Empire around 10 BBY. The Empire established a heavy garrison and trapped its residents with high taxes for departure. When the Empire collapsed and the garrison withdrew, Carratos spiraled into crime and became home to many pirates.



Danicul
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Danicul is one of the many subcities of Carratos, and the city with the most crime and piracy than anywhere else on the planet, leaving several gangs to take charge and rule the area with an iron grip. While they tended to leave each other alone, there was the occasional and violent gangwar that would erupt and cause damage to the area with large firefights that would last for hours, until they finally died down and life continued as normal.

Subsector 537 is ruled by Denth Freyh and Ran McGhee. Ran leading the more honorable pirates and criminals in all of Danicul against Denth Freyh, leader of the most merciless gang in the city. The two have been in a gangwar for over ten years, most of the wars that occured in Danicul were between Ran's Brotherhood and Denth's Ravagers.

The Ravagers are the only gang within subsector 537 to have a proper pirate fleet of fifteen vessels in orbit, stopping traffic and raiding as they please.
With Law Enforcement at a staggering low, the gangs in Danicul are uncontested.
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Clare sat in the cargo hold of the passenger transport she had stowed away on, feeling the sudden jolt of the ship exiting hyperspace and back into the normal realm. She calmly paced out of the hold and into the main seating area, the flight attendants wouldn’t bother checking tickets now, since they were so close to their destination, and they would have thought that they had already gotten everyone now. Clare took a seat an empty seat casually, leaning and peering out of the transparisteel window to see a planet before them. Quickly the windows sealed with plates of durasteel as the captain announced, “All passengers, prepare for evasive action!”

A jolt shoot the ship, people inside screaming as they heard an explosion from the engine compartments, blast doors closing and sealing the area off. After a moment of silence, a thud rang throughout the ship, then the pattering of footsteps as they were boarded by ragtag pirates. Dammit, Clare spat in her head, quickly peering to the man to next to her. A black man with a crazy afro hairstyle staring back at her, “What’s going on?” he asked her, then turning back to the armed men who were separating taking the people out of their seats and back towards the cargo bay.

“Attention,” a man at the front said, clearly the leader of the operation here, “We’re commandeering your vessel, and we will take what we need in the area of supplies. Don’t resist, and everything will turn out fine.”

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Clare, Jevan Corr, the name of the black man, and the rest of the passengers sat on their knees in the cargo hold. Clare watched in non-surprised horror as she watched the men take the random woman and child away for slavery. There was nothing she could do yet. Jevan looked at Clare, then asked whether she had a plan or not, that she looked like the planning type. She only told him that she was working on it, and to follow her lead when she began.
A pirate walked among the rows of people, everyone was scared as he pointed his blaster at each, and then moved on to continue to intimidate every passenger onboard. Clare came up with a plan, then relayed it to Jevan.
“Are you serious?” he retorted.
“Be quiet.” she snapped back.
Jevan looked at the pirate, momentarily distracted by a woman in her early twenties, “Heh, best of luck.” he finished as he lowered his head back down. Not confident at all in her skills, let alone knowing about them. The pirate continued his search for credit worthy woman and children, until he came to Clare, that is. He stopped in front of her, then grabbed the locks of her hair and lifted her up on her feet.
“You’ll fetch a hefty fee,” he laughed, then placed her down on the ground to continue his rounds.

Written to: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7tf6lHlanQY

Clare sprang into action, jumping back to her feet and wrapping her hands around the man’s head, then snapping it. She carried the lifeless body as she used it as a shield against incoming blaster fire, then gripping the dead man’s blaster as she turned and fired at the next few pirates, then rushing towards one at incredible speeds, Jevan helping people up and arming volunteers with blasters as they prepared to take back the ship together.
The man tried to punch her in the face, but missed entirely as Clare jumped in the air, grabbed the man’s shoulders and gracefully flew over his head, landing behind him as he looked at her in awe. The sensation didn’t last long, as a blaster bolt from behind hit him in the next, Jevan covering her back.
She didn’t stop to thank him, quickly opening another door leading back to the seating area. She aimed her blaster at one of the pirates in the hallway, but missed. But it stunned him long enough for Clare to rush forward and kick him in the chest. She ducked as a blaster bolt from another pirate came her way, Clare quickly responding with a bolt of her own through his chest.

Clare felt the sudden jolt of the ship entering the atmosphere. The door behind her reopened, Javen and the volunteers quickly filing in behind her, all bolstering weapons to use, “They all wanna fight and--” Jevan tried to announce, before Clare interrupted.
“Good for them,” she couldn’t deal with Jevan or the now brave passengers, she needed to concentrate on getting the passengers to safety.

Clare punched the button on the wall, opening the door as she saw the rest of the pirates in the seating area unloading crates of ammunition and powerful black market weapons. She didn’t care what they were planning, she just needed to get as many people out as she could, quickly firing on the group as Jevan and the volunteers took cover behind the seats as best they could, returning the burning lasers back at their former captors. Clare knew that they would be able to handle the few distracted pirates long enough for her to get to the cockpit and find out what was happening.
She fought her way past the ragtag men as they tried to concentrate on two targets, Jevan and his group, and Clare. Clare dropped as many as needed to clear a path for her, making her way through the small corridor that led to the cockpit, killing the pirate pilot as she grabbed the controls and angled and flew the ship through the air, seeing a miniature war zone of pirates and gangs facing off. She finally, if not dimly understood why the pirates commandeered the passenger vessel: They were apart of this gang war, and were trying to use the passenger ship as a Trojan Horse to enter the battlefield unsuspectingly and deal a flanking and fatal blow to whichever side was their enemy.

The blaster fire in the back stopped, Jevan suddenly appearing, then disappearing as a black market rocket impacted the ship, sending it flaming towards a landing pad on the left side of the battle, hopefully they were friendly. She turned to Jevan, getting to his feet as with the rest of the passengers, making his way with the others towards the exit after hearing the reassuring thud of the ship’s landing gears touching down. Clare joined the group as the passengers, armed and disarmed, including the ones just saved from the possible life of slavery, exited the vessel and dispersed throughout the area, most dropping their blasters on the ground as they ran in any direction that took them away from the battle. It looked as though Jevan was going to follow, but he heaved an rocket launcher and nodded to her.
“Give me that!” she yelled at Jevan, quickly yanking the weapon out of his hand despite his protests as she spotted a speeder that belonged to either side, swooping in and prepared to fire on the ship and passengers.
With a quick pull of the trigger, the rocket shot forward and impacted the bottom of the speeder, sending it hurtling towards the ground, away from the passengers, but on a direct course for the ship.

She grabbed Jevan by the collar and threw him off the ship, making him miss the boarding ramp and fall to the ground eight feet, Clare jumping next to him as the speeder came over her head and impacted the ship, causing a brilliant explosion that washed over the two, the hulk of the speeder falling to the ground just feet from where they were.
Clare straightened herself, looking around at the carnage that belonged to the battlefield. So many innocents were dying in the mist of this mini-war, and the Law Enforcements were no where in sight. This planet was alien to her, she’d have to dig up on it later.
But even though it seemed like the battle would rage on, the blaster fire slowed, then ceased in utter silence. It must have been a regular occurrence, there were many flashpoints on the walls and infrastructure around her and Jevan.
Jevan collapsed on his ass, feeling the surge of adrenaline wash out of him as he sighed, then announced, “We did it!” he exclaimed, feeling as though they were the reason the battle had stopped. Suddenly gasping as he saw a wing of speeders fly off overhead, retreating from the battle.

Clare ignored him, then started to pace off towards the innards of the city, trying to find out what planet this was, and how to get off of it. Jevan quickly called after her, asking where she was heading off to, but she ignored him then too as he stopped to think.
Clare silently scoffed when he started to run after her, yelling in reply, “Hey! Wait up!”

Based roughly on the Intro to Final Fantasy XIII.

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Clare and Jevan walked the streets of Danicul, one of the many subcities of Carratos’ urban terrain. Buildings adorned with battle-scars of the apparent gang war that seemed to have been raging for years. This wasn’t how she wanted to start her search for Badim, and now she had a tagalong that was slowly beginning to grow on her, either that or she was just blocking Jevan out of her head more effectively. He tried to spark conversations, but quickly resorted to sighing after hearing no answer, then beginning another attempt on a different topic, repeating the process several times.
“Please,” Clare said, stopping and tilting her head to Jevan, “Can you be quiet for two seconds so I can think of how to get off this rock?”

“Uh-Um, sure,” he stuttered. They continued, Clare finally able to collect her thoughts as her mind turned back to Badim. The fire in his eyes scared her, but she had the same look when Rath had been fatally wounded in front of her. She wouldn’t blame him, she would have done the same thing, as she had already done.
Her head turned back to Carratos, the crime-ridden world was a haven, if not home to many pirates and gangs among it’s planet-wide cities. It had been almost an hour since their landing, and people started to stare at the two as they walked. Mainly because of the weapon she had in her hand. It had an emblem stenciled on it with a skull, reared by a pair of wings, with words underneath reading ’Ravagers’. It was a large stencil, and was bringing attention to them. Clare didn’t want to stick around if they were planning on something with her. Jevan’s eye caught on a few shifty people looking at them as they passed, “They look like they could be trouble.”

“You think?” she whispered her retort, glancing at the five as they slowly followed from a distance, reviewing a datapad in one’s hand. Something was definitely up, and she motioned Jevan to follow her into an alley, fog steaming in from the corners of it, “Why? What’s the…” he asked, then turned his attention to the pursuing people, now in a full sprint to not lose them, “Oh frak.” Jevan let out, then quickly rushed ahead of Clare as warm steam flowed around them. Clare ducked into a corner, Jevan continuing to rush forward, unaware she had stopped. Dammit, Jevan! she exclaimed in her head, but quickly retracted it as the pisspoor bounty hunters rushed in pursuit of Jevan, thinking Clare was still with him, even as he spun circles to try and locate her.

Jevan lifted his hands up slowly as the five hunters lined up in front of him, “Where’s the girl?” one asked, straightening his blaster’s aim as he placed the butt of it firmly in his shoulder.
“She’s already gone! She’s faster than me and I got lost!” he exclaimed, sincerely believing Clare had left him alone to die. Clare snuck forward, then fired at point blank on two of the hunters. With the other three distracted, Jevan reached to the ground and grabbed his blaster to assist, but by the time he got back up, only one remained, Clare standing over their dead bodies. The last one dropped his weapon and datapad, Jevan pointing his blaster at him as Clare reached down and grabbed the datapad he had dropped.
“Wazzit say?” Jevan asked, glancing at Clare before looking back at the hunter.

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Clare cursed and pointed her blaster at the man as she passed the ‘pad to Jevan so he could see what it was. He staggered back, baffled at the price on their heads for saving the passengers and foiling their attempt to flank their enemies. They didn’t take grudges well, sending 50,000 credits after them, “Damn,” Jevan swore, gaining his footing as he breathed deeply to collect what thoughts were in his head. He shrugged his shoulders, then sarcastically remarked, “So much for staying anonymous.”
Clare jumped forward, slamming the bounty hunter on the forehead with her blaster to knock him out, quickly realizing how it once felt. She stood, looking at Jevan as he curiously rubbed the beard on his chin, thinking of how to get them out of the mess they were in. Clare knew the only way off now was to get on a transport leading away from here, she slowly began to walk away when Jevan spoke aloud, “I think I might know a place where we can go.”

“And where’s that?” Clare quickly asked with a blank expression, she needed to continue her search for Badim, and the faster they got off this world, the better.

“For One: The bounty was probably started by the guys we defeated on the ship. Second: It might only stretch as far as Carratos. So if we get off the planet, the bounty will suddenly disappear unless we step back on the planet, and I suggest Atzerri, I have a buddy there that could help us out.” he stated the facts and began to wander off in the direction of the main streets, but quickly turning around to stick to the alleys. He looked at Clare, then scoffed with a snort, quickly continuing, “And Third: would you lighten up and crack a smile or something?”
Clare fully realized that she wasn’t expressing anything, she didn’t want to smile until she saw Badim and showed him that she was alive. She let off her own snort, turning to face the alley and continue to a stardock or something of the likes. Jevan unsurprisingly running to catch up.
After walking for an hour, Clare peered out of the alley, Jevan staying close behind her as she made sure the path was clear for them to finally exit the steam filled corridors. Satisfied that they had entered a more densely populated area of Danicul, she stepped out into the crowd to blend in, Jevan putting a hand on her shoulder to not get lost.

She spotted a transport as Jevan pointed it out as well seeing a neon sign with Atzerri on it. The two rushing towards it to board, Clare running ahead in hopes of leaving the man behind. She didn’t need him following her all over the galaxy, her goal was to find Badim, and she intended to do it alone.
“What--? Wait!” Jevan exclaimed as he ran as fast as his feet would carry him, watching as Clare stepped onto the boarding ramp and slowed a bit. “Hey! Hey, hey, hey!” he yelled as he grabbed her around the waist to try and stop her from boarding, “No, no! Don’t leave me!”

“Let go!” Clare uttered, feeling her weight shift as she began to lose her footing. Clare reacted too late, feeling her body fall off the ramp as Jevan went with her. There was a thud as they hit, Jevan groaning as he hit. Clare primed her fist, ready to punch the man for getting in her way, but quickly released the hold she had on her fingers.

“Look,” Jevan said as he got on his knees, “If you want this bounty off of your head as much as I do, then our only way of getting rid of it is seeing my friend on Azterri. Now are you going to quit frakking around and let me come?”
He was right, and it wasn’t right of her to think she could just leave the man here to almost certain death, the whole planet must be after them. She needed the man’s help, quickly wrapping her arms across her chest, “Fine. But since I was the one who saved our sorry asses on the transport, and your ass in the alley. I’m in charge. Don‘t like it? Tough.”

“Fine, fine. Now help me up.” Clare grabbed his hand and pulled him to his feet and boarded the transport.

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(Continued from Here.)

Making use of some transmission or flight plan that Morgan wasn’t aware of, Norrteth flew the Shape towards a hanger that was located some ways down towards the surface of the planet. Based on the amount of traffic, it was also within a region that was ‘quieter’, at least by the standards of an urbanized, crime-fueled planet such as Carratos.

”I hope you can forgive me if I’m not exactly filled with confidence about where you’ve brought us.” Morgan said as the ship passed through the outer doors.
“Do not worry. Norrteth knows what he is doing.”
”I sure hope so.”

The hanger they entered wasn’t overly roomy, but did have enough space that it was already reasonably holding two other smaller shuttles, and a small number of crew of various shapes and sizes were going about their business. Only one individual could be seen paying the Shape much attention as they came to their final stop and the sequence to enter standby mode was conducted.

The individual in question who had approached the ship was a Gand like Norrteth, and had moved in from somewhere further back in the hanger, possibly even another room. Based on the way Morgans partner approached him, it seemed as if they had a rather friendly history behind them. Also, to Morgan’s annoyance, they immediately began conversing in their native language.

Fortunately, he had long ago prepared for such a circumstance and a number of other, similar situations which he had encountered previously. Not long after he had begun hitching a ride on the bug’s ship, he had considered that there would likely be times that Norrteth would enjoy spending time among members of his own species, and would during those times instinctively take to talking with those individuals in his native language. As such, he had taken the initiative of outfitting ZIM with a translation protocol that would allow him to understand them, even if they weren’t using their own translators.

”…made quite a ruckus on your way down.” The translation protocol said, filling him in on what was being said as he move to within standard hearing range. “There’s definitely buzz about you going around, though few seem to have any idea who was behind it. Nice work.”
”FYI, I did help out with that.” Morgan said.

The other Gand turned to look at Morgan, and appeared surprised that the half-human had been able to respond to something he had said in a language not normally spoken by outsiders.

”You speak the Gand language?”
”Technically, no.” Morgan said, half way downplaying it. ”A little droid filled me in.”

He tapped the side of his head, pointing out the droid mechanics that would allow for such a possibility.

”A little droid? Is that all I am to you?”

Interesting.” The Gand replied, though only giving the metallic sections a little addition look over.
”So Norrteth, who’s your pal?” Morgan said, hoping to be introduced.
Ah, yeah, his apologies.” Norrteth said, having joined his friend in continuing to let Morgans translator do the heavy work, not that he could really blame them. ”Morgan ZIM, this is Tahr Shrike, a former Hunt Ally from Norrteth’s early days as a hunter. Tahr, Norrteth presents Morgan ZIM, Norreth’s current Hunt Ally.”

The Gand gave a shallow yet formal nod of his head, thought Morgan simply gave a small wave ‘hi’.

”Crews will begin unloading your ship shortly.” Tahr said.
”I don’t suppose it would be out of place to ask what you’ll be unloading, would it?”
”Is he often so nosey?” Tahr said to Norrteth.

”What’s wrong with being nosey?”

Norrteth just gave a non-answer shrug, and Tahr figured it probably best just to put up with it for the hopefully short time they’d be in each others company.

”General supplies, mostly.” The Gand then replied, providing an answer to Morgans question. ”Some assorted needs to help with the cause happening here.”

Morgan started to instinctively ask what that cause was, but was cut off.

”Before you ask, it is an effort to help the planet with its rampant pirate problem.”
”You’re good.” Morgan said, surprised the alien had guessed his question before he had asked it.
”Thank you. Yes, it is an affiliation of like-minded hunters and other freelancers who are currently working together to help eliminate the rampant pirate problem on Carratos. Currently, our interests are in tearing down Denth Freyh’s Ravagers organization.”
”This one assumes it is not all a charity project?” Norrteth asked.
”No, not entirely. There are a large number of bounties to be collected, if they can be shipped off world. Still, the general mindset is more altruistic than you would commonly find among their likes.”
”So basically, it’s a big credit buffet for any hunter willing to give it a go, but ultimately it results in something bigger in the long run.”
You could put it that way. You two are welcome to jump in if you are interested.”

Morgan gave Norrteth a look to see if he could judge what the bug was thinking, but he didn’t get much of a surface reading.

”No, Norreth believes that for now, he would prefer to not spend a large amount of time on this planet. Though he will keep your offer in mind in the future.”
”As you wish.” Tahr replied. ”You may be picking a good time to do so, too. Things are about to get very interesting out there, what with Zend’s return.”

Morgan and Norrteth looked at each other to see if the other knew what Tahr was talking about, then turned back to the other Gand.

”Who?” Morgan asked. ”You’ll probably have to correct my memory, but isn’t Daara Zend that Imperial woman who died over Mon Calamari sometime well before 20…15 galactic or something?”
”You really need to consult with me on history items more often. You’re thinking of Daala.”
”Eh, cut me a break. It’s like a one letter difference.”

Both Norrteth and Tahr gave the cyborg a look that seemed to include what passed for their eyebrows raising.

”How bad is your memory?” Tahr asked.
”You’ll have to pardon him.” Norrteth said, speaking up on Morgans behalf. ”His long term memory only goes back so far.”
”Yeah, but fortunately it isn’t an issue too often, thanks to everyone’s eagerness to write about history. Though if it weren’t for the age of the body and the maturity of the personality, I’d more or less be on about the same page as a little kid. Youngling or so.”
”Maturity? What maturity?”

Tahr spent about half a minute trying to contemplate the idea before he said anything.

”You should probably see to it that Norrteth provides you with a more in-depth picture of the situation.” Tahr said. ”But rest assured that Darra Zend is quite alive, though there are many who are probably wishing that was not the case.”

”This one will be interested to see how much of the Bounty Hunter community feels the same.” Norrteth added.
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The cyborg was beginning to wonder if he should just stop visiting bars. In each recent instance he could think of involving such a location, it had caused him more trouble than it was worth – getting drunk and nearly killed by ‘wild’life, being introduced to Vera frakking Nico, and in the most recent instance, having a wild group of pirate thugs try to give him a hard time.

While the understanding Morgan had gotten was that the unloading of the Shape wasn’t going to be as fast as it could have been, it likely wouldn’t give him time to dig into and play around with the ships tractor beam system either. His second option had been to do something he had no doubt there was time for – find a bar and get a drink.

Though despite being smart enough to wear some armor around his torso, he still was getting the idea it had been a bad idea in the first place. Long story short, if what Morgan had seen on his way to the bar he had found was any indication of the planet as a whole, it wasn’t just a matter of people being stupid for wanting to visit the planet. They were also stupid for not finding the first available transport and getting their butts off world.

”Here’s an idea.” Morgan had thought as he sat at the bar and tried to mind his own business. ”If Zend was looking for some positive publicity, she should invade this sith hole. There’s no possible way she could make the planet worse.”
”Are you sure that would make it better?”
”Even the Hutts could make the planet better. I’m sure she’d do just fine.”

Some small amount of commotion drew Morgans attention to the entrance, where a band of four individuals had entered with an attitude of someone full of themselves. Clearly, they were known here, but not in a good way. No doubt trouble, probably pirates, and possibly used to getting to push others around. The cyborg had tried to ignore them and finish his drink, but there had been no such luck.

“I don’t think I’ve seen you in here before.” He heard someone say behind him. Morgan tried to ignore it, but the goons didn’t go for it.

“Hey, you deaf?” He heard another say soon after.

Twitching his eye and turning around slowly, he turned around to look at them as if he perhaps wasn’t all there upstairs.

”WhAAAHt?” He asked in a muted screech.
“Looks like you need to get that fixed.” One of them, an ugly looking human with a giant scar running from top to bottom along the left side of his head, said as he knocked his hand against the side of Morgan’s head. Morgan swatted it away hard, and while it was clear this annoyed ‘scar’, as ZIM dubbed him, the man refrained from reacting.

”Smart move, ugly.”

“Hey, don’t be causing any trouble, ok?” The bartender, a Toydarian, said.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” ‘Scar’ said. “We’re just here to enjoy ourselves. Besides, we let your last shipment come in, didn’t we? I think that even if we were causing a little bit of trouble, we deserves us a little bit of leeway.”
“Besides, we’re all friends here.” The second pirate, a “Red” Nikto, said as he moved over to Morgan and placed a hand on his shoulder. “Gran, what do you say that as our new friend, this fellow gets the privilege of buying us a round?”
“I see no reason why not.” Gran, as ‘Scar’ was apparently named, said. “I’m sure he won’t mind.”

He took his open palm and lightly patted it against Morgan’s metal face in a patronizing manner, still under the impression that he wasn’t all there. It was to his great surprise, then, when his wrist had a robot hand gripped around it, holding it in place.

”First, I do mind. Buy your own frakkin’ drink.” He said, calm but with a tone that made it clear that he was NOT about to tolerate any attempt to walk all over him. ”Second, I’m trying to mind my own business, so if you wouldn’t mind…”
“Watch your mouth.” A third pirate, a man with a chin that was either extraordinarily large or just covered in a rather thick section of hair. ZIM dubbed him ‘Hairy’.
”What? I said I’m not buying your drinks. You got a problem with that?”
“You saying you don’t want to be our friend?” Said the fourth and final of the group, a female Duros.

”Hmm. When you put it that way…” Morgan said, picking up his drink and downing the rest of it in near record time.
”No, right?” ZIM asked.
”They can’t possibly have the type of money I’d need for that kind of agreement.”

He put the glass back on the bar and stood up, then turned around and signaled to the bartender to fill it up. He figured that since he’d only had one so far, he would probably be safe, even if he managed to down it before the fight he could tell was coming. He had a good idea how these types worked, regardless of the title they wore. Pirate, smuggler, mercenary – whatever their self-proclaimed profession was, their attitude matched up with a single description – they were goons. Punks thinking they were all that and anyone standing in their way was as good as dead.

Sometimes, their kind got smart and grew into something not to be underestimated. But far too many of them got themselves killed before that happened. Fortunately, Morgan had managed to avoid the stage all together. But he suspected that for this goon foursome, their time to figure it out and step it up was dangerously close to running out.

”No, I don’t think I do.” Morgan said when he finally answered their question.

“That’s a baaaaaad answer to choose.” Gran said. Morgan took notice as the man’s hand went down to a holster on his belt and he began to draw a blaster. Glancing as best he could, he noticed that the Nikto was also carrying one. ‘Hairy’, however, appeared to be without, carrying only a vibroblade. There was no telling what the Duros was wielding, if anything.

”Hey, I thought the sign outside said no blasters in here.” Morgan said as he turned to look at the bartender, who was slowly trying to make his way to a different part of the bar.

”I don’t blame him.”
“Like we said.” The Nikto said as he raised his weapon and pointed it at Morgan’s head. “Leway.”

”Then I hope you don’t mind if I brought some ‘leway’ of my own.” Morgan said.

Without raising his arms, he popped his wrist blaster so that they could see that he, too, was armed. That caused the group to give Morgan a little extra space, though Gran was now pointing his weapon at Morgan as well. He had guessed they weren’t used to “civilians” talking back to them, but their attitude now made it clear that they were easily scared when presented with a real challenge. That would make things much easier.

A new snag, though minor, also occurred as two more individuals came over from a nearby table. They were a human female and a Twi’lek male, and their approach suggested they were friends, in some sense of the word, with the quartet.

”So six on one in a likely bar fight scenario. What do you think, those sound like fair odds?”
”Eh, close enough.”
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Clare and Jevan stepped off the transport from Atzerri. Quiet, cautious and keeping a wary eye on everyone during the transit reminded Clare of her slowly fading days as an assassin, something she’s yet to inform Jevan of. She looked around, grimacing as she stepped off the boarding ramp and back on Carratos. She needed to restart her search for Badim, and getting sidetracked to Atzerri and temporarily being a hutt’s slave girl didn’t help it.
She dismissed the thought and ducked into an alleyway with Jevan as their main path of transit. Public transit on Carratos could be easily tracked, and walking in the open streets would be just as bad. So it was the back alleys for them.

Jevan’s hair had fallen down from it’s afro style, his brief time in the carbonite having made it lose it’s fluff. The familiar steam in the alley made her think back to Nar Shaddaa, how she got into the mess she was in now and also how it led her to Badim.

She realized she hadn’t even mentioned Badim to Jevan, and decided to spark inform him on who she was looking for, but leaving out the parts of the two being former assassins.

After sometime and explaining, Jevan finally replied, “Wow. No wonder why you’re searching for him.”

“Yeah,” Clare answered back, “I need to let him know I’m alright. But searching the Galaxy, and with Zend back, is feeling like a more daunting task by the minute.”

“Meh,” Jevan muttered, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder as they walked, “Just keep him in front of you and you’ll find him.”

Clare smiled for real, for the first time in a while. Fully this time than the others, just simple smiles with nothing backing it.

They entered a cantina through a side entrance, seeing a dimly populated room as they cautiously entered. Their blasters were hidden, then the two grabbed a table and sat, quietly discussing on where to search for Badim next in the shadows. Clare sighed grievingly, “It’s impossible to search a Galaxy for him. I need to come up with a way to get him to come to me… But how--”

”Hey, I thought the sign outside said no blasters in here.” a man in the bar said to a repulsive looking man with a scar down his face, a female Duro, a red Nikto and a bushier man.

“Like we said.” The Nikto said as he raised his weapon and pointed it at the man’s head, revealing himself to be having half a head of metal. “Leway.”

”Then I hope you don’t mind if I brought some ‘leway’ of my own.” the man replied as he deployed a blaster, which looked only like a barrel strapped to his arm.

Clare and Jevan gripped their blasters, ready to assist the man if he needed it. Though it looked like she was getting brought into this anyhow.
“You!” a twi’lek hissed and pointed, Clare almost brought her blaster to bare, but listened as the twi’lek waved her to follow, “Come on, Ravager. Let’s get this guy.” he smiled and began to pace towards the surrounded man.
Clare realized that the shadows had masked the appearance of her and Jevan, and the part of the blaster that was revealed showed the skull logo that belonged to The Ravagers. She got up and Jevan followed, though stayed a distance away with his blaster ready for support. Clare followed the twi’lek and stood behind him, keeping her blaster lowered. The surrounded man, or cyborg she should say, looked at the group silently, planning on how to take the five on. Clare gave a subtle nod and wave of her hand, hopefully conveying that she was a friend. Though, just in case, she raised her blaster to the back of the twi’lek’s head, and gave another nod.

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”Five on two?” Morgan thought as he noticed the woman trying to signal something to him, as if she was an ally rather than an enemy.
”Well that’s certainly not a fair fight. That’s a humiliation waiting to happen.”

He wasn’t sure where she had come from or even if it was genuine, but Morgan hoped that if she wasn’t trying to pull something on him, the real pirates didn’t catch sight of what she was doing.

Either way, the nod she gave him indicated she had the intention of shooting ASAP. That didn’t jive for Morgan. Unlike her, he was in the middle of a group training three or four blasters on him. One would likely go down before he got a shot off, but it wasn’t as easily said for the others. He still needed to work his way through the mess to better increase his odds of not getting shot somewhere he couldn’t fix with a few spare parts.

Looking at the woman, he gave an overemphasized squint that he hoped would indicate she should hold off the trigger till the fighting really started, and if not, would at least throw suspicion off her if they hadn’t already suspected she might not be who they thought she was.

”You guys have any idea who I am?” He said as he took a slow, deliberate step away from the bar. They kept their weapons trained on him, but he successfully avoided twitching their trigger fingers.
“You’re a man with a death wish.” The Duros said.
”That’s a good one.” Morgan said, pointing at her with his fleshy arm. ”You may be more right than you know. But right now, I’m also the last person you want to be messing with”

The Duros failed to produce a weapon, leaving him with a pretty good idea of exactly what he was up against – two blasters, a vibroblade, and an alien woman that was either used to having men do her fighting for her or had some kind of hand-to-hand training she trusted enough to feel confident not needing a weapon at all. He decided to play it safe and go for the latter.

“Six on one, you’re surrounded, and you think you’re the last guy we want to be messing with?”
”Eh, since when have odds ever really meant anything? If I was…oh, I don’t know, Boba Fett, you guys would probably be running in terror right about now.”
“Just how crazy are you?” The Twi’lek asked.
”More crazy than you might think.” ZIM commented.
”Exactly.” Morgan said, though without the statement he was responding to, they all took the response in a completely different manner.

Holding his hand up in a ‘one moment’ indicator, he reached for his glass on the bar, but when he tried to drink from it, found it was still empty.

”Figures.” He said.

“This is going to be more fun than I thought.” Gran said.
”For once, we agree on something. Let me tell you how this is going to work. See, I recently nearly single-handedly took out an entire pirate fleet.” Morgan said, exaggerating a little.

”By myself, for the more simple-minded among you. So six of you is going to a major step down the accomplishment ladder. I’ll challenge myself, though, by calling the KO move for each and every one of you.”

Clearing his through as the goons re-confirmed their aim, Morgan turned and pointed at Gran.

”After dodging the blaster fire from you and your friends, I’m going to break this glass on your face and stab you in the neck with the shards.”

He turned to the Duros and ‘Hairy’.

”You two will come at me in close combat. I’ll grab you.” He said, pointing at ‘Hairy’ ”Turning you into a human shield against your other blaster-wielding buddies while using your blade to stab miss red eyes. She gets stabbed, you get full of holes. I then kick you towards those two…” He pointed to the Twi’lek and his supposed ally ”And shoot the Nikto. With Headtails on the ground, I can break his neck by stepping on it. That’ll just leave her.” He pointed at the human woman. ”Who will be left so astonished by my display that she will beg for mercy. I will grant it to her, causing her to go back with me to my ship. Upon learning how much of me is machine, however, she will try to kill me again anyway, forcing me to eject her out an airlock.”

He turned and winked at her, which while most would have considered to be an indication of something less than savory, he hopes she would take it as a sign that he was simply helping her play along with her pretending to be a pirate. The lack of apparent outrage gave him reason to believe she got what he was going for.

”Shame how those things don’t work out, eh?”

He raised his glass up again as he finished.

”In short, you loose, I win, nothing but death. Let’s go.”

Tossing the glass up in the air, he got the attention of him long enough to raise his blaster without getting shot. The Twi’lek died first, being shot in the back of the head by the human woman, while Gran followed soon after. The Nikto, having tried to shoot Morgan, hadn’t paid close enough attention to where the cyborg had positioned himself. That allowed Morgan to dodge and cause the bolt meant for him to hit Gran in the face. With a burning hole that hadn’t been there a moment ago, the ugly man fell backwards, blaster shooting wildly as it went.

Morgan was easily able to get off a shot at the Nikto next, who was shocked that he had shot his ally. But while ‘Hairy’ went after the human woman, the Duros was on his back before he knew it. Reaching her hands around his head, she tried to twist and snap Morgans neck, but thankfully, his metal half was made of tougher stuff, and was saved from a quick death.

He tried to get her off him by backing into the bar itself. She heard a fait scream as they connected, but she was, apparently, also made of tougher stuff and remained firm. Morgan tried bending down to flip her off him, but the move was countered, and instead of her hitting the ground and getting the wind knocked out of him, she hit the ground in a controlled fashion and used the leverage to throw Morgan out to where the majority of the customers were and the post-mortem shots from Gran had already started a panic.
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Clare listened as the cyborg went on with intimidating the pirates, and it seemed to work. Headtails seemed to get a little edgier as her ally continued, ”In short, you loose, I win, nothing but death. Let’s go.”
In an instant he threw his glass up in the air, and amid the sudden surprise from the pirates, Clare pulled her blaster up and fired right through the twi’lek’s head. She shoved the dead body at the female Duros, but she quickly dodged it and went after the cyborg.
The Nikto died quickly after shooting ugly in the face. But she soon noticed the gleam and hum of a vibroblade coming right at her from the bushier man. She pulled herself aside and let the blade come down inches from her face and body. As the man recovered from the missed swing, Clare looked behind her to see the cyborg flying across the room, thankfully miss a crowd of panicked patrons, and slam into the wall with a large thud, leaving an indentation in the wall where he was.

She heard the man below her shout as he came up to try and attack Clare again. She swiftly grabbed the hilt of the man’s blade, but his reflexes were faster than she thought, getting the hilt slammed into her face and knocking her down.
Jevan got a shot off, but being a civilian and not having much training with his blaster yet, missed. But it distracted the man long enough for her to touch her bruised cheek with a tip of her finger, and swing her leg to topple the man.
She quickly got on her knees and aimed her blaster at the man, and fired at the back of his neck.

She stood, Jevan coming to her side to help her up. She looked back, a fight ensuing between the patrons for some unknown reason, the bartender trying to calm everyone down, and the duros quickly charging towards a recovering cyborg. Before she could bring her blaster to bare, panicked patrons began to push and shove past Clare and Jevan, throwing her shot off. She could only watch how the cyborg would handle this now.

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”Ow…”

The Duros was strong. Much stronger than he would have guessed. Exactly the kind of mistake that would probably get him killed one day.

”Yeah, and how could I have possible expected that to happen?”
”Get up, get up, get up!”

He couldn’t argue with ZIM on that count. As much as getting thrown into a wall had hurt, he’d be in even more pain if he just stayed put.

He rolled out of the way just in time to avoid someone stepping on his face, and hauled himself up off the floor with just enough time to dodge someone else getting slammed into the wall as he and another customer went at it. The scene was the early stages of chaos, with the trouble the pirates had brought with them having turned into a full out bar brawl.

There were multiple reasons for it – some had panicked while trying to get out of the bar and felt they had to fight there way out, others were drunk and thought something worse had happened, still others were just happy to have any excuse to hit someone with their first, while most the others simply were trying to defend themselves. Regardless of their reasons, the result was the same – people trying to beat up on other people and all the individual fights getting in each others way.

”I enjoy a bar fight as much as the next guy, but perhaps its best if we abandoned this one.”

Again, Morgan was in agreement. He looked for an exit, and quickly dismissed the main entrances. If, given that the pirates buddies had heard the shooting and guessed their friends were in trouble, that would mean those doors would be the way any reinforcements would come through. Besides, everyone else was trying to get out that way, and he had no interest in that level of competition.

”Best to try the back. There has to be a back, right?”

Using his repulsor feet, he jumped up above the crowd to move his way towards the bar area. His flight was cut short, however, by a surprise attack from the Duros who managed to leap up and kick him in the face, sending him crashing onto a table.

”Where’d that come from? She a frakkin’ jedi or something?”

He rolled off the table to avoid the Duros coming at him again, this time armed with a vibroblade that she attempted to stab into his face. He turned, pushed the table at her and fired his blaster, but another patron getting thrown across the room unknowingly took the shot for her.

”Not my fault!” he shouted, though no one really paid attention.

He turned and quickly began to continue his path towards the bar, ducking and dodging as he went. One evasion, however, took him a step backwards and left him with the feeling of something being stabbed into his lower left side.

He reached for the area near it and came up with someone’s arm. More specifically, the Duro’s arm. She had gotten in close enough to score with an attack, but fortunately for Morgan she had stabbed him in an area where the damage was less than crippling. Between his armor and his metal, the blade had only managed to go in deep enough to cause superficial damage. And now, he had a firm enough grip to finally get in a counterstrike.

The alien tried to trip Morgan up, but he held on tight to her arm and again lifted off the ground, taking her with and twisting to slam her into the ceiling. There, he was able to hold her in place just long enough to put a blaster bolt into her face. Without any reason to suspect there were more kung-fu chicks in the room, he felt safe in landing only long enough to pull out the vibroblade and take another leap over the crowd to the bar area.

”Come on!” He shouted to the woman that had helped him as he pulled himself over the bar and ran into the back room to look for an alternative exit.
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Clare and Jevan ran after the cyborg, following him through the back and out a service entrance that led back into the steam filled alleys. Jevan breathed heavily, but the cyborg and Clare were able to keep their breath steady. Clare hadn’t been in a situation that was filled with adrenaline and emotion as much as storming Fabr’s fortress was seven years ago, and the loss of all of her friend, but she hadn’t just lost friends that night, she had lost a family.

Clare let off a slow sigh of relief as she scanned the alley the three resided in. Satisfied that there wasn’t anything trying to kill them in it, she turned to the cyborg, “Clare Velez. And that’s--”

Jevan Corr,” Jevan interjected between breaths, his hands braced against his knees as he recovered from the adrenaline. She’d need to get his aim honed if they were going to be traveling much longer together, or else he’d just get himself killed if he can’t get his aim down.
Clare turned back to the cyborg, then extended a hand to him, hoping to gather an ally that wasn't a hutt or trying to kill them.

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”I’m Morgan.” he responded, reaching out his hand far enough for Clare to take it, though he was more concerned with double checking to make sure there wasn’t anyone around hidden by the steam and ran through his visual range. Once he felt confident that no one was waiting to ambush them, he made an actual effort to introduce himself.

”Morgan ZIM, if you want to get professional or anything.”
”Aren’t you getting a little friendly?”
”Bah, we’ll be fine. I’ve got a feeling we can trust them. And you really think that Mr. Corr is a threat to anyone, let alone us?”
”I suppose I can give you that much.”

"Morgan..." She said, and for a moment it looked like she may have recognized him from somewhere, but quickly shook it off. "Nice to meet someone who isn't trying to kill me or Jevan."
”You’re welcome, I guess.” Morgan replied.

Safe for the moment as they supposedly were, there really wasn’t any point to standing around in an ally as far as he was concerned, and so switching through his spectrums again he began to look for the way out of the ally.

”So tell me, what would you two be up to on a planet as lousy as this one? I can’t possibly imagine you’ve got a death wish given the way you didn’t stay behind in the bar.”
"I'm trying to find someone.” She replied. “Simple as that. And Jevan here's helping."

”There it is.” ZIM said, seeing a clear path to a main street of some kind.
”Yeah, I see it…”

”Hope that goes well for ya’.” He said as he turned back to Clare and Jevan. ”Though I’m not sure this is the best place to be looking for them. I can’t imagine why any sane man with the means to travel would stick around this sith hole. Unless they’re someone you’re trying to kill. That would answer a lot.”
"This is where we ended up, and where I'm starting my search. There's no way in hell would he be here." She replied. “And besides, we're trying to get off this planet as fast as we can. Not worth sticking around in for all intends and purposes. A pit stop."

”Ha. A pit stop, she says…”
”Yeeeah…that’s some pit stop starting point you picked. But whatever.”

He waved off the idea of whatever was going on with the two being present on the planet. It was clear they realized how dumb it was to be on the planet, so to continue to point it out would be a waste of time.

Hmmmm…I may be able to help you out on the ‘get out of here’ part. He said. ”No promises, but if you’re not picky about where you go from here, I could talk to my friend and see if he would mind you tagging along when we jump off this planet.
"I'm going to have to pass on that.” She replied. “What I need, is to bring him to me. Searching a Galaxy without a blazing idea where to start isn't going to do me any good."

”Your loss.”
”Your call.” Morgan said and gave them a half-efforted wave goodbye. ”Good luck with your search, and try not to get yourself killed.”

With that, he headed out through the steam for the walk back to the ship, hoping he himself could avoid the exact same possibility.

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Clare nodded to Morgan as he left through the steam and towards what she assumed was his ship. She couldn’t bring up Badim to him, the two having a nasty history together with them trying to kill each other, and she was sure he’d have a grudge against anyone who was traveling or in a relationship with him. She shook her head, turning to Jevan and waving him to follow her as she left the alley in an opposite direction. The alleys wasn’t a place to scout around, they’d need to be in the streets.
He heard Jevan whisper a protest, but follow anyhow as she entered the streets, walking to a merchant and, when his back was turned, snatched a pair of cloaks that were hanging up and tossed one to Jevan, the two quickly donning them and blending in with the crowd better than showing their full faces.
She looked in front of her as a strange looking man stood in her path, “Excuse me.” he said, surprisingly politely. The two weaved past each other, but the man tripped and Clare couldn’t do anything but grab the falling man and risk a pickpocket.

Their hands touched and she felt a strange sensation, like something dancing under the skin of her hands. She ignored it temporarily and helped the man up, “Thank you.” he said as he continued on, blending with the crowd and disappearing. Clare rubbed her hands together to clean what feeling the man had put on her hands. She checked her pockets, all her items were still there, and the man wasn’t a pickpocket after all.
She looked down on her hands, seeing splotches of red irritation marking it. She rubbed her hands a little more from an itch, then took Jevan down the street towards…Hell, she didn’t know.

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Clare and Jevan walked the streets of Carratos freely under their new cloaked guises. They headed towards a communications hub in the local area, where Clare hoped she had watched Badim correctly in typing in the numbers for the Communications Channel. She’d need to contact The Leaper, which is where Badim was she assumed. Her heart pounded, repeating the set of numbers in her head, hoping to not screw up her only possible chance of finding Badim, without having to set up some elaborate scheme. Though, it might come to that if she failed.

She stepped in front of the nearest holophone that was available, inserted her credit-chit and slowly typed in the numbers. 12869 and the screen said the number didn’t exist, 12870 and the screen showed the display of freighter on Corellia. She shook her head and continued to type in a rising set of numbers, the screen cycling between a non-existent number or a freighter that didn’t belong to the name of The Blight Leaper. 12874, she pressed enter and the screen began to dial, but the registration didn’t look correct for The Leaper. She broke the connection to the ship, the ship probably confusing it with either a wrong number or a prank. But she wondered if she should have kept the connection open, see who was on the other end. She looked down at her credit-chit in hand and placed it into the credslot. The card was rejected, six credits shy of being able to make a connection. She slammed her fist against an open area of the controls and glared at Jevan, “Got six credits?”

Jevan shrugged his shoulders and shook his head, “I used all of my credits to get on that transport to Carratos when the pirates attacked. I’m broke.”

“And I used my credits for a trip to Atzerri and back here from Coruscant,” Clare murmured. She was suddenly regretting not staying on Coruscant as Heckler had advised, to stay in the Jedi Temple where the crew, being made up of several Force Sensitive people, were inevitable to return, “Frakkin’ banthashit.” she hissed through her teeth as she slammed the controls again, then whipping past Jevan and back out into the streets.

“I could steal a helmet, turn you into The Ravagers and get the fifty grand reward,” Clare said, trying to lighten the mood, but never daring to take such an action.

“What?!”

“I’m kidding,” Clare reassured, then sighed “I’m just venting. Besides, as soon as I got the credits you know I‘d kill everyone in there for putting those passengers in danger and putting a bounty on my head.”

“Uh-huh. Good one.” Jevan snorted, then followed Clare as she tugged on the hem of her hood and continued through the streets. Clare looked down on her hands, the redness was going down from the brief contact, but she seemed to be continually rubbing them in irritation, trying to remove the strange feeling she had when she touched the man’s hands. She shrugged her shoulders and tried to ignore the irritation.

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The path back to the secret hunter base, and by extension, the Shape, was not a very straightforward path. At least, leaving it hadn’t been. For the trip back, however, he was more than willing to walk his away around the general entrance area, looking to see if he couldn’t find a way of getting in that didn’t require at least a half-dozen changes in direction.

“Morgan, what are you doing?”

Hearing a familiar voice, Morgan turned to see Norrteth standing nearby.

”Where did he come from?”

”Tad surprised to see you up here.”
“Wanted to get some fresh air. Relatively speaking.”
”No kidding.”
”I thought he didn’t need to breath.”
”How should I know?”

”So how soon till we can get off this rock?”
“It should be soon. They had nearly finished unloading the Shape when I left, so they may already be…”

A blaster bolt cut across the alleyway the two were standing in, passing through where Morgan had been only a moment previous. Both individuals moved for cover as Morgan let loose an expletive. Turning to see who was shooting at him, he was more than a little angry, and certainly upset, to find that it was Clare. The same woman who had just recently left behind.

”I told you you were getting a little friendly.”

Popping his blaster and returning fire, Morgan caused the woman turned tail and ran.

”Oh no you don’t!”

Morgan quickly got up and turned to follow.

”Cut around and see if you can catch her by surprise!” He shouted over his shoulder as he left Norrteth behind. “And keep your eyes out for a funky looking black dude!”

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While Morgan was not among the fastest runners in the galaxy, it would be a huge mistake to think of him as ‘slow’. But it when he was able to take to the skies that he moved at top speed. That was a large part of the problem with his attempt to pursue Ms. Velez. While she was certainly fleeing at top speed, a speed that was faster than Morgan had taken her for being able to run, there was also a particular nature to her run that took her along pathways which were poorly suited for being traveled by air. At least, in the way Morgan’s lift system required to be truly effective. He needed more open space than the alley ways and low access points she made him follow her through. Which at the same time prevented him from getting a roof-side sight advantage, since there was too much of a risk of loosing sight of her.

And yet, for a moment, that was what happened anyway. The woman led him out into an area with a higher population of people, allowing her to lose her pursuer. On the flip side, however, it was also an area without a flight ceiling. That allowed Morgan to lift up off the ground and look for her from an elevated viewpoint. Taking to the skies, he scanned the area, ignoring the people who were taking serious notice of him and looking for any sign of either Clare or her friend.

”I see them.”

He found not one, but both of them off to the side where they appeared to be acting as if nothing had happened. They had probably hoped that in his effort chase after them, he would overshoot and loose them entirely by the time he realized his mistake. Possibly even ambush them.

”I don’t think so.”

Lowering to the ground, he slowly made his way through the crowd, careful to allow the people around him to help mask his approach till he came within striking distance. He wanted at least one of them alive to find out why they were after him, and both having never gotten around to installing a ‘stun’ setting on his wrist blaster like he kept intending to and lacking a traditional blaster, that would require he get up close and personal.

While they turned around to see him before he could get his attack, there was a failure on their part to strike first.

“Morgan, what are you…?”
”Doorbell!” he exclaimed as he slugged her across the face.
”Doorbell?” ZIM asked.
”Yeah. Everyone uses ‘Knock knock’, but does no one ever think to use the doorbell?” He said as he took advantage of Clare’s inability to strike back to knock Jevan out of the picture. The other man held his hand out in front him as he said something Morgan didn’t hear over his own words, but they were easily knocked away. The cyborg grabbed his foe’s shoulders and pulled him down so he could deliver a fierce knee-strike into the man’s gut.
”Sure they do.” ZIM replied as Jevan fell to the ground and Morgan turned back to Clare. ”But saying ‘doorbell’ just sounds stupid. It’s like trying to say ‘hit hand against door twice’.”

"Morgan!" Clare yelled as she began to pull out a blaster. "What are you doing!? We helped you in that bar!"

”That’s a good point.” Morgan said to ZIM as reached out and grabbed the blaster by the barrel before she could get a shot off. ”But if you could hold for one moment?”

”Methinks you just wanted me to lead you back to my friend.” Morgan said to Clare as he turned and pulled the blaster past him, lifting his elbow to strike Clare in the face as she held on and was pulled forward.

The woman lost her grip on the weapon as she took the hit and fell to the ground.

”Now, you were saying?” he said, giving his vocal attention back to ZIM.

The conversation was cut short, however, as Clare reach the ground. She swung her leg around to try to knock Morgan’s feet out from under him, but in an apparently lack of understanding about his lower body, took as much hurt as she dealt out.

"Ah!" Clare screamed when her leg impacted Morgan's metal legs. But it was not for nothing, as the impact was still enough to set the cyborg off-balance. He tried to catch himself, but failed, and he was too far off to use his lifts effectively. Rather than lift him into the air, they only sent him further backwards before he hit the ground.

Looking up from the impact, he could see that Clare was still hurting from the kick, but Jevan had gotten back up on his feet, if only just. While clearly still in pain, he tried moving towards Morgan to attack. The cyborg could tell, however, that he was a minor threat at best.

”Maybe it’s just me, but something about this picture doesn’t look right…”

Setting the blaster he had swiped from Clare to ‘stun’, he aimed and fired at the man, causing him to fall over in an unconscious heap. He did the same to Clare once he got up on his feet.

Looking around, he couldn’t help but notice that most the other folks around had scattered, and those left were busy watching from safe cover. As he tried to ignore them, he heard another stun shot from an elevated point. Looking to where it came from, he saw what looked to be some kind of wrinkly-skinned green alien fall from a low rooftop.

He quickly left the other two he had beaten and ran to see what was up.

“You have the wrong people.” He heard, the voice of Norrteth drawing his attention upwards. “He’s a clawdite.”

Giving the fallen alien another look, he could see his bug-eyed pal was right.

”Aaaaaaaahw…c%@$...” Morgan said to himself as he looked back at the two people he had just beaten up and then back to the fallen shape shifter.
“They should all be taken back to the Shape so we can sort this out.” Norrteth said, then disappeared from the rim of the roof, which Morgan hoped was just him looking for a safer way down.

”I recommend we do it quickly, too.” ZIM added.

Given the approaching sound of speeders which more likely than not carried people they would not want finding them, Morgan was not inclined to argue.

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”I tell ya,” Said Morgan as he followed Norrteth off the Shape ”If we don’t jam a bomb down the Ravager’s throat while we’re here and blow them up enough to cripple them, we have got to stop visiting this planet. A world like this is not worth visiting more than once. Tops. And even…hey, I recognize this place.”

As he allowed himself to look around, he recognized that in their return to Carratos, Norrteth had brought them back to the same hanger they had visited the last time they had been on-world.

“Zu’fa? ZIM? Welcome.”

A rather beefed up and armored Rodian was there to greet them this time, rather than Norr’s pal Shrike.

“Oh, sorry.” Norrteth said to Morgan. “This one intended to inform you. Rather than simply conduct the plan of a strike to hit the information center, Norrteth considered that perhaps a larger-scale strike might be in order. One that these friends might be interested in helping with.”
“This way.” The Rodian said, indicating inward. “There are a few of us interested in hearing your idea more in-depth.”
”I don’t suppose there are any other changes in plan you’ve forgotten to mention to me, are there?” Morgan asked.
”Not that he could remember.” ZIM commented.
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Clare entered the cockpit to The Fate II with the gathered Soildings and H6-32. Clare settled herself in the copilot seat while Badim took the pilot. Janos took on navigations and Julia took sensors. Julia was rather inexperienced in all this, even with H6 tutoring her in several ship systems during the transit, but Clare hoped that she learned enough to operate it. H6 was with them all briefly, before departing to the ventral turret.
She checked the console on her side of the cockpit, seeing an approximated time to exiting hyperspace to the O’pahz system, and right on top of Carratos. Two minutes. That would give them enough time to prepare for, as H6 had put it a few days ago, The inevitable combat with The Ravager’s space faring fleet.

A sharp alarm sounded.
That could only mean… before she could finish her thought, the blue vortex of hyperspace dissolved and they all saw the brown, polluted, grime colored outlaw world of Carratos before them, and the sight of freighters and passenger ships adorned the space around them.
“H6,” Badim said while he pressed a button on his console, “Power weapons. Janos, get us a heading into subsector 537. That’ll put us close to their headquarters. Julia--”

“Uh,” she uttered and waved Clare over. She jumped to her feet and went to Julia’s side to overlook her screens. She saw eight small dots, two slightly larger ones and one that dwarfed them. Clare turned to the viewport in the direction the sensors were directed at, and from the bounced lighting from the surface of Carratos, she could see what Julia was trying to figure out.
She saw an Action IV cruiser, two corvette class frigates and eight or more fighter escorts. And they were closing in on them, “Now I see the downside to having a Kuati Yacht,” Clare mused, “Extend my thanks to Lucas if we live through this.”

“Noted.” Badim said, “Hang On!” He banked the ship hard to the right towards the formation. If he was thinking what she was thinking, if they could make it past the larger vessels, they’d be too cumbersome to pursue; making the fighters the only threat to them.

”Kuati Vessel Killer’s Fate Two: Lower your shields, power down your weapons and engines and prepare to be boarded. In exchange we’ll drop you off at the planet after we loot the ship.” the man came over the comlink, and Badim was too eager to reply.

“Frak you.” Badim cut the com and punched the thrusters to full towards the formation. Being greeted by a hail of laser fire as the various ships attempted to disable them. The fighters converged on them and began to fire pointblank at them, but The Fate was at full speed and surpassed them with ease, but they banked around to pursue.

Statement: Master. As much as I hate to say it, I would not advice doing that in the future again.”

“Noted.” Badim repeated, then kept mute.

Master!” H6 called over the shipwide again, “We are getting extremely close to that cruiser, and our weapons are not sufficient enough to destroy it. May I ask what you’re trying to do?”

Badim didn’t respond, instead letting his flying respond for him. For someone who had stayed on his feet most life, he was good at flying. He weaved through traffic that the pirates didn’t care about getting in the way, and Clare hoped their shields held up so they couldn’t be passed off as collateral. This was between them and The Ravagers, no one else needed to get in the way.
The Action IV cruiser came close enough to where she could almost touch it but wouldn’t dare to. Point-defense lasers activated and tried to blast them away but by the time they targeted them, they were out of their line of sight and onto the next set, repeating until The Fate was behind the cruiser and it’s support frigates. A wave of energy wrapped around them for a brief moment and the ship shuttered. They had just been hit by the trailing fighters.
“H6, take care of the fighters to our aft!”

“Yes Master--” A large explosion sounded through the hull, a rush of air and Clare wondered if they had all died for the briefest moment.

Report: Master,” H6 called from the ventral turret, but there was no background sound around him, “The ventral turret is damaged, and I can not access the dorsal turret. I had to seal myself in here due to the damage, or else the ship would depressurize and kill you organics.”

Clare looked at the faces in the cockpit: Badim was fixed to his controls, Janos was trying to keep up with Badim’s flying, and Julia was looking at her console to try and help. Clare was just an observer, and now she had something to do.

“Badim!” Clare called back to him, she was already halfway through the ship when she yelled at him, “Make sure that ventral seal is secure and unlock the dorsal turret controls!”

She didn’t hear a reply, only the unlocking sounds of a latch detaching and a door opening. She climbed down the ladder, almost sliding on the poles and settled in the turret’s controls. She reached over to her right and grabbed a headset so she could communicate with the cockpit and H6.
“H6, how many targets were you able to destroy before your turret was…damaged?”

“One, Mistress. But three more were just launched from the cruiser.”

“Great.”

Clare gripped the ‘steering wheel’ to the turret and rotated it aft, seeing a highlight display on her headset’s HUD so she could see the targets more clearly.
“This is where the fun begins.” She laughed.

“Fun can kills sometimes.” Janos pitched in and Clare had to roll her eyes silently.
Clake pressed the triggers multiple times, seeing green streaks of lasers shoot out. Green of course being the akin to Kuat, which had once been owned by The Empire. She shook the thought out of her head and looked further on to see if she hit anything, apparently not.
They returned fire and the ship shuttered in response. Clare zoomed in on her HUD and focused on a single starfighter, a mix between the main body of a Y-wing and the rear of an X-wing. It was odd, but it combined the best of both and the weakness of none. She was sure that a well placed quadlaser bolt still counted as a weakness however.
She opened fire without announcement, and clipped a wing off the mismatched fighter. It veered and shuttered for a moment, before going in the direction of the absent wing and narrowly missing another fighter.

This was going to be a short fight, and a fight for their lives, “Badim,” Clare said, “You better get us to that planet where we can dodge these guys.”

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“So tell me, what are we waiting on?” Morgan asked as a number of hunters began to assemble in the room.
”I’m not sure.” ZIM said as the two of them waited to get the full story of what was going on.

“The wait is on account of waiting for the full team to assemble.” Norrteth answered him.
”For…?” Morgan asked. ”Sorry, but I think I’m a bit out of the loop right now.”
”Bit in this case being equivalent to ‘entirely’.”

“There is a plan to attack a major Ravager base. If successful, it should allow the elimination of the bounty information that you and Norrteth seek to take care of, and it will provide these hunters with a victory they’ve been looking for.”
”I think that was part of what I did follow on. It was the stuff after that I kind of lost track of what people were talking about.”
“Weren’t you paying attention to the meeting?”
”No. Not really, no.”

Norrteth did the Gand equivalent of a sigh.

“Your job is to infiltrate first, hack into their systems, and let everyone else inside.”
”Of course it is.”
“While the main team attacks from the front, you will then join up with this one and the rest of the secondary force as they infiltrate through a secondary entrance to hit them from behind.”
”Got it. Get in, get everyone else in, join up with you, revert to the usual order of business.”
“Essentially, yes.”

As he continued to wait for what he assumed was the rest of the ‘secondary’ force, he spotted someone he recognized.

”Hey, I recognize that one.”
“Who?”
”That one.” He said, pointing to an armored hunter whose outfit revealed little about them other than that they were humanoid.
“They do look familiar. But then again, Norrteth recognizes many of those here.”
”Korriban.” Morgan said. ”They showed up just before we left the planet and tried to snipe the bounty away. Nearly shot me up when they thought we were in possession of Terex.”
”Awkward.”
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Badim dodged buildings and airspeeders as he brought the smoking Killer’s Fate II down into Danicul in a hurry. They still had fighters somewhere on their tail, and Clare was doing as best a job she could in dealing with them. Badim loved Clare, but didn’t know how exactly she was coping with the loss of their child. It should still be hitting her as hard as it was Badim. He had stayed mute during the dogfight, lost in thought as to what had happened and how it could have been avoided, if at all. Now Clare was, as the doctor had put, infertile to a point. She had less than a twenty percent chance of getting pregnant again with the bleeding, shock and trauma of the event. How could she live? Wasn’t it a dream of every woman to start a family? Even someone with the life history of Clare, it was a dream she had. Or once had. He saw the sparkle and gleam in her eyes when she showed him the pregnancy tests. He could see she really wanted to bear his child. Badim was the happiest man in the Galaxy at that moment.

What happened? Now he was filled with grief, though he didn’t show it. It had hit him like a rancor flung at him at lightspeed, now of all times.

Alarms flared in the cockpit. Janos and Julia were grimacing. Clare was screaming for Badim to watch where he was going. H6 was calculating proximity to impact.
Badim snapped out of his mindset and looked ahead of him. Two large skyscrapers hung in front of The Killer’s Fate II, and Badim on instinct and angled the Fate skillfully between them with just enough room to spare the life of Clare in the dorsal turret bubble, and the artificial one of H6.
Wake up, Assassin! ” Clare barked over the comlink, “That almost took off my head!

Before Badim could reply, the two buildings passed over them and three dull thuds sounded behind them.
Report: ” H6 stated from the ventral turret, “Three of the remaining five makeshift starfighters have been eliminated. Idiotic Organics.

Badim veered left and ducked under an underpass full of landspeeders. He spotted an enclosed hanger and swung inside, lowering the landing gear and setting the Fate down easily. Badim checked the sensors and located the remaining two red dots, going off in the wrong direction to find them.

Safe.

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”Morgan, this is Norrteth. Do you copy?”

Morgan nearly hit his head on the upper side of the ventilation system as he reacted to the sound of his partners voice.

”I thought we were aiming for communications silence.” Morgan replied.
“That is understood.” The gand said on the other end. “However, there is beginning to be questions about how much longer you are going to be.”

”Impatient little group of :evil: :evil: :evil: :evil: :evil: :evil: s, aren’t they?”
”Want to ask if any of them would rather be in here sneaking around through squishy pathways?” Morgan replied as he continued to infiltrate the pirate base.

”Norrteth will be refraining from asking such a question.”
”Thanks for nothin’.” Morgan continued as he came to an intersection. Double-checking his HUD to make sure he was going the right way, he headed down the right passageway. ”Keep in mind I have a particular amount of experience with this sort of situation. It’s not exactly a fast means of getting around.”
”Norrteth is aware of this. But this one is unsure of his ability to dissuade these other hunters from questioning your competence.”

”Wow. Talk about your lack of respect.”
”Don’t worry about that. Just worry about keeping them patient.” Morgan replied.
“Norrteth will see what he can do.”

”You know, this reminds me of that cruise ship I was telling you about.” Morgan said as he continued down the ventilation shaft.

******Then…******

”I can not believe this is happening.” Morgan said as he slowly crawled along the ventilation system of the Galactic Pearl, the cruise ship that was suppose to be the site of an easy in-and-out grab mission. If he hadn’t know better, however, the series of events leading up to this point would have suggested that the galaxy itself was out to make things difficult for him.

”I’m usually not one to point out the optimistic side of things, but things could be worse.”
”Well, thank you for that. You’re right, with my ship nearly shot down, the job verging on the point of FUBAR, no idea how I’m going to pull myself out of this one, and now I’m climbing through a stupid cliché, you’re right. We could be lying around a corridor somewhere with my legs blown apart and my limbs not functioning.”
”Glad to be of service.”

Morgan let out a sigh of frustration as he approached what appeared to be an exit.

”Hey, this might be what we’re looking for.”
”Good. Maybe we start killing people now instead of sneaking around them.”
”Whatever. So long as I don’t have to climb through any more air vents. If I ever have to do it again, it’ll be far too soon.”

******Now…******

”First, Norrteth believes you skipped a large portion of your story.” the Gand said, interrupting Morgan’s narrative. ”Second, this one thought you were worried about comm. silence.”
”Eh, ‘ef comm. silence.” Morgan replied. ”Now where was I?”

******Then…******

The Nowitz Mine came out of hyperspace at the intended destination. The site of the target, the Galactic Pearl, was there too, just as intended. Those were the only two things that appeared to be in order.

”Ok…this doesn’t look right.” Morgan said as he checked his scanners. ”No sign of Badim’s communication signature. There’s also some sort of jamming signal and…another ship?”

He ran through the instruments again, trying desperately to see if perhaps there was just something wrong on his end.

While he naturally refrained from trying to contact the other vessel, he was surprised that likewise, there was no effort on the other end to contact him.

And as Morgan closed in on both the Galactic Pearl and the new mystery ship, the situation got even worse when the new ship opened fire on him.

******Now…******

”Hey, look.” Morgan said as he came to his intended destination. ”Norrteth, tell your buddy hunters out there their waiting should be over soon. I’m at the target and prepared to infiltrate with extreme prejudice."
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Clare, Badim, his parents and H6 departed The Killer’s Fate II and onto the criminal surface of Carratos. Clare hadn’t been here for weeks, but it still smelled and looked the same. From underneath Clare’s hood she could see the brown-tinted world around her, the musty smell of pollution, and the distant sound of random blaster fire. Carratos.
Clare tugged at the brown cloak protecting her identity. A glance at Badim showed him surveying the environment, Janos repeating the motion as with H6. Clare pulled out a datapad, the very same that revealed to her about the bounty weeks ago. There were a set of directions for collectors to get their reward, and she pinned it down to Sector 15 of Subsector 537. They’d be able to find a way to sneak in from there.

Julia sported the same cloak as Clare, and the two stood behind Badim, Janos and H6.

She wondered why Badim stayed with her, comforted her through all of this. Yes, they were together and that was a reason in itself. But did he feel obligated to stay after what happened to her? Did he want to leave her? She couldn’t answer these questions. For all she knew, their relationship had been an attraction, adrenaline from events and sex. She didn’t know if it was real anymore, or if it ever was.
Clare shook her head vigorously, shaking the blasphemous thought from her head. He stayed because he wanted to. Even if their relationship was started by emotional circumstances, there was something there.

Wasn’t there?

Clare snapped her thoughts back towards dealing with the bounties, held up the datapad to Badim and showed him where to go. He nodded, “Let’s deal with this and get us all back to normal.”

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Badim walked the streets of Carratos in the direction Clare indicated. That’s when his comlink bleeped when a new contact came in range. Two contacts. Morgan and Norrteth. Badim let a smirk cross his lips, they beat them to Carratos and were about to strike he assumed.
Badim checked the comlink for a secure channel, then spoke into it, “Morgan, Norrteth. Anyone copy? It’s Soilding and Velez, we miss anything?

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Morgan took a viewing device out of a pouch on his armor and plugged it into his arm. Holding the arm up to the vent, he then stuck the camera through the vent and looked around the room on the other side. The room was a decent size, and more importantly, it was populated by a very manageable eight pirates.

”Alright, showtime.” He thought to himself as he put the viewer away and pulled out a smoke grenade.
”Yay! Now is fun time!”

”Norrteth, this is Morgan. I’m about to break in, and giving your infil team a thumbs up to begin their assault when you feel ready.”
”This is Norrteth, he copies.”

Bracing his back against the far side of the duct system, Morgan gave the vent a hard kick and activated his repulsor lifts as his feet hit. With no room for him to go backwards, the combined impact of both sent the vent cover flying into the room, which Morgan followed up on with the smoke grenade.

Turning his body around, he then propelled himself out into the cover of the smoke and drew a blaster pistol.

“What the…”

Using his vision system to see through the smoke, he fired off his first shot and hit the speaker off the side of his eye, killing him before he hit the floor.

”One down, seven to go.”

He fired towards the three remaining pirates on the far side of the room – a position where he’d be able to find cover once he cleared them out – and grabbed the smoke grenade as he continued further into the room. The remaining pirates all drew weapons of their own and opened fire. However, thanks to Morgan being in the middle of them, one of them was killed with friendly fire when Morgan ducked beneath his line of fire.

“What was THAT?!” He heard another pirate exclaim. Not caring of the effect beyond adding to the confusion of the situation, Morgan pulled out a frag grenade which he threw towards the three pirates still positioned on the ‘safe’ side of the room.

“It’s not m-MOVE!”

While two of the pirates moved safely out of the way, one was caught in the explosion. That suited Morgan just fine, as he was able to jump to the far side of a display table and shoot one of the fleeing pirates in the back. While he avoided most of the blaster fire that followed him, one shot grazed him across the shoulder, though it did little more than leave him with a burn.

”Little close, don’t you think?” ZIM said as Morgan put his blaster pistol away and pulled out a rifle.
”Yeah, says the droid that just gets to ride around in back.”


Tossing the smoke grenade back out into the room for whatever time it had left, he popped out of cover and aimed for the closer of the rooms two doors, shooting the control panel to control access to the room. Another shot downed a pirate that had been attempting to retreat out that exit.

The remaining four took what cover they could, with one near the vent system, and he could hear another trying to call for backup.

”Morgan, there is a development.”
”Now? Please tell me this is a good thing.” Morgan said as he tried to pop up to get another shot off. He ducked back, however, when two shots nearly took his face off.
”Did you invite people to participate and not tell anyone else?”
”One – no.” Morgan said, then ducked around the side of his cover and took out the pirate on the comm system.
”Two – can this wait? I’m a little busy right now.”

As a grenade rolled around the corner, Morgan was quick to roll out the other side. While he took a shot to the leg, he was still able to duck underneath a control panel and take out a pirate located close to the door, and shot another in the chest as they tried to bend out from their cover.

The eighth and final pirate, located on he far end of the now dissipated smoke, was surprised to see where Morgan was located, and quickly made his way from the vent area to Morgans former cover, forcing the bounty hunter to get to his feet and start firing a steady stream of shots in the pirates direction in order to keep him from popping his head up and getting a clean shot off. The blaster rifle ran out of ammo as he neared the door, so he dropped the weapon and drew his blaster pistol instead, taking a kneeling stance and aiming towards the cover.

”You’re out in the…”
”I know. Shut up.”

Holding his breath, he waited for several tense moments for something to happen. It finally did when the pirate thought it was safe to stick his head back out, the exact opportunity that Morgan was waiting for. Having actually prepared for the moment, was ready to get a shot off that finally cleared the room of opposition.

”I’d say that went well enough.” ZIM commented as Morgan took several deep breaths and stood on his feet, a task that was surprisingly more difficult now that he was able to actual focus on the damage he had taken. While there was nothing crippling about it, the hit on his leg was causing the servomotors to stiffen up.

”Yeeeeah…” Morgan replied as he turned around to face the door. ”Ok, Norrteth, what were you talking about?”

Which was when it opened, revealing a small team of pirates on the other side.

”Or not.”
”Hello there.” Morgan said, and took advantage of the brief moment of confusion to punch the closest pirate in the face. Sliding to the side as he rose his blaster pistol and fired aimlessly out of the room, he moved his hand over the control panel to close the door again and lock it.

”This one was…”
”Nevermind.”

That’ll hold them for a couple seconds.


Popping out his computer jack, he hooked up to the door to allow ZIM an opportunity to lock it more permanently. Before he could finish, however, the pirates were able to override their own lock and open the door again. This time, however, Morgan was ready for them.

”Hello again.” He said as the door opened, and held up a grenade. ”Got a present for ya.”

Tossing the grenade casually out the door, the ZIM forced the door close again just in time to block the explosion.

”That’ll hold them for a bit longer.”

His safety finally a bit more assured, Morgan trotted his way back into the room, taking care to place the vent back over his original entrance point before heading towards a data port for ZIM to hack into.

”Alright, sorry about that, Norrteth. I’m about ready to hack into the system. What were you talking about?”
”It’s your friend, Badim. He’s attempting to contact these two.”
”What?” Morgan said as he came to a brief halt, not sure what Norrteth was talking about.
”Here, listen.”

Norrteth played the assassin’s voice through the comm system.

”I repeat, this is Soilding. Velez is with me, and…”

”Did you invite him here?” Norrteth asked as his voice came back on. In the background, Morgan could hear the sounds of battle.
”Uh, no.” Morgan replied as he continued his way to a control panel and sat down. ”I didn’t even know he was going to be on the planet.”
”Then how is he contacting this communicator? This is supposed to be a closed line.”

There was a brief pause as Morgan tried to let ZIM do his thing and Norrteth did whatever it was he was doing on the other end.

”Did you grab the wrong communicators?” He heard Norrteth say.
”We have multiple sets of them?” Morgan replied.
”Yes. There is a closed line communicator and an open line communicator. Norrteth told you to grab the closed line ones. Which were located in Norrteth’s equipment locker.”
”I didn’t find a Communicator in your equipment locker. I found one sitting in the cockpit. I thought it was what you were looking for. I grabbed it.”
”And Norrteth is now speaking on a line that’s possibly open to anyone who has the right frequency.”
”Well, I’m sorry about that. I’m sorry I wasn’t aware we have specially designated communicators.”
”You might like to know that I’m in the system.”
”Yeah, hold on that, ZIM. Norrteth, let’s just discuss this more later. Punch me through to him. I’ll see what I can do about this turn of events.”
”This had better not compromise this mission.” Norrteth said.

”…m I talking to anyone?” Morgan heard Badim’s voice coming through.
”Yeeeeah. This is Morgan.” Morgan responded to him. ”Sorry to break this to you, but you’re kind of calling at a bad time. Can I get back to you later?”
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Badim sighed and turned to Clare, H6 and his parents. He shrugged his shoulders and gestured for the datapad Clare held. In his hands the cold metal ‘pad showed how far out they were from the Ravagers’ headquarters, he brought up his comlink and replied.
“Actually,” Badim began. “It can’t. Turns out this bounty is stretching to more than just Clare and Jevan, if he’s even still alive.” He heard a dull explosion from the other side of the comlink and added, “I guess it isn’t so bad over there. ZIM must be having a heyday in there.” He checked the datapad again then continued, “We’ve got coordinates to the HQ and we‘ll enter wherever you need us. It wasn’t that hard to find. They got so much power here they don’t care if their base is well known. It’s probably well avoided.”

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”Wow, they’re really on top of things, aren’t they?”
”Yeah, that’s one way of looking at it, I suppose.” Morgan said before turning his attention back to Badim. ”Kind of funny you should mention the whole bounty deal. That’s kind of one of those things we’re working on here. I’m not exactly sure if I can point you anywhere right now, I’m not exactly high up on this operation. For that matter, I’m not even sure I’m fully aware of all what’s going on with this thing. Would you mind…”
”You sure that’s a good way to go about it?

Morgan thought for a moment to try to figure out what ZIM was talking about.

”I’m not sure I follow.”
”You really think he’s just going to wait around doing nothing till you give him something to do?”
”That…would be a very excellent point.” Morgan thought, realizing that trying to find something he could give the assassin to do would probably be better than giving him a reason to find something to do on his own.

”Uh…yeah. Badim, you mentioned Clare was with you? Did you bring that stupid droid along with you, too? He said, secretly hoping that the droid was along and had heard his attempted jab at the unit.
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