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"To quote master vander 'judge me not by my size' and I don't need to keep up,  just last longer" Kaye says waging his eyebrows "valk I'll see you guy at the bar" he says as he jumps onto his swoop and speeds off passing Korr and Mac
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Valkin ushers the remaining team members into the speeder making sure to help nabrina in, and flys is back to the bar


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Valkin chuckles " hey it's what I do, and as usual next rounds on me. TO VICTORY!"
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Kay smirks " what's the roomer mill's tally up to for the fight Joe?"


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Amused by Kay's antics Nabrina follows Valkin to the speeder her mind reviewing the fight. while her tactics served well her carelessness early on had resulted in an injury she could have avoided this was something to work on. she also realized that despite putting up an amazing fight her teras kasai was rusty and it showed this was something she would have to resolve before more combat.

on arriving at the bar she enters and scans the crowd as drinks are served she orders herself a mug of tihaar she sits down by valkin and observes everyone going over the fight step by step and analyzing her mistakes.
"valkin? the weapon you ordered when do they arrive i'm starting to run low on munitions only a few rockets and grenades" she says before looking to the others "Joro can you use the com to get ahold of our twin friends that we hired seems we may want the extra muscle" she takes a slow drink savoring the taste, closing her eyes and letting herself remember one of the few happier times in her life.
after a moment she opens her eyes looking around "are we staying on the ship tonight or do we set up for around here?"

Phram is still walking with the sign of damaged property.  He might have been the hardest hit of the group.  With a lomin-ale from the bar, he sits at the table.  "The apartment seems like a fine idea.  It will keeps us closer to the center of our investigation.  I know that I need to rest and recover."

"Joro can you use the com to get a hold of our twin friends that we hired seems we may want the extra muscle..."

The padawan nodded and moved to accomplish the deed. He quietly maneuvered past the group to the maintenance stairwell at the far end of the establishment. It took him a moment to unlatch the heavy door; his hands were still shaking. It took fifteen minutes to scale the flights up to the roof and Joro was out of breath by the time he made it to the roofside doorway. Again he struggled with the heavy latch, grunting loudly from the extra effort required to force the portal open. Warm, quick wind slapped him in the face and the glow of neon lights once again met his gaze. He took a moment and closed heavy, poorly maintained door shut behind him, then turned his attention to the neon glow illuminating the roof.

Spoiler: Rooftop view (hover to show)

Joro allowed himself a moment to admire the view. The sheer size of this planet, the brightness and height of it, never failed to impress him. The concrete jungle of electric lanes and zooming speeders felt comforting. This place had been his home once and there was always a tiny place of warmth he reserved for it. Now, even after all of the mess this mission had brought, he still felt happier among the towering spires, cold sky and noxious air then he did back under the sunlight and safety of Dantooine.

Something pinched Joro under his ribs. He winced and gingerly parted his robes. Several blaster burns peppered his body, and a particularly nasty pair of wounds sat on his right side. The fur was curled and singed where the plasma had burned through his material. Unfortunately the flesh had not complete cauterized and steady rivulets of blood had been staining his robe.

'They hurt usss. Fixxx it! The caustic little voice hissed. Joro shook his head and pulled out the communicator. "I'll deal with it in a minute..." He began typing a message to the Udhea Twins.

Spoiler: Ethea and Ja'ani (hover to show)

'What is your ETA...'

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'Well well! Hello again. Another 24 hours at most.'

'No good. We've run into problems. We need you quickly.'

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'We have our own issues, you know! We will get there when we are are ready.'

'No. Now.'

'We don't work for you, Whiskers. All your boss did was give us some credits.'

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'Fine. -I- need your help down here. Me. What do I need to do for you to be here as quickly as possible?'

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'Ja'ani wants you to do that thing again. You know what we mean...and I want to watch.'

'No. Out of the question.'

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'Seriously? Its been YEARS. No one else can do it and we've missed you.'

'I can't.'

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'Can't, or won't, Whiskers? Because that twenty four hours isn't likely to change without some...proper...motivation.'

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'Fine. Later.'

'Good boy.'

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'We've skipped the customs ports. It won't take long to reach you. Send us some coordinates. '

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'Thank you.'

'Of course! See you soon, sweetie.'

Joro snarled and closed the text window to the twins. He immediately opened another one and connected to Master Linnea's console.

Spoiler: Linnea (hover to show)

'I don't suppose news already reached you about the market fight?'

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'JORO! WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU PEOPLE THINKING?'

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'We were attempting to meet an informant. He was followed or tracked somehow.'

'Are you certain? My sources tell me it was organized. You made one hell of a mess.'

'I understand, Master. It was not our intention...Is your position in any danger?'

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'No. Luckily you and your team's blunders have had no large repercussions BEYOND violating what neutrality the market represented. There are rumblings the Hutts are very displeased. They have no idea who exactly is causing these problems...So you still have room to breath, for now.'

'That is a relief.'

'Yes, padawan, it is. I'd rather not lose you. Not to the Sith...Not to anyone.'

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'Thank you, Master.'

'You are welcome.'

'We are regrouping for now. We sustained injuries during the confrontation. 'Your speeder was left at the market but it won't be stolen if you move to recover it quickly.'

'Are you alright? Do you need me to come over and assist?'

'No, Master, we not that bad...Perhaps not as bad as the reports might suggest.'

'Are you certain? Joro, I need to know you will make it through this.'

'Thank you, but my life will mean nothing if this mission fails. None of ours will.'

'That's not true, Joro...You may not know it but...you are important.'

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'To me, Joro...I won't allow you to go in unprotected. Last time that happened my sister died...and you were swallowed up by Lannik...'

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'I...understand, Master.'

'Good.'

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'Promise you will be careful...and save our revenge for the ones that truly deserve it.'

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'I promise.'

'Thank you, padawan. Be safe.'

The pain worsened as Joro closed the text window. He inhaled sharply and cradled his side. "D'Arvit..." He moved across the roof until he found a place to sit. He produced the one medical kit from his bag and unzipped it, placing the simple tools to his side. He had just enough to deal with the most serious wounds and numb out the pain. Beyond that he would need to see a doctor and there was NO time for something so...unnecessary.

Spoiler: Treat Injury on Self (hover to show)

'Doctorsss never helped usss on Lannik...We don't need them.' Joro nodded to himself and examined the wounds to decide the best way to treat them. Z33B_28:1D20+9 → 16(7 + 9) Unfortunately he had no knowledge of sith weapon settings. He'd have to patch up the shots and ignore them for now. Once Joro pushed the top of his robes down to his waist, he grabbed the general antibiotic and squirted it into the two wounds. "Nngh!" The pain shocked him but he ground his teeth and delicately picked up one of the needles from the kit and, patiently, threaded the needle. Then he pressed the tip of the metal into his skin and began the frustrating and unpleasant activity of suturing the shots closed. The burns refused to cooperate at first and it was difficult to maintain a grip...but he managed to wrestle the wound close after several stitches. He snipped the thread, placed another through the eye and continued with the second impact. This was was just as difficult and more than once Joro had to stop and catch his breath, or swallow the saliva collecting over his tongue from the pain. However, eventually, the second opening in his fur and skin was forced closed.

Z33B_28:1D20+9 → 27(18 + 9)
[Grants +12 HP!]
24+12=36/131

'Sssee? The Sssith have no power over usss. We need no one.' The spiteful little voice complimented as the bothan caught his breath. Joro nodded silently again in agreement. 'They try to dessstroy usss again and again...dissspose of usss like an animal.'

"I won't let them win this." Joro announced angrily, turning his tired eyes toward the brightly lit city once again.  "I won't let HIM get the satisfaction...Not this time."

As the group heads into the apartment, Phram notices that Joro is not with them and returns to the bar.  He traces Joro's Force scent up the stairs and to the roof.  He stops for a moment to push open the heavy door and then hears Joro mutter to himself, recognizing it as old symptoms of past conflicts.  The Kerkoiden takes note of Joro's bandaging efforts and delicately tries to start the conversation. "How are you feeling, Joro?" 

Phram stops for a second.  He had seen scars before, but not what he saw on Joro.  He tactfully turns his head away to give Joro some modicum of privacy to put his robes back on.  Once he is certain Joro has regained his own composure, Phram approaches his apprentice.  He gives a small, wan smile.  "I can tell." He takes a seat near the Bothan.  "It must have been hard to face him again."

Phram nods as Joro talks, content to listen to his Padawan.  Then the mask is revealed, and Phram's insides go cold.  He would have to tread carefully here.  What had possessed Joro to take the mask?  And more importantly, could he let it go? 

He begins softly.  "Joro, the Force cries out with the passing of each being in the universe.  It is not something to take joy from.  Even though the death of Androvich was necessary, I am not glad to send even him into the netherworld to reap his just reward."  He pauses for a moment.  "Talk to me, Joro.  Unburden your soul.  Tell me what truly troubles you.  I am not just your Master:  I am your friend."