Malice looked up as Kalon came into the room, and she could immediately tell he was upset by something. Very, very upset about something. It had been awhile since she'd seen him this angry about anything.

"Kalon? What's wrong?" She asked as he paced in front of her for a few moments. Aiya and Mirdala both looked up and exchanged glances. They could sense something was wrong and all three of them tensed in response.

"Someone requested to meet with me. They said they had an assignment that would pay well, so I told them I'd meet them in the cantina to hear what they had in mind." He started, his hands balled into fists as he began to take deeper breaths in an attempt to calm himself. Malice didn't think anything sounded out of place so far but stayed silent to let him continue his story.

"You were their target."

Ah. There was the problem.

"Me? I don't believe I've done anything recently to put me on someone's radar like that. Did they say why?" She asked, searching her memories for something she could have done to warrant an assassination. Aiya growled slightly under her breath, and Malice shushed her.

"He's not going to follow through, Aiya. He wouldn't," she said, glancing to the Nexu before back up to the Mandalorian. "Right?"

"Of course not. I couldn't. I would never kill you." He said, finally beginning to calm down. He sat beside her, wrapping his arms around her to pull her close.

"Nothing is going to happen to me, and if anyone tries anything, they'll have a very fun fight on their hands." She assured him. "In fact, I think it would be fun to find this guy again. See if we can get some answers out of him. What do you think?"

She could tell immediately that Kalon liked the idea. Their relationship hadn't been a secret, but it wasn't something they'd gone around announcing, either. It didn't surprise her that whoever it was that wanted her dead hadn't known who he was talking to when he'd called for Kalon. Though the two hadn't been sure of each other when Malice had first arrived to live with the clan, they were very fond of each other now. They'd met in the place that most met Kalon, drinking in the cantina, and after a few near death experiences and sparring matches, they'd simply grown closer, much to Malice's confusion. She hadn't been familiar with such feelings, and they'd caught her off guard. It was a feeling she didn't appreciate but after getting used to them, she was alright now.

"Come on. Let's go see if we can track whoever it was down." She said, nudging him with her shoulder. The two stood and walked out the door together, heading for the cantina again.

Once in the cantina, they both looked around, Kalon reaching out with the force to probe around for the man.

"There." He said, nodding to a figure who currently had his back to them. Malice walked over immediately, Kalon following closely behind. She took a seat without speaking across from the man, who looked up with a startled look on his face when he recognized her.

"Hi there. I caught word that you're looking to get me killed. Care to tell me why?" She said casually. The man laughed in response.

"And why would I tell you anything?" He said, smirking. Malice exchanged a glance with Kalon, who was standing just behind the man, his arms folded and looking very intimidating.

"Tell me, have you ever had your neck snapped? I've heard it's not very pleasant, but I'm very curious to see it happen to someone else."

"And who's going to snap my neck? You?"

"No, actually. I wish. See, I have someone who's just aching to volunteer, and after the day he's had today, I'd start talking pretty quickly."

The man seemed to think she was bluffing, until Kalon stepped forward, gripping the back of the man's head and slamming it forward into the table. An audible crack was heard as the man's nose broke, blood beginning to seep out of it. A few people looked in their direction, but most paid them no mind. It was not an unfamiliar sight to see the two of them getting into and out of trouble.

The man looked up, pinching his nose in an attempt to get the blood to stop. When he saw just who it was that had broken his nose, he seemed to take Malice more seriously.

"Listen, it's not me that wants you dead, nor is it specifically you that they're aiming towards. My employer is looking to get at your master, not you." He finally said, wincing every so often from the face pain he was no doubt experiencing.

"Selika? I'm sorry to tell you, but killing me won't affect her in any way, other than getting rid of someone that runs errands for her. She's not that kind of person." Malice said, laughing. Whoever it was that was behind all this certainly seemed to not know Selika very well at all. "Now why don't you tell us who it is behind all of this, hmm? I'd hate for you to break anything else today."

"I don't know who they are, honest. Just that they're in Clan Odan Urr." The man stammered. Malice exchanged another glance with Kalon. Their clan had just finished a war with the Jedi of Odan Urr, winning and taking slaves triumphantly. Perhaps someone had unfinished business with Selika and was determined to complete it, even if they had lost.

"He seems to be telling the truth." She spoke silently to the mandalorian's mind. "What do we do with him?"

"This."

Kalon reached forward again, placing his hands on either sides of the man's head. A quick snap to the side and it was over in the blink of an eye.

"Hmm. Not as interesting as I thought it would be." She said, sighing. Their search would have to be put on hold for now, but at least they had a good idea where to start looking.