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Aiden Lee, In shadow dwells Garbed in darkness, blackest night Silence lingers, quiet yells Hidden figures, piercing might

Inquisitorious, his loyalty feign Clan Taldryan, home asunder Assassin's blood flow in his vein Dulling eyes filled with no wonder

Traitor, his name, dragged out in mud Run, Hide, away from the Light Beaten, Bruised, dripping Blood Never could he win this fight.

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On board of Ranarr's VT-49 Decimator

"Yes Consul, I'm closing on him as we speak."

Through his comlink Ranarr is in contact with Master Dek Sabbat, the newly appointed Consul of Tarentum, who gave him the order to track down and bring back (dead or alive) a traitor to the Clan.

"Make sure you get the job done my friend," Dek said, just before they lost connection.

The signal of the comlink was jammed, "Damn, what's this?!" Seconds later his radar shut down as well. As Ranarr looked through his left window, he noticed a small ship closing in. Through the radio came an unknown voice: "Greetings."

"Who is this? "The name is Fett and I'm curious, who are you?" "Ranarr Kul, and I'd like you to stop jamming my equipment" "I'm afraid I can't do that Ranarr Kul. I have you on my radar for a while now and it seems like you keep getting in my way..." "What the hell are you talking about?" "You are hunting my bounty, mister Kul." "So, you're a bountyhunter huh." "No, mister Kul, I'm THE bountyhunter. I'd like you to turn around and let me do my job, without you getting hurt."

Before Ranarr could even response to that last message, the stranger flew of at high speed. It seemed like his radar was working again and his comlink... "Yes!" was on again to.

"Consul, we might have a problem here..." "Stay focused Ranarr."

Two hunters stalking the same prey, and neither was backing of. That the best Mercenary may get the job done.

It was a beaitiful day, that warm summer night. I had just landed on Naboo to meet Padme for dinner and a drink. "What a wonderful place," Magik thought, as the Royal guards escorted him to see Padme. She entered the room with so much amazement, her gown flowed to the floor, her hair was done in a dramatic bob. She looked so amazing that night, I was speechless. I didn't have much of a wait, that night, she had been waiting for me, ready for our casual dinner, but the was nothing casual about it, Padme looked stunning as always. The meal was excellent, we ate side by side in the grand ballroom. Drinks came after dinner, champagne, was Padme favorite, we talked business and about other things as well. It was nice to finally catch up on many things that had almost been forgotten.

My travels had left me weary, but I carried on. Business with the lady was a priority and discretion was the topic at hand. We finally left the grand ballroom, I have never seen her so excited. She told me numerous stories about her fair dealings with the nearby systems. I could only applaud her, for her ministry. He had hit a high note, the moon was full that night and we gazed upon the starz, on the terrace balacony. I always knew Naboo was a wonderful place, but I could never forget the moments spent with her that night. She teased me of busines to come and future dealings. She told me I would always have a place at her side. I cherrished that moment, we had a common respect for eachother, something I could not look past. Our ventures were very fruitful and everlasting. I will never forget the times spent with Padme, what a wonderful wome!

Justinios stared at Andrelious with a sick look on his face. "You choose to drink this?"

The former Imperial laughed at the blue alien, "Many lifeforms find it relaxing."

“Ugh”, the professor turned Jedi exclaimed after attempting another sip, “I would rather drink the fluid out of an oil bath.”

“Ok I get it you don't like tea.” Justinios could tell that his human counterpart was becoming slightly offended. “What about the pastries, are those acceptable to your refined palate?”

Justinios took a nibble of the jelly covered pastry in front of him. “Oh… mmmm… now that is pretty good. What is that called?”

“That my friend is called a crumpet,” the newly minted Rollmaster said with a smile.

Having taken a huge bite, Justinios was only able to mumble a reply. “Crumpets make tea time a bit better.”

There's a group called Inquisitorius, Whose members each thought they were ruthless, But if the truth be told, They were all so very old, That they all really were toothless!

You know guys, I think we should run. One misstep and we are quite done. Lord Jac wants us dead, INQ in his stead, Assassins are not all that fun.

thump, thump

“Who is it?”

“You called me, mercenary.”

“I'd recognize that annoyed tone just about anywhere, I imagine.”

swiiishhhh

“Ah, Kul’tak. Glad you could find time in your busy schedule to meet with me.”

“You know I'm just overseeing some of the repair work, Uscot.”

“Yes, well, I'm sure your brain was straining hard to give out all those difficult orders. ‘Move that. Push this.’ You should have joined them and put those muscles you love so much to work.”

“Sometimes I just want to punch you in your blue face, mercenary.”

“My, my, as touchy as always, Drol. Here, have a seat and we’ll discuss the information my source has gathered.”

“Uhhh...Uscot...your--”

“Patience, Drol. We'll get to your part. Sit.”

“Might get a bit drafty.”

“What...Never mind, if you're cold tighten you cloak. Now, if you'll listen I'd like to run this discovery by you.”

“So you might could say you want to fly it by me?”

“If you want to be facetious, Drol, we're going to get nowhere.”

“Well then, perhaps we should zipper this conversation shut for another time.”

“What is with you and these vague comments?”

The Zabrak huffed in annoyance before continuing, “Stand up, Uscot.”

“What? Kul if you're looking to spar, now is hardly the time. I know you Sith like to show off your strength, but just this once could you act like a sensible and straightforward person?”

“Alright. Straightforward…your fly is open.”

“My wha--oh. Ah...Well don't stare!”

Tyrant of a time A figure of victory Legacy of Success Dark times have come Reduced to almost none Youth must surpass the old Against all odds Never shall we fall

---Finding Humor in the Right Place---

[WHY POKING THE ARM] intoned the text-to-speech program on the Wookiee’s datapad.

“You flew pretty far, Kelviin!” chuckled Koliss nervously. “You certainly fared better than that other poor bastard… ” the medic winced at the fresh mental image, combined with his own traumatic Wookiee experiences, “but we just need to make sure everything is in its right place!”

[BUT ARE POKING LEFT PLACE]

Koliss chuckled. “Yes, left would be the right place for the left arm.”

“AAAAAAAHEWHREHRGH!” Kelviin recoiled while his datapad translated: [AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.]

“Thank goodness for that translation, eh…” muttered Koliss, as he caught his breath.

[ARE FIND TICKLISH PLACE]

“Fantastic! I never heard of a ticklish Wookiee before; I'm sure the clinic staff will have a fit about it.” Koliss dabbed a bead of stress-induced sweat from his brow, “Though I do wish that was something I knew going into this examination.”

[AM SORRY, NOT KNOW AM TICKLISH TOO]

“Well then! Discoveries being made all around!”

Koliss continued the examination. Where had he left off? Ah. He moved on to Kelviin’s right arm.

[THERE, ARE FIND RIGHT PLACE] [IS EVERYTHING IN RIGHT PLACE?]

“I do believe so, as far as I’ve seen! This should be your radius, firmly intact… This would be your ulna… Ah! And I found your humerus.”

[AW, AM FIND YOU HUMOROUS TOO]

Koliss and Kelviin stared at each other blankly for a moment. Kelviin suddenly went in for a hug, only to see Koliss flee the room with a yelp.

[HAHAHA BEST SILLY MEDIC]

Tragedy and treachery befell us Ambushed by the one who we trusted most. Legacies were unwritten and destroyed Death was everywhere and struck everyone. Retreat was our only option that day Yet we still kept together as one Clan. Arising from the ashes, we rebuild: Never again will we fall - Taldryan.