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      Location: Outer Rim Territories | Helska 1 | Reibon City
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      Objective: Purchasing New Ship Parts



      "If I had a credit for every time this blasted ship broke down..." Kestrel murmered under her breath with a sigh.

      She proceeded to clunk her leather bag on top of the merchants booth, among all the random ship parts and wares accumulated and displayed. She unzipped it, and dug around until a credit chit was produced. She stared at it for a long moment, then painfully forked it over to the itching palm of the Rodian, the last of her cash gone. All for an overpriced power converter.

      "Wknuto che sa shuss."

      "Alquono deg apprefaron." Kestrel replied, unable to keep from grinning at the apparent surprise lighting upon his features, that someone out here knew his language.

      Well, a bit, anyway. She wasn't fluent in rodese, but had picked up enough of it on Tatooine that she could hold a limited conversation. "Thank you again, friend. Couldn't get back home without this." She held up the part to regard it one last time, contemplating its worth before she slipped it into her bag and re-shouldered it. The new weight instantly began pulling the strap down, digging painfully into her shoulder. She tried to adjust the strap to a comfortable position, but to no avail.

      'At least the dockingbay isn't far.' she reassured herself, beginning her trek back through the marketplace, taking the time to notice a few things she'd missed before.

      Helska 1 was a place of wild jungles, jagged mountains, glass-sand beaches and largely unpopulated, except for the main city she was in, Reibon, which was rather small and unimportant. It looked like an old trading port that had been forgotten and faded through time, eventually being transformed into this settlement for the Outer Rims 'catch all'. Those looking to start fresh, those who didn't want to be found, not a too dissimilar feel of Tatooine's population. Filled with a lot of 'interesting types' of characters, characters she didn't want to stick around to get acquainted with.

      Alas, the planet had been a necessary pit stop when her ship started petering-out en route to Yavin 8 from Belkadan. Judah had sent her there on an errand to pick up an artifact that was found at an archaeological dig site, tasked to bring it back safely to the Jedi Temple. It was a simple mission, and one she was happy enough to take on after some recent events with the Lesans. The remembrance of those events made her face fall, her stride slow, matching the feeling in her heart.

      She sucked in her lower lip, almost coming to a stand still. She gave a light shake of her head, breathed deep, and pushed through the emotion, as well as the crowd.

      She still had a ship to fix, and a mission to finish. That was her focus right now.

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      The bustling streets were filled with off-worlders as usual. From bounty-hunters and smugglers to traders and scavengers, the relatively small city was still swarming with activity. Reibon City Spaceport had been constructed around a particularly large monolith of rock, a feature common upon the planet. Like limpets clinging to the hull of some ancient seafaring vessel, most of the cities landing pads clung to the natural tower. It was this central hub that held the black gaze of Cat Van-Derveld, though his focus was elsewhere. Having reached into the darkness of the Force, he tracked the movements of his brothers throughout the city.

      The Lupine Sith Knight and scores of Zabrak and Dathomiri warriors, who had filtered into the city over the past week, were itching to begin. It would have been easy to simply attack the city and butcher anyone who was foolish enough to stand against them, for its defences were so poor they could barely be acknowledged at all. Their goal, however, was not simple butchery; they wanted their prey alive.

      "Jakkar... is everything prepared?"

      "Yes, Kal'daka. There are only three main exits from the city, all flanked by rock formations akin to the one the spaceport has been built upon; Charges have been set to bring them down. The spaceport itself is honeycombed with passageways, with more charges, we can collapse it with relative ease."

      "I will bring it down myself. That will be your signal to block the exits."

      "By your word," The Nightbrother said, bowing his head before turning on his heel and disappearing down a flight of stairs into the throng below.

      Cat remained silent on the roof upon which he stood for another few minutes. His disdainful gaze took in the crowds below, feeling no pity for those who tragedy was about to befall. Echoing the words he had spoken so long ago, he recalled vividly the blood of his 'savior' spattering across his face.

      "Pity is for the weak..." he growled quietly, before descending into the streets and making his way toward the heart of the city.

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