Kara watched the minutes tick by as she waited for the others to return...

After 20 minutes, she watched as Cade slowly poked his head around the doorway into the hanger making sure the coast was clear. Kara opened a channel at very low power so it would only reach a few hundred feet. Get your shebs in the ship already.. meter's running.

Cade waved the others past and trotted behind them, turning and moving backwards to ensure they weren't followed. As soon as Falmok reported all were aboard and hatch closed, Kara commed the ATC and got clearance to depart.. She headed directly for the jump point that the Navicomputer selected for optimum departure and pulled the controls to activate the hyperdrive.

Kara waited until Cade ducked in, nodding to Wu as he made his way to treat Vhal. Su cuy'gar, cyar'ika He said, handing her a ne'tra gal. I'll send a message to Chubbo, see if the gotad'ika can get you a pair of pistols to replace the one you had to leave behind...

Kara nodded her thanks as she took the bottle and took a long pull. Then gave Cade a side look, I wouldn't have left it if I had extra rockets.. That kriffing Hutt took a hellova pounding...

Cade ran a finger across an armor plate, leaving a clean streak through grime that used to be parts of the Hutt... I'm going to need a shower and like a good eight hours rest...

Get'al Slipped in the cockpit and plopped in one of the seats, arms full of food.. Cade almost asked who she was until she asked where they were going next. He wasn't sure he had ever seen her out of armor. Kara handed Get'al her beer and grabbed Cades collar and roughly shoved him out into the corridor. Destination is programmed in the system, keep an eye on it. She told Get'al as she passed in a tone that wasn't to be questioned, she turned back to a surprised Cade. Shower, I can't promise eight. Move. Dinuir skraan o'r cuir Tuur'ika, vod'ika! She called back to Get'al, who just sat there for a moment, cheek full of food with a stunned look on her face.

Ge’tal sticks her tongue out at Kara behind her back. 😝

Four hours later, Kara emerged from her cabin munching on a piece of uj cake wearing shorts and one of Cades shirts, her bare feet almost silent as she made her way to Darien's cabin. The door was already open when she arrived, inside Wu was finishing up with his examination. In the corner, slumped in a chair from the galley was a sleeping Falmok.

Doc, can you give us a minute? she asked around the mouthful of cake.

Wu gathered his things and nodded as he walked past.

Dar, I'm taking a detour to Vorpa'ya, you're going home to rest and recover.

Darien winces, but tries to brush it off as his shoulder acting up. Uh-oh, this won't go well. He hopes this will blow over with his dignity intact, but he's pretty sure she's already made up her mind. He tries to appeal to Kara's feelings about contracts, hoping it will at least set her off-balance.

"What? Why? We've got what, three days? I'll be fine by then. If we detour to Vorpa'ya, we'll only have a few hours to finish the job and who knows what complications we'll run into. This could be really big if we pull it off!" Two can play at the game of presumed results, ori'vod.

Kara's shoulders squared, eyes narrowed to slits and hands momentarily clenched into fists before relaxing. Why? She asked, Because you seriously got your bell rung.. again. It's barely been a month and if we didn't happen to run into a friendly baar'ur you might not have been so lucky. She fixed him with a steady stare. I'm not going to answer to Kyra if some crazed dar'jetti hiibir gar kov'nyn.

Darien gives up. He knew the argument was weak when he started, and it clearly isn't working. He sags back in the bunk and sighs deeply. Maybe a bit of the truth might help.

"Look... Kara, I can't go home like this." He gestures at his injuries and looks at her almost pleadingly.

He glances over as Falmok growls softly in his sleep, stirring in his chair. Let's not wake the baby...

He lowers his voice, "Just let me come along. I'll stay in the ship. I can work the scanners and keep her hot if we have to split. I won't get in the way..."

Should've worn my buy'ce... She thought, glancing at Falmok So much easier to be a atin'la barve that way.

You stay on the ship, She told him in no uncertain terms, stabbing a stern finger towards him, then the deck. Taylir gar kov'nyn laam and you earn your Dar'jetti contract.

Kara crossed her arms in front of herself. We're still stopping in Vorpa'ya for replenishment and possible kit.. If Kyra shows up and wants you to stay, you stay. Tayli'bac?

That kinda defeats the purpose... Darien thinks to himself. But... I don't have much choice. That's the best deal I'm going to get. He nods, "Elek. Ni cuyir ulyc."

He looks her straight in the eye for a moment, "I suppose I should call ahead this time." A smile plays at the corner of his mouth and he glances at the chrono, doing some quick mental math.

"You want to call, or should I? It'll be morning there in a couple hours."

Nope, She said emphatically, throwing a wave over her shoulder as she spun around and walked into the corridor, I stay out of family business.. we'll be in our bunk if you need anything.

Cade ve'ganir tsikala par or'atu her voice called as she walked away.

Wu had gone around to every crew member, administering aid as best as he could. The ship’s supplies were plentiful and he managed to heal most, if not all the wounds, bruises and scrapes his companions faced.

As the ship soared through the blue waves and whirls of hyperspace, the male took a seat quietly in the main cabin, munching on a slice of uj cake.

Darien falls asleep hearing Vhal's soft snoring from the corner, reminding him of those nights in the mountains of Manda'yaim before the clan relocated to Vorpa'ya.

He wakes up a couple hours later, during the time of day when Kyra is most consistently home, and fishes his holoprojector out of the utility belt where it was unceremoniously dropped when they took his armor off. He plugs the holoprojector into a jack to transmit through the ship's array and comms Kyra. He isn't all that careful to be quiet, as it's about time for Vhal to wake up anyway. He tells her that they're coming home to refuel, but will only be there for a short time, and then gives her an update on their current status. She teases him for picking up another stray, and promises to bring ori'skraan upon hearing that their last reserves had been fully consumed the night prior. They talk quietly for a few more minutes before signing off.

During the whole time in hyperspace, Maya only emerges from the engine room briefly to use the refreshers or take a plate of food back with her. Other than that, the trip is uneventful and they exit hyperspace over Vorpa'ya, nearing evening local time.

When Kara passes through the cloud cover and gets close to the landing pad, she sees a familiar speeder truck with Kyra and Ferrus standing nearby, lit up in the receding daylight by the floodlights arrayed around the "spaceport," such as it is.

As Mesh'la Solus finishes her landing cycle and the refueling truck starts slowly lumbering its way over, Kyra turns and picks up a cooler out of the truck. When the ship's hatch opens without Dar making an appearance, she raises an eyebrow, but she and Ferrus enter the ship. Looking up at the ladder and then at Cade and Falmok, she says, "There's a bigger cooler in the back of the truck, but I'm not gonna be able to get it up there. If you want more ori'skraan, one of you ori'jage will have to get it."

Darien calls from the lounge, "In here, Kyra!" She helps Ferrus up the ladder and he runs ahead, ignoring the others and making a beeline for Dar, jumping up on the seat beside him and grabbing his left arm excitedly. "Su cuy, Buir!"

Darien does his best to disguise his yelp as a greeting, corralling his son into his lap with his right arm.

Kyra makes a detour into the galley and plunks the cooler on the counter. Smirking, she calls to everyone in the ship, "Restock on ori'skraan! I heard you cleaned out the fridge last night." She quickly swaps out the full containers for the empty ones before joining her family.

She slides in next to Dar and they greet each other enthusiastically for a fairly long moment. Ferrus is somewhat embarrassed by the display and starts fiddling with the holo-game table.

When they finally give each other a chance to breathe, Dar tries to direct the conversation to what's been happening at home. Kyra answers his questions, but quickly turns the conversation to Dar. In particular, why he's been treating his arm so gingerly. She hesitates as she starts to ask and turns to Ferrus, "Vher'ika, ke slanar sirbur 'su'cuy' at gar ba'vodu'e!" He slides off of Darien's lap and runs out of the room, moving to the top of the ladder into the cargo hold, "Su cuy, ba'vodu'e!" he says happily, before starting to climb back down the ladder to join them.

Ferrus gone, she presses the question and Darien sighs, "You noticed that, huh?" She nods coolly, "Mmhmm... What happened? Are you okay?" And why didn't you tell me? Atin'la di'kut.

He laughs, "'lek, ni jate. Just need a little bit of time and I'll be fine by the next job."

She gives him a skeptical look, starting to put the pieces together. "And you haven't gotten up to greet me because you have an injured leg and can't walk."

He shakes his head, "I can walk. I'm fine."

"Then get up and walk! On second thought, don't. Don't further injure yourself trying to prove how tough you are, di'kut." She sighs, "You should stay home and recover. You may only have the one injury now, but it slows you down and increases the chance you get injured again. A second injury in such a short time will make the problem worse. Can't you stay home to recover fully? You'll have Bosaar to look after you, and we'll be here."

Darien feels very guilty. And this is his second injury in a short time… He hesitates, silent as he fights between his desire for Kyra to not know the extent of his injury and his desire to be home with her and Ferrus coupled with the knowledge that she really is right.

"Dar, if you go, you'd only give them something else to lo-" "I'm no one's liability." He snaps angrily.

She starts to set her hand on his shoulder, then shifts it to lay on his back as she realizes that's his injured side. "<I didn't mean it like that…>"

Darien hangs his head and sighs, "Ni kar'taylir. Gar serim, cyar'ika. Ni ceta."

She smiles sadly, "Wer'cuy, Dar. I'll have Bosaar down here in half an hour, before you've even finished refueling. I'll comm him and start packing your stuff. You just relax."

Thirty minutes later, Bosaar roars up on his speeder bike and parks at the edge of the landing pad. He dismounts, retrieving his medpac from its harness, and starts walking towards the ship. Kyra shoos Ferrus out of the lounge, sending him back to Cade and Kara in the cockpit.

As the elder Mandalorian begins looking him over, Darien asks, "Tion gar aliit, Bo?"

The medic grunts, "Jate'shya gar." He ejects a tool from his vambrace, "I've got a new bu'ad on the way, from my daughter."

Darien smiles, "Kandosii! This would be your fifth, serim?"

"Etad, di'kut. Hold still."

After a short examination, Bosaar shakes his head. "Gar linibar sushir gar riduur, Dar'ika. Kaysh serim. You'll be able to recover much faster at home than on the ship, and I'll be able to keep tabs on you. We'll have you back into fighting shape in a week or two."

Darien nods, and Kyra pats his right shoulder sympathetically. The medic turns to Kyra, "We'll bring him back in your truck. You've still got those blankets in the back? We'll put him on those. I don't want him sitting for the ride back."

Bosaar goes to prepare the speeder truck for the patient, adjusting the blankets and then backing it up to the ship's ramp to make transferring the patient easier.

Darien struggles down the ladder to the cargo hold where Falmok helps helps out of the ship, supporting his right side, with Kyra following close behind carrying a duffel with Dar's stuff. Darien grits his teeth as they lift him into the back of the truck, the elder Mandalorian stepping up to help them maneuver Darien onto the layered blankets in the truck bed.

While he situates Darien, Kyra puts the duffel in the back seat with the coolers and slams the door. She turns to Falmok, suddenly looking very tired. "Vor'e, vod. Vor'e par oralor yaim ti kaysh."

Falmok nods sadly to Kyra and looks to Darien, Sorry ori'vod, but you are in no shape to face off against a dar'jetti.. Kara assures me they will still bring your share of the Bounty.

Darien shakes his head, "I shouldn't get paid for a job I didn't do. Tell them to keep it." He winces as the medic probes his shoulder. "Isn't all bad... I get to spend more time with the family, and it gives me a good opportunity to get my armor repaired. Guess I'll have to pay old Jagen a visit."

Kyra looks over her shoulder and smiles, "Maybe have someone else do the visiting for you, Dar. At least for a little while." Then she turns back to Falmok, "So. What about you? Are you going to stick around, or finish the job with the others?"

Falmok's eyes were visibly concerned, seemingly darting around on their own as he debated with himself. When he finally looked at Kyra, then Darien his eyes looked like an apology. While I would rather stay and make sure you recover.... You will have the entire Clan to aid in your recuperation.. I think our vode need me more, and our Clan would benefit from the credits from this job. Flamok grinned slightly, And there is the added reputation of taking out a Jetti. That is something that would benefit the Clan a great deal.

Darien grins, "Go on vod, do us proud! Just remember to take him alive, we get paid more that way." He winks and Kyra laughs, but it is a hollow laugh. "K'oyacyi, vod. Make sure you stay alive too."

Bosaar stands up and jumps down from the truck bed, "Mhi tsikala Kyr'ika. I'll set my bike to follow your truck and drive if you want to ride with Dar'ika."

Kyra nods, "Vor'e, Bo. I'll do that."

Cade hunches over and walks down the airlock with Ferrus riding piggy-back. He stands when he clears the hatch, setting down Ferrus who then runs to Kyra, "Me'bana?" He is clearly stressed and confused, not fully understanding why Darien is in the back of the truck groaning, but knowing it isn't good.

Kyra kneels down to eye level and hugs him, "It's okay. Gar buir cuyir kadala bal haryc. He'll be fine. You ride up in the front with Baar'ur Bo, okay?"

Ferrus nods reluctantly, and Kyra walks him around and boosts him up into the truck, then climbs up into the truck bed and sits beside Darien. The family bids the remaining team goodbye as they board the ship, pulling to a safe distance and watching as Mesh'la Solus lifts off and leaves.

During the trip to Sharlissia, the team discussed their options with dealing with a Force user, from Falmok's suggestion of a little known animal species that some how negates a Jedi's power to antiques from Mandalore's past, like the outlawed Vaults, large slab like devices used to hold Force users. Most sounded fantastical to ideal, if somewhat impossible due to the time constraints... It soon became apparent that Ambush, ensnarement and bombarding the target with Stun bolts were the most promising, they agreed to keep brainstorming as they prepped their gear to combat their toughest quarry yet.

A little over three days later, Mesh'la Solus drops out of hyperspace over Kabal and is immediately confronted by a large Separatist fleet led by a Providence-class Dreadnought.

The Lancer's transponder code is recognized and accepted and the Separatist ship opens a channel, clarifying their purpose, impressing on them again how important the job and its prompt completion is, and sending a complete intel package with information key to the mission.

It includes coordinates for a location on the world and a description of the location, but no information on the actual target, who is listed as simply: "unknown fallen Jedi."

The building is described as a monolithic, obsidian pyramid situated in a desolate part of the world. There is a native settlement nearby, believed to have some sort of cult around the building and the Trade Federation, which left the world over a century ago.

Given clearance to jump, Kara enters the hyperspace coordinates fed to her by the Separatist flagship (after carefully checking them over) and pulls back the lever. A couple hours later, the ship drops out of hyperspace over the planet. As they approach the relevant side of the world, currently bathed in sunlight, they see that the otherwise verdant world slowly begins fading to gray as it approaches the designated coordinates.

Upon reaching the target location, Kara avoids a large storm and steers the ship into the atmosphere. The entire team feels a sneaking sense of unease as they get closer to the pyramid, and a chill runs down each of their spines when they drop below the clouds and it comes into view. It is a truly massive construct, covering at least a square kilometer at the base. The walls are an inky black and perfectly smooth, impenetrable to the ship's sensors. There is what appears to be a village of primitive huts not far from the temple, near a rivulet, and there are multiple fields that look to be intended for farming. Given the dismal surroundings and the dearth of vegetation, growing anything edible seems like it would be a difficult prospect. From their altitude, the peculiar pattern of the fields' layout appears reminiscent of the landing pads of a massive ship. Possibly part of this "cult" the datapackage mentioned.

That, Cade said, pointing at the pyramid, is the most Sith thing I've seen... I'm going to assume our target is in there..

Kara slowly shook her head in disgust. Agreed... too bad Liberator isn't finished, we could've bombarded it and drawn the trash out.. ah well, she shrugged, let's ask the locals...

Kara flew a wide circle around the small village before landing in an empty space just outside of it's boarder.

As the shuttle descends towards the village, there is a sudden stirring in the village, and many of the workers run in from the nearest cluster of fields. Before the ship has finished its landing cycle, a delegation of sorts begins approaching the ship, but they keep a respectful distance.

The species appears similar to humans, but shorter, and most of them look quite gaunt. Their skin is a gray pallor, and their hair is white. The delegation consists of a very elderly man surrounded by four young men, each of whom is holding a slugthrower assault rifle that does not look like something that would have been produced here.

As the delegation waits for the ship to open, a crowd of people begin to gather behind them.

Hmm.. slugthrowers... Cade murmured.

Kara swatted his shoulder as she squeezed past him. You can collect new toys afterwards..

Cade exchange looks as they followed her to the ramp. A meh val Koperar sol'yc, Ni Kelir hiibir solus. Falmok nodded in agreement.

When the groups emerges from the ship, the honor guard steps aside and the elder steps forward, beginning to address the newcomers.

Even Kara towers above the natives, head and shoulders above the tallest of the elder's escort. She recognizes the language as Bocce, but doesn't understand enough of the trade language to translate it. Falmok can though, and is reasonably confident to translate. "<Outlanders, welcome to our village. What do you bring from the stars?>" He chuckles, cut short by a coughing fit. Recovering, he finishes, "<Destruction, construction, or both? We've seen all three>"

The guards maintain a stoic expression, but the villagers' expressions range from apprehension to expectation.