Falmok's voice was a whisper over the comlink, Vode, that looks like a Sith holocron.. it's an archive with the ability of teaching.. If he's gained access, he could be a handful..

Vhal, look at his eyes.. pretty sure he has access.. Cade muttered softly before addressing the Jedi again. Aiviovi, theres a small fleet of Seperatists not far from here.. we could sneak you aboard one of their ships, and you could start your rule with them.

He casts a stern eye at Cade, "You expect me to fall for that?" He shakes his head in disappointment.

"You must think me foolish or mad. No. I have my own plan and my own destination. My offer still goes. You may still join me. But if you oppose me..." He closes his eyes, as if thinking, then they snap open and he smiles. "Your cyar'ika will die..."

Dar'jetti, Cade growled, gar shi jurkadir ni?

Falmok stepped closer , My associate is simply offering a way to benefit both parties.. Someone is interested in meeting you, who knows.. they might be your new apprentice..After all, they are fighting the Jedi. he shrugged, Where were you thinking of going?

He raises an eyebrow at Cade, then turns his gaze to Falmok. "To Korriban... I must complete my research and acquire certain materials. I have no time for the Separatists. They may be useful tools in the future, but I will not be seen as a part of any organization."

Falmok nodded in thought. There is only one problem.. We are currently under contract to escort you to that fleet, if we were to break that contract to transport you anywhere, that would be proof that we were untrustworthy and poor allies to your cause, right? However, if you let us escort you to that ship.. that would complete our current obligation and thus be be hired by you as transport to any Sith world you like.. That will prove to you that we are honorable and trustworthy. Now, once we complete our current contract, I'm sure that whoever welcomes you there will be no match for a future Dark Lord. Are these terms agreeable?

The Togruta throws his head back and laughs, "You are a smart one... Yes, I agree to those terms. As I promised, you five will each be greatly rewarded for faithful service once I have come to power."

He signals over his shoulder and a previously unseen member of the native species walks up to his side, carrying an open chest. Laying the holocron in the chest, Aiviovi shuts the lid and locks it, taking it from the man. Speaking in Bocce, he says "<Go back to your village, your services are no longer needed. I will be leaving for a time, but I will return.>"

The man silently runs down the stairs and towards the exit. Aiviovi glances to the Mandalorians, "Don't worry, the Rancor knows him. He'll be fine."

Falmok shrugged, As long as we can safely pass so we can finish this job and move on to the next..

Aiviovi leads the way into the hallway, but waits for the others to pass so that he can shut the door. The Rancor glares at the Mandalorians, but hangs back and doesn't approach. When the Togruta finishes shutting the door and moves out of the way, the Rancor lies down next to it and closes its eyes, entering the same position the group had found it in when they first came through.

Aiviovi pulls a glow rod out of a pouch on his utility belt and shines it into the labyrinth, leading them confidently and refusing the use of Kara's map.

When they finally emerge into the waning daylight, Aiviovi flicks the glow rod off and returns it to his belt. "Now, take me to your ship."

The villagers stay out of sight as much as they can, avoiding the Dark Jedi's watchful gaze. When they board the ship, Maya sticks her head out of the engine room, then promptly retracts it and shuts the door, deciding the situation is probably complicated and she's best off not butting in. "Who is she?" Aiviovi asks. "Do you have anyone else in your ship?"

She's the maintenance expert of the team, Kara told him. Unless something sneaked onboard, there shouldn't be..

His eyes close, then snap back open after a moment. "No, she is the only one."

After climbing the ladder out of the cargo hold, the Togruta glances around disinterestedly. "I require rest, and am not to be disturbed for the duration of the journey." Gesturing to the captain's room, AKA Darien's old room, AKA Wu's current quarters, "This will do fine." He walks into the room carrying the box and shuts the door, locking it.

Wu shrugs, "Guess I'll go back to sleeping in a cell then. Kara, let me take another look at that wound, see what I can do for your ribs now that we've got light and more supplies."

Kara's eyes linger on the cabin's door for a moment before heading to the bridge. Let's get off this world and headed to the rendezvous first..

Cade stepped next to Falmok, Any idea where Korriban is?

Falmok shook his head, No.. but if that is a holocron.. Our guest probably does now..

Once Kara took off and calculated the jump she called Wu to the bridge, he arrived just as they cleared the gravity well and Solus jumped to lightspeed.

Kara slipped out of her vest, placing it on the deck behind the seat. Doc, how strong is your anesthesia? Anything strong enough to knock out a wookiee so I can get some sleep without busting a rib? She asked as he began his examination. And how would you administer it, injection, or aerosol?

He shakes his head reluctantly, "No, I'm afraid I don't. I'll see what I can do about the pain, but I need to see what I can do for the injury itself first."

He gets out his medical scanner again, slowly swiping it over the area in question. After double-checking the scan, he shrugs. "Huh. Isn't as bad as it looked earlier. I wonder if it had something to do with that place. There's just something wrong about that place. I hate Sith stuff."

He takes out a stimpack, carefully injecting the bacta mixture around the fractured bone, "This ought to heal it as long as you are careful for the next couple days and don't roll over on it or otherwise stress it." He grins, "And don't fight any Rancors. Doc's orders."

He digs through his pack again and hands Kara a pill. Remembering the prior injection, she looks at him suspiciously and he shrugs, "Don't look at me like that, this is over-the-counter. Main side effects are drowsiness and minor disorientation, but it'll numb the pain."

Kara's eyes narrow, Di'kut, I'm asking if you have something strong enough to knock out a wookiee if we need it...

He looks at her quizzically for a moment and then clues in, "Oohh... Sorry, I still don't. I should put that on my list for my next supply run."

Sigh.. ok. Kara slumped in her seat for a moment. Maybe Maya.. Kara activated her comlink, Maya'ika, there might be a job to capture a wookiee.. can you fabricate something that could incapacitate one quickly?

Maya audibly sighs in frustration, "Not you, it's something else. Anyway, I don't really have the materials on hand, but I'll see what I can do. Lethally, humanely, quickly, painfully..? And how much time do I have?"

Kara chewed her lip, Job calls for alive.. But given the subjects history, quickly would be most beneficial to the team. Time will depend on the current job and how well it turns out.

Maya seems to get the message, "'lek, ni suvarir. It'll take me several hours at a minimum to get anything operational. We'll be at Kabal in... what? Two hours? Maybe I can do some shopping there, but nothing en route. I just don't have the materials."

Understood. Thanks Maya. Kara said. Well, this will be interesting.

The trip back to the Separatist fleet was quiet and uneventful in regards to their.. unique passenger. The others kept their minds on their jobs, be it piloting, cleaning their gear or simply resting.. The crew had heard enough rumors and tall tales of what Jetiise could do, especially mind tricks, so no one wanted to even think about anything but reaching the fleet and completing the contract and to move on to their next job; Deliver the dar'jetii to his next destination.

The Solus snapped back into real space and Kara transmitted the clearence codes to the lead ship.

The dreadnought accepts the codes and grants docking clearance for the ship's starboard hangar. A group of four Vulture droids swarms out to meet the ship, taking up escort position and guiding them in.

As Mesh'la Solus enters the hangar, Kara sees a cloaked figure flanked by a pair of droids with electrostaffs. She thinks the figure is a woman, but it's hard to tell.

Then the image is gone as she swings the ship around, pointing Solus's nose towards the magnetic shield and boarding ramp towards the welcoming party. As the Lancer powers down, the hangar doors begin to close.

Osik. Kara mutters, So much for an easy get-a-way. She powers down the engines to stand by and keeps most of the systems powered as well, just in case. She keys the intercom, Alright boys, we've landed and they've closed the doors, so be on your toes.. Aiviovi, please come to the boarding ramp and prepare to disembark.

Inside the captain's quarters, Aiviovi's eyes snap open and he stands to his feet, placing the holocron back in its box and locking it. He glances around the room for a good hiding place, squirreling it away as best he can before exiting the room and moving to the cargo bay, lightsaber on his hip.

Stopping Kara as she exits the cockpit, he asks her, "How many do we face, and of what sort?"

One cloaked figure, possibly a woman, but hard to tell... The figure was flanked by a pair of droids with electro-staffs.. Kara looked the Jetii over, noting the missing box. I'm sending Cade ahead to collect our fee, so we can be available should you need our services.