A valet droid peeks around the corner and then comes waddling towards the group, having been on standby to handle the transaction.

The woman uses the force to draw the box with the holocron to her hand. Opening it and confirming the artifact's presence, she nods. "Twenty thousand. Payment for the holocron and the delivery. Droid!"

The valet takes the hint and nods, it's overly large "ears" bobbing in an amusing motion, "Yes, mistress." Picking up the case, it begins separating the credits, moving credit chips into a secure compartment in its torso.

Cade holds up a hand, Hang on, we brought you a live Jedi and an undamaged Holocron, as ordered. No one other than a stupid Jedi was injured, I'd say we earned the full fee per our contract.

Falmok quietly comms Maya, May'ika, we might need your negotiation skills...

"[Osik.]" Maya responds. "[One minute.]"

The woman points to the droid with a lightsaber gash across its chest and through the photoreceptor. "These droids are expensive. You are lucky he didn't do more damage."

Maya hastily moves down the ramp and into the hangar, walking swiftly up to the group and taking nervous notice of the droidekas. "I'm sorry for the inconvenience, we ran into some unforeseen complications and one of our team was very seriously injured. It necessitated an... unorthodox approach. But we-"

"SILENCE!" the woman interrupts. "I don't care about what 'complications' you may have run into. Take your payment, or leave it." She holds up a hand for the droidekas as if about to signal them to open fire.

The LEP droid beeps happily, signalling that it has completed its task. "I've adjusted the amount as requested, mistress."

Cade started tapping his saber against his thigh plate, staring at the Dar'jetii woman for a few moments.

Falmok whispered over the comlink. Cade.. it's ok, Darien will understand...

Cade stopped the tapping, tilted his head a fraction. Alright dar'jetii, we'll take the Twenty Thousand. Pleasure doing business with you.

She nods, using the Force to pick up the briefcase and hand it to Cade. "Now get out of my sight."

She turns on her heel and walks towards the exit, the valet droid picking up her discarded cloak and following. The magnaguards each grab one of Aiviovi's arms and pick his up, dragging him towards the exit as the hangar doors begin to slowly slide open.

Wu glances to Cade as the larger Mandalorian passes him into the ship, "That could've gone worse. Could've gone better though." He seems to shudder again, "Ni or'parguur dar'jettise."

Maya walks to the galley, piling up a plate of food and sitting at the table to eat for the first time since leaving Ord Mantell.

She didn't tell us her name..Cade muttered to Wu. Rude.

As everyone boarded Cade held up the lightsaber in front of Ge'tal. You dis armed him, here you go vod'ika.

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She didn't tell us her name..Cade muttered to Wu. Rude.

As everyone boarded Cade held up the lightsaber in front of Ge'tal. You dis armed him, here you go vod'ika.

“Copikla,” she replied.

As soon as the ramp was secured, Kara had the Solus off the deck and shooting out into space. Alright vode, on our way down to Kobal for fuel and maintenance.. if you want to do some shopping, that would be the time before we go back to Ord Mantel.

Upon receiving clearance from ATC, Kara sets Mesh'la Solus down in a landing bay situated conveniently in one of the worlds major cities. Although it's mid-morning in the city, it's getting to be a long day for the team. Kara notices with some satisfaction that there is only minimal graffiti and no welcoming committee aside from the droids and their fuel truck. Hopefully this will be less complicated than Ord Mantell and Abregado-rae. Perhaps it has to do with the number of syllables in the planet's name?

Wu sticks his head into the cockpit, "I'm glad I took that nap, even if it was in a cell. How long do you expect this layover to last?"

Kara indicates the droids refueling and maintenance staff beginning their diagnostic on Solus. A couple of hours at a minimum.

The team spent the better part of the day in the spaceport facilities as more maintenance issues cropped up involving the hyperdrive and the others agreed that it would be better to get it all over with in one stop than drag it out and be forced to stop somewhere else.

After the work was finished, Kara continued with the long trip back to Vorpa'ya, with a quick stop on Ordo to drop off Ge'tal..

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The team spent the better part of the day in the spaceport facilities as more maintenance issues cropped up involving the hyperdrive and the others agreed that it would be better to get it all over with in one stop than drag it out and be forced to stop somewhere else.

After the work was finished, Kara continued with the long trip back to Vorpa'ya, with a quick stop on Ordo to drop off Ge'tal..

“You guys coming?” Ge’tal queries. “You should get your armor upgrades as well while we’re all here. It’ll only take a couple of hours. Ordo’s got the best armorers in the sector.”

Cade exchanged a look with Kara and shrugged. Sure, do we qualify for vode discount?

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Cade exchanged a look with Kara and shrugged. Sure, do we qualify for vode discount?

“Maybe,” she responds noncommittally. “I’d have to ask. Let’s go.”

As the ship descends into the atmosphere of planet Ordo, they pass over vast tracts of barren desert, with the only notable vegetation being along the equatorial regions, near the few bodies of water on the planet. It is near these bodies that most of the population centers are located. Directed by Ge’tal, the ship descends to one of the communities, and, after getting clearance, lands at the main spaceport.

The capital of House Ordo was immense for a planet this desolate. The Archaic Armory, a prominent fixture at the heart of the city. Upon landing, Ge’tal and the party take transport to one the Buurenaar compound. While not nearly as large as the House Ordo compound, it was still impressive, with concentric rings of smaller yaim surrounding the large central hall, the main house of Clan Buurenaar.

“Oya, Buir!” Ge’tal calls out upon seeing an immense mountain of a man with fiery red hair and beard. “I bring tales of honor and glory.”

After introducing her companions, much feasting and drinking, with hours of recounting her adventures with them, the time for business finally comes.

“I need to upgrade my armor,” she says. “The durasteel plating won’t cut it anymore. It’s time to make this true Beskar’gam. I also have a few other mods in mind, and my friends are here to bargain for some upgrades as well. Is the Armorer available?”

The huge man pats his daughter heavily on the shoulder, "Elek, ad'ika. Kannon ven'briikase gaa'taylir ner ad!" He takes another swig from his mug of netra'gal, then finishes processing what Ge'tal said. He frowns, casting a critical eye over Cade and Kara... "Tion val copaani beskar?" He shakes his head, "Kannon won't like that, and he has the final say. Let him know I've signed off on it, might help your case. Jate'kara."

Ge’tal leads the group down to the armory, and enters the forge.

”Oya!!” she calls to the armorer. “I’m here for some upgrades, for myself and my compatriots. Buir has signed off.”

Kannon nods, "Su cuy, Ge'tal. You know the drill, prep your armor and just let me know what upgrades you want."

He looks past her to Cade and Kara and curtly asks, "You want beskar? Nayc. Shi aliit."

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Kannon nods, "Su cuy, Ge'tal. You know the drill, prep your armor and just let me know what upgrades you want."

He looks past her to Cade and Kara and curtly asks, "You want beskar? Nayc. Shi aliit."

Shi aliit. = Only clan.

“Beskar and Advanced Optics,” she replies, stripping out of her armor. “And they’re with me. Buir gave the go ahead. Their credits are good. name a price for them.”

Cade steps forward, Su cuy'gar, we understand Clan comes first, but we are far from our Clan and hoped we could ask for your skill to aid us in completing our next job.

The Armorer agreed, but only for one of them. Kara insisted it would be Cade and they paid the Armorer. As they waited for the Armorer to finish, the team followed Ge'tal to a bar where they ordered food and drink, listening to Ge'tal recount how they deceived a Jetii and her disarming him as she held the Jetii'kad. After their meal, they returned to the Armorer and waited as he forged the reinforced plates and components to the two sets of armor.

When he finished the Armorer brought them in to a side room where their armor was laid out on thick wooden tables where a couple of teenage apprentices were wiping down the last pieces. Cade and Ge'tal assembled their gear and thanked the Armorer. Cade stopped to thank Ge'tal's buir for his generosity as they headed to the ship. The others were in the dock area chatting with some of the ground crew. Kara sized Cade up as he walked to her. Well, look at you two.. She said smiling, indicating their armor. All shiny and new.

Yeah, I'll have to see if we have any paint on board.. He does some good work though.

When everyone was on board and their gear secured, Kara set course back to Vorpa'ya.

"...and that's how Cade started a collection of exotic tracy'uure." Darien finishes.

Ferrus holds his buir's buy'ce on his stomach, gazing at the faceplate. "What do I learn from this story?"

Darien smiles, he always tries to pick stories where something went wrong, but everything turns out okay. No need to traumatize a five-year-old. "Never go without your beskar'gam. Nu slanar jate par Kar'ika, serim?" More nuanced than that, but he'll learn.

Ferrus shakes his head emphatically, and Darien stands up. Sweeping back his son's blond hair, Darien plants a kiss on his forehead before taking the helmet back. "Jate nuhoy, Verd'ika." "Jate nuhoy, Dar'buir." Darien stiffens and Ferrus's hands instantly fly up to cover his mouth, his eyes going wide with embarrassment, realizing what he had said. "Ni ceta, Buir." Darien relaxes and chuckles, "It's okay. Just don't make a habit of it, suvarir?" Ferrus nods emphatically and Darien flicks out the light, shutting the door quietly and then turning to Kyra who was loitering just outside the door of the room, listening, and is now nearly doubled over, biting her knuckle to keep from laughing aloud. "I hope he didn't learn that from you..." Darien comments as he slips his arm over her shoulder and they start walking down the hall.

"Sorry, Dar. I said it once by accident. Told him to never repeat it." Knowing Darien's insecurities, she adds, "Fortunately, he’ll never have cause to mean it." Darien nods, fervently hoping she's right.
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The trip only takes about an hour, but everyone on board is starting to get very tired after a couple long days. When Mesh'la Solus drops out of hyperspace, Kara sets course for the dawn zone of the planet. It's about four in the morning local time when Mesh'la Solus lands on the pad just outside of town, and Darien is waiting by the back of the speeder truck with one arm around Kyra and the other holding Ferrus. As the ramp starts to come down and he sees Falmok standing in the doorway, he ruffles his son's hair, kisses his wife, slips on his helmet, and starts to walk towards the ship carrying his duffel. He walks slowly and with a noticeable limp, favoring his left leg. He gets about halfway to the ship before Kyra bends down and flicks a pebble at him. It plinks off the top of his helmet and she laughs, "Wrong leg, di’kut!" Without turning, he salutes her, "Vor'e, cyar'ika."

Falmok greets Darien at the top of the ram, grabbing his bags to carry them to Darien's cabin. Feeling better ner vod?

In the cockpit, Kara notices the communications terminal showing multiple messages being loaded from the local holonet node. She skims over the precipitant codes, one from Green congratulating them with the Dar'jetii job.. The others stole her attention; two of Cade's contacts on Phindar, and one that was routed so much that the origin code was nonexistent, was addressed to her. She opened the message, and a small holographic icon of a stylized snowflake flashed on the screen before fading to a paragraph of text. She read the message as a lump lodged in her throat, Osik! She opened the reports for Cade that verified everything in her own message, they even reported on ship types. She transferred the messages to a datapad and purged them from the system. Cade, Darien.. I'm going to need you guys up here...

Darien claps Falmok on the shoulder, grinning broadly under his helmet, "You bet, ner vod. I had a wonderful physical therapist... It's good to see you, Vhal'ika. How'd the job go?"

Looking closer, Falmok notices that Darien's armor looks a bit different, shored up in some places, subtly adjusted in others to free up his range of movement, and given a new coat of paint. Noticing the attention, Darien holds his arms out wide from his sides, "Gar emuurir? I went to see Jagen once I was mobile again and he fixed it up."

Darien is about to the top of the ladder, just behind Falmok, when he hears Kara's voice from the cockpit. "That doesn't sound good... I'll be right there, Kara."