Centre of the galexy. Huge city. You all know what it looks like.

Jalen, hand on his blaster rifle, looks around the cantina, waiting for his contact. His flame red hair is covered by a hood and his eyes dart around the room, looking for trouble.

'I'll be wearing gold.' his contact had said. For some reason, he'd thought the smoky voice on the other end of the comm had meant a dress... but the only girl in gold is a woman his age in a sand-gold jacket with armor plates. Heck, the whole girl is gold... skin, hair, broken only by gemlike dark eyes.

"Wow" Jalen breaths. "She meant gold didn't she... wow" he stands and casually walks over to the bar, ordering a drink and glancing at her, nodding slightly in the agreed upon signal. Then he walks over to his table holding the drink in his left hand and sitting again, waiting for her to join him.

"Tihaar, no ice." she says to the bartender droid. She looks at Jalen with a sweet smile, and speaks in a soft murmur. "So, you decided to take me up on my offer?" To anyone watching, she probably looks like she's flirting. She'd wanted Jalen to run very large quantities of weapons past the battle lines to disputed worlds on the Rim, assuring him that the Republic would look the other way.

Jalen grins, cheeks reddening slightly. "Yes, I decided to accept you offer. It's the best I've been offered in a long time" He takes a sip of his drink, peeking surreptiously up at her when he thinks shes not looking.

"Good for you. Now, specifics. One run with as much armament as we can can loaded onto one of our ships, so you're risking next to nothing. Five thousand credits, and if you make this run, there'll be more jobs for a guy like you. And I'd be accompanying you." She sips her drink, some clear liquid.

Jalen nods. "When do I leave?" he asks. He looks excited by the prospect of more jobs with her along.

"One hour. Meet me at the spaceport."

Jalen nods and finishes his drink then stands, inclining his head towards her. "I'll be there" then he leaves the establishment.

Spaceport

Jalen looks around, tapping his feet impatiently. He'd already been here 10 minutes- but he had arrived early. He wasn't known for his patience.

Spaceport

Someone clears her throat behind him. Jalen starts. How can someone so distinctive be so stealthy? Especially when they're wearing... is that Mandalorian armor?

"Come with me, the freighter in the back is ours." says the woman from before.

Spaceport

Jalen turns with a start and nods, walking fowards to the indicated ship.

It's... not a seriously impressive vessel, which is what makes it ideal for this kind of work. It's big, and ugly, and there are three more like it in the spaceport alone. A spaceport security officer looks their way- and passes the Mandalorian woman by. Odd, that they wouldn't question her... maybe she's just spread credits around the right hands. The interior of the ship is no more interesting than the outside, and the woman takes the co-pilot's chair, and hits the comm. "Republic Freighter Bantha requesting permission to take off."

"Confirmed, Bantha, you are good to go. Please stay on the provided flight path until you leave the atmosphere."

"Will do, Control." she gestures at the pilots seat. "When you're ready, Trall. Name's Buruk, by the way. Vevuti Buruk."

"Call me Jalen. Ready" he studys the controls, then takes off smoothly. "Can I call you Vevuti?"

"If you want. Plot us a course for the Onderon System. These are going to the Republic forces on Dxun."

Jalen looked surprised. "We need to smuggle weapons to the Repulbic forces?" he asks as he plots the course.

"Yeah, unless you want to have engagements with Mandalorian skirmishers. They've been doing a pretty good job of harassing our supply lines."

"Oh, right" he falls silent. "I'm curious. How does a Mando work for the Republic?" he asks.

"'Cause she's not a Mando anymore, on account of her parents giving her to a shabla monster. I don't want anything to do with them."

Jalen looks curious. "I'm sorry if I caused you hurt" he says. "It wasn't my intention"

"No worries. You didn't know, and it's a fair question. So now, I work for the Republic and all kinds of vode want my head. Keeps life interesting."

Jalen chuckles. "That it would. Can't say I envy you that life" he turns to the controls as a beeping can be heard. "Coming up to Onderon, any particular place to land, or should I just ask?"

"Actually, we need to get past the blockade to Dxun- Oh, shab." There is some insistant beeping and lights on the consoles. "Fighters incoming. I'll handle this bucket's turrets, you just keep us flying!"

"OK" he took over both controls and sent them into evasive manouvers as the fighters began to fire on them.

Commander Vakluu was impatient.He needed more gunns and ammunition if he was going to attempt to take back thr Isis. His republic contact had said that they had organised a weapons smuggler to deliver.

A soldier walked into the tent that vakluu was in and said with an edge of excitment in his voice.

"Sir, a ships trying to pass through the blockade!.Droid says that the odds are that they'll crash.We'll put a team on standby,hopefully the smugglers will survive!"

Vakluu retained his traditional poker face but inside he was excited.After months of Gurilla warfare in this blasted jungle somothing was happening!

"very good, soldier"

Vakluu hoped that the smugglers had wepons with them,they were his last hops

Jalen gritted his teeth as he dodged and swerved, but the other ships were closing in... then one scored a direct hit on his starboard engine and he started losing altitude fast. Swearing, he wrestled with the controls as he came down, trying to make his landing as gentle as possible but the forest loomed ever closer in the viewscreen... then, praying his angle was shallow enough, they hit the trees, knocking them both around badly and Talon hit his head on the controls and blacked out.

((Well, its been a LONG time since anyone posted here))

Jake was one of the best fighters on the whole planet.He was a ex-criminal who was freed because of him helping the CSF in a drug bust.When there was action he was sent.

His mission was to find the charred crashsite of the smugglers,recovering whatever was useful in the wreckage.

He Arrived at the crashsite and his hopes dropped.The ship was a smoking ruin,there was no doubt that the smugglers were dead...

Suddenly a group of about three onderonian beasts attacked,jumping out of the growth of bushes and gtrees.

Jake fell to the ground with a horrible scrath to his knee.

He was doomed...

Blinking blearily, Jalen stirred, moaning. His leg was pinned beneath something, and felt broken, his arm was definantly broken and he had cracked what felt like at least five ribs. A huge bruise was forming on the back of his head, and he didn't even want to know the internal injuries he had sustained in the crash. He doubted the weapons had survived. But there might be a chance... they were in very strong boxes... he gave up on trying to think, his head hurt too much, and focussed instead on staying awake. Then he heard someone outside...

"Help..." he tried to call. "Help me, please..." the snarling of some sort of animal over rode his feeble calls, and he doubted the person could hear him...

Three flashes of light filled the air and several mandalorians entered the clearing woth thier blasters raised.

They had shot the beast that were attacking Jake but hw was still in pain.He didn't even try to resist as he was bound in cuffs and dragged to the mandalorian base...

((Sorry I vanished; went to sleep. I have to go to bible study real soon so this'll be my last post.))

Jalen blacked out again after hearing the flashes. One mandalorian stayed back to investigate the crashed wreckage, and found that Talon was still alive. Hoisting him out of the seat after clearing obstacles, he joined his fellows going back to base.

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