By Paths that Seldom Mortal Goes

[Ryn'Dhal]

"I saw that one...." He'd point towards a side alley, where an audible yip of fear from a Rodian peering over a crate could be heard. "In the cantina...." He'd angle his head towards one side, until his neck cracked audibly. His cold glare remained upon the 'leader' of the pack. "As for their want, I have no idea.... and their fearless leader seems to be in no hurry to divulge his intent, or make his retreat...." He'd state, as the saber-hilt slowly drifted from his hip, into his outstretched hand. Unbeknownst to all present, his own saber was set to it's lowest power-output. It would still stop blaster bolts, but in contact with organic material, it would only cause stinging pain, rather than cauterized wounds.

But, the gang-members did not need to know this fact, yet. He'd glance towards the three thugs picking themselves off the ground, before returning his glare towards the leader. "You are still here.... when you should be gone.... Does that mean you made your choice?" He'd ask pointedly. "If that is the case......" He'd let his eyes trail towards his saberhilt in hand, as fingers would roll, as if taking a more eager grip upon the weapon.

"OH N-N-NO SIR! Oi mean, we be soory, we thots yoo woold be eesy prey!!! We be leevin, yoo see! We be leevin!!!" His voice took a significantly higher cadence as he backpedaled swiftly, beating a hasty retreat, his lackeys in tow. Off to one of the sides, the faint muttering of the word 'Sith' could be heard. After the last of their foot-falls faded from Ryn's hearing, he'd return the hilt to his hip, and continue trudging forth without another word.

After several minutes, and his certainty that they were no longer being followed more concrete, he'd turn about abruptly, whipping off his mask to show his friends his exuberant expression. "THEY THOUGHT I WAS A SITH!!!!" He cackled at the irony of it all. He'd continue laughing for a few moments longer, before wiping a tear from his eye. He'd lift his mask up to eye level, examining it for a moment, before chortling again. "I guess I could look the part.... Man, what would have happened if I showed them a silver blade instead of red? Oh man...." The dawning realization of how narrowly he'd come to blowing the bluff and causing a fire-fight he had come. He was beyond thankful that he didn't actually ignite the blade off the bat.

Looking back up to his friends as he affixed his mask back in place, those twinkling golden eyes peered through the thin slits. "I hope my performance was at least satisfactory."


[member=Lady Kay] | [member=Ultimatum]

 

[Kay-Larr]

Kay was a wee bit shocked over the whole ordeal. She had never seen either [member="Ryn'Dhal"] nor [member="Ultimatum"] in action before. She just watched in a bit of awe at the performance, seeing the would be muggers fleeing for their very lives. Quite the spectacle indeed.

As Ryn's eyes twinkled when he asked his question, Kay smiled and offered him a wink. "Bravo, my friend. Superb actually! I think that you have missed your calling."

She held out her arm for Ryn to take, and the other for Ultimatum. "Shall we return to the ship Gentlemen and be on our way?" Felines and Robots and Senators, oh my!

 

[Ultimatum]

Ultimatum smiled at the running gangsters. Whatever they had been after they evidently did not see it as worth their lives. He placed the blaster back into its compartment before turning his attention to the other two properly. Even with his eyes and ears focused on his two friends, his sensors kept an eye on the retreating would be muggers. He did not want them turning later and preparing some form of ambush.

"Perhaps you should look into holodramas." He spoke it as a joke, before his face turned serious. He assumed that this was simply an issue of lack of police force and the resulting crime that would become apparent. But there was the potential that this was an orchestrated attempt. He hooked his arm around [member="Lady Kay"]'s. It was time to get back to the ship. He hoped the next planet would be a little less problematic than this one. However, their troubles were not yet over on this world...
[member="Ryn'Dhal"]

 

[Ryn'Dhal]

Ryn chortled as Kay reached out towards him. Letting her hook her arm around his, the odd trio continued on. A lovely lady, a masked 'Sith', and a very well-crafted 'Droid', moving along towards the docking station. He'd laugh all the more at Ultimatum's suggestion of Holodrama's. "Perhaps my friend! Though, I am uncertain of what roll they'd cast me as.... Perhaps a nefarious villain who steals the helpless girl from the hero!" He'd say, as he would whirl about, carefully by effectively getting Kay out of the Droid's grasp, dipping her slightly as a villain in such a drama would do before abducting their victim. He'd quickly right her, before scratching the back of his hooded head.

"I-I'm sorry. I apologize. I guess the adrenaline is still going strong." He'd state, the sheepishness obvious in his posture and tone, even if his face is hidden.


Several Minutes Later


The trio would be approaching the docks, when Ryn would suddenly motion for them to hold up a moment. Something seemed amiss with what Ultimatum would know as the Landowners Office. "I'm going to get closer.... Frequency 0.0113Ω...." He'd state, tapping his mask, which had communications built in. This way Ultimatum would be able to listen in while Ryn stealthily approached to eavesdrop on the structure.

After getting into position, a familiar voice would be heard. "Nao, aye dun't kno an uh dun't car wut et was yuh wunted wif dat Droi and 'is friends. But uh ain't messin wif no Sith! Me bois an aye dun tink yuh pay'in us gud enuff fer dat!" The accent was painful to hear

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(and even more so to write)

, but Ryn was genuinely curious. What did the landowner hire the thugs to do? Rob? Mug? Murder? Or possibly they were just to be a distraction? A stalling measure? Ryn wasn't sure, but he'd look towards his companions in their hiding spot. Over his secured channel he'd speak to Ultimatum. "What do you think sir? How should we engage this?"

[member=Ultimatum] | [member=Lady Kay]​

 

[Kay-Larr]

Kay laughed and then pretended to almost faint as the 'villain' [member="Ryn'Dhal"] pretended to kidnap her. "Oh help!...Will someone please save me?!" It was overacting at best, but that's what made it all the more comical. But then he got embarrassed. "Oh it's okay. It was fun. We could make up our own little plays during the long trips. How does that sound? It should help to pass the time."

And then something was wrong. Kay couldn't hear Ren when he spoke through his communicator, so she stayed back behind [member="Ultimatum"], dipping her hand into her satchel and taking hold of her blaster. She didn't pull it out yet, however. She just wanted to be comforted in knowing that it was there. Quietly she waited behind her friend, eyes darting about in search of potential threats.

 

[Ultimatum]

Ultimatum watched with amusement. He could enjoy the moment, a good thing for an organic, Ultimatum thought. He was glad that they were in such a good mood even with the attack on them. The droid was still uncertain as to whether this was all over. The attempted attack just seemed a little strange, probably because he had come form a planet where the criminal element was much more controlled and punished much quicker. He was coming from a planet of relative security to one of almost none.

When [member="Ryn'Dhal"] seemed to sober, a few minutes later, and told them he was moving. He set his comm to the frequency and listened. The droid was surprised to see that this was the office he himself had been in only a few hours ago. He was also suspicious. He heard the gang person from before and his systems set off a few alarms. There was something afoot and Ultimatum wanted to know what it was. Ultimatum responded to the question, "We will take it carefully. We have no idea what is going exactly. There is not enough information to tell us what to be careful of. Whatever this is, it seems we have an eye on us. Keep listening, Kay and I will move to the door. If we learn what is actually happening we will all go in and take them down. If we attack, stun only. Dead will not give us what we wish to know."

He motioned for [member="Lady Kay"] to move with him to the door as he worked quickly to the front door of the office. He continued listening to the transmission to hear more of what was being said.

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"And your 'bois' aught to know that there are a hundred others out there looking for some quick coin. I do not pay for unfinished jobs. You know that no one here will hire you if they know you run as soon as you see someone holding a lightsaber. Those things are easy to come by, go to any old big battlefield in the Core and you will find plenty of those damn weapons! Did you at least manage to stall them? Do you know where they are?"

Why had he chosen these criminals of all those he could have, he was asking himself. He knew the reason, he had not realized at the time that a Sith would be part of the team he had been told to keep track of. His employer had not told him of any Force user, not really anyone aside from the droid. He would have to talk with the employer next chance he got, which would be when the first signal from the tracker reached him. Damn it all, he did not even know who this droid was yet here they were and there was a pretty coin to be gotten for this job. It was supposed to have been easy. First get a tracker installed, next distract the droid and whatever companionship he may have, then call the employer when he had the first signal. Obviously these scum were incapable of even the simplest of acts.

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The Gand finished his task. He had decided that the work done by one of his compatriots was subpar, the tracking beacon in the engine turbine would be safe from the electromagnetic forces created near moving electricity and it was thin enough to be safe from the moving parts. The Hyperdrive would damage it much more, thus moving it there would be a better place to short out the insidious device. The mechanic team had warned the landowner that the tracker he had purchased had been very impractical and likely to break, which was why the professional community avoided using it. This would be another reason to lord over their correctness.

With that task complete he left the ship, being certain to return the security systems back. The insect like mechanic nodded to his buddies before making his way to report back to the boss. That was when a stranger stepped into the hangar, the Gand had never seen such a creature before, even on this planet. It seemed like a trandoshan but it stood different and his whole body was a different shape. It looked to him before inquiring as to the ownership of the vessel. The Gand told him it was an offworlder droid. This seemed to interest the being quite a bit, who then asked to let aboard, saying that he had been given access by the owner. He dropped a few credit coins into the hand of the Gand before the mechanic shrugged and turned back to open the ship's door again. Whatever the offworlder droid was planning, he had a weird taste in friends, first those two others that had had that strange feeling about them and then this. Each to his own. Maybe he would get some time off and see the shipyard the droid had spoken of, that would be nice.

 

[Ryn'Dhal]

Ryn'Dhal was unsure how to proceed. He'd brace himself, preparing to burst into the room. He was waiting for the signal. Perhaps these two would yield more information. The young padawan fingered the sabers at his hips, eyes narrowing behind his mask.

"Oy! I dun't know ware dey be. All I knows, is dey be comin dis way. An I dun't plan tuh be 'ere wen dey DO git 'ere!" The larger man blustered. He turned, stomping towards the door. "I dun't need yoor moneh, an I dun't need tuh werk wit yuh aneh moor. Me bois an I are thru wit yuh. Gud luck wit dat Sith an 'is Droid!"

The sound of perceived ownership of his friend made Ryn wince. This buffoon really rubbed the padawan raw. Had he not been shrouded and masked, his fur would have visibly been on end by the slight directed at [member=Ultimatum]. It took all of his discipline to not rush in there that instant. But, that was contrary to what he'd been taught, how he'd been trained, to handle situations like this. No, these men were more a threat to Ultimatum and his mission, than to Ryn directly. As such, he would follow the Sentient AI's lead in the situation. Sabers at the ready, he lay in wait, prepared to burst in and make his presence known. With gusto.


[member=Lady Kay]

 

[Kay-Larr]

Things got serious rather quickly. Kay couldn't quite hear what was going on, but from what [member="Ultimatum"] said, it seemed as though they were expecting a fight. Though she had never seen the two in action, she had hoped that it would just be in a spar, as opposed to fending them off from enemies when they were only at their first stop.

Kay pulled her blaster out now. She whispered to Ultimatum, "Let's let the hired help go. The real man that we should question is the one calling the shots. I'm sure that it wouldn't take much to subdue him. As soon as we get our info, we should hurry up and get off planet." Even though she wanted [member="Ryn'Dhal"] to stretch his legs more, she was sure that there would be other places to go to for that.

 

[Ultimatum]

Ultimatum listened to, [member="Lady Kay"]'s advice, there was sense to it. He spoke over the comm to [member="Ryn'Dhal"], "Wait until the others leave. We move in and interrogate the employer. Together." The droid took the unintentional slight without a blink, he did not think about it at all. It was all too common for organics to assume he was the ownership of some organic. It was almost convenient most underestimated him because of it. They saw little more than a very intimidating bodyguard droid or something akin to that and he was able to get into places that others would not. He pulled away from the door, hoping to avoid being seen by the soon to be exiting gangsters. He raised his pistol in case he was noticed.

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"Then get out." He grabbed a pen angrily. It was not supposed to have been this way. It should have been a five minute thing, just enough to keep him busy. But instead, something like this had to happen. The droid could not pin it on him. There was no proof that he had done this, the grunts had not had time to tell them... Well there was no use worrying, nothing he could do. Time to get ready for a brief vacation.

The man did not wait for the hired gang leader to leave before he began rushing to get some of his stuff ready. He dropped the pen as he moved to a side room. Now was no time for caution, not while he was here. When the droid left he would get back to work, did not matter if he didn't get the payment for taking more time. Better to make it alive.

 

[Ryn'Dhal]

Ryn nodded, watching over the edge of the roof, as his companions relocated. Whispering into his com to Ultimatum, he tried to make some plan off the cuff. "I'm going to cut my way in from the roof, as soon as he asks anything about me, so try to avoid standing in the middle of the room..." He'd say, grasping both of his saber hilts in gloved hands, his fingers dancing slightly in anticipation. He did not like this. Any of this.

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"Yoo are uh reel schutta, yuh know? I wunt be fergettin dis! Yoo will regret dis!" The ruffian bellowed, storming out of the structure. He'd stomp away, swearing up a storm in his poorly enunciated Basic. Straddling his speeder, he gunned it and tore away, a thick blanket of black, likely toxic, smog left behind as he sped away, yelling more obscenities as he went. A small smirk played across the buffoons lips though, as he spotted a cloaked figure on the roof of the building. Looks like that double-crossing land-lord was going to get his comeuppance sooner, rather than later.

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"All clear. On your go sir!" Ryn whispered, his vantage point better than Ultimatum's for seeing that the coast was clear for his approach. At the ready, the masked padawan waited.

[member=Ultimatum] | [member=Lady Kay]​

 

[Kay-Larr]

Kay was a little surprised that the two of them agreed to her little plan. She wasn't a strategist in any way. Even for a politician. Her late husband was the strategist, the warrior. He thrived on the battlefield, commanding thousands and thwarting their enemies. She envied him for that. He always knew how to keep her safe.

It was time. She looked up to [member="Ultimatum"] and nodded her head. But instead of just bursting in, she knocked on the door with a tuneful beat; 'shave and a hair cut...two bits'. Kay then opened the door and walked in, stepping to the side to allow Ultimatum to enter along with her, blaster pointed in front of her. But the man wasn't there.

From a side room, the man's growly voice could be heard. "Did you forget something? I thought I told you to get-" His voice trailed off as he stormed into hus office and saw the two. "-What are you doing here? And where's your Sith friend?" The suitcase in his hand dropped to the floor as he heard a loud crash above them. A cloud of debris and dust landed in front of his feet, as well as the little Sith, [member="Ryn'Dhal"] .

 

[Ultimatum]

Ultimatum followed [member="Lady Kay"] in, keeping his blaster aimed towards where he had supposed the owner had been. It was incorrect and he was about to say that he must have cleared out, but then the man walked into the room. His blaster traversed the space and within a second was aimed at the target. "Time to answer some questions." He took a few more steps into the room, closing the door as he did so. This was an unexpected turn of events, whatever had been the cause here, Ultimatum did not like the possibility that there was some person trying to keep tabs on him. Or was potentially the 'Sith' [member="Ryn'Dhal"] that was being followed. He waited for the his Jedi friend to get up and ready.

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What the- Things were going to quickly for him to properly figure what was going on. The bag dropped from his hands, forgotten, as the Sith came through the ceiling. Were they raining from the sky now? Blast it all. He raised his hands slowly. Well, his employer would be upset, but if it were explained... From what he knew of the man, which was practically nothing, he did not have enough influence to really endanger his life or his money. The owner felt a little safer by this thought. He spluttered nonetheless as he tried to speak, "Did-d-d noth-th-thing."

 

[Ryn'Dhal]

As soon as he saw [member=Ultimatum] and [member=Lady Kay] heading in, he'd make sure his mask was firmly affixed in place. A flick of his wrists found his saber-hilts in the palms of each hand, before the iconic snap-hiss would emit. Thankfully, from the roof, the sound was imperceptible to those inside the dwelling. He'd crouch slightly, giving a swift pivot, spinning in a quick circle, as he simultaneously thrust the blades into the surface of the roof. Spinning, he bored straight through the roof, falling to a kneeling position before the landlord, his sabers having retracted as soon as the roof beneath him gave way.

Rising slowly, dramatically, he mustered the strongest perception of 'anger' and 'rage' he could, which was difficult, but manageable. His acting skills were nothing to scoff at. Glaring dangerously, those vividly molten golden hues would be plainly visible to the owner, visible through the thin slits of the mask. A slight tremble went through Ryn's body, which would be perceived by all in the room as if spawned by rage, was actually from the nerves and tension of having to face someone who threatened his friends safety, in such proximity. Also, the excitement of attempting such a deception was exhilarating to say the least.

He'd reach towards a small, ornamental paper weight on the table, the Force reaching as well, causing the object to levitate. Slowly curling his fingers, the object would noisily wrench, contorting, and even folding slightly in upon itself, as the masked face would oh so slowly angle, his head cocking towards one shoulder. "Oh.....? Did nothing..... you say? Why did you hire that fool to tail us? I do not take kindly to threats, and have even less patience for liars.... Choose your words wisely...." His voice came through raspy, and coarse. His friends would know that this was forced, and that this was FAR from how Ryn actually sounded.... but, the man, it would sound violent, snarly, and more than moderately terrifying.

Hopefully he was not actually a Force Sensitive, capable of discerning alignments and truths from falsehoods.

 

[Kay-Larr]

The man just shook in his place as he felt and heard the little Sith's anger that was fueled by his menacing voice. He was almost frozen in place were it not for his trembling.

While he was busy, Kay kept her blaster trained on him as she moved over towards the man's desk. She saw a bunch of papers strewn on it and the corners of some pieces sticking out of the drawer. So she opened it. No doubt [member="Ultimatum"] and [member="Ryn'Dhal"] would keep the man busy while she snooped. Taking out the papers with one hand, she skimmed through them. The words LOOM, Ultimatum and Mustafar caught her attention. People knew about her droid friend all the way out here?

She walked over to Ultimatum with papers in hand and then showed them to him, keeping her voice low. "You need to look at this....Then we should get out of here."

 

[Ultimatum]

Ultimatum listened to [member="Ryn'Dhal"]'s threats, holding back a smile at his friend's sudden apparent change of character. The droid wondered how far the Jedi would be willing to go. Quite far he assumed, but the robot assumed that Ryn would not go all the way to killing. It did not seem to be style. He was good enough to fool this man however, the stuttering earlier had told of fear. Now the organic Padawan was pushing the advantage. Good move.

He turned to [member="Lady Kay"] when she brought some papers to his attention. He accepted them with his left hand while his right remained steady on the owner. The right hand soon moved to help shuffle the pages. His eyes worked like cameras, saving images of the pages for review one they were in safety. What he caught was most disturbing. All the information he needed was between the lines on these pages. This man had information impossible to get outside of Mustafar. Either the organic had been to the planet before, which seemed unlikely, he had a source of information from the planet, again this man did not seem quite like that, or he was in the employ of one who had access to the information.

He looked back to the organic almost cowering where he stood. "What is this?"

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The man tried to pull himself together, enough that his stuttering ceased. However he began shaking as he responded to the Sith, "An employer wanted me to tail your droid friend with some company. I don't know why, he told me to make sure that the people were stupid enough to be defeated yet competent enough to hold them off for a time. That's all."

He then looked to the droid, who seemed much more intimidating now. He guessed it had something to do with the situation, but suddenly everyone in the room appeared more dangerous than he had originally thought. He wondered if everyone in here was a killer, obviously the Sith was. That was what Sith were like right? Killers and destroyers. The droid looked the part, probably some psychopath intent on humanity's destruction. The female looked more hidden, maybe one of those people who hid their true nature. Killers and murderers all of them. No use in hiding anything.

"My employer is someone on Mustafar. Doesn't like you very much. Beyond that I don't know anything about him. He uses some sort of vocal distorter in the few holocalls we've made. He gave me extra information for me to pass onto some other contacts of my own. I did not get the time though. Destroy them, I don't have any extras so no need to worry. Burn the whole table if you want." He looked hopefully from one face to the next, until at last he looked back to the Sith.

 

[Ryn'Dhal]

He remained focused, unwavering, unmoving, as he continued to stare-down the man. The intensity of the stare burned with greater heat than a neutron star, what easily passed for a boiling rage visible through those thin slits of his mask. In truth though, his intense stare was past the man, into his own imaginations, of a toy discus he and a fellow padawan would train with, testing each others reflexes and agility by throwing back and forth, intentionally at erratic flight-paths, to push each other further. This effect would likely be perceived by the man as a near-blood-lust, a faint tremble in the 'Sith's body.

"Have you any more to share?" His cold, dangerous voice came forth, as this mask would almost imperceptibly shift, angling as his head tilted oh so slightly towards one shoulder. "Your survival depends on his satisfaction with your information. He is, after all, the one your 'boss' is after.... Find it funny that one would invest so little in their own holdings...." He'd murmur condescendingly, implying that the landing-pad owner was likely viewed as unimportant and expendable in the eyes of his contractor.

[member="Ultimatum"] | [member="Lady Kay"]​

 

[Kay-Larr]

Kay didn't like what she was hearing. She went back to the desk, slipping her blaster back inside of her satchel while she started to go through all of the papers and disks in the drawers. The papers didn't hold much, but the disks possibly could. She put them inside of her satchel and then turned to [member="Ultimatum"] and [member="Ryn'Dhal"] . "This was all a distraction. We need to get back to the ship and search it. More than likely there's either a tracking device on it or some explosives. We can't leave until we find out for sure just what this distraction was for."

Maybe it was in order to keep them out of Mustafar longer? She didn't know. It could also be some sort of way to make them stranded. But there were other ships around that they could take instead, if need be.

Regardless, Ultimatum needed to contact his planet and find out who is at odds with him and why. She couldn't imagine anyone hating her friend. But the Galaxy didn't work in the way that she felt it should.

 

[Ultimatum]

Ultimatum wondered what was going through the mind of his organic friend, [member="Ryn'Dhal"] did not usually have those shakings and while it was characteristic of Sith Ultimatum knew the Jedi not to be one. What was he thinking to put his body into that sort of action? It was perhaps a question for another time. Not now of course, their audience was somewhat cowed and did not need to hear that the 'Sith' was putting on a show.

The question by Ryn was very good and the droid intended on not interfering directly as he listened to [member="Lady Kay"]. A fair point, in fact something that concerned him. He wondered who it was, once more, that was trying to slow him up and keep tabs on him. Was it perhaps the same that had ordered the kidnapping by pirates? That had been so long ago, why the wait? There had to be some deeper reason. Who could it be and why? This was very important, Mustafar had almost entirely accepted his control with relative ease. There had been the expected trouble makers and anarchists, but those that had not been captured had tired out due to the lack of response. Ultimatum had brought strong control and a powerful sense of security.

"Keep speaking, I am listening." He said to the captive before walking over to the table. He looked through the papers and over a few datapads. He knew Kay was competent in such matters, but he wanted to see if any connections could be made through his own mind. There might be things he knew that would make sense where his organic friend might not see any.

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The owner had given information already, everything else came out now. There was nothing holding it back. The threats of the Sith were unnecessary, he would have told either way, but they sped up the words to the point that parts seemed almost like a river of gibberish. However, each time the words become muddled he would stop and speak again, saying it more clearly in the hopes of gaining favor and surviving this encounter.

"He didn't pay much, but on a planet like this you take what you can get. These are the best landing pads for a kilometer or two around. My employer probably guessed that you guys would land here. I think he also said something about messing with the communications array on your ship, as well as setting up a tracking device. I think he did not want you to communicate with home any time soon. I don't have the materials on hand to accomplish that repair, the parts are pretty uncommon, most people don't have much trouble in their array."

He fell silent for a few moments looking at the droid almost pleadingly to turn his full attention back to himself. The owner did not want to die, not like this anyways. He then looked to the Sith, still not really believing that the droid was leader of this group. After all, droids were just the things that you sent in to do the jobs that real people could not do, or did not like doing, right?

"Look, I told you everything I know. Please let me go. You can question the mechanics on what they did to hide the tracker and other things. Take them with for all I care."

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Ultimatum looked up and back to the organic for a moment. Yes, his attempts at communicating directly to the ship and then to Mustafar had failed. It had bee surprising and disconcerting. He assumed Legion would be alright. What could anyone do to take control while he was away? The sort of weapons required to take on his droids and defenses were beyond that the locals could easily acquire. Yet, there had to be a reason for this. What was it?

"Fine." He motioned for Ryn to release him. He cared not for this organic anymore, now that he knew that the head was somewhere else. The middleman was hardly a danger to him compared to what the leader had to be. He looked to Kay to see what she had gotten.

 

[Ryn'Dhal]

Ryn'Dhal held the stare for a few moments longer, to anchor his role, and to cement the owners desire to not intervene further in affairs such as this, before scoffing. "Looks like you lucked out. I don't like waste. And, while you may have crossed us, you may have uses in the future. As such, it would be a terrible waste to snuff your light. So, you live. But know this. I've seen your face. Should I personally find a use for you, I will find you, and you will make reparations." His burning, golden eyes bored into the landing-pad owners own, his words hanging dangerously in the air. Then, with a dramatic swish of his cloak, Ryn turned towards the door.

"If you are satisfied in here, let us depart." He'd state to the others, another attempt to make his 'position' as a 'Sith' more 'legitimate'. He'd amble out the door ahead of his friends, and would refrain from speaking until long after they had moved clear of any potential eaves-droppers.

A dramatic exhalation, and a fervent shaking of his head, Ryn looked to the two. "Holy WOW!!! I was so tense! That was a rush!!!" He'd shake his head again, before laughing lightly. "I had to stretch my imagination, trying to trigger the right memory to emulate the right physical responses to make my faux-threats seem legitimate! Whew!!!" He'd exhale, laughing again. "I tell you, I'm in no real hurry to repeat that performance!"

Again, he'd shake his head, as if trying to shake clear the feeling of unease from his deception, before turning to address [member=Ultimatum]. "So, whats our next plan of attack, sir?"

[member="Lady Kay"]​

 

[Kay-Larr]

Kay said nothing as [member="Ultimatum"] looked to her. She was too busy going over the many possibilities. One thing was for certain. They couldn't stay.

She nodded her head towards the door, indicating that she wanted to leave. [member="Ryn'Dhal"] was already on his way there and so she followed him. His laughter put her a bit at ease and she couldn't help but applaud his efforts.

"Well done indeed, Ryn. One of these days you'll need to get paid for such performances. But I can imagine that such theatrics will save your life some day. In the meantime though....we should get out of here. Ultimatum, someone wants to keep you away from Mustafar. Should we go back there? Or carry on?"