Neith nodded as the old philosopher explained his reasons. It still seemed odd that such a man would frequent such a hole such as this.

As the man talked, the bartendar came up to the table interrupting. "I was instructed to give this to you." He handed her a keycard. It was obviously a keycard to an apartment.

Neith picked it up and held it in her hand. "From who?"

"A man at the bar." Then the bartendar walked away.

Neith glanced to the bar and scanned the patrons. Her gaze stopped on the man smiling at her.


Yar.

The no-good smuggler was back.

Turning to her present companion, she said, "Excuse me," and arose from the table. She made her way over to Yar, the too handsome for his own good human who caused her more trouble than ill-working detonators.


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Meanwhile, Sentaor Lo'Cham was meeting with a few of his colleagues.

"This was an obvious attempt to frighten you, my friend." Senator Wa'ert said after Lo'Cham was notified of the destruction of his residence.

"But, why was I a target?"

Wa'ert stood silent. There could be thousands of reasons why Lo'Cham was a target. "Perhaps, it was from a militant group from your planet."

Lo'Cham shook his head in dismissal. "We are a simple mining planet. We do not support the use of force."

"May I suggest you hire some sort of protection until the mystery is solved." Wa'ert patted his friend on his back.

Lo'Cham looked up. "Jedi?"

Wa'ert shook his head and laughed slightly. "I doubt the Jedi have time to protect every Senator with a life threat." He began to pace the chamber in consideration. "Perhaps a bodyguard would be more appropriate. I do know of someone that would be willing....for a price, of course."

He followed her from the table, whispering quietly to her. "In the future, i reccomend you use a chemical mask when planting and detonating explosive devices. You still reek of chemicals. Now i think we ought to go around the corner and discuss this out of reach of watchful ears."

Neith turned back to the older man and cursed under her breath. She took one last look at Yar and then went with her new companion.

The two leaving did not go without notice. Kahn and Raven had been watching the two, and now they would have to decide what move to make next.

"We could split up. You contact this Senator, and I'll see if I can tail our suspect."

Because the Knight had familiarized himself with Neith's Force signature, he was able to pick her prescence out of a crowd relatively easily. Unless she was able to cloak that signature, he wouldn't lose her.

They walked quietly from the bar, turning the coner easily and disappearing into a throng of drunks. He handed her the small framework, indicating where it would fit across the larynx and showing his. After she had put it on, they spoke through the coded comm channel, the only ones on a closed conversation.

"Now, for the sake of my own curiosity, you are going to tell me why you are blowing up buildings." He said through the channel. They were completely silent as they walked, the radio trailing up to her ear and broadcasting. The send mechanism was right against her laryx, requiring her to only subvocalize in order to communicate.

"Please don't try anything foolish, I may not like this planet, but i do come prepared." He smiled quietly as he walked, down playing the situation as the two of them strolled through the crowd.

He paced back and forth throughout his room, they had not told him where she was just that she had been in trouble. They had told him to stay in his room because his intervention would only escalate the problem not help to find a solution.

Ah damn them all!

For almost two hours he'd paced in his room, worried, scared. Oh Raven please be ok he thought, fearing the worst. Finally he had an idea...he'd given her his other comms unit...

He clicked it on and held it to his lips, hoping her's would go off and indicate that he was trying to call her.

Jedi were trained in many ways, mentally as well as physically. They were taught that to ignore one part of their training was to deny themselves valuable lessons and skills. One of the things that Light Siders learned was how to fit in with a crowd. How to cover up the characteristics that made them unique and melt into a throng of people in order to go without notice.

Kahn used this skill to tail the bounty huntress, as well as the man she was with. He could tell that they were communicating, but was unable to make out exactly what the two were saying. Moving in a bit closer, he reached out with the Force. Cloaking his signature so that Neith wouldn't be able to sense him, he gently tried to pry into her mind, attempting to gain access to her thoughts.

It was a sound plan, to split up, and once again she had to play the diplomat, and speak with the Senator Lo'Cham.

Finding the individual was one thing, but having to meet the person was quite another, for it took at least an hour to arrange a meeting.

Raven leaned back against the padded seat of her air taxi, letting the back of her head bonk the seating hard in frustraition. She had the distinctive feeling that her already long day was going to get even longer.

"What the heck happened to my vacation?" Raven moaned, rolling her eyes in annoyance.

As if things couldn't get any worse, the pilot was slower than trafic during a Gungan parade on the Queen's birthday. Now, if she were flying she'd already be there.

Ah, flying, now there was a pleasant thought....

A beeping of her comlink jerked her out of her reverie, and she grinned. Normally, such a device would be not opporational because of a bomb blast, but, it was a sign that she wasn't close enough to the blast for the unit to be too badly effected.


And, if it's beeping, she had better answer it.

"Yeah? Skywalker here." Raven answered pulling the comlink from her belt.