Coronet City

Malora hated landing. She never could stick one quite as smoothly as Fel, but then again, no one really could. As the ship touched down, she cycled through the systems and performed all the right checks with glassy eyes, her mind elsewhere. Specifically, running through past memories of the last year, looking for missed clues or details she'd overlooked on her hunt for their missing captain. She knew it was useless, she hadn't missed anything, but it was almost habit now, something she did when quiet fell or sleep approached. It made her feel like she was doing something about Fel's disappearance. Part of her felt a little guilty for taking this job at all. She should be out there, combing streets and kicking down doors until she found something, anything, any minuscule nugget of information to give her some kind of heading, some kind of..hope. Not that she'd given up. She'd never give up. But a little reassurance that she was on the right path would've been nice.

Mal rubbed at the worn keys at her fingertips, staring. If anyone could find something they could use to track down Fel, it would be Jace Stealer  and Liya Tawaza  , and the extra cash from this job would help the hunt. Besides, there was nothing else she could try right now. She'd combed almost all streets, kicked down almost all the doors she could. Well…there were a few more she could try, but she'd had enough of the Hutts ( @kolga ) for the time being, and she wasn't equipped to deal with pirates ( Bloodrage Pirates ) or a big-time crime lord ( The Shadow King ) right now.

She drummed her fingers on the console. "Alright, well. Connors, pack light, we have no idea what this guy is like and I'd rather not freak him out. You're scary enough when you're not bristling with weapons." The smuggler tossed her companion a tiny smirk and reached down, stuffing her feet back in her boots and buckling up. "I'll contact Barrish while we gear up. Wrench, you comin' or you wanna man the ship while we negotiate?"

"Yes, thank you, Admiral."

Kay'li smiled at the Duros, and bowed fractionally, then turned to discuss their next move with Johun. "I agree. Should we head to Foerost, and try to follow the Imperials from their last known position, or should we backtrace them to Khomm and try to find their original source?"

The Jedi Knight could see potential in both options, although chasing a fleet might not be very smart. Finding the Imperial base would be more useful and less suicidal. Then again, the trail could be a lot fresher and easier to follow if they went to the Imperials' last known position.

"I agree. We need to find the source."

Kay'li replied, as the Jedi left the Admirals to their duties and exited the conference room. "We don't need to find the fleet. If we find their base, then the fleet will eventually come home." Besides, they were collecting information, not staging an attack. Finding the fleet would probably be a bad idea.

Idly, as they walked, she checked her comlink for any missed calls, but there was nothing of importance. She wondered whether they would find the Imperials before her brother finished his long-running manhunt. That would be good for a few sibling rivalry jokes.

"I don't bristle." He plucked his DC15s off the peg near the ramp and slung the gun belt around his hips, cinching it tight then tying it down on his thigh. "I lurk." He returned her smirk as he pulled the blaster free of it's home, checked the power pack for charge, then slipped it back into place. "Besides, I mostly carry this thing for show. Makes them focus on the less dangerous threat because it's the one they're used to." With the weapon check over, Wade pulled his jacket on and was about to head down the ramp when Wrench pulled up clad in a bandoleer. The chuckle that escaped him was very nearly a snort, and he directed his next question back at Malora. "What happened to not spooking the locals?"

As soon as Kay'li boarded, Johun closed the ramp and took a seat. The Libero's repulsed so hummed to life at Lt. Trado guided the shuttle off of the landing pad and toward orbit. Johun activated the comm to the cockpit.

Lt. Trado, please plot a course to Khomm.

Yes sir.

Johun closed his eyes, letting Ashla flow through him. Calming him as he looked for affirmation of his decision to travel to Khomm as the Libero continued skyward.

It had been over a year since the Organization had fallen and Ty still caught himself looking over his shoulder from time to time just waiting for the other boot to drop and whoever was behind the attack to finally catch up to him. He wasn't one to run from a fight, but when you don't know who your enemy is it's hard to fight back, so instead he had been laying low here on Corellia since escaping the Nexus. What little intel he had gathered about the attack still lead him nowhere, and so he would wait until the threat eventually revealed itself.

And so for the past year he had held a regular job working the spaceport docks, visiting the same bar, and living in a small studio apartment, all the while making sure to stay off anyone's radar and keep his nose clean. By all accounts he blended in like any normal person, though perhaps a bit more reclusive than your average Joe. Today was no different, he put in his shift at the docks and was throwing back a couple of ales before he headed home.

He held up his hand to decline a refill as the bartender approached, he then finished his last sip and tossed a few credits on the counter then stood up and walked out the door. As he stepped out into the street his eyes swept the area before he began his walk home.

He wore a navy blue long sleeve t-shirt with the sleeves pushed up just below the elbow, his pants were a light blue, almost gray color, and he carried his black canvas jacket in his right hand. He was dirty from head to toe compliments of the job and he, for all intents and purposes, seemed genuinely tired after a long day's work. So when he suddenly got the inexplicable urge to change his route home he reluctantly opted to follow his gut and head home the long way. And in the pit of his stomach he just had a bad feeling about what he was walking toward.

It wasn't long before he stepped around a corner and came face to face with three thugs and a Hutt harassing a beaten woman.He stood wide eyed for a moment not sure if he should intervene and get on the bad side of a Hutt in a big way or if he should keep walking and maintain his low profile. He had a strong urge to help, like a sense of duty that compelled him to do the right thing consequences be damned. And his mind was made up just as he was spotted and one of the thugs began to approach him.He dropped his jacket and held his hands up about shoulder height as if to surrender. "Hey fellas, I'm not looking for trouble, I'm just on my way home."

Almost as soon as he had finished talking the guard had closed the gap and began to reach for him when Ty grabbed the guards hand broke his wrist, disarmed him by taking his blaster, and squeezed off a shot into his gut in a blink and you would have missed it move. He then fired two more shots aimed squarely at the other two guards guts.

The three guards fell to ground wallowing in pain from blasts and Ty was free to focus on the Hutt and the woman who was working hard to invade his mind. Though he wasn't sure why she was doing so.

Ty blinked and shallowly shook his head as the woman pushed her way in.It clearly affected him but it didn't dominate him. He never did like the feeling of a forcie intruding in his head, it was like fighting a battle on two fronts and it made his helping her more difficult as a result.He looked at the woman and shook his head.He hoped she would know that he wanted her to stop, he hoped that she would see that he would was there to help without the manipulation.

"Let her go. No one has to die today. Your men here will be fine if you can get them some help soon." His brow furrowed as he fought against her intrusion while he simultaneously raised the blaster and aimed for the Hutt's arm that clutched the injured woman. "Whatever she stole she can't pay back if she's dead. Just let her go. I don't want to have to hurt you." In truth he didn't much care if he hurt the Hutt or not, but he didn't want to hit the girl. It was true that he could shoot the Hutt anywhere but he was aiming for the arm because as strong as a Hutt may be they can't hold a person with an injured arm. And that was the quickest way to free her. Trouble was, the woman's prying was making his aim a little shaky.