Shayla sighed. "Don't try talking sense to this one." she told Len, indicating Diseh, "He's too hack and slash to be fixed."
At the mention of the holocron, her eyes narrowed. "Why are you TELLING us this? Wouldn't it be better for you if we screwed up and destroyed it by accident?"
At the offer of a seat, she sat down greatfully. "Whatever game you're playing, at least you're nice enough to allow us to play sitting down." she commented.

[color=deepskyblue]Len was rather amused at Shayla's remark. His Implant had finally gotten a positive identification on her. He wondered if either had even guessed the eye patch

Shayla glared at Diseh and snatched away the glass from his hands. "Yes, I'm Shayla, and this IDIOT who knows nothing of buisness is Diseh, the most naive Sith in all existance." she turned to Diseh. "For all you know, that glass could have been poisoned!" she told him, "Or laced with truth juice, or just really strong!"
She turned back to Len, an odd look on her face. "Wait... YOU'RE Len Homar?" she asked, "I've heard of you. You're supposed to be the best. That leads me to assume that you let us find you. Why?"

In case anyone hasn't realised, YOUR BUILDING IS BEING ATTACKED BY A SPACE SHIP!

Just want to point out that in the immediate future, someone has to notice that.

And incase you haven't noticed, we're not IN a building.


And no, the ship isn't in a building either.



"I let you find me because you seem like the sort of customers who would be interested in a one of a kind sith holocron." He smiled knowingly. "And you need not worry about poison or truth serums," he said, "let me show you." so saying, he picked up a bottle of wine, poured himself a glass, and took a sip. He had chosen the Strong wine, to give a false Impression as to which was safe. He had also intentionally used small glasses, so that he could drink one or two cups of strong wine without getting drunk himself.

Personaly GQ I thought you were just attacking random places so I just ignored it.

Diseh was frustrated with Shayla. "Serioulsy now stop acting so over pretective of me, and shut it!" He took the glass back. "Ok Len, let's get down to buisness."

Shayla glared. "Whose are you talking about?" she asked, "We both have them."
She glared at Diseh, too. "It's not overprotective if it keeps you from getting killed." she countered.

Shayla groaned. "This, Diseh dear, is a different world. It's not a simple hunt and kill anymore. Let me handle this, alright?"
She turned to Len and rolled her eyes. "Apparently Diseh won't acquiesce, but you're welcome to a look at mine." she handed it over with a shrug. Len wouldn't be able to kill her with her own saber, and she could always get it back.

Oh, crap.

After a few minutes of Xarka's lasers pounding at the buildings, one of the locals finally got the sense to radio him.

"WHY ARE YOU FIRING ON US?!" they yelled, very undiplomatically.

"Because your master Diseh has been acting too tough lately," Xarka swore.

"YOU BLOODY IDIOT! THERE'S NO-ONE CALLED DISEH HERE! IF YOU MEAN THE CRAZY GUY IN THE HOOD, HE WENT THAT WAY!"

And a co-ordinate flashed on Xarka's navicomputer. He switched off the lasers and apologised. He then left the ruined crater of the building for the actual location.

((*cracks up*))

Shayla groaned and felt for him herself. "Aw, ****." she said, "He's got a ship! Where did he get a ship?"

[color=deepskyblue]"Get out of my mind!" Len roared at diseh "just because I don't have the force doesn

NOO!!! THIS RP WILL NOT DIE!!!

Xarka flew the fighter towards the landed ship. He fired the blasters as soon as he came near. He set the speakers onto boradcast:

"You've pushed me around for too long, Sith. Prepare to be crushed under the grip of the Falleen!"

Shayla accepted her lightsaber with a smile and ran for the turrets. "Don't take us off planet!" she protested as she shot, "Just to the Hawk! We can't leave the Hawk!"