As they docked at Palagus' station Vestara peered out a nearby window to get a better look at the station itself. The station was tall and cylindrical but near the lower portion she saw a series of smaller and rather numerous separate sections connected by only small corridors, very similar to the one that they were now using to dock their ship. Vestara had never actually been to such a place before, but given the occupation of the individual who owned the station it seemed a fair guess just what those particular portions of the station were for, storing sample of whatever biological or chemical weapon he happened to be studying at the time, given the risk she imagined came with the occupation it made a bit of sense they would be stored in diverse and separated sections, and that they could be jettisoned if the need arises.
But one particular detail bothered her, the sheer number of these smaller sections. She understood the need for prudence in such a profession and having adequate storage was certainly a must, but she noticed something about the smaller section, not all seemed to have power active in them, this could mean absolutely nothing save for they are having maintenance issues. But there was also the possibility that this meant the ones presently using power were the ones occupied, and the only reason this bothered her at all was that it seemed that the vast majority of them were active. Perhaps it was her own natural distrust of people that was making her paranoid of the situation, but it unsettled her greatly to be entering a place were there appeared to be so many potential WMD's on hand, in the midst of space, were she had nowhere to run. She then remembered that on top of all of this Mirta expected her to bring yet ANOTHER biological weapon onto the station for Palagus to study. In fact the situation as a whole made her uncomfortable.
After contemplating all of this for a moment she turned towards Mirta and scowled "I loathe you right now."

As the ship completed it's docking sequence and was now connected to the station Vestara joined Mirta and Rook as they headed through the corridor into leading into the station itself. When the door opened they were 'greeted',if it could be called that, by a very tall, bald, human male, wearing what appeared to be a very formal suit. Vestara noticed something was off about what he was wearing, the suit appeared to be a size or two larger than what it should be, and it he seemed to be wearing something under it, from what she could tell from the contours of his suit it looked as though he was wearing some sort of armor, not unlike what Mirta and the other Mandalorians wore, beneath it. It didn't seem too bulky so it wasn't immediately noticeable but based on Mirta's frown she seemed to have caught on as well.
"That's no butler, or servant, he sent the muscle to greet us. So much for everybody getting along."
The man stared at them very sternly and simply gestured without a word for them to follow them. Vestara didn't sense any particular hostility or disdain from this individual but if he was just acting the way he was instructed she wouldn't sense much to begin with.
As they walked Vestara took notice of something else about the man sent to greet them, the suit he wore to conceal his armor appear to be protective as well, the fabric and manner in which it was woven resembled the lining she had seen in between portions of combat armor, adding to his physical defense while creating the illusion of a respectful host.
"I imagine that man could take a blaster round point blank to the chest and get right back up! Yes, I feel all manner of welcome here."

After following their silent greeter through a series of maze-like hallways with numerous doorways throughout, they eventually reached what appeared to be a large circular lobby or waiting room, there were various chairs and tables spread throughout the room and several doorways lining the large circular wall, each one guarded by two rather tall individuals of various races all dressed in the same manner as the other man, light body armor customized to resemble respectful and formal clothing large enough to conceal heavier armor beneath.
When they had all entered the room the man gestured to a group of nearby chairs and addressed them "If you could take a seat he will be with you in a moment." with that he headed exited the room through a doorway at the opposite end of which they entered.

Rook looked around the room at all the guards before turning his attention to Mirta and Vestara "So who else is rather uncomfortable right now?"
Vestara sat turning her eyes all around the room "They sent someone padded down enough to withstand a land speeder crashing into him to bring us to a room full of equally...armed...individuals, and who knows what weapons they have hidden on their person. Yeah, I feel comfortable, this is great, Mirta what raving psychopath have you got us into business with now?"
"You shut up crippy. In fact both of you shut up. Listen tight security is nothing to be worried about, this guy does business for this entire system, chances are he has his share of enemies, hence security, perhaps a little extreme security but still nothing out of the ordinary, or at least nothing we shouldn't have foreseen."
"Until he gets mad at us and has his unstoppable behemoths murder us, seriously all these guys look to be about six and a half feet."
"OH MY-Shut up Rook!"
"I have a question." Both turned to Vestara "What...what do you suppose he keeps in all of those...lower sections of the station."
After thinking for a second Mirta simply shrugged "I imagine he has to have sample's of whatever he's studying in order to make counter agents."
"Yes, I figured as much, but WHY does he have so many, right now, on hand? It was my understanding his job was to find ways to eliminate the viruses or whatever that he's given, so why does he have so many? While not impossible it's not very probable that he has that much of a workload at this very moment. If he isn't getting rid of them why is he holding on to them?"
Rook scratched his chin for a moment before turning towards Mirta "See this is what happens when you leave her in your room watching sci-fi horror movies all day long she gets super paranoid, BUT she does have a point, it makes sense he'd keep samples for testing but once he had confirmation that he had a working counter-agent theoretically he wouldn't need them, and keeping them around would be hazardous. And on top of that, if he isn't disposing of the weapons he's hired to neutralize then wouldn't that mean he'd keep a sample of the nano-killer we want him to get rid of?"
Mirta's head shot up at the sound of this and her eyes narrowed "He had better not! He'd better burn every sample we give him! I want no trace of it to exist once we are done!"

Before the three could continue their discussion any further one of the door's opened and a male Mon Calamari, with a rather exaggerated smile, hurried over to them.
"I am so terribly sorry for you all having to wait like this, I realize this must be a great inconvenience."
Mirta stood up and pointed at the man "You aren't Palagus."
"No, quite right, I am not. I am his assistant. Mr. Palagus you see, is unavailable at the moment for he is in a meeting right now, but he might be able to speak to you soon."
"Now hold on, I spoke to him a couple of days ago and arranged to meet with him, we all traveled a great distance to get here, from another system in fact, and when we got close enough to see the station from our ship we informed him we'd arrived, and so he decided to just take a meeting and blow us off?!"
The Mon Calamari was now shaking and trying desperately not to let his oversized smile fade as he continued his dialogue "I do apologize for the inconvenience, truly, it was a last minute affair that he himself was not expecting."
Mirta turned her gaze to Vestara who already knew what she wanted and gave a small nod to confirm he was in fact telling the truth.
"So what exactly are we supposed to do just wait until he's done with whoever and then speak when it's our turn?"
"Well ma'am..."
"Do not 'Ma'am' me."
"Sorry. Um...he is almost done with his meeting so..uh..ahem, he can get with you as soon as he is done, it's a holo meeting so it shouldn't be much longer, if we could just have your patience."
Mirta was now visibly grinding her teeth out of sheer impatience "Tell him we will wait but he is being a very POOR host."
"U..understood." the smile completely gone from his face the man hurried back to through the same entrance whence he originally came to convey Mirta's sentiment's.
Mirta herself was now gripping both of her hands and trying not to scream "We show up, we are led to a waiting area, we are asked to wait, only to be asked to wait EVEN FURTHER!"
Rook put one of his hand's on one of Mirta's shoulders and forced her into her seat while looking around at all the guards, who were now focusing exclusively on the three of them. "Gev, calm down and sit before you cause an incident we will all regret, especially in the morning." He then Turned to Vestara "So, Sevara I believe, was he telling the truth?"
"Far as I can tell."
"What do you mean by that."
"It could have been the truth or it could have just been what he was told to tell us, which would have read the same way as it would have been a truth."
"So you don't know?"
"I'm neither psychic nor omnipotent, it felt like he was telling the truth, but again if he was just reciting what his boss told him to say and he doesn't know better it would feel the same way."
"I thought she was supposed to be useful."
"OH BITE ME, CHESS PIECE!"
Mirta was now rubbing her temples "If the two of you don't shut up I swear I will beat you both to death with the others dismembered limbs, alright I'm annoyed so do not test me."
"While we are on the subject of her analytical capabilities, I think we should discuss how she's going to inform us as to whether or not Palagus is being honest with us. I'm certain he won't like it if we ask every two seconds if she thinks he's lying or not."
"How about she do something simple like... hum if he's being honest, clear your throat if he lies and if you aren't certain...put your hand on your chin, like your thinking about something."
"Alright I can do all that, assuming we ever speak to him."

While the three waited something occurred to Vestara that she hadn't asked before now but was no less curious of. "Mirta may I ask a question?"
"Didn't you just?"
"Ha-ha. But why are you doing all of this?"
"...Excuse me?"
"This, your planet, the virus, why?"
"Do you want me to hurt you?"
"No I'm just asking a question, you're doing all of this so you can return to A planet, A single planet in a galaxy full of them, what makes this one so important you can't live without it? From what you told me about your past you weren't even born there, and your mother who raised you didn't even follow the Mando lifestyle, so why?"
Rook who overheard the question leaned forwards "May I smack her?"
"No, you may not. Sevara, you told me you spent your whole life on a planet that never possessed any sort of off world transportation, the culture and the ways of others is completely and utterly foreign to you, you're 18 years of age but in regards to matters such as this you're very much akin to a child, so I will not get offended by that question and I will answer it, you are in fact stuck with us in this, may as well know the why. Mandalore is our ancestral home, it is where we trace our roots to, Rook here is descended from a clone of Jango Fett, but Fett was of Mandalore. My mother was half-Kiffar, half-Mandalorian, my father was a full Mando, so I was raised as a Mando, the planet itself is a part of our history and in our most trying times it is to be our last safe haven, a home no one can take from us, but someone did. To us, to our people there isn't any greater insult, so to anyone else sure, they could just go and find a different home on a different world. But NOT us. Does that answer your question?"
"I guess, a little." Realizing her ignorance of other societies had once again caused her to touch on a sore subject with Mirta, Vestara opted to stay silent for the remainder of the time they waited to meet with Palagus.

After a while longer the Mon Calamari from before re-entered the room, his obnoxious smile having found it's way back onto his face.
"So terribly sorry for the delay, will see you now."
Mirta who was not amused at all with how long they had been kept waiting walked over to him "So he'll see us now, not next week? Month from tomorrow? His next birthday?!"
"Gev, no need to be rude or snarky!"
"I'll be the judge of that."
The three followed the Mon calamari assistant through the same doorway he came through and proceeded through a long maze-like hallway not unlike the one they came through when they first arrived until they reached an elevator, the three entered at his insistence and waited for him to direct it to the appropriate floor, once they had reached the correct floor they exited the elevator and they once again made their way through an elongated hallway, another detail of this place that caught Vestara's curiosity.
"What exactly is in all of these rooms?"
"Well, due to where the station is located the entire staff, myself included, have to live onsite, so Mr. Palagus has seen to it we are all provided our own personal lodgings."
"And it doesn't bother you that you literally sleep just above every Bio-Chemical weapon developed in this system? Certainly keep me up at night."
"I can assure you, adequate steps are taken to ensure everyone's safety."
"I'll believe it when I see it."

At the end of the long hallway they came to an office therein they were greeted by a male Bothan in a lab coat sitting behind a desk.
"Hello, everyone I am Ord Palagus, sorry for all the delays, around the time you finished docking a business associate with no sense of time or tact called and wouldn't take no for an answer."
Vestara began lightly humming to herself while she sat down nearby.
"Now you" pointing at Mirta "Are Mirta Gev correct? Your who I spoke to?"
"Yes, and let me say that given the importance of this matter I'm not pleased with the idea of being left to dangle, pondering whether or not you could be of any assistance."
"Again an unfortunate mishap, now given how important you have stressed this matter allegedly is, what is it you hope to procure my services for? You are a long way from your home system."
"Are you familiar with the matter regarding Mandalore itself?"
"Not entirely."
"A nano-killer was released into the atmosphere, a nano-killer set to target anyone who shares DNA with my grandfather and given that he has a ...large family" gesturing towards Rook "That is no small target group."
"Correct me if I'm wrong but your Great-grandfather was the template for the republic's clone army those years back, yes?" Mirta gave a quick nod "Are they and their family affected?" Mirta nodded once more. "I see. And you want my help in creating something to neutralize the nano-killer, yes?"
"Yes, that's what we are getting at."
Palagus leaned back in his chair and stroked a bit of fur on his chin "Well, I have dealt with viruses programmed to target specific individuals before" Vestara started humming again "However there are many kinds, they aren't all the same thing. The process in creating such Biological weapons is often dependent on who made it. In this case I will of course need a sample of this particular virus to examine to determine what it is I'm dealing with." Mirta listened for Vestara who was still humming.
"We understand completely and we do have a sample with us you can analyze, back on our ship. We can have it brought for you to examine very soon."
"Now hold on, I never said I would take the job."
Mirta gritted her teeth "What would it take to convince you TO take the job?"
"I'm under contract from all the governments on all the planets in this system, my job it to essentially prevent them from all killing each other, because most hate each other. My work load is by no means small even with a full staff, and with the occasional freelance jobs I take it's even worse, but you make your bed then you sleep in it. You want to add to my work load, understand my time is expensive, VERY expensive."
"Oh, you weasel."
Palagus then pulled out a data-pad and typed a few things onto it before handing it to Mirta "Think you can pay that price?"
Upon seeing the price however Vestara could almost feel killer intent from Mirta suggesting it was by no mean's a reasonable price. "Y...yes, we...we can pay that,and we will,we will, when you deliver! Last person who laid claim to being able to help me wanted payment up front and never lifted a finger on their end, I'm not getting conned again!"
"That's fair. Tell you what let me examine the sample you have, I think I can fix your little dilemma, you pay me, I do the job."
"If you think you can do the job you get half up front, the rest when you deliver!"
Palagus chuckled at this while staring at her eyes, seeing the level of seriousness in them he smirked realizing she wouldn't budge on her stipulation. "Deal. I almost want to haggle but I know better than to argue price with Mandalorian's. Now let's see this virus of yours."
Rook leaned in close "Do we even have that much money?"
Mirta stared sheepishly at her feet "I might have to have Grandfather foot the bill on this."
"Oh, let's hope he loves you as much as you think he does."

Mirta, Vestara, and Rook returned to the ship where Mirta directed Vestara towards a small metal safe in the cargo bay, therein lay a single small suitcase which held a large, sealed, metal cylinder.
"What's in here EXACTLY."
"A small sample of the air from Mandalore's atmosphere, don't jostle it or I swear my last act before dying will be stabbing you, and strangling you."
"Your my bestest friend to Mirta."

Vestara proceeded to carry the suitcase very carefully and slowly through the long hallway, directed by Palagus's assistant until she reached the large circular waiting room where Palagus himself was waiting by one of the doorways.
"Alright miss, I can take that, ordinarily I'd wear some sort of hazmat suit but since this won't ever kill me, didn't see the point, probably my safest job yet."
Vestara might have found humor in his quips were it not for the fact that her pain medication was wearing off and she could now feel her legs again.
"I will be down in the lower levels of the station examining this, this could take a up to a few hours, you and your comrades are free to wait here until I'm done, and I will have an answer for Miss Gev soon." And with that he disappeared through the doorway.

Vestara limped back over to one of the chairs and started rubbing her knee and ankle to try and ease the pain, after a while Mirta and Rook found there way back to the room and waited with her in silence, after a while Vestara noticed one of the guards paying attention to whatever seemed to be being conveyed through his earpiece, the way he seemed to intent on what was being said she surmised he was receiving orders or such, when suddenly the guard turned to look at her and a chill ran down her. She turned and looked at all the other guards, they too seemed to be receiving some sort of instructions over their earpieces, and the menacing sense of foreboding only got worse as each one turned their attention to the three of them, the force filled with a killer intent from everyone in the room which gradually increased with each ones gaze as they slowly advanced towards the three of them.
"Guys. I don't mean to alarm you, but I think these guys might have just been ordered to kill us."

A/N: 10/23/2016 QUINTUPLE UPDATE MOTHERFUCKER!
Let me start with yes, I haven't updated in three months, I haven't updated at all in three, almost four, months. Why? Life, that's why. Life. Life and Death.
First I was in the middle of a move and didn't have access to the internet for a while, no big deal I still kept writing.
But then my paternal grandfather drops dead of a heart attack. My dad has now lost BOTH of his parents and I've been helping him cope, needless to say, I've had a hard time writing since, every time I tried I couldn't stay focused on if for too long.
Then on top of that, my dog died. So yeah past couple months have been SHIT!
I'm still continuing the story, and I stand by my word to see it through to the end. Hopefully I can get back to semi-regular updates.

On the subject of these next five chapters quality, ultimately I wasn't supremely proud of all of them, likely in the future I will go back and edit them to fix grammatical errors or make the narration less boring, because personally I found this chapter itself somewhat boring, it was just a build up to the violence.