Here comes chappie 3! Sorry it's so short! Enjoy! :)
"Blast it!" Wyvern Vandorac began running toward the spot the speeder had vacated, anger surging relentlessly through her veins and pumping her entire body full of rage-fueled adrenaline. Failure was not an option and she most certainly was NOT going to let her leader, her friend, be taken so easily.
"Wyv, no!" Dapvhir easily outran her and encircled her torso with his bulky arms, halting her more slender form immediately. She struggled for a moment, kicking and attempting to break the massive Zabarak's firm hold on her.
"We can't let someone just get away with Sha'dra like that!" she protested viciously, glaring uselessly toward the direction the kidnapper had gone. And when she got her hands, or more accurately, her blaster, on that kidnapper, he was going to pay dearly.
"Well of course we aren't!" Vri'kel growled, quite unlike his normally composed demeanor. His crimson eyes narrowed and he tilted his head slightly. "You think we would just leave her?" Wyvern didn't answer, panting hard at the sudden exertion of her body.
Mayli, whom had been silent most of the heated argument, suddenly spun on her heel and returned to the living quarters they had all violently burst from in order to attempt rescue of their leader. All three arguing members ceased momentarily, turning instead to follow the clearly calmer member of the team indoors, where they wouldn't cause such a scene.
"How are you so calm?" Wyvern demanded of Mayli, anger causing her to snap. Mayli smirked a little and shook her head. The rest of the crew waited impatiently for her to explain.
"I'm not calm," she began, turning to look at them. "I just seem like it. In reality, I'm currently planning a way to get her back. Would you all care to calm down enough to hear it?" Wyvern had the grace to look slightly chastised, Vri'kel quieted and nodded, and Daphvir gave her a look that read, 'of course, do you think we're idiots?'.
"Alright, good then. Now. We can't get her back all on our own…" Mayli began. "Why not?" Dapvhir demanded. "Yeah, we've got a big enough rep to hire us some muscle to bust her out of there." Vri'kel added. This caused Dapvhir to turn and glare. "Hey, I'm all the muscle we need to bust some self-righteous monk heads!" Vri'kel glared back, continuing, "All I'm saying is that one hot head with a blaster-""Now wait just a minute you self-serving son of a-"
"Enough!" Wyvern bellowed, giving each man a glare that could send a rancor running in the opposite direction. "Mayli's right, we can't get her back all on our own." Mayli smirked, obviously pleased that she was right, and began pacing.
"Now, if you boys are prepared to stop arguing and listen…" Mayli shot them a look, and they remained silent. "…maybe we can enlist the aid of another bounty hunter gang."
Immediately Daphvir and Vri'kel started shouting again, voices at odds with each other, and off to the side Wyvern rubbed her temples wearily.
"There's just one problem with that, May." Wyvern stated, as soon as the two gentlemen in the room had quit screaming at each other. Mayli raised an eyebrow. "Oh?" Wyvern grimaced. "Yeah. We aren't on Hutta right now, and I don't know about you all, but I don't want to entrust Sha'dra's life to a gang we aren't familiar with."
Mayli groaned. "You're right. I hadn't thought of that." Dapvhir paused his glaring at Vri'kel long enough to speak up. "Well, ladies, it's not as if we have much of a choice." Vri'kel added, as much as it seemed to physically pain him, "One man army over here is right. I say we post a job listing on the holonet, see if we get any takers. It can't hurt."
Mayli seemed conflicted and Wyvern had an uneasy look on her face. But finally Wyvern nodded, and Mayli followed suit. "Fine. Vrik, get on that. Everyone else, get your gear ready. We probably won't hang around here much longer."
Vrik whipped out a holopad and began typing away, a deep look of concentration overtaking his features. The rest of the gang went to their respective quarters to gather their gear.
Alone in his quarters, Dapvhir silently seethed. How dare that blue skinned skocha kloonkee insult him like that? Maybe before they got Sha'dra back he could teach the tech-savvy Chiss a few well-earned lessons. Mostly involving Daphvir's fist.
Meanwhile Vri'kel, still typing up the job offer, made time to periodically shoot a skin-searing glare at the door to Daphvir's quarters. That brute thought he could take on anything, and Vri'kel knew it was going to get him killed someday.
While Vri'kel and Dapvhir unknowingly shared similar thoughts, Mayli and Wyvern's inner workings were paired up as well. Both women were beyond worried for their leader, for their fellow woman. They wanted nothing more than to have her back, terrified the Jedi had something nasty hidden up their robes. But lurking behind that thought, both women were also simply not prepared to put up with Vri'kel and Dapvhir all on their own. The inane desire to be the dominate male would end up forcing the two to kill each other before they even came up with a plan to rescue Sha'dra.
But all four knew they had to rescue Sha'dra, Jedi or no Jedi. She had done too much for them to simply give up now. If it weren't for her, they would be dead countless times over. It was only polite to return the favor.