::News from the Mandalore sector has been limited as the Mandalorian people await news of their leader's condition, following an assassination attempt by the infamous Bounty hunter Dirge. Dirge was driven off by their Leader in a remarkable show of martial prowess, but the Mandalorian suffered critical wounds during the battle. Dirge remains at large with many Mandalorians seeking to hunt the Gendai down. Mandalore Jango is slated to make a full recovery.

In related news, the Mandolorian Bounty Hunter known as Huntress is wanted for the murder of the Jedi Knight, Ki-di Mundi on Ord Mantell. Sources claim the Hunter successfully ambushed the Knight while he was investigating a local gang cell. The Bounty Hunter has gone to ground and hasn't been seen sense.::

That really woke me the hell up. I sat up in my chair. I was really sleeping more like meditating, which was just as good in the short term. Perhaps not truly sleeping was getting to me, because I could only wonder how the kark Huntress managed to pull it off. I mean Jango sending Durge scurrying away, tail between his legs was bread on sandwich, but Huntress killing Mundi? Did she have another of those irritating little lizards with her? I doubted it. She would have acquired a mature one if she could have back on Bal'demnic. Just who the hell was she? I had yet to learn her identity after all this time. She wouldn't show her face for a long time after this either. I wouldn't. Then again, Huntress was a damn cyclone. She'd poke her head out again to sate her bloodlust in time. I thought she would have never taken a job involving Jedi again after Komari and I kicked her shebs the last time. She had gotten incredibly lucky last time. I wondered if her Mysterious employer's put her up to this.

I don't think Mundi was a Master yet. Perhaps at most recently promoted. I remember in the original timeline he only got promoted because he was appointed to the council to fill Master Giiett's seat after Yinchor. Ironic. I had never really come across Mundi, perhaps passing him in the hallway or did I see him while on Temple guard duty one time? It was probably for the best. All I knew was he had seven wives in order to keep his species going, and his master was an Edgelord who styled herself "The Dark Woman." She also wore all black armor. If I ever met her, it would be a struggle to keep a straight face.

I would have to look into this when I got back. I was missing something here.

I leaned back in my chair, focusing on my quest for now. This was the second transport I boarded after I left the Illisurevimurasi sector. The ship that I was currently traveling on had some engine trouble. Because of course, Why wouldn't I be able to go directly to my destination? Because that would be too easy. That's why.

I sighed. They had called for another vessel for us to be transferred to in the meantime. There was a waver in the captain's voice. That set me on edge. I immediately sensed around me, specifically into the cockpit of the transport. I sensed his co-pilot was being less than friendly. It felt like they were a plant. This had to be some sort of pirate raid. Great. I sighed and waited for eventual boarding.

It wasn't long before this so-called other ship arrived and boarded us. Out of it to no surprise of mine stepped a not a concerned company man, but a messily dressed pirate in a rather fetching trench of the entrance to the passenger cabin, stepped a human man in his thirties with a large scar across his face. I raised an eyebrow. It seemed my journey was being through. Scars usually marked a Stark War veteran of both sides in the conflict.

I reached out with the force once more to sense how many lifeforms were on that pirate ship. Around ten were on the ship itself. Another Two were heading into the Cargo Bay. No one seemed very eager to board our vessel, but was being held back.

I was about to stand when the co-pilot exited the cockpit. It was a woman, a female cathar to be exact. You didn't see many of them in the outer rim. She was coated in red fur and had her long dark red hair tied in a bun making her cat-like ears and features more pronounced.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, We would like to thank you for your patience. In the meantime, while we get your fine little transport up and running again. Would you please put your valuables in the bag your lovely Co-Captain is holding out." The man said from behind us. There were some murmurs and hesitation. For effect the pirate shot his blaster into one of the lights above him. It was set to stun. I was glad I wasn't dealing with an amateur at least. That might make things easier. The light fizzled, but it made his point. Some men and women shouted in dismay, but there were no heroes yet. Any who planned on standing up to the pirates, I calmed using my Battle mediation. While stun was the less-lethal, it didn't mean it wasn't lethal in some circumstances.

The pirates were really doing a space version of train hold up. I shouldn't have been surprised. There must have been a safe full of some company's payroll or a passenger was hauling something to be worth the trouble. When the cathar got to me I looked at the co-pilot with a raised eyebrow.

"C'mon I don't have all day Mirialan." she pushed the bag toward my face. I decided I would comply and unhooked my lightsaber and dropped it in the bag. She looked down at the weapon with horror in her golden cat-like eyes while she stared at the weapon laying on top of the other valuables in the sack.

"Yully, hurry before a Marshall pops out of the woodwork." The human man said.

"Lam, we need to get out of here now." she said. I smiled at her. I didn't want her to feel like she was backed into a corner.

"Now," I told her. "You and your friends. Yes, even the ones in the cargo hold will get on your ship, barring the valuables you are attempting to steal, and I will let you go without a fight."

She turned her head to look at the human man who walked over rather annoyed.

"Yully what is going on? We don't have much time." She showed him the lightsaber in the bag.

I saw his eyes bulge and he looked at me. I telekinetically lifted the lightsaber out of the bag for effect and it sailed into my hand into my raised hand. Yully leaned over and whispered into his ear. I used Battle meditation to reinforce the words upon his mind. They both ran after that, dropping the bag of valuables. Any other pirate on the transit ship also felt the sensation and ran. It wasn't long before they retracted the boarding tube and were gone. They weren't stupid.

I got up and picked up the bag, passing the valuables back to those they were taken from. After that I checked on the captain and found the man tied up. At least they weren't the murdering kind of pirates. I untied him and we got the ship moving again. I sensed the pirates had already beat feet. I was wondering if I would see them again as we reentered hyperspace.

After that, I decided that I should purchase my own ship after the transit was hit. I figured if anything went wrong again it would be my own shebs on the line. I also needed one to venture to the old space station.

So I perused the local starship yards for a deal. I wasn't looking for anything too fancy. Just something reliable enough to get me from point A to point B. There many ships that I found looked intriguing. All in various shapes and sizes. Mostly large freighters that were too big for my purposes. I could have got a single person fighter, but perhaps I should get a light freighter. Having a bedroom and a fresher to use on long trips wouldn't be all that bad. I usually rented starfighters when I traveled under Bellicose's name.

I was about to give up when I noted a particular large winged fighter sitting in the lot. No way. I walked up to pristine fresh off the assembly line Z-95 Headhunter. I remembered they were a remarkably new design at this time. I walked along it, running my hands along the chassis.

I sensed the salesman's intention of approaching me from the dealership. It wasn't long before a quarren man stepped up beside me. He sighed.

"Shame I can't sell her." He said in a deflated tone. "This model was a custom order. Dual cockpit, and a suped up set of engines. I just haven't had the heart to have a beautiful machine like this disassembled. However the Plantitary government put a lien on this model. Rumor was the governor's daughter had it made to go running around with her boyfriend. Her dad didn't like that too much."

"That is a shame." I agreed and found myself asking. "So if you sold it they would throw the book at you then."

"Yes, so It is just a fancy showpiece at the moment. I have some more on order. Can't seem to keep these new Headhunters on the lot very long." He was fighting a losing battle in convincing me to wait around for weeks to buy a different one. I, however, wanted this ship as it was.

He looked down, noting my lightsaber for the first time. "Ah Master Jedi, I am honored. The name is Nuaz. I have some more specialist fighters. No doubt they don't have anything on an aethersprite but-"

I cut him off, "I would like this one."

"I can't sell this one as I said. I would be taking a big loss in fines." he repeated. I didn't want to put the salesman in a shaky legal position, but I had a solution. There was one loophole I could use.

"How much would you sell this outfit for if you could?" I asked with a conspiratorial tone.

He lifted a hand and ran them along his face's tentacles. I waited patiently.

"Considering the current market for this model and the hyperdrive… I'd say seventy thousand credits or 140 druggats." he said with no room for negotiation.

"Seventy thousand! That's robbery." I said with mock outrage, before reaching into one of my belt pouches and pulling out a credit chit. "Here's a hundred thousand." I said handing him enough money to buy a freighter. Sometimes it was nice being stupidly rich. Bellicose wouldn't have to rent a fighter anymore. "Now I am going to commandeer this vehicle for the purpose of completing my current mission."

The Quarren gave me his version of a smirk. "It seems I have no choice as interfering in a Jedi's mission is considered obstruction."

With that, he gave me the ownership papers and a full tank of fuel. I wasn't going to complain. Luckily being a Jedi meant I could skip customs whenever I wanted too so having a fighter craft with a lien on it was no issue for me. So I left with haste. It wasn't until I plotted a course for the abandoned pirate station that I felt the need to get over the excitement of a little Outer Rim lawskirting. Today was oddly a good one. Of course as soon as I exited hyperspace I found that I had some old friends waiting for me. I sensed them immediately as I exited hyperspace. I groaned.

They were the same pirates that tried to rob the transit I was on. I guess it was time to put the new fighter to the test. Unless I can talk my way out of this one. Then again I could just continue on toward my destination by going around them. These guys seemed like the plucky rogue type after all, and most likely wouldn't accost one fighter. I sighed sensing their intent.

My comm beeped as they hailed me. It was the human man's voice. The one with the nice brown trench coat.

::Hold up there, friend. Just where do you think you're going? I heard there are a lot of dangerous pirates prowling about.:: For emphasis, several gunports opened and manned turrets all aimed in my direction. My warning lights went up. I hadn't expected to need any weapons. My fighter's triple blasters were ready to go, but I had no missiles. Hopefully I won't need them. He must have felt the need to get some sort of prize today in order to appease his crew.

I thought about how to handle this. Perhaps if I scared them off again they would keep their heads down and I could complete my mission. I decided to reach out and sense the lifeforms on the vessel. They were mostly in it for the profit. Some were certainly capable of murder, but this pirate had picked his crew well. Many on board saw murder the stupid option, as the law would be quick to hunt them down. They were moody over losing the transit payroll score, but they had all felt my presence and knew they got lucky despite the loss in booty. I decided to make myself known. My battle meditation flared out and engulfed them all as I approached.

::Ah, fancy meeting you here. I thought I told you to get out of here already.:: I said. I heard shouting over the comm as the captain did his best to calm his men down along with himself.

::It's her from the transit!:: I heard the cathar woman shout in the background. ::She already tracked us down.:: she whimpered.

::Quiet.:: The human man ordered and then addressed me. ::We don't want any trouble from a Jedi. We'll leave and part ways. You'll never see us again.::

I thought about what to do. I didn't have time for this. I hailed them back after a moment. ::I better not. I won't turn you in because I am in the middle of somethi-'' There was another ship exiting hyperspace. Warning lights flared on my monitors signaling the ship had guns out.

::Lam it's the Blood Reaver's!:: I heard the Cathar, Yully if I remembered right, shout. There was a bit of hysteria in her voice. I looked upon the ship. It was a brutal old warship. It had been painted in red streaks and had corpses burned into the hull. This seemed very familiar.

::Kark! Jedi, I'll do whatever the hell you want. Just help us survive this. They got some serious firepower on that frigate! It has been the scourge of this sector for some time. Those animals will flay us all alive.::

I believed him. It was hard to lie to a Jedi. I nodded. I didn't have any concussion missiles loaded, but the triple blasters mounted on the edges of the wings were heavy enough to do some damage. Nauz didn't sell the ship without some sort of armament at least.

::Affirmative. I will draw their anti-void fire. Just try to stay alive.:: I said and hoped I could do the same. I gunned it toward the Blood Reaver vessel. I opened a comm and hailed them. They didn't seem like they would listen to reason, but Republic Law required the need to state my intention for the arrest.

::This is Knight Luminara Unduli of the Jedi Order. Stand Down and I will take you and your vessel into my custody for piracy and murder. I will escort your vessel to the nearest space port for processin-:: They fired on me. Did this ever work? I veered out of the way. Well, at least I could fire back now.

The Z-95 reacted beautifully. It seemed a tish slow, but that was due to my force enhanced reflexes, not the ship itself. I would have to get this machine tuned when I got back to Coruscant. It would be a nice side project for Anakin when he wasn't in class. I knew the kid liked to use his hands to work on stuff. Only if he wanted to though. I would have to introduce him to Master Tiin. Then again, Tiin was a recluse. He even refused to take on a padawan, but they both liked ships and fighters. So maybe they would get along.

I dodged and weaved around the frigate. However I found that the runs with the Z-95's triple blasters were not doing as much damage as I liked. I was a fly buzzing around a bull nerf. The blood reaver ship seemed to charge toward the pirate vessel. I commended them for not simply leaving me to die. Then again I searched my senses and realized I was using battle meditation on them. They were steadfast. I had done so without realizing it. Huh.

::I hope you got some sweet and perhaps not so legal firepower on that little freighter of yours.:: The freighter wasn't little, but compared to a Military frigate, it seemed little. Mal didn't argue the point.

::We have some goodies, but the targeting systems may be a bit wonky at the moment.:: I heard someone shouting in the background. Something about cheaping out.

I saw a faded logo on the hull of one of my runs. It read: Eriadu Regional Defense Force.

That was interesting. Thinking back I tried to remember the specifics of what happened during the Stark War. I was imprisoned for most of it and I didn't quite know enough about the conflict in my first life. Then I remembered Stark bragging about his little hyperspace virus. Then was it Obi-wan or Quinlan who had to shut down? I shook my head at unimportant details. The virus messed with the hyperdrive computers of the Judiciary forces and sent them flying off into hyperspace at random coordinates. This must have been one of those vessels.

I reached out toward the barbaric vessel. Really focusing on the crew. All I sensed was madness. They were driven mad by the dark of space. Images flared across my mind. They were lost and alone in the void. I could see them running out of rations, and looking at their dead for- I jolted from the vision, able to infer how they survived well enough. They didn't get back to civilization sane, that was for sure.

I remembered Lam's words regarding them as a scourge of the sector. I went back to making runs on the vessel and drawing fire so that Captain Lam could use his big gun on something important. I managed to hit some important things judging by the small explosions here and there, but the frigate was built well.

The Raider ship fired, but Lam had one hell of a pilot and dodged the turbo laser almost effortlessly. I helped by focusing my battle meditation on the freighter's crew more. Their shots were more accurate and through that connection I got a sense of their plan. They had something that could really put the hurt on the Blood Reaver frigate, not to mention was really illegal. Even with my battle meditation, the heavy fire was still a great hazard. I used my battle meditation trying to put primal fear into their hearts, but that did little.

I focused on my own job, partitioning my mind in order to focus, and I harried the frigate's guns. Which was too easy as their anti-void lasers were firing erratically. I think I had more issues with the shrap metal dug up from my previous attack runs due to the piss poor patch jobs on the frigate than the AV guns. Still without some heavier ordinance I wasn't doing much. The freighter got closer, and swooped in. I sensed that one of the turrets was going to land a solid hit on the freighter. I did something noble but stupid. I swooped in and took the hit. My shields took the brunt of the laser's strike, and it sent me spinning into the void. Warning lights blared as my shield's generators were down. I should have bought an astromech.

I didn't see what happened as I spun out of control. I still had managed to keep up my battle meditation despite everything. This had nothing on distractions the other masters came up with back at the temple. Lam's ship had struck true. I felt elation from the crew as the disruptor torpedo messed up the frigate good.

As I managed to stabilize the fighter, I turned back to the small battle. The frigate's bow was a burning mess, but the vessel still fired only much more wildly and erratically like a blinded reek lashing out at a pack of kath hounds. Secondary explosions erupted along the hull, and the ship lit up brightly in the void.

::We did it!:: There was cheering. After a moment. ::Jedi, did you make it out alright?::

::I did, but my shields may need repairs.:: I checked over the readouts. They were fluctuating a bit.

::How bad?:: Lam's voice was hesitant.

::That's about it.::

::Here,:: There were voices again flaring up in protest. ::It is my call. We'd be dead or have the Blood Reaver chasing us through hyperspace.:: I sensed a brief moment of hesitation on his part. He had considered leaving me behind. The captain's honor won out and a message containing coordinates flashed on my view screen before they went into hyperspace.

::Thank you.:: I plugged them into my computer and followed them.

I couldn't help but laugh as the coordinates contained the same destination I was intending on ending my journey with. It seemed someone found the hidden pirate base. I just hoped they didn't sell the qixoni crystal I was looking for.

Sure enough fate had a funny sense of humor. The old station hung there, looking no different on the outside since my last glimpse. Without maintenance, it might have been a different story altogether on the interior. They had managed to get the docking bay fixed, or it never stopped working.

Lam greeted me as I hopped out of the fighter.

"Nice Fighter. Jedi really do get all the best toys." He looked over the machine. "If you like I can have our droid look over it." Out from behind the Captain, rolled an R2 with red and black markings.

"An R2 unit. Nice. I should have got one of them before I left." I was eager to grab the crystal and go, but it never hurt to be polite.

"Why didn't you?" He asked.

"Believe it or not, I was in a hurry. I know we Jedi have a reputation for patience, but I didn't want to linger on this part of my journey for long." I remembered Tal'or pushing me out of the Terentatek's path and taking the blow. I was so reckless then. I mean I wasn't exactly the model of caution now. I flexed my ghost arm at the thought.

"You have been here before?" Lam raised an eyebrow.

"I was here when the pirates who used to run this place were killed by a monster they captured and set loose. My Master and I barely managed to kill the beast and save the would-be slaves." I walked toward the bay. "It is all so much bigger than I remember. Then again it has been over a decade."

"We only have a quarter of the station running. Much has gone out of whack due to lack of care." He seemed to relax. His crew was going over the freighter, checking for repairs, but giving me curious looks.

"They are still wondering if I am intent on your arrest." I said.

"How do you know- right Jedi." Lam shrugged. I smirked. "Of course they are. That seems to be all Jedi do when they are in the Rim."

I snorted. "Not all of us. You aiding the destruction of the Blood Reaver told me you are not careless murders most in the core would have me believe you are." A trace of anger swept quickly through him. It was gone in an instant.

"Good to see you have a flexible mind. We don't rely on piracy and smuggling. We take legit jobs when we can find them." I was surprised he admitted his crimes so easily.

I took a chance. "I imagine, being on the wrong side of the Stark War didn't help your opinion of the Jedi much." I said.

He looked at me. His eyes tracing the scar on my face. He snorted. "There was no right side of that conflict. I wish I had seen that earlier. After seeing that one Jedi, leading the Pubs, I could only feel pity as to why such a great warrior is attached to such a bloated beast like the Republic." I felt that regret. I wish I could have read up more on that conflict in my past life. Still I couldn't do anything about it now. His thoughts on Plo and the Jedi were hitting close to home too.

"We were all fooled." I said.

Lam nodded. "You said this was part of your journey." He looked at me again.

"I am on a quest of sorts. Vision's led me back here to find a crystal. In the treasure room."

"Treasure room?" Lam said with surprise.

"Yes, the former Pirate Lord who ran this place, had a vault of goodies. One of them was a kyber crystal. And other valuable items." I saw the incredulous look on his face.

"How long have you been operating out of this station?" I asked.

"About a week. We found it abandoned." He looked eager to see this treasure vault. "It has been a slow process to get it all in working order again. We resorted to taking risky jobs for our employers. Similar to the transit robbery."

"I am only here for the crystal." I said. "And any other artifacts that may be Jedi related." Or Sith, I didn't mention that. "Just let me look it over first, to make sure."

"Hey, I didn't even know it was here. I am more than happy to see if this treasure room is legit. Might have stumbled on an electrum mine and didn't even know it." He said.

"Does all of this station have live support?" I asked.

"More or less, but I wouldn't risk going in unprepared." he said. I nodded and pulled a small item out of my belt. With a flick, the gas mask unfolded and I gave the Captain a thumbs up.

Lam shook his head. "Ladies first." He bowed. I rolled my eyes and led Lam to the edge of what they safely explored. A mandalorian approached. He wore a mishmash of brown and tan plates. His helmet was the ugliest orange color I had ever seen. If he was willing to walk around with that get up, even in Keldabe, I doubt he was afraid of anything. "You need back up?" he said.

"I don't think so." He looked at me. "Do we?"

I shrugged. "Couldn't hurt. The Pirate Lord had some exotic pets that maybe could hibernate for long periods of time. Doubtful, but it never hurts to have a good blaster along." I wished I had my blaster, but Katri was looking over my shoulder when I packed. No doubt some other form of test. I also had the scene from Dagobah playing in my head at the time so, I just took my belt and lightsaber. I found I regretted that. That westar was a nice piece.

"Enjay, better to be safe than sorry." Lam said.

Enjay lifted up a blaster carbine. "Good to go sir. I have been itching to explore this station since we got here."

"I am well aware." Lam said. "Hopefully everything works fine." We placed our masks on and locked another door behind to prevent a loss of air. It was clear from the cold that the life support was barely working. There weren't any ice crystals built up so the place did have the barest amount of life support. The lights were on but were a flicker away from going out.

Enjay took point. Clearly taking his job as the ship's first line of defense seriously. Lam had a blaster drawn. It looked like a slim revolver of sorts.

"Aren't you going to have that fancy lasersword of yours ready?" Lam asked. It was a simple question.

"If she needs to draw her lightsaber, then we really are in deep osik." The Mandolorian said in my stead.

Lam nodded, trusting his subordinate's word. The Station was fairly large, but we didn't run into trouble. It wasn't until we got to the pirate's throne room that I stopped. In middle of the floor, lay the skeletal corpse of the terentatek, surrounded by other mummified corpses. I slowly approached the beast. Enjay went over and kicked it with a whistle.

"Looks like quite the fight. Never seen a creature like this before. Look at those armor plates. Are those lightsaber scores?" There were several. I recalled how the lightsabers glanced off the natural armor of the beast.

"Yes, it took everything I had to take it down. My master was later killed by its venom." I said as I walked around the massive beast. Lam nearly tripped over something.

"What the hell?" He picked a familiar object. It was Ta'lor's lightsaber. "This is a lasersword." He held it out to me. I called it to my hand with the force. It hovered above my hand as I ignited it. An emerald colored blade flared out. I wiped away a tear that broke free. A brief memory of that hollowness after Master Ta'lor released the bond flashed through my memory. I quelled the emotion, but didn't banish it. I turned off the blade and stuck it to my belt.

"Thank you, the treasure room is adjacent to this one." I led them to the still open doors of the room. The stasis field holding the crystal must have had its own power because it still floated there. I approached it, ignoring the other items in the room. It was different from most Kyber crystals I had seen. Most were kept in their natural state but this one was cut like a diamond. I reached up and turned the field off and called the crystal to my hand. I half expected another vision, but all I felt was it hum in my hands.

A darkness radiated out from the crystal. It was indeed a qixoni-like crystal. I would have to purify before I forged into a weapon. What kind of weapon, I had no idea as of yet. I decided to look around the room. Enjay and Lam were trying to get a safe open. I saw all sorts of items in the room. None of it was Jedi related at first glance. I was more curious about the safe at the moment.

Enjay felt as if he was grinning while applying a small amount of det cord to the lock. Lam felt nervous about the affair.

"Mind if I try opening it first?" I asked.

"Be my guest." Lam said. Relieved that a more sensible option appeared. Enjay groaned but stood back.

"I knelt down, feeling the locking mechanism. After a moment I was able to align the tumblers the right way and it hissed open. I felt their heads look in from alongside my own. Inside was a mound of credit chits, and some datapads. Enjay scooped up some of the chits.

"Oh, the amount of ordinance I can purchase with these puppies!" he exclaimed. Lam being the more sensible one picked up a couple datapad. He pursued through the contents. "This is a stock portfolio, and the other is a list of bank accounts."

"Oya!" Enjay whooped.

There was another object in the safe that I reached in and grabbed it. It was a large ingot of sorts. The steel looked familiar. I heard the sound of credit chits falling on the floor. I looked to see a hand snatch it up. Enjay left the room, with not a word.

I turned to see Lam staring in shock at the credits that Enjay left lying on the floor. Enjay stopped at the door. He didn't look back. He simply said. "This is my cut. I'll be in my bunk." Enjay's emotions were all over the place. Anger at it being in aruetii hands, excitement at its discovery, but most of all, reverence.

"I have never seen him throw away credits like that before." Lam said.

"It was an ingot of beskar." I said.

"What now?" Lam asked.

"Mandalorian Iron. That bar is worth more to him than any amount of credits or riches in this vault." I looked into the safe once again and grabbed another ingot of beskar. That was all that was left in the safe.

"Will you be taking that bar?" Lam asked.

"Only if Enjay doesn't want it." I said. I looked down at the pouch holding the crystal. "This stuff makes great lightsaber casing."

Lam nodded. He bent to pick up the credit chits. I saved him the trouble and used the force to lift them up in the air and allow Lam to pocket them in his trench coat.

"Handy trick." Lam held out a hand and they strafed over and landed in his palm.

"You have no idea." I got up and looked around. The room was filled with various artifacts. Some were paintings and statues. Others were more like tablets and runes. I looked at each one for Jedi Markings and Sith writings. I didn't see any holocrons either.

"Might want to return these artifacts to their homes, or a museum that specializes in their upkeep." I looked over some sort of mask.

"Great, I assume you want me to do this out of the kindness of my heart?" The irritation in his voice was palpable.

"Never said you couldn't take a reward if offered, but I figure it might build favors with those worlds and such gratitude might get you some legitimate contracts." I stopped looking over a gaphi stick from Tatooine. I pointed at it.

"Okay that you can just sell. If only because returning it would be hazardous to your health, but overall, it couldn't hurt to build good will."

Lam was quiet and thought about it. He nodded. "You make a good point." I felt he wasn't sure if he was going to take my advice or not. I really didn't care one way or the other.

We locked down the vault. No sense in risking the objects disappearing again. When we got back to the bay, Tully approached.

"Captain, we heard about the treasure." She seemed almost giddy.

"Settle down there, we found some nice tidbits and enough credits to get by for a while, but it will be a lot of work to get the full amount of what is in there sorted."

"Enjay, seemed all sorts of distracted. He didn't even stair at Niraccab's tits as he walked past her." Yully's tone indicated that it was a rather odd event.

"Well, if your astromech fixed up my headhunter, then I should be on my way." I walked over to my new fighter. The R2 unit called out to me, letting me know it just finished and the ship was good to go. Lam escorted me. I was about to hop in when an idea struck me. This station could be useful if I got the go ahead from the council.

"Captain, I have a proposal. This station seems a bit big for an outfit as small as yours to run. Perhaps an arrangement could be made?"

He cocked an eyebrow, "I'm listening."