Preparing an Army

[Damocles]

The Piccolo exited hyperspace around Nal Hutta, on the bridge Jayne looked on. "Good, contact the guys on ground and tell them to prep, we are going after that last orb in about 4 hours" she said as she looked on. They had been gone for about a day a little more give on take. She had already made it clear that she wanted everything prepared when she got back. They couldn't afford for the Jedi to catch them off guard let alone out here before they had a chance to get to Teegeeack. "Ma'am the fleet says they'll be ready with in the hour" one of her soldiers told her. "Good, then finally we can put this long search at an end, Vincent!" she called turning around but Vincent was standing right there causing Jayne to back up some "Don't do that!" She yelled at him.

"What do you want ma'am?" Vincent questioned, Jayne looked at him before closing her eyes "About that Sith we bought aboard, what are you opinions on how to handle that?" She questioned "Hmm well the code dictates we should kill her, now, however she was helpful in the escape, made my job a hell of a lot easier" Vincent said to Jayne. "So, I say we give her two options join us, or she gets a head start" Vincent laughed.

Jayne sighed heavily to herself "You're an idiot, but since you are head of the Force Hunting Unit, I'll leave the final decision to you" she said, Vincent saluted "Ma'am, yes Ma'am" he said to her as he turned to walk off the bridge. Jayne sighed and put her hand on her face.

[Gamov]

Nisha felt the subtle shift beneath her as the ship lurched out of hyperspace and returned to cruising speed. Releasing a soothing breath through her nostrils, she brought her mind back from its meditation and gently opened her eyes. The viewport in front of her was filled by a familiar image as she ship settled into orbit.

Nal Hutta. Unfortunately she knew this place all too well.

With a weary sigh, Nisha pushed herself up from the floor of the medical bay. Finding a nice quiet place to call her own during the trip had been surprisingly easy. And Vincent's crew had been fairly accommodating. After she had made it abundantly clear that she was not keen on visitors, of course.

Sparing a lingering glance towards the Hutt world, a host of memories rushed to her mind. Few of them very pleasant. Pushing the ruminations aside with an irritated huff, Nisha turned away from the view and shifted her eyes on Decon's still unconscious body resting on the examination table at the far end of the room.

Casually, she sidled up next to the edge of the table, looking down on him. As her eyes roamed over him, she felt a brief pang of anger rise up in her. A sneer twisted her features and a hand absently found its way to his vulnerable neck.

For a second, her fingertips rested there gingerly before she began applying gradual pressure. Nisha's expression hardened into an intense glare as she felt the Jedi's windpipe caving beneath the palm of her hand. The urge to snap his neck was overwhelming. He had caused her so much trouble and grief. He deserved to die.

Just when Decon's life seemed to be on the verge though, Nisha pulled back. A wave of calm washed through her as she realized that she would still need him for a while longer. For once, a Jedi was going to be worth more to her alive rather than dead.

"It's your lucky day.... Jedi." She mused to no one in particular, regarding her captive with obvious contempt.

[Damocles]

Vincent walked into the room and stared at Nisha and Decon "Personally, I would kill him" he said sitting down, he smirked and shrugged his shoulders "But for now to each their own, as the saying goes" he crossed his arms and cracked his neck looking around, Nisha seemed to be on edge, probably trying to figure out what she would do next, or whether she should actually kill her jedi captive. "Anyway, I was sent here to find out what your plan was exactly" he said to her.

"Not sure if you know this about our little group, but we're not to keen on force users Jedi or Sith, I mean..." he said standing up "I would normally have killed you without a second thought, but since you were of some help, I've been given the option to allow you to join us" he laughed "I mean its not that tough of a decision, more of a yes or no type scenario. Of course if you don't join we will kill you" he told her.

Vincent realized that came off as a threat so he put his hand up to stop her from doing anything. "Of course I don't mean we will try to kill you now, after all you did help us. I mean eventually, right now you're free to go if you wish...call it repaying a debt if you will" he looked at Decon "And you can take him with you if you need leverage against the Jedi or anything"

Turning to leave out he waved a Nisha "Your choice, if you want to get off the ship we are offering you one of our transport vessels, but in about an hour we're leaving so make up your mind quickly" he told her as the door closed.

[Gamov]

The subtle hiss of the doors opening drew Nisha's attention as Vincent walked into the room.

"Personally, I would kill him"

She certainly agreed that killing Decon was the best course of action. It wasn't normally in her character to let her enemies live. But the circumstances dictated otherwise. For the time being anyway.

Her eyes kept track of Vincent as he slumped into a nearby chair, crossing his arms and explaining that his organization was not fond of Force users. Of any stripe. The concept struck her as odd and she raised an eyebrow curiously at the comments as her hand instinctively began slipping to the lightsaber on her hip.

She stopped short though, her fingertips resting on the very edge of the hilt as Vincent explained that he was actually offering her a choice.

Join them.... or die. Pretty straight forward really.

"Your choice, if you want to get off the ship we are offering you one of our transport vessels, but in about an hour we're leaving so make up your mind quickly"

Nisha watched him slip out of the door, leaving her alone again. She fell short of an amused chuckle at her host's offer. Letting her go was certainly more generous than she had expected, but she would take the offer all the same. Recent events had once again reminded her of the liabilities that came with spending time around others.

Taking just a few more moments to collect herself, and Decon, Nisha made her way out of the med bay towards the hangar and to the waiting shuttle. Now her only concern was getting her bearings and putting herself back on the right track.

Something Decon was going to help her with. Whether he liked it or not.

[Exit Nisha and Decon]

[Damocles]

Vincent walked on the bridge of the Piccolo and looked around "So what was the Sith's choice?" Jayne asked Vincent laughed "I think she decided to take her leave, oh well we coulda used more canon fodder" he said going to sit down and kicking his legs up.

Jayne laughed some and stood next to Vincent "Well whatever the case it will not matter, we have triangulated the location of the last orb using ours. I suspect the jedi will do the same and once they do we will take their orbs from them..." she turned to her helmsmen "Are we ready to go?" she asked.

"Ma'am the other ships are heading to our direction as well" he said to her. Jayne smirked evilly and sat down "Perfect very soon the Jedi and Sith will quake with fear" she said. "Now, get us to our destination stat, we have a party to plan for" she said slyly.

All the ships jumped to hyper space soon after

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