"Its complicated...but one of them helped Us as a Fallen Sith killed Our Ruler and took Power"
"I doubt he would like if I randomly spill his Identity to anyone."
He removes his Helmet and glares at her. "I met Jedi. I know of atleast one who is still alive and aids The Rebellion. This Jedi told Me what...
"This whole War was a Setup. The Emperor is A Sith and controlled both The Republic and Seperatists and now he Rules The Galaxy and slaughtered...
"I never heard of The Name or this Tomb...but I know Sith. The Arch Enemys of The Extinct Jedi Order who Use The Dark Side of this so called...
He starts The Engines and they leave The Planet. He puts in The Coordinates The Administrator gave them. "Korriban...."
"That went rather will. Besides The Pig Axe part....but im getting used to that shit." They head back to his Ship
He holsters his Pistols. "We have what we came for. Come Briar...I can't stand this Place"
Paz aims at her. "Look around. Don't be stupid and don't puss Me off. Drop it or You end Up Dead" Paz says coldly.
"You tell Me a Bloody Spice Smuggler Hides on The Sith Home Planet?" He looks at Brair to hear her Opinion.
Paz grabs The Gamorean and kicks him in The Crotch before putting the barell of his Pistol in his squeeling Mouth and firing several Times. He...
Paz sighs and looks at Briar "So much for Your Idea..." He draws his other Pistol and gets up, firing at one of The Gamoreans.
Paz sits down on a Chair and draws a Pistol, aiming at him casualy. "Lets talk real. One of Your fellow Dealer Friends has a Bounty on his Head....
"Yes...We are interested in Death Sticks and Red Sand"
Paz nods, scanning The Room for any Danger with his Helmet, letting Briar do the talking.
"Well this Time I follow Your lead...I got no desire to run ahead, Guns blazing"
Paz heads to The Cockpit and Lands The Ship on one of The Planets Landingpads. "It always Rains on This Planet...."
"Good. I head in The back and repair my Gear" he gets up and walks in The Cargoarea, working on His Workbench.
"I have everything I need here back by The Workbench dont worry. How are You? This Bastard grabbed You ugly...."
"My Arm is broken and it will take Time to fix My Gear...."
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