"We are being escorted to the Conference Room, where my uncle will meet us," Sora explains to the others as they walk.

They enter the fortress, passing through a number of corridors and rooms. The interior of the fortress is elegant in design. The walls consist of a combination of smooth cut stone and dark bronze-coated durasteel. A number of tables and pedestals line the walls, displaying exotic statues, blades or other items from distant worlds throughout the galaxy. A number of holographic portraits and images decorate the walls, displaying landscapes of Ruul and Sriluur, as well as portraits of Sora's forebears.

As they walk, Zirak notices something strange. Sora and the robed weequay walk side by side, but do not say a single word throughout the entire journey. Yet they occasionally glance at each other, or nod, as if the other has spoken. It is almost as if the pair are telepathic.

Zirak seems to suspect that an unspoken exchange is taking place, and glares sourly at the pair for leaving him out of the conversation.

Well, after several minutes of walking, they have arrived at a grand conference room. A long, burnished durasteel table divides the hall equally down the middle, lined on each side by twenty chairs. At the far end of the table stand three high backed chairs, the center most of which has the appearance of a throne. In the center of the table is a large, built-in holographic projector. On the wall behind the three chairs hangs a large painting of a silver moon with the top quarter of a large planet below.

The robed weequay has bowed once more to Sora, saying something once more in Sriluurian before turning and departing. Two of the weequay ceremonial guards follow him, while the other pair remain standing on either side of the door.

"My uncle will join us shortly," Sora explains, "We are to make ourselves comfortable while we wait, and help ourselves to some refreshments."

He gestures, as he says this, to a limeware platter which has been placed at the end of the table. It contains a number of shriveled berries and several pieces of rock-like fruit. Five limeware cups and a flask rest beside them.

Zirak has approached what appears to be a cold meat of some sort, of a blackish color. He has glanced at it quizzically, before shrugging and picking up a piece and sniffing it experimentally.

"Were you communicating with that other weequay in the corridor?" Sella asks, ignoring Zirak.

"I was," says Sora to Sella, "We were communicating by smell, as odd as that sounds. He asked who you were, so I told him you were recent friends of mine. I then asked him if any Jedi had come here recently, and he said 'the zabrak' came three days ago. But nothing else."

Zirak takes a bite of the meat, before giving a look of disgust and spitting it back out. He places the half eaten piece back on the plate before rejoining the others.

"This place is certainly impressive," Sora says, staring out of the massive window which forms one side of the room.

The sun shines down upon the dark, rugged mountainside and valley below. The fortress battlements rise out of the forest below, lined with dozens of landing platforms. Several ships are docked on the platforms, and fifty meters or so below them they recognise the bulky, battered form of 'Malar's Fist'.

"It's actually quite a decent ship," Sora remarks idly, staring down at it.
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Even as Sora speaks, Zirak has noticed something ominous. On one of the nearby battlements, partly concealed by a terrace, a trio of weequay are setting up an E-Web cannon, twenty meters above 'Malar's Fist'.

"Bane!" Zirak snarls swiftly into his comlink, "Get my cube and my ship off the ground right now or I will hold you personally responsible!"

Even as he speaks, he ignites his lightsaber and (with no regard for Sora's property) shatters the window.

OOC: Zirak Derasir rolled 21 using 1d20+2. Spot.
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"Look out!" Sella has cried from beside him.

Turning from the freshly renovated window, the trio are met by the sight of a pair of droidekas in the doorway, ten meters away, their shields activated and their blasters ready. The pair of guards have also drawn their vibroblades and charged.

OOC: Sora Bulq rolled 21 using 1d20+2. Initiative.
Zirak Derasir rolled 19 using 1d20+6. Initiative.
Korr Sella rolled 16 using 1d20+2. Initiative.
Clan Bulq Guards rolled 5 using 1d20. Initiative.
Droidekas rolled 0 using 1d20-3. Initiative.
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Sora has ignited his lightsaber and taken up a defensive stance.

"Tell me you managed, with all your sniffing, to acquire the security codes for my-- our-- accounts?" Zirak snarls as he pulls out a blaster and takes a couple of wild shots at the trio assembling the E-Web.
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Sora remains obstinately silent as he prepares to combat the charging weequay.
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The trio of weequays have ducked out of the way of Zirak's stray blasts, but have hastily resumed their efforts as 'Malar's Fist' begins to power up below them. Within moments they have completed their assembly, aimed wildly and fired. But too late. The freighter lifts into the air and shoots off with great speed, the cannon blast leaving a small crater in the empty platform.
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"And Bane, remember to pick us up on your way out," Zirak calls darkly into the comlink.

"Naturally," comes the slightly staticky response, "After all, Sora Bulq represents just as many potential credits to me as he does to you."
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'Malar's Fist' has arced around to hover a few meters from the shattered window, boarding ramp extended. Below them the weequay shout and wave frantically as they attempt to direct the E-web to the ship's new location.
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