"I could," the Mandalorian allows, "But if I do so personally, the Mandalorian pretenders will simply return with an army intent on wiping out me and my men. If it appears to be the random act of the Jedi Crusaders, however..."

Sora does not look impressed.

"And they won't send this army after me?"

"Oh, doubtless they will," the Mandalorian replies, "But they won't know where to find you, and are unlikely to pay particular attention to this sector. And it isn't as though you don't have several armies hunting you already."

Sora glances at Zirak questioningly.

"We have no problem killing people," Zirak replies, "But if we are doing your dirty work then I want credits as well as our ship repaired."

The Mandalorian regards Zirak curiously.

"How many credits?"

Zirak frowns, opening his mouth then closing it again.

"I want Bane present to negotiate the amount."

"Ah. Bane Malar. Yes, my contacts identified him as one of your companions. Very well. Provided the number of credits is not too unreasonable I can supply those for you in addition to repairing your ship."

"Could your contacts locate a friend of ours?" Sora cuts in appraisingly.

"A friend?" queries the Mandalorian.

"Korr Sella," Sora explains, "She works for the Stratocracy but has been assisting us."

"'Assisting' is a stretch," Zirak sneers.

"Sella?" the Mandalorian says sharply, "You mean Governor Sondiv's daughter? Her father is offering a significant reward for anyone who is able to locate her, but from what I had heard the current suspect behind her disappearance is you, Sora Bulq."

"Well, I can assure you I am not the one responsible," Sora says coldly, "She was sold by a Duros gang on Nar Shaddaa, but to who I don't know. Locate her, and you shall have my assistance in destroying this base."

"Duros gang, eh?" the Mandalorian nods slowly, "Very well. I will see what information I can find on her. But I can't make any promises."

"No need to look too hard," Zirak sneers, lip curling as he rolls his eyes at Sora, "Her return is far less important than my credits. And if it's a choice between the two, we're going with credits, not information about where that female was stupid enough to get kidnapped off to."

"Very well," Sora agrees with a careful nod, "You have an agreement."

"Assuming our credit needs are satisfied," Zirak amends firmly.

The Mandalorian regards the pair for a moment longer before giving a curt nod and signalling to the guard by the field controls.

"Release them."

The guard looks as though he seriously questions the wisdom of this decision, but reluctantly does as instructed and the containment fields fade.

"Wise of you," Zirak sniffs to the Mandalorian leader as he shoots the guard a venomous glare, "Now, where is Bane?"

The Mandalorian turns to lead the way out of the room.

"Follow me."

The Mandalorian proceeds to lead Zirak and Sora out into a narrow corridor and across into another room almost identical to the one they woke up in. Containment fields are spaced along the length of the room, inside which lie the crumpled forms of Bane, Aurra and Ak-Yev. R5 stands at the far end of the room, a restraining bolt attached to his frame.
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"Beep-boopity-dweep!" beeps the droid indignantly as the Mandalorian enters, still distorted by a significant degree of static. Upon spotting Zirak, it directs its next series of beeps at him, "Beep-beepity-boop-beep-boopity."

"Get that thing off him," Zirak demands coldly, gesturing at the restraining bolt.