The Star lance slows to a halt as the sound of the hyperdrive powering down reverberates through the hull. Jo sits in the cockpit, his helmet next to him on the dashboard. He pulls his face down and buries it into his hands for a moment. He'd had dealings with the Cult of Ruun before, they were fanatics that chose a dead world to call their home. Jo had no patience for cults and religious organisations at the best of times. He spun his chair round and ducked his head under the porthole that led into the main quarters where his armour sat on display in the armoury. The armour was mostly blue with a yellow stripe on its chest and a deep red left arm with the Black sun insignia scratched off poorly. A black trail went down to his shins from his waist which he tied a red scarf around. He'd built his armour himself with the lessons he learnt from his father, one of the legendary mandalorian armourers. He traced the insignia of the mythosaur emblazoned on the armour's left chest plate.

  "Master, I can see you're reminiscing again, shall I initiate landing procedures?" asked the Droid.

  "Not yet B4, we'll wait till nightfall and then land. Besides, if he's not dead yet he'll survive till then," responded Jo "I'm going to advise our benefactor of what's happening." Jo continued into the ship before coming to a holo-communication table, the face of a stern looking Zabrak lit up the room. "Fulcrum." Jo greeted the Zabrak.

  "Jo'son Bek do you have an update for the rescue mission?" asked Fulcrum,

  "I do; we are in orbit over Nyros now. Looking to land as soon as we have the cover of the night." Responded Jo "You should have your Jedi by the morning."

  "That's good to hear, we'll be sending a corvette to rendezvous with you after the completion of your mission, meet them at these coordinates." Said Fulcrum.

  "Yes ma'am," said Jo, doubling back, "however before you leave. I am afraid my fee has gone up to 30,000 credits now. I have had to hire some help."

  "Bounty hunters," sneered fulcrum rolling her eyes, "We will cover your fees just get the job done."

  "Thank you, Fulcrum," responded Jo. He cut off the transmission and turned to leave, however saw Braithe standing in the doorway turning a credit over her fingers. "How much do you know about your benefactor Jo?" She asked squinting and taking long graceful steps to the communicator.

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  "Not much, I know they're powerful and I know that they have a lot of money." Responded Jo crossing his arms and leaning back on one leg. "My money would be on them speaking on behalf of the jedi."

  "The Jedi rarely deal with these sorts of problems externally, Jo."

  "So, who do you think it is?" said Jo, Braithe clearly had a theory otherwise she wouldn't be prying.

  "Fulcrum was an old rebellion code name,"

  "But the rebellion doesn't exist anymore,"

  "No but the alliance still flies their colours," Said Braithe raising her eyebrows. "Who has more reason to poke the Cult."

  "Well, we are meeting them after the mission. We'll know more then."

  "Correction, you are meeting them. I am going to be hiding in your armoury in case they try to arrest me."

  Jo chuckles slightly before B4 enters the room. "Master the coordinates for the cult prison are now on the dark side of the planet. I recommend putting on your armour."

  "Thank you B4." Says Jo, he gives the droid a pat on the shoulder and runs into the armoury.

  Jo sits back in the cockpit now armed in his gear while Braithe sat in the co-pilot's chair. B4 behind them sitting in front of a scanner. They had begun their descent and were slowly making their way to the planet's surface.

  A static voice crackles through the comm panel, "Star lance your vessel is not authorised. Please return to orbit." Both Jo and B4 look at Braithe. "Yes, yes give me a minute." She says as she begins typing on the console.

  "Star lances alter course, or you will be fired upon." Says the voice. B4 presses a button on the panel answering the voice. "She says give her a minute."

  Braithe gives a look of astoundment as she presses a similar button on her own console. "Authorisation 8-7-1-4-BOGAN." A moment passes before the voice returns "Authorisation verified welcome home Madame Barras."

  Braithe sighs as the ship reaches the surface. They choose to land in a crater not far from their destination. Which was a massive citadel, in the darkness of the night it was barely visible only identifiable by a single illuminated door.

  Jo got up out of the cockpit and proceeded to the exit ramp. As he Left B4 got up. "Sorry B4 but you're staying on the ship for this one."

  "I have to object master, the chances of your survival without me are not favourable."

  "All the same you attract too much attention, and I can't carry you on my jet pack."

  "Very well then, I assume I am to stand guard again then?"

  Braithe walks past B4 and hands him a cloth."And do some dusting if you don't mind." She says smirking. B4 looks at Jo whoshrugs in response before lighting the jets on his jet pack and taking off.