Tipoca City

[Grainne Fett]

Kal leans over Grainne's shoulder and whispers, "Gran'ika, seems like you know how to hostess a party." Sarcasm can be heard in Kal's words. Walking in the rain to the ramp, she is weaponless, except for her crush gaunts. "Greetings gentlemen, welcome to Tapica City." Her buy'ce covered head turns to Zairon and Shadow, and the words come out tinny.

Calling up the ramp to Lord Ire, "Greetings Exalted One, I hope your trip was uneventful."

[Darth Nephlium]

*Neph throws his hood up. The very presents of the RGE he finds extremely disturbing. He watches Grainne greet them. He scoffs with disgust but keeps it to himself. Another time and another place.*

[Grainne Fett]

The Commanders and troops stand down when they see the Mandalore go to the ramp. Not wanting to risk Kal, Neph, or Grainne's lives, they leave the snipers who are hiden to their posts.

[Lord Ire]

Ire finally steps off of the Valkyrie's ramp with a boding darkness surrounding him, his evil glowing eyes seem to shimmer in the darkened shroud of his face. His eyes fall on the Mandalore pro tem and he walks towards the woman. He knows all to well that his physical presence, standing well more than two meters high with the weight to boot, is intimidating and his appearance frightening to say the least; a good soldier knows how to hide his fear are Ire wondered secretly how many wanted to run at first sight of him. The closer Ire gets closer to Grainne, the more sure he is that this Mandalore is more than meets the eye, he can sense the Force is strong in her... the light side of the Force. Ire decides to break the ice.

"Greetings Mandalore, its an honor to meet you in person." Ire says in a cool tone, his deep voice making him sound menacing. "I am happy that it is under these terms and not differently."

[Grainne Fett]

The troops never waver from their positions. Grainne give Lord Ire and small head nod, and feels the Dark side roll from him like the waves hitting the platform. Her Light side, opens up more. As she places her hand out to shake Ire's, her body and mind are clam, only thinking of the task ahead. The buy'ce only comes to his upper chest, and the voice comes out tinny, "Welcome to Tipoca City, of Kamino. We seems to have something you are looking for, Lord Ire." Kal and Neph watch the proceedings with disgusted looks on their faces.

Walking to the opened doors, she gives hand signals to the troops and Commanders. Kal and Neph follow them into the warm dry hall.

[Lord Ire]

Ire follows along with his entourage as the Mandalore and her entourage leads the way; the truth is Grainne is right, she does have something he wants. Keeping his eagerness under wraps and engages in a little small talk. "And if it turns out you do have what I'm looking for, I have enough credits for you to drown in."

[Grainne Fett]

Taking her buy'ce off in the hall, she places it on her kama. Kal walks ahead to secure the head quarters. Walking slowly with Ire and his team, Grainne speaks with calm voice that shocks even her. "Ire, let me put it this way. The ship looked like the floating piece of o'sik you fly past to get here, IS Starkiller's. The fool still has yet to tell us why he is on Mandorlian obit. The vod have orders to shoot first ask questions later.

Heading into the communications center, they are given salutes and the Commanders hustle around gathering intelligence. "The fool on the hill out there has, in my eyes, two options Ire. A: Give up and stand trial, or B: kill the rabid beast and put him out of his self imposed misery. The choice is yours, we, are but the hunters." Sitting at the head of the table, she has Neph sitting next to her and Kal sits behind her. Looking at Ire, Shadow, and Zairon with out her buy'ce on, she knows they will not intimidate her or the vod.

[Lord Ire]

"We want him alive, period, he must stand trial." Ire says as he stands inside the communications center, its clear this is how it must be. "The galaxy cannot simply see his body, they must see him pay in the flesh. If that means some of you die that is something the Empire understands and we will offer the families of those lost in the pursuit of justice a hansome bounty so that they need not worry about their futures. This might seem a little out of place for the Empire but we have to meet the certain needs of the people in this matter."

Ire then takes a seat at the table and looks across at the trio on the other side as he rests into his chair. "I hope you can understand our position, we cannot tolerate those who simply murder their way through the galaxy. I hope that isn't too much for you or your warriors to handle."

[Grainne Fett]

Kal cock's his eyebrow at Ire, "The vod are trained for anything." Grainne looks at the three on the other end of the table. "I have tangled with him my self. He just needs to be stopped. Like Kal said, you haven't dealt with many vod have you."

Standing up, she walks to one of the windows and looks out at the ship's. Her head turns to look Ire in the eyes when she speaks."I would prefer him to taken into custody as well. Ire, what ever happens to him when the Empire has him is up to you."

[Lord Ire]

"No, I have not encountered a 'Vod' before, none have been dumb enough to cross me." Ire says as his glowing red eyes meet Grainne's gaze. "But that isn't important but what is is that people of very different backgrounds can see eye-to-eye on things. With any luck, we will never have to cross paths under less favorable means."

Standing up, keeping his hands to his side as he does so, Ire continues to address Grainne. "So, when do we get to see our prize?"

[Grainne Fett]

Glaring at Ire's slight about the name for the Mandalorian's, Grainne speaks in a calm voice, "Waiting for 'your' prize to land." Pointing at Starkiller's ship still in orbit. "If your associates would like to go after him, they are more then welcome to. Working well despite our 'differences', is something I was trained to do." Reading the man through the Force, she sees nothing out of the ordinary for a Sith.

[Lord Ire]

"My prize is your prize, Mandalore." Ire says simply. "While I may get him physically, you have the pleasure of boasting that you captured and helped keep the galaxy safe from a psychotic madman."

When Ire senses a slight jump in the Force coming from the Grainne, Ire inwardly grins, the Emperor realizes she is more than likely trying to read him. He knows that the Taozin breatplate he wears, that masks his presence in the Force, is probably helping with hiding his true intentions. Looking around the room, Ire stands and walk towards Grainne in order to get in close to speak with her.

"They will tell stories about you, much like that Boba Fett." Ire says mentioning a famous Mandalorian bounty hunter. "Not to mention the reward for his capture will make you known for completing one of the highest paid and most demanding of bounties. Ah, sweet fame and glory, doesn't that resonate well within you?"

[Grainne Fett]

Grainne looks at Ire, almost bored. "Lord Ire, least you forget what I am first and foremost. Fame and kudos do not matter to me. The only that THAT would matter is SK taken into custody. The money from the bounty will be given to the vod." Being handed some paperwork about SK, she hands it to Ire. "I would like to know where his wife and child are at."

[shadow]

Shadow quietly walks a short distance behind the Emperor and Mandalore quietly listening to them, as well as silently studying the architecture of the city. When they finally reach their destination, he quietly leans against the wall and listens to the conversation going around him.

[Grainne Fett]

looking at Ire, then to Shadow, she almost smiles. "Ire, lets get down to brass tacks. I care that you all are here, and it seems to me some one does mind that you are here." The holo of the new ship that has hit orbit comes up. "Go get your little life day gift, give the cred stick to Kal, and please have a safe journey home. This is becoming a boring conversation." sitting in her chair at the table, her fingers go into a steeple, and she rests her chin on them.