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"Hotaru is back on tatooine with Oren, I believe I mentioned him earlier. Oren is the one that asked if her could marry my sister. We have known Oren for all our lives." She held the bar in her hand and tried a bite. It was better tasting than she thought it would be.

"It was originally his father's but yes. Oren owns the pub now. The hidden rooms were always the best places to hide and for a while live. If the walls in that place could talk..... well they could say a lot." Hoshi thought for a moment. "It doesn't surprise me that he did that. He never really liked some of the slave owners. Especially the one that owned me and sis. Even more so after mom was killed." She traced the scar on her face with her bandaged hand. "I got this a few days later for refusing to obey an order."

"Oren is the only guy back home that I could truly trust to keep Hotaru safe. I am glad that my feelings about him where good to listen to." Inside she was relieved to hear that her instinct about Oren was worth the effort, though she did not show it in her face.

Hoshi looked down hoping that her hair would hide her blushing. " I had to do some thing I am not proud of. I had to take the position that mother had just before she died. I ask you not to ask for specifics. well after finishing that task I ran home and got hotaru. We then went into hiding." she finished the bar. "Sis and I inherited some traits from mom that he liked." Looking at her hand that was not bandaged she could see full well one of the traits that her former owner so enjoyed. Her naturally light complexion was not like any of the others she had seen back home, at least not of the people that grew up there.

"It's ok at least you got the others before they had to take one of those routes to get freedom. I guess I should thank him in a way since he was the reason why I started learning to fight." Hoshi say only looking up at him when she was done blushing. "ok."

Yom Nole walked slowly in to the blaster training area. looking around he took note of the facility, shooting range, classrooms, weapons stations, and on a more interesting note a combat simulator room. a perfect place for one to hone his or her skills with firearms. grinning underneath his helm he moved over to the shooting range. activating the lane he was in. he setteled in to a surrender stance. feet spread hands away from the grips of his pistols, held at chest hight. when the holotargets faded in to being and the start buzzer sounded, his hands blazed down to his grips and bringing his pistols to bear, began firing, triple tapping the targets; center mass center mass headshot... the mantra repeated over and over in his head as he fired away with both blasters. when the simulation ended. he stopped and checked his score. 89% frowning he ejected the spent powercells from his blasters before slapping in new ones. 89% left 11% of the unit dead... unacceptable... he would continue the drill untill it was up to mandalorian standards and he woudl continue with the rest of his weapons untill he was satisfied.

activating the program once again he began firing...

(several Hours Later)

kneeling on the floor in the combat simulator, Yom Nole took stock of the combat droids that he had distroyed over the course of his training. many were simply blown apart from multiple heavy blaster shots from his battle rifle. others were pierced through the neck and torso from his various blades. more were battered and broken from melee attacks, and yet others had neat holes burned through there bodies from his pistols. taking stock of his own condition. he saw that his armor was going to need some serious work. it was dented scortched pitted and scratched. having set the droids up to leathal levels for his practice. his shoulder ached from where that one bolt had pierced his armor and undersuit. but that would heal quickly with some antibacterial foam a good bandage. easing himself to his feet he limped over to repair station. setting down his arsenal he began to remove his armor as well. and with it removed he began repairs. hoping to finish and move on to hand to hand sparring. seeing as to how he would not be able to always fight at his best out in the field, it would be good training.

finishing his repairs he dawned his armor once more and moved to leave the Blaster training area. and moved on to the light saber training grounds. hoping to find a quiet corner to do some hand to hand and possibly bladework/

(Leaves for Lightsaber training room)

entering and hearing Zekes statement. Yom Nodded and strided over to the shooting range system once again. Pausing at the sight of four training pistols, Yom cocked his head to the side and frowning under his helmet asked "are we fighting each other or whatever the system throws at us?"

Yoms eyes widened as he snatched the pistol out of the air. seeing the droids enter and begin to fire he pitched forward into a combat roll letting the fire pass by over his head coming out of his roll in a sprint he moved to cover and pressed his back firmly against it. checking the charge of the pistol yom took a moment to listen for a lull in the fire that would indicate that the robots were either moving or reloading. he snapped out of cover and sighted in on his first target. and fired twice. the first shot was center mass and the second was a headshot. watching is spark and collapse, he swept around and he saw one of the droids advance on him raising its blaster he shot it in the knee to throw off its aim and its shot went wide his second shot took it in the head and it stopped moving. Yom then moved to a new piece of cover and stepping behind it began to listen once again for sounds of movement. crouching he reached down and drew one of the vibroblades that he kept on him at all times. cursing himself for leaving his blasters in the weapons locker... hearing the tell tale sounds of a droid advancing on his position he snarled and stepped out shooting the droid before it had a chance to return fire. two left he thought idley before peering over to a place where the droids must be. raising his left gauntlet he spoke a verbal command and a long tongue of flame burst fourth. forcing the droids from there cover or risk having there circuts cooked by the extreme heat. one made it out and charged firing. the one of the blasts snagged on his armor momentarily deadening his gun arm. Yom was unconserned, and doing the exact thing that the robot did not expect, he charged planting a shoulder in its chest and using his nerve dead arm to bat away its blaster. he sat on the droids chest and plunged the vibro blade in to its chest plate and began to carve. watching oil and sparks fly and splatter on his helmet. finally he hit somthing vitle and the droid went limp. getting to his feet yom immediatly moved over to the fallen droids blaster and picked it up. bringing it to his shoulder and scanning the room for any more threats.