Spaceport

*Holly gets to her feet and hugs Kaibur and kissed him so everyone saw. She puts a arm round him and finish her drink. She had indeed took all the photos of what she need to from what she had seen the place was well armed and guarded well.*

Sweetie! yes its time to go. Do you like the new shoes? oh and the dress

*She has a spin round, a few guys jaws drop. And finish by hanging the camera round Kaiburs neck and walks off towards the ship .she knew Kaibur would follow and once inside the ship holly lets out a "Grrrrr!" sound. She kick of the shoe and the little black dress that she hated wearing. If anyone saw her at this point she was topless and in a pair of black pants. She begins to put the lightweight combat clothes back on mumbling to herself.*



*Holly was changed and heads back to the cockpit.*

*Kaibur grunted a little from the kiss, revealing nothing about the situation, he smiled at her as he followed her from behind, aware of the many looks the guards had at her, he gave most a little joking comment, like "Hey what are you looking at?" Or "Trust me, shes electric in the sheets" He got many jokes and the guards all went back to their patrols. The maintenance crew had done their repairs he thanked them again and walked inside the Buado Star yacht were he closed the bay doors and locked it, fully sealed. He sat in the cock-pit and started up the main power drive and the engine with a smile on his face. He looked at the controls as he started revving the engines to low power.*

I certainly hope you have that much excitement in kissing a more older man like myself in the future, you nearly convinced me, you also convinced those passing guards down below. I told them you were wild in the bed.

*He smiled softly at her, before looking back at the controls to control the craft rising above the spaceport. It took off into the clouds. Once above the city Kaibur set it in auto-pilot back to Pzob where he would hopefully be given a more fruitful and more violent mission than the one he was getting now. He took a picture out of his pocket, the picture of him and another woman....Who was she? Where did the event happen? And why the bloody-sith couldn't he remember her? He made a frown and set the picture back inside his sleeve. Maybe someday, he'd find her.*

*The Four shuttles from orbit, each carrying eleven passengers, descend and land in different location at the spaceport. Several customs officials are sent to check out the passengers and their cargo - separately of course - and then verify that the employees have absolutely no weapons, the proper documentation and permits, and the final seal of approval of the government. With all things checked and cleared, and with no suspicious or mentionable deviations of a normal shop owner (one of tens of millions across and planet), the customs officials release the shop owners.

The tailor employees then set out, with each group completely unaware of the other, to each of their respective locations across the planet.*

*Patrols continue out into the city. Nothing else is really going on.*

**As the year had gone by, things here have stagnated. A boost to the economy fell short of projections, and it eventually dropped. Profits were not being made, and while the people were happy for the most part, the Mandalorian Empire was loosing out.

Then Malice became Mandalore, and he had some decisions to make. After meeting with the clans, he decided to pull the plug on several back water planets. More important planets needed the attention and protection.

There were massive protests, and the civilians were furious. They had done their part, and now the Mandalorians had to leave. But it was not the military's decision. So long story short, the orders were given, and now the entire military of Bestine IV was to be uplifted and sent else where.

It would take a week but the factories, the bases, the entire military force plus families were moving else where.**

OOC: Hypori*

*The "clean up" had gone well. Many things were already packed and the workers were very adept at packing but up all the old equipment from the factories. The civilians were taking it less than happily, but things go the way they go sometimes.

And the packing continues...*

*And it is nearly finished.

The work has been long, and it took a lot of patience, but it is over. Not many people are very happy to leave their little city but they follow their orders. The military is ready to leave in the morning. And except for some late stragglers, the civilians will be gone too.*

*And it was done. The army, the civilians, everyone was gone. There were a few determined to stay but they were left behind. The city was hollowed out and it had become a down right ghost time. All things of wealth were taken, every military resource imaginable. They were in ships heading to orbit now, waving their final tearful goodbyes.*