Nar Shaddaa

Arali arrives at the designated drop-off point, mark in hand, and quite healthy, for the meeting with Thera Ordo.

Ashla is there too.

"Oh, wow, um, great job." Thera tapped her armored foot incessantly and looked at the stalker. "Are you, um, done?"

"Y-yes. Never again. Please don't shoot me."

"If I, um, wanted to I, well, would have done so already." She looked up to the Twi'lek and Togruta. "You think he, um, learned his lesson?"

"For his sake, I certainly hope so," Arali answers. She sincerely hopes he'll stop, but it will be fear, not virtue, that will do it. If nothing else, she's bought him a second chance. Many would simply have killed him outright and been done with it.

"Alright then, um, get rid of him please. And obviously I don't mean, um, killing him."

Ashla grabs him by the neck and practically throws him from the room. Then, she comes back to the Mandalorian

Thera crossed her arms and bowed her head. "Thank you, um, who are you two? I'd very much like to know whom, uh, helped me out so much."

"Ashla Vyliis, Jedi Padawan. and practicer of medicine."

"I am Arali Zian," she introduces herself. "Former Jedi padawan." Which leaves the implication that she is not a Jedi knight.

"Two Jedi, dispensing, um, justice. Well you two seem, uh, very capable." She gave them both a nervous smile. "Oh, right, payment!" The Mandalorian pulled it out and it incidentally flopped to the ground. "Oh, sorry. Um, say, I didn't expect him to learn his lesson. Is there anything I can do for you two? I don't know if you know blasters very well but I can always give pointers on those. Help balance them, or something, I dunno..."

Ashla shrugs. "I don't know much, but I'm always happy to learn."

"Not my sphere of interest, thank you, but it is a kind offer."

"A lightsaber, um, works similar, sometimes, I dunno." She shrugged. "I, um, looked at the lightsabers of people I've killed and, well, modifying them isn't too hard. I could give you spare parts."

That offer, awkwardly worded though it may be, catches her interest. "I have a number of modifications in mind for my own. I would be grateful for what parts you can spare."

"There're, um, well, a lot of things that can be done with a lightsaber. I know a guy who might, um, help out? I can send word, I guess, if you'd like."

"That would be most useful, thank you," Arali accepts.

"Here you, um, go. I heard he was, um, going to sell some parts to the Jedi. But, first pickings, or something. Just tell him Thera Ordo sent you." A faint smile. "Be sure to play yourselves up."

Arali accepts the contact info on her comm, "Always good business," she agrees."