A Trip to Seal Our Fate

Above Ryloth

Vestar strode onto the bridge of Hell's Nightmare, and the entire bridge staff stared at him. The stares initiated in an assumption they would have an answer as to their presence in Ryloth, but many began staring at the black eye that adorned the man's eye. "Sir... are you alright?" His first mate, Lieutenant Jasko Velaz was staring at him.

"Yes I'm fine Jasko. One of the Gamorians got cocky." He said, lying to protect Ryan Jacen. The man was going through a rough emotional period right now and he knew it. Sixteen years of service bought the man a break, a second chance.

Jasko gawked "Was he dealt with?"

Trane nodded "Kyramud put a round through his head."

Jasko gave a smile, and the entire bridge let out a sigh. He moved to his command chair and sat down, "Patch me through to ship comms."

"Affirmative!" Jasko said.

"Attention, all KES personnel, I owe you all an explanation." He paused "We have been at Ryloth to negotiate a deal with the vile Nor'baal the Hutt, of clan Vesajilic. We were lured here by a honeypot scam that they fed to Kyramud. Upon arrival we were cornered, threatened, and presented with a deal mandating us to surrender our freedom, individuality, and power to the Hutt, for nothing but pure survival, no frills." He paused "They are expecting us to be at Nal Hutta within the week to surrender, as I told Nor'baal I would take the deal."

Murmurs spread across the bridge as Trane made the comment.

"Keine Götter, Keine Meister." Trane said, simply uttering the phrase. "We live by it. We founded this company and this navy under it, and we will not break it. We will NOT be Nor'baal's slaves. And we will not be going to Nal Hutta." he tapped his chair and ended the transmission. Murmurs again took over the volume of the room as he beckoned Jasko over "Set destination for Daedalus. We're going to begin selling off all that we have."

"Yes sir!" Jasko said.

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Prudii sat on the edge of his bed, helmet in his hands. He stared into the visor. For many beings, it had been the last thing they had ever seen. The cold, black stare that claimed lives. He saw the scorches and scars of attempts to claim his life that had failed. He noted the most crusted blood on the dome of it where Jacen had used it as a weapon against him, the scar on the forehead where Jacen had slammed it against a wall, and the scuffing as it had slid across the floor. He knew each scar on the helmet, and knew why they were there. Setting the helmet down he stood, detached his armor and laid down. What came next would be difficult.

@Commissar Brett @The Ghost

Cambria Kilganon ambled into the bridge of Hell's Nightmare, her hands nervously fidgeting with something in her pockets. She slowly approached Trane, and crouched slightly to match his sitting height "Admiral Trane, if you don't mind my asking, where are we going?"

She wasn't disturbed so much by not knowing their destination, as she was by not knowing their fate. It had been a hard year. She had lost her husband earlier in the year. Though publicly they didn't seem like an affectionate marriage, behind closed doors, away from prying eyes, they were. Coheed had been the man she had always wanted, and he had given her her wildest dreams. Meeting in their early 20s the two had quickly become a power couple. They both joint bought into the KES Executive Board, becoming two of the strongest board members. When the executive shuffle had happened almost fifteen years ago now, Cambria had gained the trust of the sitting CEO, only to stab her in the back, while Coheed led a midnight vote of no confidence. That was the couple they had been, unstoppable, powerful, and filthy rich.

The official story was that Coheed and Talon had both been executed in the Hutt arena, that was not the truth. Videos of the event had surfaced all over the holonet, along with videos of the actual negotiations beforehand. Only sitting in stagnate dark corners of the vast network, so much so that ordinary beings wouldn't have a clue of the story contrary to the official one that KES had issued. But Cambria had seen the video. She had seen Talon lead Coheed before Backes the Hutt. She had seen him forced to the ground, and she had seen the love of her life executed by the Commander of KES Security forces. Had Talon survived, she would have done anything to have him killed, or removed from his post. She had trusted the man, and he had betrayed that. Betrayal was only tolerable if she was the one betraying.

Though if she thought Talon had been a bad commander, as far as relations between her and him, Vestar Trane was a nightmare. The man rarely shared intel and information with the corporate side. He took no orders, nor did he ask for them. Instead, he delivered orders to her and other executives, like poor Alysa Corwall. Cambria let a mental frown form. She had tried her hardest to make sure Alysa had the funding and resources she needed, but since Talon's death and Trane's promotion, Alysa had been doomed. Credits had been poured into defense to defend themselves, for what? The embarrassing loss of Sirius Primaris? The loss of Gravity's Union, all of their servers, Prometheus base, and countless years and credits of research and development. She had a distaste for Trane and his secrecy, but she couldn't deny this, he was a proper military commander. He knew how to stroke his men's egos to keep the morale high, and the efficiency higher.

Trane fixed a cold gaze on Cambria "We're heading back to Daedalus." he returned his gaze to straight ahead. Cutting off her next question before she could ask it he said "We'll be liquidating all assets, selling them, and moving. I'm having a facility prepared for us. There was a meteor shower and the Rock is not prepared for us. Repairs are more than we can afford right now. The contingent there is also on the way to Daedalus."

He leaned back in his seat, the course of action they would soon be taking would be one out of pure survival. An animalistic experience, survival was. The evolutionary instinct to ensure the preservation of yourself, and your blood line despite the cost. Despite how many others went down to save you... Trane didn't like the course he was having to take. Imynusoph was far from the action in the galaxy, existing on the far edge of the Hydian way. He was also aware there were Neimoidians and a band of pirates awaiting him there. They would be... dealt with... upon his arrival. Whether he opened his coffers, or Kyramud his blaster rifle, they would not be a roadblock in his plans.

He motioned with his hand for Cambria to leave him alone. Jasko turned towards her to apply more pressure and ensure the executive knew she was no longer welcome aboard their bridge.

Cambria frowned and nodded "Very well Admiral..." she turned and left, leaving the man to himself. Exiting the bridge she returned to her quarters. Soon enough she would learn where it was they were going. Whether or not she knew beforehand wasn't critical, it was just a matter of ensuring she was respected. Something she felt she wasn't, as of late.

Hell's Nightmare shuddered slightly as it fell out of hyperspace. The massive frigate was floating through space, just fifteen minutes away from Daedalus via shuttle or freighter. Their situation was calm, like that of the calm before a storm. A storm that would engulf the small company. They were expected soon to meet Nor'baal the Hutt on Nal Hutta, where they would surrender their freedom to him in exchange for survival. That would not be happening. The most Vestar estimated they could wait before the Hutt caught on would be three standard days. That would allow them to gather all KES personnel, belongings, and be there. More than that, Nor'baal would be suspicious and send hunters to find them and guide them there, and collectors to gather their things.

He stood and walked towards the exit to the bridge "Jasko! Organize sales. Immediately. I want all engineering equipment sold. Anything that isn't beneficial to survival sell it. Leave just enough for minimal manufacturing. " He then turned to one of the Lieutenants nearby "Bradberry, go to the financial sector and withdraw all of our funds. Do it in plain clothes with concealed armor underneath. Take several men to protect you. Withdraw it in small normal amounts."

He then barked "Someone get fucking Ryan Jacen out of his ass. And when you do, tell him to send his best and brightest to wipe down the apartments. Send Ryan personally to collect Fiorella and wipe the recruitment station. Have him take Kyramud with him. Leave. Nothing."

"Yes sir!" The PFC said back to him.

Vestar turned around and walked back into the bridge, standing over his chair.


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Prudii sat up and pulled his helmet on, blinking sleep out of his eyes. He heard the alarms and felt the shuddering that signaled their departure from hyperspace. As the ship lurched, rebalancing her speed, he dressed himself in his armor and stepped out of the room. A non-comm ran by him and shouted something about him and an assignment with Ryan Jacen. Prudii nodded and moved away from the hall towards Ryan's room.

The armored figure of Ghost walked onto the bridge of the ship. A slight shimmering light rippled over his form as took on a new appearance. Now he looked as if he dressed in somewhat normal clothing consisting of a pair of loose fitting black denim pants and a blue long sleeved and hooded tunic. In appearance, armored gauntlets and boots kept any extra fabric from his arms and legs from getting in the way as he moved. The hood of his tunic was drawn up and casting a shadow over his facial features. Leaving only the bridge of his nose and down, to be seen. Though there was the occasional glow from his cybernetic eye that broke through the veil of darkness from time to time. Ghost folded his arms up in front of his chest as he looked out before him.

"I'm not arguing, but I still feel Isshould have performed a covert op. I'll play along for the time being though. Is there anything I can help with?"

Trane smiled "All in due time my boy. For now, go to the apartment district with KES Security forces. Ensure it is cleansed properly."

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Prudii rapped his knuckles on Jacen's door "It's time to go."

Ryan sat up, his joints and muscles protesting. In the days since Sirius Primaris he had found it increasingly hard to get out of bed, perform simple tasks, even deal with people. Sleep even came difficulty, that is to say, it was difficult to want to sleep. Slipping into a sleep of some form was as easy as surrendering to the gravity of a black hole, but the torture that sleep provided was enough to haunt the toughest soldier. Images of his mother and childhood home passed through his head when he surrendered to sleep's treacherous embrace. The good times they had had, the love and affection she had provided. They were soon replaced by the images of her burning, her screaming out for help, the ship plummeting into her home, destroying everything he ever loved.

Of course, these images, the ones of her dying, were fabricated. He hadn't been there. That was the problem. I wasn't there... I'm never there. I couldn't be there to save her. I couldn't even save Gravity's Union.... Ral. Fucking. Aran. Will. Die.

He snapped out of his thoughts and blinked his eyes. A sharp metal on metal sound was sounding from his doorway.

"Fuck off." He snapped back.

"Commander sir... It's PFC Allejandres, the Admiral has an assignment for you."

"I said Fuck. Off."

"I understand that sir... but... Kyramud is on his way. And he doesn't seem to be in a good mood. I ... I wouldn't."

"Understood PFC. You're dismissed."

Jacen wasn't afraid of Prudii Kyramud, whether or not that was a mistake, he was one of the few. The Mandalorian towered above most of them in his height, and was armed heavier than a squadron of KES troopers. He was a walking army. But he was simply a man. And Ryan had beaten his ass once, though Kyramud had been holding back, as no shots had been fired. He just didn't feel like rehashing the fight again. Kyramud wouldn't hold back as much this time.

He slid out of bed and pulled his KES specialist uniform on. It was a loose fitting black jumpsuit with the proper insignia and attatchments for harnesses and belts. right now it looked shabby on the unkempt Ryan.

Prudii was announced by a knock, before he ultimately just entered anyways. Ryan glanced over to him "What is the assignment?". He ground his teeth, not enjoying Prudii's presence at the time after the embarrassing fight.

Prudii threw a glance at him, that joined with the tilt of his head, was very condescending "We're retrieving the recruiting girl, and wiping down the recruiting office."

He took a step forward and looked around the room. Motioning to a body sized container standing up against the wall he said "Get your armor on. We're not playing around. And get the chip off your shoulder. It doesn't suit you, Ryan."

Ryan's blood boiled, he was going to talk to him like that? After all the things that Trane and he had said to him. He just bit his tongue back. "Sounds like fun." He said, referring to the mission. He then let his eyes drift to the crate Prudii indicated. It bore the dagger and keywork that was signature of KES Security officers. It contained a new toy presented to him from KES requisitions, his Genesis armor. He merely gave Prudii a nod "Noted." Strolling to the crate he opened it, and donned the mechanized armor.

Once it was on he took a few steps in it, its servos spinning and whirring to not only assist his mobility, but give him enhanced strength. Ryan clenched a fist, seriously considering swinging it into Kyramud's cocky T-Visor. He just shook his head and walked towards the door "Let's get it over with."

Prudii pushed past him and lead the way "We're taking my ship. I don't trust the shit freighters that engineering poured out. As much as they hated the likes of us, Corwall might have had them fuck over the engines or something just so the engineering nerds could have a good laugh."

They walked down the grey and white walls of the Siren-Class frigate as Prudii took turn after turn until they spilled out into a wide open hangar. Sitting near the staircase, parked far too close to the walkway than KES regulations mandated, was a Pursuer-Class Enforcement Ship. Painted charcoal grey and red the ship sported several new and ancient carbon scoring marks, and off market modifications, most of which were illegal in over half the galaxy. With no outward movement, and nothing but a blink, the ship received the request to have her boarding ramp lowered. The ramp descended with a potentially lethal speed, should someone be standing beneath it, obviously designed with hot exfiltrations in mind. Three long quick steps brought Prudii to the top of the ramp and he was already climbing the ladder to the cockpit.

"Hopefully something fun might happen."

And that was all Ghost would say before he took his leave of the bridge. He himself was heading over to the hangar area to board his own ship. The Phantom. Walking, though in honesty it was more like marching, at a quick pace while establishing a link with his astromech unit. Relaying instructions to prepare the ship as he was stepping into the hangar. He caught aglimpse of Kyramud and the other man with him. A quick nod was given in their direction, though he doubted they even saw him

As the hatch opened, he'd make it a point to exert his will through the Force. Floating from his current position a small ways before he'd enter and the hatch would close. The systems would boot up as he'd set himself down in the pilot seat. A few button presses and he established a link between himself and the ship. Now all that was left were the takeoff protocols.

The Devastator picked itself up off of the bulkhead of Hell's Nightmare's hangar and slid out of the larger ship. Phenom sat at the controls, Prudii choosing not to fly the short jaunt. "Phenom, take us into the KES Private Hangar. The recruiting station wasn't far from there. "

The droid nodded a silent affirmative.

Prudii gazed casually out of the viewport as his ship spun itself towards the massive station's hangar, and floated towards it.

"Attention inbound Pursuer-Class Enforcement Ship, please transmit identification." a staunch voice belonging to one of the KES officers that manned the flight control for their hangar. Phenom's vocabalizer began to chirp, and whirr as he communicated with the console of the ship over binary. The ship chirped back. With a spin of his interface arm the IFF tags were sent to the KES official.

"Welcome back Commander Kyramud. You are free to land." the voice replied.

The ship continued silently, slipping through the airlock and settling onto DSC Daedalus' bulkhead. Prudii sprung from his seat and strode down the descending ramp. Waiting for himself was a squadron of KES security troopers "What is the situation sir?" one of them said.

"Don't ask me. Jasko will deal with you." With that he pushed past them towards the hall. Either Ryan would keep up or he wouldn't. Prudii was not in the mood to wait around, he too was aware of the clock that they were operating under to avoid being here when Nor'baal woke up and realized he wasn't getting his toys. Moving at a pace so quick it was almost jogging he spun through the winding trails of hallways that descended into the heart of Daedalus' rental divisions. He came out into a common area that housed a number of recruiting stations, Imperial Recruiters, Financial and Law offices. The office he was looking for was office right across from him. With a slightly opaque glass front that offered a blurred look into the inside, the office was a very sterile look featuring greys and whites. Infront of the office were marks where paint had been sprayed on the walls and floor outside, with obscenities meant for the KES. Daedalus maintenance droids had done their absolute best to remove it, but there were still traces. Prudii waited outside of the office, waiting for Ryan to get to him. Around them Civilians began to stare at the armored pair, most choosing to scatter away from their variety of weapons.

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The deck officer for Hell's Nightmare's hangar sent out a message "Attention The Phantom you have clearance to depart as soon as you see fit."

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A ceremonious shuttle entered into KES' primary hangar aboard Daedalus. Its boarding ramp lowered and Jasko Velaz descended with all the pomp and circumstance as the practical second in command of KES' naval forces. He was flanked by a detatchment of the best KES forces.

"Gather everything we have! Anything that is necessary for basic survival and military load it in shuttles and load it on Hell's Nightmare, the rest of it, sell it. Discreetly, and without contracts."

"Yes sir!" A lieutenant snapped back. "Will do!"

"Good." Jasko said. He snapped his fingers at his troopers "Wait for the mercenary Ghost to arrive, then take him to the apartments. Make sure they're cleared out."

Ryan silently followed Prudii through Hell's Nightmare until they reached his ship. "Shouldn't we take some troops with us?" He waited for a response, but took the Mandalorian's silence as a negative. In kind, he too waited the rest of the trip in silence, still trying to adjust to the armor he know wore. The ship was quick, and none of them even had to respond to ATC, as Prudii's droid did that for them. When they touched down in Deadalus Prudii dismissed an officer that attempted to speak to him, before moving on to their objective. Ryan was still frosty from their fight, but wouldn't let that get between him and the mission. He easily kept up with Prudii in his new mechanized armor, and stood on one side of the doorway "You first." he said. The Mandalorian had obviously been given command of the op.

Prudii nodded, and pushed the door open. He saw the well lit recruiting in good shape. Fiorella sat at the desk "Commanders... what's going on..."

Prudii looked around "Are you alone?"

Fiorella paused for a moment, as if calculating her answer before stammering out "Yes... I. no Prudii look out!"

Prudii dove to the side, embracing the ground as he slid slightly, his durasteel shoulder and forearm plates scraping against the durasteel floor, eliciting a sound that would make skin crawl. He pulled himself to his feet in time to see a green blur of an armored man stop short, mere cenemeters from where Prudii had been. He snapped his entire body back and jumped, spinning in the air and bringing a foot into Prudii's face, sending him flying back against the opposite wall. It was during the trip to the wall that Prudii got a look at the man.

He was roughly Prudii's height, and dressed in partial green Mandalorian armor. The blur of a man ran towards the downed Kyramud, drawing a beskad from his back and bringing it to bear down on Prudii. The blade was blocked by a gauntlet. Locking the blade between his gauntlet, and the attached blaster he twisted it out of the boy's hand. While doing this he pushed off of the wall and brought his other elbow to bear against the cheek of the man's helmet.

The newcomer fell back before recovering in a roll and returning to his feet. He charged at Prudii, sending the older man into a braced stance, but stopped before he reached Prudii, flipping backwards and bringing his feet to bear under Prudii's chin. Prudii slammed into the wall and rolled, avoiding whatever the man would have had for him. Activating his jet boots he spurted from the ground, recovering across the room. Raising his still attached EE-3 Prudii began to unload towards the man. This sent him scurrying for cover, not having the necessary plates to withstand blaster fire.

The boy sprung from the wall and tackled Prudii reaching for a blade as he did so. Prudii wrapped his arms around the man as they met and threw him against the floor in a dull thump.

The man in green rolled slightly and performed a jump that was obviously assisted by something that couldn't be seen. Clearing over Prudii with a flip he landed and was instantly in action. Grabbing the Mandalorian he threw him, sending him tumbling over tables. Prudii made his way back to his feet but the other warrior was there, grabbing his head and smashing it into the tall glass screen panel. The glass cracked and dented inward with the head that was now sticking in it. Prudii pulled his head back, along with an elbow to the younger man's face, sending him stumbling. That was Prudii's chance. he grabbed the man by his upper body and threw him through the glass, following him as he went. The younger man hit the ground and began reaching for a vibroblade. Before the blade could be drawn Prudii sent his boot into the boy's face. "Stand up again Val and I'll end you. What are you doing here."


The man in green squirmed some and then began talking, "I heard you had a job, I had to come check it out. I owed you a punch in the face."

Prudii turned his gaze to Fiorella "Are you hurt?" he snapped.

"No... I'm not... he just threatened me if I warned you."

Val gave a wicked giggle "but you still did it! I owe you some serious pain for that. Come here re-"

Prudii stomped down and snapped a rib "Keep talking, I'll crack another one."

Val gave a wicked squeal of delight "Did I upset you daddy dearest?"

Prudii shook his head and turned to Ryan "Get Fiorella and lets move. Security troopers will come to clean up the mess."

Ryan was taken aback when they entered the room, and Prudii was almost immediately attacked. He seemed to recognize his attacker, as they almost played a dance, one that Prudii had obviously taught the younger man. Ryan had seen Prudi fight many times, and the fighting styles he was deploying today were some fine ones. The other man, however, knew every blow Prudii would throw and was ready for it. It wasn't until halfway through that Prudii resulted to his typical method of using his blasters. Prudii was not a close range soldier, and instead typically would sit far away from the battle, or at least at a range.

Ryan considered joining in, but figured it would be more harmful than beneficial. The fight ended with Prudii on top, and then he realized who the other man was, Prudii's son. Ryan shook his head How could that possibly have been consensual? The man is a bloody psychopath!

He didn't say any of that, and chose to turn around and leave, with Prudii assumably following behind him. As they left he saw a squadron of KES soldiers on the way, presumably to do cleanup.

Prudii pointed his gauntlet at Val "Get up. I'll deal with you on the frigate." He pulled his foot from atop the man's gut.

Val stood up begrudgingly "I could kill you."

"Yeah, but you've got daddy issues. You can't have daddy issues without a dad." Prudii said following behind Ryan.

Val bit down on his teeth and pinched back a retort or an attack, and instead simply followed behind Prudii.

Prudii exited into the public area of DSC Daedalus where there were countless recruiters and recruiting stations. From the outside the KES station looked normal, and no one knew of the torn up interior that was now there from the fight. He walked forward, his shoulders held high, not even slightly worried about the man behind him that had just launched what would appear to be a full on attack. Val was lethal, and could take on an entire company of KES soldiers alone, maybe not with Genesis armor, but still, however Prudii was not even remotely worried about him. He might have hated Prudii for what he had done, but if nothing else, Val wanted to be Val. Stabbing someone cold blooded in the back was Prudii's style, and at times it might be Val's, but he couldn't let Prudii know that. And for that, Prudii knew he was safe. The boy wanted to love the older man, and was looking for a reason to love the man, he just wouldn't admit it.

They wove through the maze of halls and hatchways that lead back into the restricted KES area. The door into KES area was actually manned by two armed guards in Genesis armor. Damn they're distributing that shit fast.

The men watched as the embedded scanners scanned Prudii and Ryan and their implanted tags allowed them access. The group moved into the restricted area, and back to the hangar. Fiorella infront of them was practically shaking she was so nervous. The girl had obviously seen little combat.

Ryan stepped to one side of the Devastator, its ramp now descended. He motioned with his hands "After you Ma'am." Fiorella, still shaking, slowly climbed the ramp. She took a seat in the cargo bay/ passenger area. He took a seat next to her and looked to Prudii and Val "So what the bloody hell was that?!" It was pretty much the only thing he had said since the two of them beat the shit out of each other.

Val cleared his throat and started to speak before Prudii cut him off "He has issues. That's all we need to know." He stood from the seat he had taken across and began moving towards the ladder. Val streaked to his feet, throwing the helmet that had been in his hands at Prudii. It hit the wall next to him.

"I.... I HAVE ISSUES?!" He shouted. "I DON'T THINK YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT ISSUES ARE! " The hurt and pain was present on his face "You can't form a long term relationship for shit. You abandon everyone you're close to, and I don't think you CAN care anymore."

Prudii closed the distance between them, towering over the boy. "Watch your damn mouth. I did what I needed to."

Val curled his lip up "The only good thing about you leaving her to die was it broke any fantasy she had about you, and she wasn't cursed to spend her life with a broken, unlovable psychopath."

Prudii shook his head, drew his fist back and punched Val squarely in the eye, sending the boy tumbling across the floor on his back. He simply turned around and left the boy where he was, ascending the ladder to his cockpit. Once inside he keyed in a lock on the hatch to prevent anyone from getting in after him.

Val lay on the floor, the area around his eye bleeding, and a fresh yellow/purple bruise forming around the eye itself. Both his eyes were inflamed in red and pouring tears "He's a psychopath."

He scooped his helmet up and pulled it on his head.

Fiorella spoke up "After the show you gave at the recruiting office, I'd say you're no different."

Val backhand slapped her across the face, his hand armor cutting her soft face.

"I AM NOTHING LIKE HIM! I AM NOT HIM!"

Tears began streaming down her face as she recoiled from the slap. A fresh stream of blood formed around the horizontal cut that now adorned her cheek. Val too ascended the ladder, but instead into the private lounge area.

Ryan watched with near awe as the two Mandalorians went at it again. There was clearly something that had gone, with a woman who wasn't present. Prudii left a lover, presumably Val's mother, to die. That's cold Kyramud....

He then watched as Fiorella worked up the nerve to speak to Val and got smacked away. He snapped up to his feet and tried to follow the Mandalorian who gave him the cold shoulder and climbed the ladder. He gave up the chase and returned to Fiorella. Wrapping an arm around her he lowered his armored head "I'm sorry."

She simply sniffled and wiped the blood away with her sleeve. The blood soaked into the pure white fabric, staining and ruining the designer fabric. She wiped her sleeve again, this time wiping away the tears and snot that was pouring from her eyes and nose respectively. She sniffled a few times and then leaned into Ryan's arm "T..Thakns."

The ship shuddered as it landed in the Frigate and Ryan was instantly to his feet. He grabbed Fiorella by the hand and whisked her out of the cargo bay before the other two would be down to continue whatever had been going on before. There was a noncomm waiting for him at the bottom of the ramp.

"Private, take her to her own private quarters. Her belongings will be coming soon."

He turned around, waiting for the feuding Mandalorians to come down. This wasn't going to continue much longer, Ryan wouldn't let it.