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Posting order is not enforced. I prefer no longer than three days between posts, and if it goes a week without explanation then you're out.
7. Seven Ate Nine
Sie'be'nuruodo was a promising Chiss who looked like he might become a strong Immortal. However, at the Battle of Berchest Moon, Sie'be'nuruodo was captured by a Death Watch agent spying on the Mandalorians and tortured. The Death Watch agent, Ures Gal, let Sie'be'nuruodo go after a month, and was never the same. He had gone insane, trying to eat people. His sister, Sie'neu'nuruodo, petitioned for months for his release and finally got him released. However, the moment Sie'be'nuruodo was free, he killed his sister and ate her before fleeing. It's believed Sie'be'nuruodo has gone after Ures Gal. The Mandalorians have been investigating that man's whereabouts, so collaboration may find both Sie'be'nuruodo and Ures Gal.
Goal: Work with Mandalorians to locate Sie'be'nuruodo and Ures Gal, either alive or dead (Gal's status is up to the Mandalorians).
Location: Pzob
Slots: At least one Mandalorian required
Mandalore System
Orbit around Mandalore
Nasiri quirked a crooked smile when she glanced at the astrogation chart. She hadn't been this far to the galactic north in years, not since the wars started. The redheaded Immortal rather regretted the necessities of business; Mandalore was a positively fascinating world, and she should have liked to take more time to enjoy it. She somehow doubted she'd be invited back to the system at a later date. They weren't exactly keen on Force-wielders.
Except for their Sith masters, that is. Nasiri couldn't restrain a bit of a smirk at that thought. The Mandos protested vehemently the Jedi, but never failed to take the opportunity to lick the Sith's boots.
"This is Immortal Knight Nasiri Lavii," she commed, "requesting berthing on Ascendancy business."
"We've been expecting you," the controller replied curtly. "Follow the guidance given and do not deviate from your present course."
"Following guidance and not deviating," Nasiri replied cheerily. "Have a nice day!"
The Mando on the other end hesitated a moment. "Thanks," he said, sounding a bit perturbed at her lack of professionalism and unnecessarily warm manner. "You too. Out."
Nasiri's TIE Marauder settled down on its repulsors just above the landing pad, closing its s-foils and deploying out its landing skids before the fighter touched down. She was careful and precise about the routine, showing a bit of her inexperience with the craft as much as it showed her skill at piloting.
The Immortals had not sent someone incompetent. . . however cheerful, bubbly, and pink she may seem.
Nasiri popped the cockpit canopy while her astromech lowered from the freshly-installed slot. S19-N4 hit the ground first and trundled out on its single wheel, spinning about and surveying the surroundings before turning back to the fighter. Nasiri gave the boxy little astro droid a fond pat on the top of its trapezoidal head as she walked by, but the droid barely spared a whistle of acknowledgement. She took no offense; Enfour was as single-minded as the rest of his line.
Nasiri Lavii was the sort of woman who stood out no matter where she went. On Naboo, it was for her wealth and beauty. On Tython, it was for her frustrating willfulness and her agile mind. In the Ascendancy, it was for her skin color and height. On Mandalore, it was for her frailty. Nasiri was a tiny woman, barely one hundred and sixty centimeters tall and weighing in at forty-six kilos. In her form-fitting black leather infiltrator suit, unzipped to expose more of her chest than was probably proper, it was abundantly clear that most of her weight was not due to an overly-muscular physique. Her flame-red hair was loose down her back, a way no Mando would have worn it - much too easy to grab in a fight - and she bore little in the way of obvious weapons, much less heavy armor plating. Everything about her bespoke a soft, dainty woman, even the sunny smile she wore when she greeted her Mandalorian allies.
A Mandalorian was an overt threat. Nasiri was a much more subtle one. She had no less than eight weapons on her person, including the two gauss pistols she wore strapped to her thighs. Conspicuously absent was her lightsaber; Nasiri did not wish to overtly insult her hosts by wearing the weapon of their enemies - and their masters.
"Su'cay gar!" she said to the small group of Mandalorians walking up to meet her. Nasiri spoke with a perfect Mandalore accent, hinting at the time she'd put into learning the language during the hyperspace flight from the Ascendancy. Nasiri looked them over, recognizing them - or their armor, anyhow - from their personnel files. "Thank you for coming on such short notice."