Ask Another Kriffin' Job on Pzob

[Xol Zaa Fenn]

Pzob. Xol was back on the backwater planet after robbing it's largest bank a while back. That mission had gone rather smoothly, ending in the destruction of the bank entirely after they ransacked the place. Today was different, however. Now, instead of creating more damage for the people, he was to serve them. Pirates and scum bags had been taking advantage of the sudden drop in economy on the planet but it was Xol's right and priviledge to take it instead.

It was Xol that had flipped the planet on it's back like a turtle, and now it would be Xol that would also become the planet's savior. It was the greatest con he had ever partaken of, and the Tognath was going to relish this experience. Sadly, he wasn't going to do so alone, as the Zann Consortium was tailing him like flies on the ass of a Bantha. The Enforcer had some admiration for the new Syndicate splinter, but his loyalties remained with the Hutt Cartels. Still, if he could claim this planet as his own, Xol might take an early retirement later on. Tognath's lived quite a while...but Xol was growing sick of violence.

He did not pleasure in taking the lives of others and thanks to his photographic memory, he remembered every face and scream Xol's ever encountered. But, no matter how hard he tried to find a place in his heart for someone, he was constantly reminded of why he killed. The galaxy was filled with miserable beings who tried making life miserable for others. It was easier to root them out entirely than to try and fix them. Like the pirates Xol was sent to murder and disband.

<Welcome to Pzob, skin-suits.> Xol greeted his squad, gesturing to the open barren wasteland. <Damn, I love it here...>

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[Grace Zann]

Grace had her eyes on Pzob for some time now. It's people were quite destitute after that last stunt they pulled. On top of that, the locals were having trouble with a gamorrean clan getting far too powerful, far too quickly. Reportedly, their numbers had tripled over the course of the last year. The young Crime Lord came to the people of Pzob with a deal. She would offer them the Zann Consortium's protection... At the small price of joining the Consortium's growing sphere of influence.

It was on these conditions that the woman found herself aboard a Crusader II-Class Corvette, entering the atmosphere of the primarily forest world. She was set to meet up with Xol, a member of the Hutt Cartel who previously helped rob the place. Someone who hand an idea about the planet's layout would be vital to the operation's success.

She would land not too far from Xol himself, and would step out of her Corvette with a small escort of Consortium Vanguards. As they were greeted by Xol, the woman would smirk before replying, "Just the man I was hoping to see. Xol. You're the guy who helped rob the place... You know the area well I'm sure. Where's this gamorrean clan everyone's been on about?"

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[Tyr'din Selm]

"Ah Pzob. Now we really are at the very edge of the Galaxy."

Tyr'din hummed as he exited the Corvette alongside Grace, he just like her had a notority for sticking out among the Consortium taking his place on her direct right where he matched her speed whilst giving a thorough scan of their surroundings, Gamorreans... he would not underestimate and especially not today, whilst his new Rifle was still in the works he would make due with simpler Kit leaving a longblaster behind this time around.

"Ah. The one that nearly blew me up, albeit it nearly. Good shooting."

He remembered Xol predominantly from his strafing runs during the defense of Paradise City, he earned Tyr'din's respect and that wasn't earned lightly, giving a slight tilt of his Helmet towards Grace as if to inquire what her intentions were but inside of his head he already knew... subjugation or compromise.

"Let me guess... you have a offer again and should that not work out... its our turn to go to work is it?"

He usually doesn't ask questions unless Grace had directly inquired but his quips and comments came for free with his employment and were something that Grace signed up for from the very beginning, he gave a idle shrug but kept a watchful over Xol, it was just the way he was and the nature of his employment for Grace.

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[Xol Zaa Fenn]

Xol turned to look at his new companions. Tyr'din was an avid warrior that had earned the Tognath's respect back in the Paradise City. The Mandalorian armor made the enforcer wonder, however. Xol didn't know enough about the man to recognize what Clan he was apart of. Did the armor actually belong to him or was he a fan of the T-visors? That would have to be a question for later, as for now, Xol was more focusd on cleansing Pzob of the Gamorrean clans.

<This world is as good as mine.> Xol noted to Grace. <The clans operate in the mountain range beyond us.> He pointed at three large pointed mountains in the distance. Punchee had already finished his little recon mission and found huts, makeshift forts, and camps all over the base of the mountains. <We go in quietly and take them by surprise. They lead themselves communally so leave none standing or else they might elect a vengeful leader.> Xol explained.

<You're still walking.> Xol retorted Tyr'din's comment. <Be grateful I didn't want a few casualties to spice things up, bucket-head." Tyr was a sharpshooter alright, but there was a fine line between bravery and facing a repulsortank head on by yourself. This mission would show Xol if the man was worthy of Xol's trust- because respect was one thing, but loyalty was another.

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[Grace Zann]

Grace had arrived on the scene quite chipper at first, but her smug looks would soon change. Xol so boldly declared that he would be taking the planet for himself, something Grace would chuckle at. "As good as your's? I'm the one who struck a deal with the locals, and I'm also the one with an army... If you allegiances should change however, perhaps we could work out a deal." The woman would pass a credit chip between her fingers, before pocketing it. She would then explain to Tyr'din, "I'm surprised you didn't get the briefing. We need to take out a gamorean clan just past the mountains."

The enforcer did have a good point however. If they attacked the gamoreans, then they would need to take out every single one. The creatures were known for their warrior resilience. She would then give Xol a nod, "Alright, take us to the encampment, then we'll plan the attack on the way."

She would then follow Xol's lead, taking the small group of mercenary soldiers along with them.

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[Tyr'din Selm]

"I did get the briefing, if you so boldly remember I was woken up for it."

His voice indeed... sounded like he had been woken up just for this, he had bits of the briefing still in his head that and the fact that well, Grace had a unorthodox way of not announcing herself aswell as not planning ahead... she just did things and that sometimes meant he had to stumble after her piecing things together.

Gamorreans, hmm... it was this time that he regretted not having finished his new project yet, the Rifle he was building would come in handy right about now but he needed more parts before that would reach its conclusion, letting out a deep sigh he just shrugged to himself, no sense beating around the bush now.

His gaze then slowly panned over to Xol, even if Xol wasn't particularely serious about his words those were very apparent fighting words and whilst he appreciated Grace's calm demeanor he evidently felt his pride undermined, he didn't care who this man was or what he thought he was if he lets something like that rip again he will show him the front of his Helmet a bit closer.

"I dont think my Employer would've been particularely happy had you missed."

He looked to Grace for a moment before then back to Xol, he didn't care much about how his words were received, he knew that if he had ended up as Xol's "Casualty" his Employer wouldn't have been so happy about that and contrary to Xol, Tyr'din knew what happened when Grace got angry.

Keeping a close pace with his Employer he simply strode along, in his head he was already formulating battle plans but more importantly he was getting his mind off of apprehensive thoughts, he couldn't use them and they would only get in the way so blocking them out was the best way for now.

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[Xol Zaa Fenn]

<This world is mine, Miss Zann- and don't you forget it.> Xol said before sliding down the slope of the plateau. The gal these people had. Not only had Grace been absent during the robbery, but she sent him two loonies to work with. Mae and Harleen probably would've served better as sandbags than as actually assets to the mission. What made things worse was her armored dog on a leash. Tyr'din was new to the game, and he was going to learn the hard way that there was no honor amongst thieves.

When the group reached the bottom, Xol lead the way off towards the mountains. <You owe me for the idiots you sent with me to rob this place.> Xol grumbled darkly over his shoulder towards Grace. <Frauds like you are expendable, Casualty. Get used to it.> The Tognath shot back at Tyr. He wasn't wrong, either. Nor'baal was notorious for getting tired with his playthings and even Gareth Gin set up the entre Zaa Fenn for the galaxy to gun down all in the name of selfish glory. You had to always stay on your toes and look over your shoulder, or it was you who became Chahsonh's next meal.

Xol slung his Amban Phase pulse rifle into his hands and shoved a cartridge into the chamber. <Maybe you can prove to me that you're worth being kept on a leash. When I'm finished with these pigs, there won't be a singly body to burry- but I can't say the same for you.> Hopefully, Tyr would use that bucket-of-a-head of his to avoid facing obviously larger targets by himself. <Keep your distance. Pigs can't hit shit, but they'll cut you down faster than a Wookiee can pull your arms off with those vibro-axes.> Xol had no intention of getting up close and personal today. He couldn't afford to losing any limbs.

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[Grace Zann]

Grace would walk behind Xol, and eventually start sliding down the hill behind him. She would nod her head as Tyr'din mentioned she would take issue with harm coming to him. "No, I wouldn't have been. Good thing Xol can shoot." She would continue moving downward, and would listen to the enforcer as he spoke. He would insult her mercenaries, call them all expendable, and reaffirm the world belonged to him. How did a guy like this manage to survive in the syndicates? It wasn't by building friendships.

As the reached the bottom of the slope, and the man finished his variety of insults, Grace would respond "Owe you? Don't think I haven't heard about what you did with those credits. You're just lucky you've got skill, that much I can respect..."

The trio found themselves hiding behind a low tree-line, stalking the gamoreans from a distance. Xol's approach was to do thing's at a distance, and Tyr'din would probably follow suit. Grace on the other hand was far more skilled in melee combat. "I can handle them at close range. You two can pick them off from here," she would explain.

The clan seemed to have a large war camp, tents made from hides of beast, and wooden pikes driven into the ground around the area. Grace herself would simply walk out of the bushes and directly to the front of the camp... As she did, the sounds of squeals could be heard from the various warriors. One especially large one would approach her, looking to be a 'leader' of sorts.

<"Why you come to our camp human!? Here to be butchered!?">

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[Tyr'din Selm]

Did he really? He thought to himself as every sharp word the Tognath spoke came crashing in, a fine line was crossed already and now he strode further than before, who did this guy think he is? Regardless even if he desperately wanted to square it up right then and there he was here on business not personal things, every respect that the Tognath had earned himself during the strafings near Paradise City he had made sure to lose in Tyr'din.

"A reminder that we are here to do work."

He gave back sharply but the undertone in his voice spoke lengths about his actual intentions, the tension could practically be felt when he retorted, there were so many words forcefully left unspoken for the sake of not compromising things in the heat of it, it was however when Xol took a jab at the ability to work and his performance that Tyr'din took it especially personal, you could hear the sound of his leather gloves clenching together.

"Careful what you wish for."

He gave back with a cautioning tone of adversity, and it was true, he should be careful for any step further and the "Fraud" as he so colourfully labled it would show him how the ground tastes, however it was when they came up on their quarry his gaze would turn forwards, now thoroughly zoned in his attention drawn to Grace's advance, he shuffled forth his heavy blaster letting it twirl forth counter clockwise.

He was waiting for the perfect moment to start a Aerial assault. Whilst Xol brought a rifle Tyr'din elected he needed no such thing as it was very unlikely something would reach him in the Air doing one man strafing runs with his Jetpack.

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[Xol Zaa Fenn]

<Consider it collateral for your lack of leadership.> Xol spat back at Grace before ushering himself off into a thicket where he could shoot from a distance unseen. The Tognath paid no attention to anything Tyr had to say, for in Xol's eyes, the Mando-Fan still needed to prove himself to be more than a fool hardy warrior. When Grace decided she was going to fight the Gamorreans head on, Xol sighed with disdain. Regardless of whether or not she could use the Force and wield a lightsaber, these guys were specially trained in tearing up everything in their way within their arm's reach.

When the biggest of the Gamorreans came to intimidate Grace, Xol lined up his sights and popped off a shot. In an instant, the once towering pig was nothing more than a pile of ash along with the weapons and armor that it once carried. This, however, would get an arousal from the rest of the clans. Most were utterly terrified because it looked like Grace had simply stared at the biggest guard before it disintegrated while the rest were scrambling to get their defenses ready.

<You want me to show you respect, Casualty? Prove your worth the effort!> Xol rambled into the commlink before reloading his pulse rifle, taking aim on the Gamorreans arming heavy weaponry. However, instead of aiming for the men arming the weapons, Xol spotted their external powerpacks. Upon hitting them, a huge explosion followed after. This way, Xol could take out multiple birds with one stone. <Primative assholes...>

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[Grace Zann]

As Grace stared down the massive chief, he would suddely burst into a pile of ashes thanks to Xol's shot. This cause the rest of the gamorreans to begin frantically cowering in fear, and some of them would start reading their weapons. Rather than draw her weaponry, Grace would simply begin walking closer. As she did, an external power pack would explode in the area! It knocked down several more of the gammorreans who were all distracted by the approaching woman. Again, it would create the illusion that she was the one doing all these things.

What followed was a number of panicked squeals as some would actually drop their weapons, while others would charge at the intruder. <"Die witch!"> one of their warriors would shout. He would run at her with a vibro axe raised above his head, but before he could bring the weapon down on top of her, his hands would suddenly freeze in the air. He was being restrained by the force, as Grace simply lifted a hand in focus. "That's right. Fear me. The people of Pzob sent me to rid their world of you all. This is something I can accomplish peacefully, or with war."

She would clench her hand into a fist, causing the warrior's hands to buckle and snap under the weight of the force. The axe he once held would suddenly drop to the ground as he shouted in agony. <"Graaah... My arms... MY ARRRMMMSSS."> Meanwhile Grace would only chuckle. "I know how you people work. Only the strongest lead, and you're loyal to your leaders... Seeing as the big one is dead, it looks like you all need a new chief." Tyr'din knew how Grace operated, she'd rather make new allies then enemies. Xol on the other hand only seemed to be out for himself. If he blew this plan for her...

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[Tyr'din Selm]

Behind that Visor teeth grinded against teeth, he was about this close to start something if the Tognath didn't contain himself but the fact that he fired away just like that without a plan without rime or reason made him think about who was the greenhorn here, if he had the time or effort he would go off on him but neither of those two luxuries were afforded to him, he was required in the Air.

He jetted off leaving a sizeable dust cloud in the nearest vicinity of Xol as he broke through the lush foliage and came up hovering almost directly over Grace, he saw another Gammorean rush Grace despite the astonishing display of Intimidation... Gammoreans were stubborn he wasn't suprised but afore he could reach her his blaster pistol discharged two precise bolts back to back sounding almost like he shot them at the same time giving the Gammorean in question two new eyesockets before they keeled over.

On the other side more to Grace's direct right a group of them had gathered by now ready to rise to combat but the entrance of the sudo-Mandalorian made them pause and raise their gaze which was met with the end of a vambrace pointing down at them, even Gammoreans knew what wrist Rockets were only difference being there hadn't been one fired yet.

"Dont even think about! You move and i'll blow your asses to pieces! Listen to her now or i'll make sure you wish you weren't born!"

The response was... apprehensive silence, there was no advancement from the Camp but also no retreat, it was hard to tell if they were willing to yield or not, however some understood, even primitive folk valued life over death.

"Don't make this uglier than it is."

There was one factor he hadn't considered yet, Xol, and if his deductions were any sound... all his hard work could be made even harder if someone couldn't control their triggerfinger.

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[Xol Zaa Fenn]

After Tyr and Grace seemed to have the situation under control, Xol held his fire. There wasn't any point in obliterating more of the Gamorreans if they could be used for literally anything besides target practice. So, Xol slung his pulse rifle over his shoulder and stood from up from his hiding spot, deciding to sit down with his back to a tree. For some reason, he began thinking of Akka again. This usually happened when he used her Amban Phase Pulse Rifle, but he felt...different.

Xol felt bad. Not for the Gamorreas he disintegrated, no, but for the way he treated everyone he met. Maybe it was because Xol didn't want to get attached. Maybe it was because he knew that if he did get attached, then it would hurt that much more if he lost them. The Tognath had distanced himself from everyone and still clung onto the source of his anger like a fish battling the hook of a fishing rod, awaiting the inevitable.

The Enforcer took the pulse rifle in his hands and brushed the dirt and dust of it. Xol swore he could hear Akka whispering to him, 'Let go.' But Xol didn't want to let go! Akka was his everything...Zaa Fenn was his everything...Gram Van Alasdaire was his everything...and Xol had lost it all. Gareth was in prison, Gram had no head, and Akka was buried on this very planet. She died in his arms in the Calypso II after fleeing from Eriadu. He felt like she was still in his arms right now.

Let go.

Xol wished he had tear ducts so he could ball his eyes out, but all he could do was stare at his rifle. Longing for something that would never be. So, Xol started by getting up on his feet and walking towards Grace. He stood next to her with vigor in his soul, for there was something the Tognath could change.

His heart.

<Listen up, scug-rats, 'cause I'm only going to say this once.> Xol hissed at the remaining Gamorreans, grabbing their attention. <This is Grace Zann of the Zann Consortium. She's not backstabbing Hutt nor a prideful Lion. Miss Zann demands respect and loyalty, and in return you shall recieve the same. However, if you think you're tough enough to deceive her, you'll be dealing with me and Mister Selm, above. I've never had pork before, but I've always been willing to give it a try...> The Enforcer snarled. The Gamorreans all looked to each in agreement- there would be no fighting today. <Any questions?> Xol's harsh voice echoed over the quiet masses.

<Good. Now you can start showing your new leader some respect by taking a knee. Bow, you damn pigs!> And as the Tognath had ordered them, the pigs all hurriedly dropped to a knee. Herd mentality was the perfect way to sway a mob- especially when they had the IQ of a tea spoon. After Xol finished his little speech, he walked off back towards his tree, huffing and puffing out of self-loathing and anger.

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[Grace Zann]

Grace's eyes would shift as yet another one of the warriors attempted to charge her, but thankfully Tyr'din managed to gun him down from above. It was then after that the flying bodyguard would command them to listen to Grace's words. His actions would be met by a smirk from his boss, happy he had stepped in at just the right moment.

Unexpectedly, Xol would make his way over to the scene. She hadn't noticed him until the very moment he began talking. To her surprise, the man would back her up as well, telling the gamorreans to begin groveling before the woman at that. One of them would begin stuttering, <"Y-y-yes! As you all say."> he would then bow down, followed quickly by the rest of the remaining clansmen. Though these warriors were under their command now, Grace couldn't afford for them to be seen on Pzob again. They needed to show the locals they could remove threats. However, the would make excellent guards for Hypori once they had paradise City up and running.

The woman would look over to Xol with a very pleased look. "I take it we've earned your respect then? I can tell you talk big, but have a good heart. If you're interested, I'd like to do something for you..." She would look over to Tyr'din before giving him a nod. She would let him know the man had shaped up a bit. She could practically feel his emotions.

"Gamorreans, what is the name of your clan?" She would ask. One of the smaller ones would answer, <"Glorish! Clan Glorish."> She would continue, "Then you are of this clan no longer. From now on you work for the Zann Consortium, and are under the command of Captain Xol... Should he accept such a title..." She would offer, looking to the man eagerly.

"It's time someone showed you some respect for once." She would explain. Sure the move was a gamble, but she knew how much of an asset such a man could be to the consortium.

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[Tyr'din Selm]

"I hear Gammoreans are loyal People, where I come from they are treasured as dutiful Warriors."

He descended after he retracted his arm back coming to a touch down right next to Grace, he patted himself off just a little bit as he threw up a little dust as he came down, his gaze immedietly came forwards regarding the Gammoreans infront of them, this was bad, if they thought any of these words are an insult they could resume fighting any moment, however feeling a bit more on the showoff side today he was content on that even if they made that choice that they would meat a gruesome end... The Gammoreans that is.

Twirling his Blaster clockwise once then twice counter clockwise before snugly shuffling it into its holster he hooked two thumbs along his Belt, there was a Gamorrean that looked him up and down as if he saw a ghost or the grim reaper himself but Tyr'din payed it no heed, with Xol finally speaking like a proper man he saw no reason to harbor grudges, he was above that afterall business is business, and there is a place for everyone, even those that cherish hiding away all they have.

"Glorish, now thats a name one can be proud of no? You all know basic, you know the word GLORY no? Why not fight for that Glory in a cause that is more than just clan feuds? Think about it, with us you'll gain glory and recognition even beyond this Planet."

He chimed in as he then looked along Grace over to Xol, his Visor settled on him for a very long time, whilst reading a Tognath's facial structure was something he couldn't do he always had a knack to know when someone was hurting.

"So what do you say? You wanna stay in your tents and fight only when provoked? Or do you want to be the glorious guards you could become?"

Hesitation... before a congruent affirmation came forth in those grunts some of them raised their axes high as they regarded Xol, their supposed Captain, however as Xol went on his way... the Gammoreans turned their gaze to Grace one of them stepping forwards raising a pudgy yet strong fist to his chest.

<"Me of Glorish will fight for Zann.">

Leaning forwards to speak to Grace he went hushed for a moment so that only she could her whilst eyeing Xol as he went off on his own.

"You inspire the Gamorreans, ill speak to him. Make him an offer... everyone has a price."

He would say that phrase... that everlasting phrase that rung true to Grace she knew it better than anyone else and just as he spoke it he made his way to go after Xol, he accelerated his stride a bit to catch up with him and unless he protested he would speak.

"All things considered, that was some fine shooting."

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[Xol Zaa Fenn]

Xol stopped dead in his tracks when he overheard Grace's gracious offer. However, he didn't turn to face the two Consortium leaders and dropped his gaze to his feet, taking steady breaths. Xol Zaa Fenn...was a murderer...a heartless killer...and the soulless pirate of a man looked at the Amban Phase Pulse Rifle that had once belonged to Akka Zaa Fenn. With every innocent life he took with that weapon, Xo further tarnished his beloved's memory. There was no need for it anymore. Xol wanted to let go...

Then, Tyr'din approached the Tognath. <I am a bad man, Tyr'din. But you are a good one. And a good man..." Xol turned to face Tyr'din, offering the pulse rifle to the non-Mandalorian. <...Deserves a good weapon. Take it.> It was the least the Tognath coud do after the nasty things he called his fellow enforcer. <Every Mandalorian I've met has one. Now you'll blend in perfectly.> Xol's tone was sad and distraught. There was no longer an attachment for the weapon that Xol felt.

<I am flattered by your offer, Grace. But where would I lead them? Nor'baal placed a bounty on my head...He'll increase it if he doesn't get what he wants. Imagine what he'd do to you and Tyr.> Xol explained, looking over to Grace. The Enforcer was done making messes just to make them. Now, he was only going to kill with intent and take the lives of those who challenged his own. Nor'baal made a bounty alright, but if the Hutt wasn't alive to transfer the credits to Xol's killer, then Xol wouldn't have to worry about having a killer.

Besides, Tyr and Grace had a connection with each other that Xol once had with a special someone. Xol did not want these two to suffer the heartache Xol had walked alone with for so long. The death of a loved one was never something you could simply shrug of. It stayed with you to your grave if you didn't get lucky enough to find someone new.

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[Grace Zann]

Grace was very surprised at Xol's gestrue of kindness toward Tyr'din, maybe that would even fan the flames between the two of them. She surly hoped so, because she could feel that there was good in the tognath. Of course, he mentioned there was a bounty on his head, but it just so happened that she knew something he didn't.

"Actually Xol... Nor'baal thinks you're dead. When he saw you get shot at that party, someone already collected your bounty. besides, if he finds out about you, I'll offer him some credits to smooth things over. Just... Try not to insult him again-- I know, that's hard... But ya know..." It would then be that the enforcer lacked direction. Where would he lead these gamorreans? It just so happened that Grace had the perfect place, and the perfect job for these guys.

"On Hypori, we've just finished construction of Paradise City. It's a scoundrel's paradise, but it needs guards... That's where they, and you, come in. There is no law in Paradise City, but you could be the law." She would place a hand on his shoulder, and would begin to explain her vision. "What I'm about to tell you is going to sound ridiculous... But... I see a future where the Five Syndicates rule the galaxy. If we want that, then I need people with ambition, people with skill, people like you..."

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[Tyr'din Selm]

"Friend, I would, but I cannot accept this."

Tyr'din placed a hand on the Rifle before slowly pressing it back into Xol's arms, it was not out of disrespect, unwillingness to take it or because he thought that it was subpar to his tastes. No. This weapon meant something, it was the memory of something, something that Tyr'din didn't know and if he took it up without knowledge or meaning it would tarnish that memory and that would be a far greater shame than discarding it.

"The pain you feel, I have once felt."

He would say as he patted the Rifle that was offered to him as it rested in Xol's arms, he used this time where Grace was still out of earshot to look over to her, a thousand words could describe the gaze and even with the Helmet on Xol knew, there was someone that wasn't saying everything, someone that just marched out of the sake of a memory, a new purpose perhaps, in truth, Tyr'din saw in Grace someone he had once lost and clung onto that with all he could, he hoped he never had to tell her out of fear that that would compromise things.

"Memories are important, its what keeps people alive even after we parted with them, instead of keeping things the way they are forge something new in honor of what you once believed in."

He gestured to the Rifle as if he used it as a tool to make him understand, despite his deductions being very sound it would be apparent that neither Grace nor Tyr'din seemed to be actively close to one another which could easily make him guess that either neither of them had opened up or they actively chose not to open up.

"And as you already said, Im not a Mandalorian, and that. That is your Weapon. Dont apologize to me, there is no need. Be better instead, not for us... but for the Memory. You should name it, it deserves one."

If there was no Helmet Barrier the Tognath would've seen the man give a reassuring wink before clapping him on the Shoulders to reassure him, it was then that Grace came over to speak her piece.

"So what do you say, Xol? Ready to forge anew? Afterall, everyone has their Price."

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[Xol Zaa Fenn]

When Tyr'din refused the gift, Xol wasn't angry for some reason. Then, when Tyr'din began speaking, it gave Xol a sense of peace he hadn't felt since his days with Zaa Fenn. He had lost everything. First, it was his crew and captain. Then, it was his first home and his beloved and his leader. Following that came the end of his best friend and his family. And now...now he was being offered something. A leader, a purpose, a people, and memory.

What made things even better was Grace's knowledge on the bounty! Sure, Xol might not be off the hook for long, but now he could at least prepare himself. Grace Zann and Tyr'din were his new Preef Callo and Kara Lok. The Zann Consortium was just a few letter away from being the Zaa Fenn Consortium anyway. After considering these things, Xol began to nod his head slowly, look from Tyr's T-visor to Grace's firm gaze. Finally, his eyes laid on his rifle. It's purpose for violence was over, but Xol was not giving it away. It would be a trophy and memento of Akka's life.

<I'm in.> Xol looked up from his rifle, slinging it over his shoulder. <But no captains! Sherriff Zaa Fenn has a nicer ring to it.> Xol grumbled before walking past the two to face the confused Gamorreans. <Which would make you all my lovely deputies, detectives, and bouncers! Enjoy your promotion while it lasts.> Xol's tone was not as harsh as before, and his little statement earned a few excited squeals and bellows.

<I do love it here, however. I spotted an abandoned ranch a few kilometers back...I think I'm going to forge something anew out of it.> Xol chuckled lightly. <You two will always be welcome there once it's finished...you'll be more welcomed if you help me finish it.> The Tognath teased pleasantly. He already had a name for the rifle, but he kept it to himself. It didn't need to be shared as it's origin was never shared. It would be an equally mysterious secret that only Xol would know, and that thought made him happy. Because Akka would always be his and Xol would always be hers.

In this life...

Or the next.

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[Grace Zann]

With Xol now on board, and the Gamoreans following his lead, the people of Pzob were safe from the clan. Grace had done good on her deal, and soon the protection money would start flowing to the Zann Consortium. The world was now under their control, and soon Paradise City would have proper protection. All the pieces were falling into place, and their syndicate grew ever stronger. Soon it would be time to take things a step further... become one of the big five. It was just a dream for now, but someday, it would become a reality.

"Then we are done for now. I look forward to seeing more of you my friend." She would mention to Xol. Then she would turn to Tyr'din, "Good work. Let's get out of here hotshot."