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[Adenn Rytt]

"Lek, Vod, jivaor emuurir eo saca gar, o'yarida gar bal ba'slanar gar o'r slaat par a kisol simir!"
[Yeah, Brother, looks like someone shot you, buried you and left you in the mud for a few year. !]
Adenn laughed a false chuckle which ended briefly.
"Nayc tariuve... lau gi'ah gar pabida amor, vod, gar kyr'amur a ka'nuturiad par bic? Meg gar mirdir gar cuyir nuh'la, nuhunla? Rehlaor kak rud o'r ner adate b jalyr?!"
[No seriously... where did you get the amor, mate, you kill a mando for it? What you think you're funny? Parading yourself around in my people's garb]
he grew angrier as the questioning continued. Adenn Circled the man, like a shark approaching its prey.

 

[Ots]

He remained quiet as the other Mandalorians interogated him, silenty tilting his head in response to the other Mandalorians questioning.

"Meh Ni bu'gar'a jalya emuurir a cataye seyi'r, Ni kapr bu'linara dasa'na gar par ur'asa si'yr."
(If I concerned dressing like a pretty whore, I might consider asking you for decorating tips.) He replied finally breaking his silence
"Nidarna gar bintar, jalya o'r gar cataye beskar'gam emuurir a be'ida be raroe, Ni dont kar'taylir meh Ni amucayac gar surmu'hih gar kovid par o'ea ni ti gar yialeti'r ra dasa'na gar dayn bat a daya."
(Look at you both, dressed in your pretty armor like a couple of broads, I dont know if I slap you upside your heads for bothering me with your bitching or ask you out on a date.) He hissed back

 

[Dolworth]

Dolworth let out an uproarious laughter as he heard the Mandalorian Covered in Mud sass back, "Oh he's one of us alright!" he said as he stretched out his arm "Forgive us Vod. Its just we mistook you for someone who only wore the armor. Do not take offense but your Beskar'gam is in bad shape" he explained, "It is the duty of all who wear this armor of Mandalor to keep things fully maintained and in good shape so you can see why we seemed so...hostile" he said as he bowed his head in apology.

 

[Adenn Rytt]

Adenn Laughed at the small mando.
"You're alright kid! Sorry for the Hostility. There are so few us these days... you gotta make sure people aren't going around wearing mandalorian armor. I am Adenn Rytt, the kid back there is my nephew, Etr and this is Dolworth Solus"

 

[Ots]

"Well met vode, I am Ots Sla'gyr, I haven't seen anyone else in a while, what are you guys doing out this way?"
said Ots extending his hand to shake solus's
" I apologize for the condition of my my armor Its spent many decades on Mimban, and it saw a lot of action before it came came into my possession."
He apologized

 

[Dolworth]

"Supplies, maintenance...wine, women, song...the usual after a long haul." explained Dolworth. He looked again at Ots' Beskar'gam and let out a shrug, "I'm sorry Lad but I got to ask and again don't take offense to this but...when was the last time you gave that poor set a good cleanup!?" he asked a bit sad for the armor.

 

[Ots]

" Mimban isn't a place of cleanliness, so developing a skill of cleaning armor isn't a skill worth pursuing.
Chuckled Ots

 

[Rowa]

"By the way" the woman spoke up, "Im Jenna Inabe...You?" she asked as she looked at him with a smile.

Rowa stared at her for a moment, a bit confused by the...nature of this Jedi. Master Xerxes always depicted them as stoic, disciplined, albeit misguided siblings of the Force who were once the Sith's mortal enemies on the Galactic Stage who sought their destruction...This Inabe woman was...odd...

"Rowa...n" replied Rowa, "My name is Rowan" he replied, honestly not good with coming up with clever names.

"Rowan? That's a nice name" Inabe replied with a smile, "Got a first name or is it just Rowan?" she asked with a chuckle as they moved through the streets.

"Just Rowan Miss Inabe" he replied, wanting to get back to his ship as fast as he could...

 

[Dolworth]

"Mimban?!" said Dolworth as he looked the Mandlaorian up and down, "Well, that explains alot!" he looked over at Adenn, "You can head onto the Pleasure Decks Vod, I think I can handle the offloading of the weapons." he stated, "Besides, I think I can barter some of this stuff to help Ots here get his gear fixed up" he chuckled, "If you don't mind of course" he asked Ots.

 

[Ots]

" That is fine with me vod, I have acually been thinking about fixing it for a while, of course I haven't had enough credits to."
Said Ots

 

[Talon Vizsla]

Talon shook his head as he moved on from the dealership; everything there was crap.
He needed something big, something that could hold his bounties. Something that didn't suck, quite frankly.
Sure, his ship was big enough, but no cells, no room, weak shields, needed 2 people, and kriff he needed to sell that pirate droid...
He thanked the shop owner and moved on, finding the next shop.
He skimmed up and down the possibilities; some cruisers, corvettes, even luxury; this place was decent. Maybe he'd find what he need. He walked up to the owner. "Hey, you...got anything with cells? Starfighter, prisoner transport sort of thing? I'm a bounty hunter; tell me what you got."
"Ahh, Mando, for that answer you must answer yourself...what can you afford?"
"I've got an SS-54; illegal without licensing but so must be any other ship you've got in here. And don't ask if I've got the licensing because I don't."
"An unliscensed SS-54? Listen, mando, I've got something that'll fit you PERFECTLY...thing is, that's not enough for me."
Talon hesitated, wanting to play this out.
"Well...I've got a RT droid..."
"And...?"
"His programming sucks. He wants to destroy everything around him...however, I think that with an SS-54 should be enough."
"You've got to be kidding me." Talon shrugged.
"Fine by me." He began walking away when the man stopped him.
"But maybe...maybe we can make things work."
Talon grinned; he was in business.

 

[Dolworth]

"Vod Helps Vod" stated Dol as he patted Ots, "Well help with covering the costs. First well need to know whats damaged and whats not" he stated as he looked over Ots gear...covered in mud, "eeehhh...On second Thought I think the first thing well need to do is clean that armor Vod" he looked over at Adenn, "Do you have something to help get this gunk off?"

 

[Ots]

" I dont think I have anything vod, but there should be something around here."
Responded Ots

 

[Rowa]

"So, aside from getting some weapons" she said chuckling upon noticing he was practically carrying his new gear in folded arms, "What are you doing here in the middle of nowhere?" she asked curiously.

Rowa kept everything in him from rolling his eyes, wanting to get out of there, but realized it could cause more trouble for him if he didn't at least respond, "Well I came here for this" noting his arm full of weapons, "And I was here to get some power cells for my BG Unit" he explained.

"I see" she responded.

"And..." His stomach growled without warning, "...to get some food into my system" he said with a touch of annoyance.

Jenna chuckled again as she tugged him by his jacket, "Well there is a cantina up ahead. Might as well grab something to eat!" she said pulling him along.

Rowa was about to protest but before he could they were already moving. He shook his head with indefference, Maybe I can gleam the status of the Jedi from this he thought as he placed the Vibrobayonet between his teeth. He then went about strapping the rail holster to his thigh, grumbling a bit to do that while walking. Jenna suddenly stopped, reaching for the bayonet and causing Rowa to jerk back.

"Oh!" she gasped, "Great Reflexes! Sorry I noticed you were having some trouble and was trying to help!" she explained. Rowa calmed for a moment, nodding for a sec before allowing her to take the bayonet from his mouth. After finally setting the rail holster in place he slid and locked his new pistol on the rail. He gave a sigh before seeing Inabe handing him the Bayonet back. They resumed walking while he strapped the knifes scabbard to his left hip. He groaned in his mind, still feeling naked without his lightsaber as one of the cantinas on the Market Promenade came into view...

 

[Dreytha Andess]

Dreytha had heard that Adenn Rytt and the others had gone to the space circle to sell some guns and wanted to meet up with them. She gave her clearance code, landed, and then proceeded to look for them.

 

[Adenn Rytt]

Adenn looked up and down at Ots,
"Sure can, the Spookys got the Equipment to clean his Kit, dont mind the Massiffs, vod, theyre harmless in their kennels"
He looked over at Etr
"Etr! this is a good chance to learn basic armor care and see how to clean a kit from a warzone. Help Ots and Dolworth see to that. I need To take care of some business."
Etr nodded and ran over to Ots. Adenn proceeded to answer a call from Dreytha, She had landed.

 

[Ots]

" Thanks vod, you have been very helpful, and I don't get scared of Massiffs."
Ots replied
" What type of equipment do you have vod?"

 

[Dolworth]

Dolworth nodded and gestured Ots and Etr to follow him to the Mistress. The two waited outside as he brought what looked like two pales of warm soapy water, a pack of what smelled like some grease, and some dirty rags. He removed his helmet, revealing his brownish red curls and heavy greenish yellow eyes as he stared up at the two with a crooked grin.

"Right, first things first. Ots...get out of your armor" he said looking at Ots, "Trust me you can't clean it if it's still on you Vod. So we can either do it here or inside the Mistress but one way or another that armor has to come off ya."

 

[Ots]

" Would I have to take my helmet off? No living person has seen my face since I put the helmet on."
replied Ots
" But I guess you are a trustworthy vod, so I feel comfortable enough to."
Said Ots
When he took off his helmet, he revealed his curly brown hair, brown eyes, and dark skin. Once he took his helmet off he took a rag out of his pocket and wiped off his face, revealing a scar streching across his forehead.

 

[Dolworth]

Dolworth noted the face and nodded, “The Reslo’nare can be interpreted in many ways, so long as they are respected and followed.” responded Dolworth having Ots set each piece in an organized pattern. He looked over at the underlying body glove the armor attaches to and winced. It was practically falling apart.

“What size are you?” Dolworth asked pointing at the body glove, hoping he was big enough for the spares he or Adenn had.