Death, your best friend.

[Vosh Deo]

When one learns of their best friends death, knowing they could have been there to help. They don't typically come back all the same, in the case of Vosh Deo he had lost the one man he saw as a friend. Yet that was ages ago, something he should have let go, just as he left the Deathwatch to make his own addends. Now it was time to learn of the new order of things, he'd been gone for too long.

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"Yes, I do know there is a new Leader. I do plan to find him - What? No. No I'm not going to kill him, yet, maybe, listen I don't know all I'm asking is that you keep your speeder ready and hot when I give the call. -- Stop. Shut up. I don't pay you to talk back to me you damn fucking droid. Deo out.
Remember, you ditch me, I will have you for scrap."

And as soon as the talk had ended with bounty hunter, Vosh stood from the street corner. He had hidden away in the city. Silently gather as much info as he could on the Duke. A brown cloak had covered his body, flicking his wrists up the brown hood went over his Mandalorian helm. The once light brown cloak had started to darken as he made his way into the streets. It was crowded with all kinds of things, merchants, bounty hunters, Mandlorians, he even saw a Jedi or two. That wasn't his main focus though, Kalan, Who was this man and why was he risen to power so quickly. Vosh shook his head while he pushed a few people out of his way. As he passed the down town area was booming with the night life, bars had their music far too loud, the people stumbling in the streets, laughing, yelling all could be heard as Vosh moved through the crowds.

After a few hours of walking, Vosh stopped at a rather large building. Grand, it truly was a work of art. It was pitch black around the gates though, only lighting up with Lighting shot across the sky. Vosh just stood at the front gates, while the guard who had been more or less asleep shifted to look at the one standing before him. He stood up grumbling, his hand rubbed at his blood shot eyes. The small door hissed while the human man stepped out.

"Sir, this is private property, If you don't leave I'm going to have to call the police. You have to lea-"

Vosh lowered his hood slowly, his gloved hands gripping at the edges of the cloak. The black visor slowly turned to look at the man. He threw the cloak to the ground showing the slick black Mandalorian armor. He raised his wrist and fired a small dart into the mans neck. The body crumbled to the wet smooth ground with a thud. Now the fun had begun.

Quickly Vosh punched in the code for his armor to shimmer, then slip away into the dark of night. The guards would do their rounds, when that front gate guard didn't call in. This place would be buzzing..So Vosh had to be quick, he dashed far from the front gates which seemed to loom over it all, the guard towers on the edges, it was truly impressed. Yet this didn't stop Vosh, no, he made his way to the Eastern side. It was the exit for the workers, though he didnt have an I.D card and they have the biometeric scanner...This wasn't going to be easy. A growl slipped from his lips while he walked away. Waiting for someone to get on a smoke break. That...Never came. Vosh punched into the ground letting out a loud (yet muffled) yell which only truly he heard due to the helm.

He sat in the rain, thinking, there had to be a way in. -- The guard towers. Perfect. Vosh stood up and looked up at the rather large tower, the glass was light up so the guards where there. He backed up a bit to start off with a running start he shot the "toe" Cable.

Ku-thunk

Perfect, it'd landed right on the top air filter port. His fingers wrapped around the wire as he started to make his slow climb up the long tower. This dead of night truly gave him the advantage. He wasn't sure how long it'd take until he was spotted, he was being sloppy, this wasn't how it was suppose to go. As he made it to the clear glass he peered in. Two Guards. Didn't notice him yet.. Yet. Vosh let out a shakey breath trying his best to climb up the glass with out a sound. Which. Failed. One of the guards snapped to look at the Mandalorian. Vosh's head darted back down to make "eye" contact. Quickly he climbed up quicker. But the Alarms now blared.

"God. Damnit."

Vosh no longer had to hide the fact he was here, so with a jump off the tower his jetpack engaged. He flew quickly through the air as the bolts wizzed past him, some even scrapped off his armor. A hiss slipped from his lips as one bounced off his helm. He'd have to buff that one out. Just as he was about to make it to what seemed to be a manner a well placed shot took out his Jetpack. Spinning and tumbling Vosh fell to the earth with speed. But his hand shot out and clung to one of the edges of the grand building. He let out a pained wail as his arm stretched and popped. But he couldn't stop, he had to keep climbing. With a tug at his hand he pulled himself up huffing.

"Why don't things ever go as planned..."

He turned his head to look at the window he had climbed to, seeing his own relfection. He almost felt...bad. He was once part of the Deathwatch which he left so suddenly. Randomly. All for the loss of his friend. The touching moment was cut short as another bolt wizzed past him. Groaning he took out his own blaster, pressed it against the glass and fired. I wonder what was on the other side while he Tumbled in.

 

[Prudence]

The Citadel of House Ordo was truly a testament to the House's demeanor and stature. The entire building looked like a single piece of obsidian stone, carved into a multifaceted towering structure, stretching out into one of Ordo's many seas. The builidng was difficult to get into with permission, and even more difficult to get into without permission―one of the many reasons that it maintained one of Kalan Ordo's favorite places to be. Within the armored walls of his citadel was one of the few places that the paranoid Duke could find any rest―though his rest had presently been disturbed. Just as he'd gotten comfortable in his study, his beskar'gam taken off and placed on a nearby armor stand, he heard the wailing alarm of an intruder alert. Unarmored, he was simply wearing his gray tunic, with a black pair of trousers and a matching charcoal coat that stretched nearly to the floor.

Kalan stepped towards his window and could see the brilliant streak of blasters discharging across the lawn, all focusing on a singular target. Kalan stepped away from the window, choosing instead to wait for the intruder, should he come after Kalan, in surprise. He stepped back into the shadows of the opposing wall, his eyes trained on the window from which he had just observed the scene. Reaching towards his belt Kalan withdrew his susnspear pistol, ready to engage whoever would come through it. Surely enough, he heard the telltale sound of a jetpack, before a puttering sound as it was no doubt disabled by his guards, and the scraping crash as someone hit the wall outside of his study. A moment later right light washed into the room, as did shards of glass as someone tumbled through the window.

Kalan was already on the move, his pistol raised towards the man's neck, where no armor protected him from attack, and he narrowed his eyes, "Stand, or make any other sort of aggressive movements and I will end your life just as quickly as it began." His voice was calm, and measured, but firm. He was not afraid, he'd been in much worse situations in the past―and this was still his home turf. "Now why don't you, very quickly, tell me who the hell you are, and why you're crashing through my window."

 

[Vosh Deo]

Vosh groaned in the small moments he had of pain, rushing through his body as the glass shifted under his heaved armor. Suddenly his little groans and moans of pain were cut short as he felt the cool metal of a blaster against his neck. "Ah..f'uck.." Vosh thought to himself. His eyes darted under the blackened visor as it locked with the man now looming over him. His own movements were slow, but steady while his hands lifted up into the sky. "Just a man trying to find his way into this new odd order of the Mandalorians...Which you have changed so much.." His eyes under his hood glared towards the man. A rather large fit of rage had built up into the younger man. Just the site of this man brought confused feelings.

"I was once part of the DeathWatch, before this whole..new up bringing.. I was the spy of the team, working under Pr-....I can't even say his name anymore. But it doesnt matter now does it, you lead the troops, you lead all that follow you. You born on a silver spoon..you'll never replace what the true DeathWatch had. My friends died for this cause, to make this oddity such..a norm for your life. How can you so easily live with this!"