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[Xim Zhan]

Xim remained silent standing alongside the leader of Rancor Squadron. At least nobody was shooting as initially implied right off. Maybe they could settle this civilly. A smile tugged at the edge of his mouth behind is helmet as @Dar'Manda stood alongside him. He was wary of her sightless vision; but he appreciated she could see the greater picture. He knew that @Wer Tracyn, his clan mate, would leap into the fray by his side, if warranted; the Mandalorian hoped it would not be. He listened as @Hauron Solus queried the idea of reading @Cremek "Krayt" Candorus ’s navigation logs. It was not something, Xim would have consented to; but then again it was not his soul they were quibbling over.

“Who isn’t,” he muttered under his breath as the wanted man confirmed that he was what every one of them most likely were, a murderer. A pacifist Mandalorian did not usually survive long.

Considering the consent given, and already wary of the whole circumstance, Xim left Hauron’s side and made his way through the blowing dust, his green armorweave waiverinf over his shoulder in the wind, toward the TIE with a knowing nod to Cremek. He was willing to give the man a chance. If he was found to be an imposter or infidel, it would become apparent readily enough; and if he had forsaken his past, that would become apparent as well. It would be easy enough to allow the man to turn himself over to any of the hunters here, for justice, as he claimed. If he was a pretender, Clan Getacerar would be the first to see that he was brought to justice and did not escape into the cosmos.

As he stopped before @Miri Kryze and her sister, Xim looked at them both. “Nasty business.” he remarked. “Lets get it cleared up.” He gestured to the ship. Together they could check the logs. As a pilot, nav logs was one thing he understood. And then maybe they could get back to the business at hand.

 

[Rath Jell]

Rath had been simply watching the exchange. The group of Mandalorians was all grouping up against one who arrived in a tie. He was being labeled as a sith and murderer. The man openly admitted to his crimes claiming to be seeking retribution. The group of Mandalorians was split it seemed on how to deal with the individual.

Rath just continued watching the sight unfold. He knew the sith had used his people before for their machinations. Yet there was plenty of people watching the sith and his ship. He brought his E-11d into his hands as a precaution but kept it aimed downwards.

@peeps

 

[Cremek "Krayt" Candorus]

Just as cremek had said, the information was in plain sight, as he confessed earlier, he was at the mindor, but he had told the truth on both accounts, there had not been any sith communications in months, and he had mostly stuck to mandalorian space save for one jump in recent time from umbara, to hoth, to Mustafar, then to several other systems, a few months ago, but he never once returned to either of those planets, also a log detailing his adoption of feifi, his duel on Mustafar, and how he was left to rot, though he mused that at the very least he could make his own choices now.

@peepssnoopingoncremekspersonalproperybecuaseyourmenies>:D

 

[Faela]

Faela sat there drumming her fingers on the armrest, annoyed and bored. Then there was a melodic chime and she perked up. A smirk appeared on her lips as the spike popped out of the navi-computer. She immediately set to work downloading the contents of this individual's Navi-computer onto her phone. She hummed happily as she did so, her mood brightening considerably.

Within a couple of seconds Faela had everything, everywhere he'd been in this ship was all at her fingertips, on her phone. She plucked the spike free, slid it into the slot on her wrist pad, then she casually drew her blaster pistol and shot the navi-computer. No one else was getting those hunting grounds, no competition, she'd have the only copy of this navi-computer.

Right as she was holstering her blaster pistol, Miri and another Mandalorian rounded the corner. Faela cocked her head to the side curiously and addressed her sister.

<What're you doing back here?> She asked. <Is the bounty still active?> She continued as she hopped out and peaked around the wing of the TIE. <Why haven't they claimed it yet?> She continued. <If they won't we will, come sister, we have a bounty to claim.>

Faela would shove the other warrior out of her way, she didn't have time for "pleasantries". She'd head towards Cremek, her Carbine raised and primed to fire.

<Move aside or join him Sith lovers. His Navi-computer linked him to Mindor, he was there. He's ours.>

 

[Cremek "Krayt" Candorus]

Cremek crossed his arms.

"I said I was, Didn't you listen? and for the last time, I'm not sith anymore, now think what your doing, I will not start a fight against my own people but I damn well will defend myself, and I guarantee you will learn very quickly I'm quite a dangerous adversary, so I implore you grow some senses, the more we fight each other the more people like raze and ACTUAL sith win!"

He prepared himself to deflect a bolt of needed with his saber guantlet, though he had it inactive to demonstrate he still wasent here to fight his own people.

@peeps

 

[Miri Kryze]

Miri's hand raised in front of Faela. A gentle, silent shake of her head telling her that this wasn't the way. "One like this will continue raising a bounty," she said through their direct comlink. "Small game now, big game later. The ship and lightsaber are more than enough." She wasn't one to waste a good opportunity. She also wasn't one to take from another hunter what was rightfully theirs. There was nothing worse than Jace taking a bounty she had spent a month tracking; she wouldn't do the same.

"Get our people back to the ship. Tow this credit pile. Living waters aren't worth breathing the same air as them," she said.

@Apollyon

 

[Faela]

Miri stopped Faela in the most sisterly of ways. She explained her views and position. Faela’s tail twitched in irritation, her ears would have been pinned back if it weren’t for her helmet. Miri was right, she hated to admit it but she was right.

<Fine,> She replied over their closed channel, her helmeted gaze cast back towards Cremek and the others. <We’ll leave this small fish to his protectors.> She spat.

Faela switched to her clan’s private communications channel. She requested the twenty or so House Kryze warriors to fall back and begin setting up the TIE for towing. It was theirs now and they’d fight for it.

<Rancor Squadron.> She hissed openly. <So much for standing against the Sith.> She spat gesturing to Cremek after his own admission. <Hypocrites.>

With that Kryze would finish the process of towing the TIE away and take their leave. If any tried to stop or intrude, they’d find blasters raised. Miri was right, these warriors weren’t worth sharing air with.

/exitthreadattempt

 

[Cremek "Krayt" Candorus]

insulting him, fine, he had earned the scorn, but to insult the rest of them? the sheer idiocracy, it was now cremek finnaly snapped, tired of the kryze's bullshit, he would extend his hand to the ship.

"size.. matters not."

cremek would deadstare the kyrze filth

"No one protects me, they likely wish to see me dead as much as you do, I allow insults to roll off my back, but to insult others who have ZERO connection to me or my past crimes is foolish and incompetent, to judge one for the actions of another is nothing short of the actions of a coward, you do not know them, so do not presume to judge them."

he growled, about to absolutely lose it. he was cruel, bloodthirsty, ill tempered, willing to slaughter anyone in his way to get what he wants, but to judge others, especially as a mandalorian, was something else..

Ooc: thanks for the feedback!

 

[Virgo Armegedon-Lok]

Behind narrowing eyes, Virgo turned away from the group and walked away, her cursing echoing aloud across the landscape and the ears of all within range. "Ori'buyce, kih'kovid!" She exclaimed in aggravation, her mind flowing from their petty squabbles toward the horizon and the true reason she had came. She had followed Xim and Wer into Rancor Squadron on the basis of honor and duty, but all she had seen were remnants of greed and mistrust. To her, it matter not whether he was Sith or Jedi, the distractions of Arasuum. What mattered was if he followed Kad Ha'rangir and the Resol'nare. Death was a part of what it meant to be Mandalorian. It was to kill or be killed. This was the way.

To speak of murder or injustice amongst them laid in the tongue of the misguided. She could be called such, just as sure as she was about any of them. To one or another, if they had taken a life whether in cold blood or in battle, someone would always see them as such. This farce was menial and distracted. She had came to claim the Living Waters and reignite the Forge in the name of Kad Ha'rangir, to cleanse Mandalore of Arasuum and his agents of Sloth. Driving her unsheathed blade into the soil of the cliff overlooking Sundara, she knelt to the western sun and began to pray.

Memories of her childhood would wrap her mind in a disdainful recollection. If these Mandalorians would hold such ill harbor toward one as Cremek, then where would they hold her? She was a spawn of a Jedi whom found everlasting love in a Sith. Both had left behind their perspective Orders and lives in order to have her and her brothers. And for it, they paid the ultimate price. She still bore the scars of that night when her Uncle Vök came for his retribution, both in body and in mind. But that hate she felt from that night? Lost to the Dune Sea just as the home she was born into. In her life as a Mandalorian, a member of Clan Lok, she realized that death was a part of life as much as was battle. There should never be ill will harbored for the dance they all share.

As she finished her prayer, she placed her helm back atop her head and sealed it with a hiss.

 

[Wer Tracyn]

Wer groaned as the situation continued to seemingly dragged on. He had no intention of fighting fellow mandalorians, even ones who had previously aligned with the Sith in the past, unless they attacked first. Still, the open insult to his clan irritated him. He couldn’t help his next words

“Honestly, rude ladies are the worst…” Wer stated openly to anyone listening. “They make horrible conversationalists, and they only give one nice view for me to enjoy…”

With this, he sneered as he watched the backside of the warrior known as Faela.

Wer looked at anyone who looked at him and held a hand up in mock shock. He knew that @Xim Zhan was probably giving him the stink eye.

“What? I try to enjoy something out of every situation. I came here to help Clan Rancor, and so far it's just yapping and not a lot of happening. Now unless you all have some other insults to throw at anyone who decided to help the Rally Master or my clan, I suggest we get to work”

Wer looked at Solus for approval. “Unless I’m missing something?”

 

[Shale Vizsla]

Shale had been quiet since the initial accusation. She may have been a spitfire before, but she tempered herself over the years. She didn’t trust the Sith, but she also wasn’t stupid enough to forget that it was a Sith that gave them life years ago. Her own people had squandered that chance.

She was in her thoughts when a Kryze stormed off after expressing her sentiments about Rancor Squad. The behavior caused Shale to roll her eyes. However, it wasn’t until Wer Tracyn (@Narzen ) began to talk that she finally felt compelled to act.

The misogynist commentary barely left his mouth before Shale angled her blaster and unleashed a heavy stun point blank range directly to his crotch. As he was busy talking and not focusing on her, he would drop to the ground with enough pain to make him vomit profusely inside his helmet if not make him pass out immediately.

“Yeah, we’re the worst,” Shale stated flatly despite not being a Kryze. She looked around at his little friends. If any of them tried to act, she would nuke their asses too, her finger switching from stun to lethal. She was not against unity, but she wouldn’t tolerate disrespect towards genders. With any luck, the fucker would never have children after that hit.

Assuming no one else attacked her, she would turn to the cornered man (@Hastur ), “If you speak true, then bathe in the waters and rise up anew as Mandalorian only,” She looked over at Hauron, silently reminding him that the Mandalorians operated by ethics that existed long before they did.

“This is the way.”

@Darasuum

 

[Miri Kryze]

Miri turned a black visor the man that spoke ill of her sister. The idea to put a blaster bolt into him had crossed her mind, but the black armored hunter acted first. When the outspoken Mandalorian dropped, Miri stomped on his crotch with her armored boot, pivoting as she did so. "I'll bathe in the waters another day," she said aloud in Mando'a. She began walking back to the Kryze ship that was preparing to tow the TIE.

Without stopping, Miri would offer some last words in Mando'a for the black armored hunter. "Good hunting." Miri would end her relatively silent walk, cradling her blaster rifle in her right arm, at the top of the ramp of the Kryze ship. She's wait for Faela to raise the ramp, and get them out.

@Sreeya @Apollyon @Narzen

 

[Hauron Solus]

Hauron's caution was at its highest and his temper was measured by the mikkian's discpline. However it did not seem like the mandalorians under his command understood.

A Kryze approached, claiming rights to the bounty even though it seemed like another was claiming it first with the business end of a DL-44. But after a moment the Kryze changed their mind and left, working with what it seemed like a few others to appropriate the Candorus's own apparently illgotten starfighter.

The Group Leader watched and listened to everything unfold. One of the few things keeping him from pulling the trigger was the rights to the bounty. Had it not been for that the badger may have shot Cremek in the face already.

"Hey!" He barked at Cremek when he extended his hand, reminding him of his situation and keeping his attention on him. If this stranger was going to be a threat to any Mandalorian he needed to face Hauron to do it. But the criminal did not use the Force it seemed and the Kryze were allowed to leave. Cremek saved himself from being shot in the back of the head and lived to see another day.

It did not help things that the Kryze had stolen the navicomputer, made accusations and had the evidence to prove it but simply left rather than share it. Now they were entirely relying on the word of Cremek at this point. Yeah, Hauron was pissed. The mandalorian's trigger finger tightened, but it stopped short of firing the weapon. He knew better and was strong enough to hold his fire.

Hauron barely registered what terrible words had come out of Wer's mouth by the time Shale had turned their blaster to the man and shot him in the crotch. The Group Leader had half a mind to switch his sonic rifle to stun and fire it at Wer himself. The badger did not tolerate that kind of talk and the only reason he was saved from Hauron's wrath in the moment was because, once again, Shale beat him to the punch.

The attention was drawn away from Cremek for a moment. The Solus's ire was building and he was becoming more frustrated with his own troops the longer this went on. The one who had first dibs on Suspect One spoke again for the second time whilst the bounty-puck-chucker decimated Wer's groin. Hauron remained quiet and let the act transpire, feeling it was deserved.

When the hunter walked past and said her good bye Hauron returned it with a nod. "Good hunting." He had to respect the Kryze's hustle.

A moment would pass after she left before Hauron spoke again, this time to Candorous clan member. "This is the way." Despite not being a child of the watch, Hauron had faith in Mandalore. If what the man said was honest, then he would pledge anew to the Mandalorians, to Mandalore, swearing off Sith and the dark side. Otherwise he was just a liar.

@Hastur @TheDudeMike @Sreeya @Narzen @Apollyon

 

[Cremek "Krayt" Candorus]

Cremek would inhale, letting go of the tie elder for now, it's not like he couldn't just steal it back later anyway.. he would just need to wait until they sell it and the buy it back, or take it back..

Cremek would give a nod, using his other hand to force his hand down, not now..

He then turned to wer and was half tempted to shock him right there with a vicious bout of force lightning, but shale had beaten him to it with a blast to the manhood he hissed, as fellow men typically do when a bro gets nut shotted, he watched wer likely collapse from the shot to his manhood and gives a chuckle, a mix of releasing pent up stress and actual entertainment.

"I-im sorry, but that was just.."
he was struggling to suppress his laughter at what just happened, but ended up failing.

"I'm not trying to be disrespectful or rude when I say this but, I like this one!"

Cremek then broke out in laughter, as he was a firm believer of the ancient proverb talketh shitteth, geteth hitteth.

He then returned to his more serious demeanor again. Putting his hand over his main force arm.

"While I can't promise I won't use the force, I guarantee I will pledge everything I have to mandalore and it's survival and restoration.. and will do what is necessary to prove it."

@yall

 

[Faela]

Faela heard the masculine voice running his mouth, talking about her. She felt his unwanted eyes on her as she worked, it disgusted her. She gritted her teeth and had just grabbed the stock of her carbine when a shot rang out. Her head turned to look at Shale, why had she done that? And then Miri approached the man, stomped on his manhood, then pivoted for good measure.

Faela grumbled.

Someone outside her clan had defended her. She hated that. But she also knew that it couldn't go unrewarded or unnoticed. Faela pulled out her phone, accessed the navi-computer files and made a copy of two plotted points, the jump to Mindor with the timestamp it occurred, and the jump leaving it with the timestamp it occurred. It wasn't much, but it was enough to confirm Cremek's identity and it would give Shale further proof if she needed it.

Faela would stop helping her clanmates hook up the magnetic cables to the TIE and approach Shale. Her diminutive frame stood in the taller woman's shadow but she didn't flinch. She gazed up at her before speaking on the public channel.

<You didn't have to waste the ammo.> She told her. <But you did. Thanks.> She continued. <Here's enough to replace the wasted shot.> With that Faela would offer to transfer the snippet of the file to Shale.

Once that was done her gaze would turn to Cremek, then Hauron, and then his loudmouth follower who was likely rolling in pain.

<You'd be better off shooting this one.> She told him nodding towards Cremek. <Sith never change.> She continued. <But that's your choice.> She'd begin to walk away with that. <See you around Solus.> She called out, ignoring the rest of the Rancor Squadron members.

With that, Faela would hop onto the transport with the rest of her kin. The TIE was secured and ready for towing, they'd be keeping this prize. She'd turn to Miri and clap her on the shoulder once onboard.

<Thanks for that sister.> She whispered as the boarding ramp sealed behind her.

/exitthread

 

[Xim Zhan]

Xim shook his head. Between the whole group, it was a wonder their people survived at all. He had offered to help confirm the story of the wanted man and had been rebuffed; so much for keeping things above board. When Wer opened his mouth, Xim grimaced. He always knew his brother’s mouth would get him in trouble. He tensed as Wer was blasted. While he disagreed with the response, Xim was not about to start a fight over the whole ordeal, perhaps he would learn. Xim was sure he’d live through it. Shooting a glare through his visored helm, Xim shook his head silently at their CO. He had expected more.

Distancing himself from the ship as it was being towed, Xim made his way silently to Wer and offered him an arm up to a standing positions, “You are an idiot.” He hissed on their private comms.

Turning to surveil the remaining Mandalorians, he slowly took them in, “Perhaps we can move on to why we have come. I doubt anyone came here for the family reunion.”

 

[Wer Tracyn]

The pain that went through Wer was excruciating to say the least. Wer had only a few other experiences that came close to the pain, and only one of them was physical. The time when his parents got killed in front of him and he blasted a window to open space to save himself was the most familiar. Still, the pain shooting through his groin to every nerve tissue of his body was borderline mind-breaking. The only saving grace Wer had was when he fell, he fell forwards and covered himself, preventing permanent damage and further pain from the other mandalorian’s attempt at stepping on the old family jewels.

Wer wasn’t sure, but he believed he may have blacked out for a moment, since the next thing he could remember was Xim calling him an idiot while helping him up.

“At least I got that shebs’palon riled up” Wer moaned at a slightly higher pitch than before, unable to recall who exactly shot him at the time. While the others talked, he had to stumble away slightly, still in hearing distance. Carefully rubbing the coldest thing on hand, his jawa juice, over his private parts, Wer continued to quietly groan.

“Oh man, daddy is gonna remember that…” Wer utterred as he nursed his wounded body and pride.

 

[Virgo Armegedon-Lok]

For Virgo, Wer had gotten what he asked for. She had no qualms with that rebuttal. And thanks to her helm, the egotistical words that sprouted after her prayer were lost to the air upon which they were spoken. Politics were for the fallen, for the devotees of Arasuum. She had said her peace and that was the end of her part. Sheathing her weapon as she stood and turned to the others, she made her way back to the side of Wer and Xim, pointing and her form shifting behind silent laughter at his newfound injuries. Menial in the grand scheme of things, but hilarious all the same.

Turning to Xim, however, even from behind her closed helm, the moment quickly became serious. Pointing toward the duo she came with, she motioned for them to leave behind these squabbles and proceed onward to Sundara with or without the others. They came to revive the Living Waters and the Eternal Forge, not to get lost in age old aggressions. And her disdain was shown heavily for it.

Feeling the eyes of their leader, @Hauron Solus, fall upon her, she shifted her own toward him. Swaying her arms in the direction of Sundara, it was almost as if she was stating what obviously was written on her face beneath the sealed helm. "Can we go now?" It needed not be spoken to portray her impatience.

 

[Atuu Skirata]

Atuu, born of the stars, and with a non-planetary, non-traditional upbringing. Took it upon himself to head this adventurous call, for whatever was to come of it would at the very least be interesting.

Trundling beyond the outskirts of Sundari and taking in the unique view of his long beaten but never defeated spiritual home world. Atuu's aging TIE/RG would be seen approaching the cluster of already landed ships. The TIE/RG, painted with streaks of the old Death Watch blue, looks closer to a museum piece than anything else. But with the flip of a few switches, and the throw of a lever the old bird begins to lower into an opening amongst the group.

Opening a public comm channel and clearing his throat Atuu hails any present in basic. "This is Atuu Skirata, control - am I clear for landing on pad 3?" with a short pause he continues "Just kidding, sorry to be late, first time here and the views are... interesting." Atuu concludes as the ship begins to make landfall closer to the smattering of Rancor Squadron ships.

@idkeveryone?

 

[Hauron Solus]

Some Mandalorians left and Hauron still had enough mental bandwidth to gather what was being said by the others around him. <"Not if I see you first, Kryze."> His cool tone being equal parts flirtation as it was a warning.

Seconds passed and for a tense few moments it was uncertain what course of action the Solus Rally Master would choose. But his finger relaxed, moving a bit further away from the trigger of his rifle. The barrel of the weapon lowered towards the ground as Hauron accepted Cremek's answer. The mikkian was far from willing to completely trust the alleged former Sith yet. But he would have his life and freedom for now.

Shale still had the rights to the bounty if she wished. If Cremek stepped out of line then Hauron would make it his personal mission to hunt and end the Candorous. Sufficed to say, the ex-sith was on thin ice and there would be no warnings. This was his last and only chance at redemption.

He sighed when his lieutenants addressed him like impatient children asking if their parent was ready to continue moving. When he spoke he addressed everyone, his T visor helmet moving from person to person. <"Thank you...all....for coming. I'm pleased to see more than just Rancor Squadron here. First things first, I'll be leading the way to through the Mines underneath the Civic Center. Beneath that, we should find the Living Waters. "> His helmet nodded to emphasize his words at the end. <"There might be beskar scavengers or other dangers. So be on your guard."> Contrary to the warning, his tone sounded almost casual, his helmet linger on Cremek for a moment until he turned away. He did not anticipate they would come across much danger, especially considering the numbers the mandalorians were traveling in.

To keep his name sake as a Solus, Hauron took point and led the way down to the former Civic Center of Sundari. The tunnels wound into the earth of Mandalore with signs of the old architecture showing the further they went. Hauron was quiet, thinking about what they might find and what would follow.

@Hastur @Mythos @Rimrald @The Mad Hammer @everyoneelsepresent