Today was several kinds of bewildering so far as Dalair was concerned. Tund was a planet of strange sorcerers that kept to their own tiny corner of the galaxy for all of time. Not only were the newly-spurred Mando'ade interested in the planet, so were the Sith. So they'd decided to... Work together? Even after recent developments- or maybe because of them- that wasn't something the armorer would've expected.
Yet here he was, geared up in his beskar'gam and polishing his carbine's barrel for probably the fifth time today. They'dset up a staging camp beneath and spread out from the Ca'tra Guroa and other ships. Dalair didn't really know what the Sith could possibly want with a citiless planet like Tund other than something sorcerous. As if the galaxy needed more of that kind of thing. He clicked his tongue and finally put the blaster down, resting it against his legs.
The native sorcerers had a tower or something of their own. Somewhere. No one knew where the damn thing was because, apparently, they hid it with sorcery. They couldn't have put down some kind of yellow brick road right to it or something, naturally, so they only had a vague grid section of the planet and a certain degree of stubbornness. Their mixed group would have to go find it if they wanted to get rid of them and take the planet for themselves. While it certainly didn't show on Dalair's face the idea of Sith and Mandalorians banding together for the sole purpose of wiping out a group of sorcerers was equally as amusing as frustrating. Not to mention a Solus and Vizla. Times were weird.
Well, so long as everyone was competent and they didn't devolve into a self-destructive blender of pirouettes and explosions. That was about as low as the bar could go, but here we are. Bringing a full planet under their influence would be extremely valuable and was, with any luck, worth the teeth-grit collaboration. He was also curious as to what sort of people these Sith ended up being, given he'd never actually met one in person before now. He was wary, to say the least.
The problem was they couldn't decide where to actually start. A map was spread out on a fold-out table, taken using ship scanners to get a rough topography of the huge area. Dalair brushed aside his curiosity and looked up toward the others. "We need a basic heading at least," he said, vaguely gesturing toward the forest outside the clearing. His visor glanced toward the Sith involved. "Can magic track magic?" Dal really didn't know how the 'Force' worked outside of stories, combat training, and holonet reports.
Their only other idea so far had been checking if the local Toong could narrow things down.
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