It was the ruler's flexible mindset that allowed Rynn to make moves that would bring a rise to his own tribe, a tribe he had built up with his own name -- Clan Itera. The groundwork had already begun on Belsavis, the criminal scum that survived the initial riot had tried to challenge him, but their leaders had been brought to their knees and the gangs fell into line. It was there where they hid for now, training and preparing for their next strike. Many ambitious Mandalorians would seek to challenge the throne, but Rynn never much cared about the prospects of stepping foot on Mand'alor or reuniting his people. His people had been pushed away and cast out, no...he would seek to rebuild a new order in the image of their old masters, from the ancient days of Darth Leviticus and Maul.
His tribe needed beskar, and lots of it. He had a place in mind, but things weren't going to be so simple. Work was being done between the Mandalorians and their dark sorcerer allies, and all were expected to partake in strengthening their ties. Rynn was open to the idea, as he himself had come to admire the work that Lord Raze had shown him. Perhaps there were others who could impress and play into his plans for what he envisioned, and he had his eyes set on one. An upstart Sith had been in need of gathering supplies for a new type of drug which could be used across the galaxy, which hinted at the potential for a great bit of sorcery being involved.
They needed a strand of an illness, this was something that had defined the man's own life. His breathing was always heavy and his voice forever raspy, serving as reminders of the sickness that had destroyed his tribe and most of the planet that the Covert had been hidden on. The Chills, as it was known, could serve useful for the sorcerer. They'd only need to collect samples of the virus and contain it within some vials for further replication, and it would also bring him to the planet where he had been raised. His covert had been abandoned for years, but the armor and the systems would be there -- it's why he had offered in the first place.
Together the pair were flying across the galaxy towards the Outer Rim planet. If Cairo had opted to have a look around, he would find that the ship contained various devices needed for bounty hunting. From a modified section for storing carbonite bounties, to weapon lockers. But perhaps the most strange aspect were the many different small little plants which had been place around the ship, growing and thriving among soft light. Different texts from old Mandalorian tradition could be found, along with two sets of odd armor.
The first was a traditional set of Mandalorian armor, the plating was a durasteel grey with a heavy blue accents around it. The Death watch logo was painted along the side, the heavy front plate was completely damaged and ruined, the helm itself was painted grey and bore the zabrak horns on top. The second pair was just a white chest piece, which might have had a Jedi Signet pressed into the right breastplate -- no doubt an odd sight. Rynn himself was busy working away at the controls of the cockpit as they pushed towards their destination.
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