The homeworld of the Twi'leks, Kotii's destination was steadily approaching on the opposite side of the starfighter's viewscreen. The arid world still full of life compared to the wasteland of Mandalore. His eyes scanned the planet as the flotilla of ships behind him drew closer, knowing that Ryloth had not been spared from oppression. Time and time again they had been harassed and enslaved across the galaxy. But the home of many Twi'leks had not seen peace since the days before the Clone Wars.
Regardless of his reputation, Kotii had come to deliver not bombs or anything malicious. Instead, the Mandalorian was there to bring the freed slaves from Zyggeria he had promised safe passage home. Many without any remaining connections had since made it clear they would remain with the 'Muun Morut' battle group. Their loyalty had been won by Kotii and those that had stuck by him.
There was a chance the Governor had heard of House Solus after Kotii made an appearance on the holo. If not, then word of the death of the Zyggerian Slave Empire's King, as well as the destruction of the royal palace. If they had the keen eyes to watch Mandalorian holo broadcasts they may have recognized the badger from his confrontation with another taller warrior before the report had been terminated.
Ryloth was one, of many places the man had to travel to. Kashyyyk was another. The return of the kidnapped and stolen children of Ryloth would begin. <"Send a wide beam connection to the local naval forces."> The last thing he wanted was for the defense forces to perceive Kotii and his cargo as a threat.
The Werda Kom'rk flew along side numerous syck starfighters and a few starvipers. But the single crew ships were just there as a defensive escort for the larger ships and nothing more. What dominated the fleet was boxy shape of the lictor class dungeonship that was the flagship of his small fleet. They were joined by a hardcell transport, three kom'rk class transports, including Kotii's own personal ship, and another trio of aurore class freighters made up the battlegroup. Each transport aside from the hardcell was filled with the freed slaves destined to be returned home. Even without much for themselves, Kotii had insisted that the Aruetii be taken care of. Food, water, beds and all the same amenities that the Mandalorians had, the outsiders would still be tended to and aided in the wake of their bondage. In his mind they had saved many of the slaves and were responsible for them until he could return them home. That was the way. Leaving them on Zyggeria to fend for themselves would have been cruel after all.
When it came to cruelty, there was enough of that in the galaxy. The cargo holds of the ships had room with supplies running low. It had certainly made space for the bodies yet to be buried. Some had pleaded, begged to have their loved ones returned home. It was the least he could do.
There was a chance they would be turned away, or confronted in some other way. Plenty didn't want to simply be sent back through the system to return to another type of indentured servitude. Discussion and conversations had been had by plenty Mandalorians along the way and a few minds had been changed. The job placement, the chance for them to just be enslaved again, there were many who just wanted to never be at the mercy of slavers again. But there were innocents that wished to simply return home and try to forget.
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