Open Sorry You're Not A Winner

[Casany Praxor]

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"Give us a second way out of here and I'll give you a blaster. Does the canopy have an emergency release? A second exit hatch? Ejection seats? Anything?"

The Ranger’s words were reasonable enough. If stupid. Just give me a gun, you di’kut. Cass sighed as she looked around her cockpit, wondering how it all had come down to a Mandalorian bounty hunter, two Pantoran patrol pilots and a Human Sector Ranger sharing bad news and worse in her very own Winged Pike. Her eyes landed on a console; buttons and switches, handles and levers, and the moment she found what she was looking for another female’s voice broke the labored silence.

"These pirates really have done a number on you, haven't they Cass?"

Cass twisted her lips at that, though Hearts was all but correct. Maybe if I hadn’t have been so kriffing dazed I’d have noticed my arsenal was missing. That was one more truth to be all too terribly ticked off at as she met the Pantoran’s gaze, noticing nothing of ridicule but rather realism. This is the Hearts I spoke to, all right. She was also yet one more soul aboard the Mandalorian’s very vessel who was apparently unable to relinquish a sidearm. Idiots. You have no idea…

"Can you hear that? I think whoever landed that ship is on the other side of the door..."

Fortunately, Cass wasn’t alone in what she was hearing, so at least some noises weren’t just in her fractured mind. The beeping was real all right, as was whatever threat lurked on the other side of the door. Him… Her fingers flexed as though a handle ought to be in them. He’s back… The beeping stopped. Cass sat up straighter, as tense as a bantha before a Krayt dragon, waiting for it. Another noise just then.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

"Park Salal? I'm with the Guild. One chance. Open the door and surrender yourself or I'm blowing it down."

Not him. That was a muffled voice all right, helmeted and all, but not the one she had half-expected. Another bounty hunter, is it? It wouldn’t be unusual. Park had a number after him so this present scenario was possible. As much as our guest might be interested in eliminating the competition. Her eyes shifted again, looking at that console. One touch and the four of them were good to go. But what’s waiting for us outside? The self-proclaimed Guild hunter may not have been alone, perhaps banking on his quarry to escape their hole so that his friends could pounce upon them from outside the ship.

With a breath, then, Cass held up a hand to any of her contemporaries who might see it, hoping to halt any brazen bravery on their part as much as to fill her hand with a pistol.

“He’s not here, hunter,” she called out to the other side of the door. “He was but not anymore. I’m captain of this ship and I share your profession and your hunt. Our mutual Psycho was my prisoner one moment and gone the next.”

Her hand went to the console, her other snapping fingers provided that a blaster did not already fill it. If the Ranger wasn’t as dumb as Cass considered then he would oblige her request, for they’d need every blaster they could muster if that door came down and at least one of them was still breathing enough to shoot back.

“Blow the door down if you must but, if the explosion kills me, you’ll lose your lead on your bounty. You’ll also incur the wrath of the Pantoran Assembly and Sector Rangers combined—I’ve got two of the former and one of the latter in here with me.”

She was being honest enough, against her party’s suspicions, as her voice carried and she hoped to dominate the conversation from the cockpit, at least for now. She was, after all, captain of the ship that the other three had dared to share.

“Or we can talk this out, one professional to another, and then maybe I’ll open the door. They call me Anvil. I’m a Mandalorian bounty hunter. What do they call you?”

As she spoke, she searched for the eyes of Ranger and Pantoran, leading their gazes toward the console beside her where they would see the colorful words: “Canopy release: Active”. Still, the moment that switch was flicked, their intruder would know it, so the release had to be timed.



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[Corran Velt]

Things couldn't get any more tense. The cramped cockpit. A cranky supposed Mandalorian. A threat outside the sealed door. Two Pantoran pilots aiming their weapons at the entryway didn't provide as much comfort as Corran would have liked. Though Rylee tried to make put him at ease for the other's behavior. Still, they were all too close. Close enough for the female Pantoran to have to squeeze past the ranger. Any type of breaching device would surely spray them all with shrapnel or disorient them at the least. Hopefully the current occupant of the pilot's chair would see the wisdom in the deal and get them out of here.

Three raps at the door. Oddly polite for someone who could be trying to kill them all. They claimed to be a Guild bounty hunter - an easy claim without visual evidence - and looking for this Salal character. Was this pirate really have that high of bounty to attract two hunters in the same region of space? If Sector Ranger headquarters hadn't been blown to smithereens, Corran would have looked up the details on the suspect. They really must have flew under the radar for the Rangers not to catch wind.

The young lieutenant glanced at the two Pantorans as if asking who takes the lead on this one?. Interestingly enough, the seated Mandalorian didn't waste a moment to speak for the group. She rattled off the truth and consequences of the situation. Honesty was the best policy. A snap of the fingers yanked Corran's fixation on the door and he could easily tell the warrior woman wanted some firepower in hand ASAP. He furrowed his brow and silently warned that this wasn't part of the bargain with a look. It wasn't until the female bounty hunter revealed, mid-discussion, the ship had a canopy release. A deal was a deal. Shifting his eyes between the door and the Mandalorian, the blond youth unbuckled a holster on his hip and slung out a blaster. He handed it to her grip-first to avoid pointing a barrel at her.

If negotiations went south, Corran wanted to be ready. Drawing forth his second blaster, but keeping it pointed upward, he braced himself against the console ledge he was currently wedged against. If the canopy blew, he wanted to brace for the rapid opening and be ready to roll out of the shooting gallery that was the cockpit. Though he'd very much prefer to avoid to go guns-blazing.

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[Rylee Asuchi]

Rylee listened as Cass began to speak. She told the intruder an honest account of the situation. Believing this to be the only way to resolve their predicament without violence or an unnecessary chase she decided to throw her own voice into the conversation as a way of convincing whoever was on the other side that Cass was telling the truth.

"Your bounty hunter friend here isn't lying" she called through the door. Rylee and Jag both spoke with distinctive Pantoran accents and it could not be easily confused with that of a Trandoshan who spoke in gruff, guttural hisses, "If you blow this door down, you risk killing innocent people and you'll lose any lead you have on Park Salal. We were just inquiring about him ourselves. This ship was attacked and Park was taken, we had just towed it to this space station when you arrived."

There was no guarantee that this gambit would work, even if it made logical sense to Rylee at the time. After speaking she glanced back towards Corran and Cass. It appeared that the Mandalorian had upheld her side of the bargain as Corran was now furnishing her with a blaster pistol. Rylee had to admit, at this moment, she wasn't particularly comfortable with Cass being armed - it only increased her chances of turning on them or running, which would mean this exercise was for nothing. She did not let this discomfort show however. The female Pantoran noticed that both Corran and Cass were eyeing up a canopy release button on the console. So there was now a plan B. This made Rylee feel a little more at ease but she still hoped it would not come to that.

"We would be happy to talk this through in a more civil manner outside, weapons away" she said, looking at both Cass and Corran with a look of hope in her eyes. There was too much at stake to get into a firefight here and besides, if this new bounty hunter did belong to the guild, it made no sense for him to attack a room comprised mainly of people that had only just heard of Park Salal, let alone met him or had any dealings with him. Of everyone, Rylee at least hoped that Corran, as a Sector Ranger, would vouch for her course of action.

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[Gett'se Vizsla]

Gett'se paused his mental count as voices rang out from the other side of the door. The words themselves gave him further pause. A Mandalorian hunter, a Sector Ranger and two members of... The Pantoran Assembly. An odd mixture and no doubt a crammed one. The bounty hunter went through the mental logistics of cramming four persons inside the cockpit of his Y-wing before deciding that blowing the door would have been rather lethal to all the involved parties.

"Val juha ni Gett'se, mies cuyir tyra'de wirhu'lya'gr at urcir chur vod" He spoke out in Mando'a, surprised to hear that there was another of his people on the other side of the door. If they spoke truth they would understand him. If not, well he could still blow the door down. Mandalorians weren't exactly common these days so it paid to be cautious.

"That would explain the tracking chip in the hold." He said in basic in response to the second voice. None of the speakers sounded Trandoshan, and their story added up so far. Shaking his head, he disarmed the charge and removed it from the door.

"I have disarmed the charge." He shouted through the door. Backing away slowly, he re-holstered his blaster. He also tapped a button on his wrist, priming the small rocket in his gauntlet, though he held his arm loosely at his side. He wanted to believe the speakers but he had a hard time trusting mystery voices through a closed door. If they were who they said they were then he could disarm the rocket with a tap of a button. If it turned out to be Park Salal or some of his cronies in the hold and they came out blasting, it wasn't anything a swift wrist rocket into the cockpit couldn't fix. "My blaster is away and I am away from the door, you may come out." He shouted.

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[Casany Praxor]

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Cass nodded her thanks Hearts’ way as the Pantoran piggybacked with her support. Words, though, could be just as loud as actions as the Ranger lent his own support in the form of a blaster to fill Cass’ hand. Now we’re getting somewhere. She nodded the thought his way as the Ranger turned to brace himself. Hearts went on to offer a hands holstered approach between the two parties separated by steel, and Cass wagered that her holster would fit her gift if its trigger didn’t need a finger.

As a break in speech ensued, it was hard to tell where her newfound blaster belonged but the guy on the other side of the door had just then informed everyone that it was safe to come out. Fidgeting with a door was one thing and claiming that you were unarmed were words without wind. Almost. He spoke a whole other tongue that no one in this cockpit is likely to understand, save one.

It was Cass’ turn to look between the other three souls that shared the space of her own, then she called toward the door.

"Meh mhi cuyir jorir o'r gar, vod, miak mhi hwa ramaanar shuk'la va."

"If we are born in iron, brother, then we shall die unbroken."

With that, Cass kept the gun in her hand and her eyes on the canopy as her other hand pushed down on the console. The cockpit didn’t breathe a beat except for the door to indicate that it had been unlocked. Gambling like this is like tumbling dice with hearts. The Pantoran did pay off though. For now. Ultimately, there was little luck needed in the bets that she placed on souls. Coming from the other side of the door, she could just feel the wayward wanderer who woke in war as much as she could feel the weight of her pulsing head.

Rising from her seat, Cass holstered the pistol and picked up her helmet on the way. She didn’t feel like anyone would object this far ahead but, as captain of the ship, Cass felt it only right that she be the one to open the door if things went south. It whirred as the entrance gave way and two Mandalorians stood in the corridor. One was helmeted, the other held hers between arm and hip. This one stepped forward to allow room for the three behind her as Cass studied the armor waiting for them, whose helm was of blue and black against her own red and gold.

“This is the way.”



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[Corran Velt]

Diplomacy was the order of the day. For a soldier, Squadron Leader Asuchi seemed to think more with her heart than her trigger finger. Corran glanced at her profile from his cramped cubby against the canopy. He respected that type of level-headedness. Seconds ticked by in silence as the crew in the cockpit awaited a reply. When one came it was something the Sector Ranger couldn't parse out. Was it a code? A language? It wasn't Basic or Huttese, at least. What the self-proclaimed bounty hunter on the other side of the bulkhead said next was much more clear. Although they had announced peaceable intentions, Corran had been exposed enough to Outer Rim 'morals' to know honest and trust wasn't usually what kept people alive. A healthy amount of skepticism was.

Out of honor, bravery, stupidity, or simply wanted all these interlopers off her ship, the Mandalorian pilot rose from her seat after speaking back the same garbled words to the outsider. Does that mean it was the Mandalorian language? Not even Roland spoke it. At least in public. The contested doorway soon opened and the figure on the other side was revealed. Huh. Another Mandalorian. Two in one place seemed rare as snowfall on Tatooine. For a few moments, Corran glanced between the two warrior peoples in their differently colored armor, then to the Pantorans. Someone had to break the stand-off.

It was going to be him.

With a loud clearing of the throat, the lieutenant pushed off the console and advanced to the doorway. Along the way he made sure to tilt his torso enough to avoid hitting the male Pantoran pilot with his shoulder. Once past the doorway but not quite beyond the helmeted bounty hunter, Corran flashed his badge to the Mandalorians. The name emblazoned on the metal read CORRAN VELT and the officer's rank was obvious on the ranger's collar. "Now that we've got that sorted out, I've been officially asked to helm an investigation into... this." He gestured vaguely to everyone else present, including the corpse in the cockpit. "Can someone tell me what exactly is going on?"

Though no one was technically being detained for questioning, diplomacy had already gotten them this far. Corran also knew Squadron Leader Asuchi's side of the story. At least what she knew. Everyone else had a lot of beans to spill.

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[Rylee Asuchi]

It seemed that Rylee was going to have it her way. After a strange exchange between Cass and the intruder, in which she supposed they were speaking the language of the Mandalorians, the man on the other side of the door announced he'd disabled the breaching charge and holstered his weapon. You could never trust people in these kinds of situations, but the time to worry about it soon passed as Corran broke the stand-off by pushing his way through the door, revealing the one that stood on the other side. Rylee caught a brief glimpse of the second Mandalorian behind Corran's taller figure. Blue and black armor, similar to that which Cass wore.

Corran got down to business straight away, informing the other Mandalorian of exactly what he was there to do - investigate a murder. Rylee took a couple of steps forward and gently placed her hand in the middle of Corran's back.

"Listen, lieutenant, I don't want to stop you mid flow but... it's still pretty claustrophobic in here what with the amount of people. Why don't we all step outside and then if anybody chooses not to cooperate with your investigation, we won't all become bantha fodder..." she said apologetically, though not untruthfully. She wanted to get out of the Winged Pike before any further discussions took place. It was much too cramped and dangerous for if anything went wrong and it wasn't as if the ship was going anywhere, it was severely damaged and the dead Togruta couldn't exactly run either.

Taking a couple more steps forward, she had to stand on her toes to try and look at this new Mandalorian from behind Corran's tall frame. Seeing this Jag visibly rolled his eyes. It wasn't an especially professional or dignified thing to do, but then he was taller than Hearts and wouldn't have had the same issue. The male Pantoran turned back towards Cass and raised an eyebrow.

"What do you reckon? Might prevent this thing taking any more damage" he said as he lightly tapped the wall of the ship with the end of his blaster before clipping it back on his flight suit.

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[Gett'se Vizsla]

The occupants of the cockpit weren't in a hurry to open the door, and Gett'se waited a fair moment before the hatch finally hissed open. What he saw next startled him, not because of the armor but because of the face. A face unhidden by the buy'ce that she held so casually at her hip. A face so bare and naked to the world that it almost made him twitch, a pang of anger and confusion at the casual unconformity to their creed.

He knew that not all followed the creed in the same way, knew that some who called themselves Mandalorians did not hold as tightly to the ideals of old that he did. He had just never seen it before, their people scattered few and far between. It saddened him and disgusted him.

Before he could react or criticize or speak any words at all, the Ranger appeared, flashing a badge at which Gett'se peered at through the slit of his visor. CORRAN VELT. The name read and the face matched as his narrowed eyes flashed from the badge to the man.

"Rare to see a Sector Ranger around these parts." Gett'se commented, his voice indifferent through the steel of his buy'ce. Sector Rangers and bounty hunters often worked together, begrudgingly. They both worked for the same side of the law it was true, though their motivations wildly differed. A third and fourth voice rang out from the cockpit and Gett'se could see a pair of golden eyes peeking over the Ranger's shoulder at him, blue flesh and violent hair. Pantoran, just as they had claimed.

Nodding, he held a hand up to indicate peace before pressing a button on his gauntlet to disable to the warhead there. They might see the small red light deactivate as the weapon powered down.

"Might want to grab that on the way out." He said, pointing to the corner where the tracking chip lay, still attached to a small glob of flesh. With that, he turned his back to them willingly. Trusting that they're word was true and that they wouldn't try to put a bolt between his shoulder blades he disembarked the Y-wing to take a stand outside the ship, waiting for the occupants to make their own exit so they could parley in peace without the cramped quarters.

"I was tracking Park Salal in these parts when he went off grid." He said, pulling the tracking fob out of his belt pouch slowly so as not to alarm. Activating the device, it began to beep rapidly as he pointed it at the small chip and whoever held it. "The fob began to track again, so I followed it here. You know how the rest played out." Deactivating and stowing the device again, he accessed a separate pouch and pulled out his Guild license, handing it to the ranger. Gett'se Vizsla, it read. "My credentials."

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[Casany Praxor]

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“CORRAN VELT”. Cass studied those two words like they were made of the same metal that brandished them. “Corran Velt”. Sounds like an expletive. Rangers, she knew, were their very own brand of such when it came to the chaos and lawlessness surrounding them in so many parts of the galaxy; rough and tumble. This one, though, he gave off the vibe of a do-good with a good hairdo. Blond if it be. Cass kept her thoughts very much to herself as she witnessed the exchange between Ranger and Pantoran. It was a bit of relief, the pressure suddenly taking off of herself as far as explanations went, given that she was very much on the giving end of this entire fiasco.

Hearts had the right of it as she halted the Ranger’s queries, at least until everyone was out of the ship. That was well and good, though Cass’ Pike was no stick of a Y-Wing; she was a BNG (”Next Generation”) and could fit seven souls standing if it came to it. This few, well, they might still sit without knees touching at least, not that it changed much. I need to get out. Now. I need...need...air…

Cass’ fingers went to her head as she watched Hearts’ fingers go to the Ranger’s back and her fellow Mandalorian’s go to his gauntlet. Jag had never even needed to flick his tongue.

“Out.” She blinked between all passengers of her plane. “Now. Out.”

Her eyelids fluttered, fingers squeezing the helmet at her hip as if it were a handle, though she would not lose her balance just yet. Her gaze drifted to a corner where Gett’se had pointed toward. What? She blinked again, suddenly feeling like someone who had just stood up after downing a keg. That’s… When? How? She thought little further of it as she snatched the tracking chip on her way out.

The air outside the Winged Pike was certainly not the fresh air of a sprawling meadow or a measureless sea, but it was so less stifling than the cockpit. And without the stench of death. That Togruta, Sun—her corpse was still fresh but anyone familiar would know her scent. A soldier would, a ranger, a bounty hunter. A Mandalorian would know the stench of death like the inside of his or her helmet. Cass found her eyes drifting toward her cultural counterpart as he spoke, relaying his credentials to the Sector Ranger official if no one else, while his fob tangoed with the chip in Cass' hand.

She knew not what else to do but blow air through her lips and turn away from her four contemporaries, facing her ship which rested low and languid, longing to be brought back into the fold as strong as the beskar that embodied its pilot. Sorry, girl… It wasn’t my fault… It was...his.

Sighing out a name she dared not speak aloud, Cass turned back to the group, giving each one the measure of her full gaze; brown eyes that danced between face and helmet like a blaster bolt on ricochet. She might have winced just then, a pain seizing her skull like a sadist with a sledgehammer, but her lips had hardly twisted before they parted for words.

“Park Salal,” Cass began, as though the name had not been heard by anyone else, or as though she might have been speaking to herself. “Psycho Salal, thusly dubbed, but he lives up to the moniker. A Trandoshan pirate preying on ships in Sujimis. He and his crew of the Bleeding shoot first and ask later. They attack hard and fast, plundering and pillaging, and murder and mutilation is part of the package.”

For a moment, Cass wondered if the stars beyond them all were trapped behind her eyes or still there. “Well, this bounty hunter talking to you now found the di’kut and snatched him. All was well and good until my ship came under attack. I don’t know who.” She bit her lip. “Park’s gang, maybe. Maybe his enemies. I couldn’t tell. They rendered my ship adrift, boarded, killed my co-pilot and rendered me unconscious. Took Salal and I woke up some time before this pair of Pantorans came to my rescue.”

This was truth. This was honesty. But how much do you know? Cass’ gaze narrowed toward Gett’se. Or do you know only what the open channels and bounty boards feed you?



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[Corran Velt]

Fingers gently pressing against his back broke the Sector Ranger's serious and professional countenance. He quickly turned his head to look over his shoulder and found Squadron Leader Asuchi's golden eyes waiting. Surprisingly soft touch for a soldier. The Pantoran woman supplied a bit of wisdom on how to best proceed without turning the Y-wing into morgue. Corran stared at her for a moment out of the corner of his eye before nodding once in agreement. The ship, and its crime scene, weren't going anywhere anytime soon. Turning back to the helmeted Mandalorian, that bounty hunter commented on the rarity of Rangers this far out. "About as rare as two Mandalorians in the same place," the blond youth quipped back dryly. While the first supposed Mandalorian, the woman with the body in her cockpit, created some skepticism about her true heritage, the second one left no doubt. The man carried himself just like Captain Roland - helmet-covered face and all. True to the honorable nature akin to Roland, the bounty hunter disarmed his weapons and turned his back on people who could have filled him full of daylight. A stern command to vacate the disabled ship was the cherry on top to finally get Corran out of there.

Once back out in the relatively spacious hangar bay (despite the amount of ships now crowding its deck), the investigation began to take flight. Much like the bounty hunter's story, his identification card checked out. He was very much a legal member of the Guild. Gett'se Vizsla. Corran had no idea how to pronounce that first name. Handing the ID back to the male Mandalorian, the blond youth supplied a curt nod. "I see, Mister Vizsla. Just tracking the bounty of this... Park Salal." Although it was highly unlikely the two Mandalorians were working together to hoodwink the others, it couldn't be ruled out. It would have to be a pretty complicated scheme to get away with murder. The lieutenant set that possibility aside for now.

Released from the cockpit and tomb of her co-pilot, the Mandalorian woman was a lot less tight-lipped. Corran rested his hands on his hips and listened to her explanation with the occasional glance at the Pantorans for reactions. Was this the same story they had been told? The dreaded Trandoshan Park Salal had actually been defeated and captured. Unfortunately, the pirate terror was sprung, or captured again, by his crews or rivals. Whoever the boarders were had killed the Togruta with a clean shot to the head. That's when the Pantorans came into the story, eventually cascading into the five of them standing in this very hangar.

Corran was silent for a few moments as the competing stories wove together in his mind. A lot of them lined up or made enough sense to not be examined. But there a few gaps that didn't have a puzzle piece that fit. Serious blue eyes swiveled to the helmetless Mandalorian. "Park Salal's crew are some of the most merciless killers and raiders this side of Hutt Space, right?" The lieutenant ranger cocked a eyebrow. "But only your co-pilot is dead. If it was them, why would they spare you? If it was his rivals on the other hand, why would they only kill one but not both?" The implication was clear. Corran was accusing her of leaving out critical details. The kind of information that might mean the difference between being a victim and being a suspect.

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[Rylee Asuchi]

The rag tag party eventually exited the Winged Pike. Rylee made a small, inaudible sigh of relief as they did so, thankful that things had at least for now, remained civil. The Sector Ranger did not appear to be one for hanging around long, as shortly after the group found themselves back in the hangar, he was straight on to interrogating the final and most interesting person of the lot - Cass.

The helmeted Mandalorian, Gett'se Viszla, had recounted his events. Rylee could see no reason why they would not have been true. He arrived even later than any of them. It did not seem, based on the prior words spoken between himself and Cass that the two of them knew each other either. That, or the pair of them were incredible actors.

So, there were two Mandalorian's that appeared not to know each other, both tracking Park Salal and two Pantoran military pilots who now appeared to have gotten wrapped up in something that perhaps they shouldn't. Rylee and Jag both stood together between Corran and the two Mandalorian's, almost as a neutral barrier between the two. She listened to what Corran had to say and nodded occasionally. Everything Cass had said to Corran in the hangar stacked up with what they'd been told earlier, but, Rylee too had the same question that Corran eventually asked. Why spare Cass?

"The Sector Ranger has a point" she said, chipping in once Lieutenant Velt had stopped speaking, "and it's a question I'd like to know the answer to. It's been bothering me since we picked you up."

Jag then added his voice to the discussion. "Yeah, I mean, if you're a pirate like they are, the last thing you're gonna do is leave a survivor. It leaves too many loose ends and I'd say that leaving a woman with your capability alive is just bad news. I wouldn't want an angry Mandalorian chick chasing after me..."

Rylee shot Jag a look which seemed to imply he should stop talking, though she agreed with the sentiment. Mandalorian's were considered to be some of the toughest warriors the galaxy had ever known. The fact that they were in the presence of two of them was astonishing and as soldiers themselves, there was something to be revered about their warrior heritage.

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[Gett'se Vizsla]

Gett'se listened to the helmetless mandalorian's claims of capture, and how the loss of the acquisition went down. Her description of Park Salal and his reputation were on the money for what he had heard, though the extreme violence and ruthlessness wasn't exactly out of the norm for Trandoshans who operated on the bad side of the law.

"You snatched him. Then you lost him. Your writ of seizure is void." He commented. He wasn't trying to be cruel about the situation, but he did want it clear to the other hunter that that meant the bounty was back on the table and free to be claimed by another. Another like him. Had to buy fuel for his ship somehow.

"That's right. I have the puck if you need further proof." He replied to the ranger as he accepted his identification back, stowing them in their appropriate pouch. He winced a little at the butchering of his clan name but he didn't expect an aruetiise to be able to pronounce it. "You can just call me Gett'se."

After that he stayed mercifully silent as the ranger and pair of pantorans started to grill his fellow hunter and mandalorian. According to them her story didn't add up. He was relatively indifferent as to how it went down or who killed who. At the end of the day none of that really mattered when it came to him tracking down Park Salal, but he was curious to see how things played out here.

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