Ask We Just Need To Top Up

[Van'Aria Solus]

She came to a halt just infront of him, looking him over in a content yet somewhat worried manner, she understood that he was of a more direct nature yet even then her own selfish altruism told herself that she had to do more to prevent him from having to do things himself, that was the logic she played in her head, the more she did the less someone else had to do, the more she provided the less need there would be so she soldiered on until there would be no need for her to march anymore.

"You are not injured either? Are you certain?"

She looked him over a final time however in that hectic moment Nox noticed that she spoke Basic, either out of courtesy or because it was the first thing that came to mind, she then shook her head to his answer, there were no casualties on their takeover of the Armory save for those that opposed them and that in itself was good enough for her to call a victory, infact whilst he thought the earlier happenings to have been unfavourable she considered it favourable for him to speak out but that was something she did not comment on.

Almost in autonomy she turned when he stepped past her keeping pace as if she was used to such, it came instinctually to her infact she preffered walking over standing still when she spoke, it kept her mind in motion and a mind in motion was a mind clear of distraction, during their stride she spoke up once more to answer his second question more proper and to give a proper report as is necessary.

"The Armory has been liberated, I have left behind a small detachment with the task to keep watch, the rest of the remaining forces that had been with me are escorting those captured or that have surrendered towards the Hangars."

It was when she spoke her final words that they arrived in said Hangars and there Nox could see the Truth of her words, a column of Pirates were organized in neat rows by the Mandalorian forces as was custom in the Crusades those that would elect to join them would be given the chance, those that wished not would be erased from history, it was when they finally came to another halt when Nox finished his orders for Rynn that she stepped forth just a little bit to step into his direct vision, lifting her gaze to place upon his Visor she then spoke.

"I believe a talk is in order."

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[Nox Solus]

Nox heard Aria's question but he didn't answer for a moment. The truth was that he wasn't certain and most likely was in some capacity. There was still a slight daze to his vision and it felt as if one of his ribs had been fractured or at least cracked. The intake of breath hurt but it was manageable, alleviated with the elation that they finally had control of the station. A painful chuckle came out of him before he said, "I'll consider myself injured when I can't move my legs." That would be the only way to stop him from fighting because if his heart pumped blood, he would always pick up a weapon.

After the report was given to him, he gave a slow nod, "Taking that armory saved Mandalorian lives today. Good work Aria." Nox could always appreciate the efficiency and she was just that. She had joined him on multiple operations and he was grateful for her appearance but that whats also confused him. He had heard the reports of her lone activities out in the rim, especially with those who would be considered directly their enemies. Nox had his own thoughts but when she brought up that they would need to have a talk, he stared back at her before responding, "Yes, we do."

But that would be pretty much all he offered as he would step past Aria in order to face the columns of prisoners. Nox would silently inspect them, seeing mostly untrained pirates that had gotten used to the comfortable life the refueling station provided them. He knew the other two wanted the others to join but the thought of pirates suddenly swelling their ranks had never interested him. After a few seconds of contemplating, he finally spoke out loud to the small assembled group, "Your ships and weapons have been confiscated. Whatever is left of you is being rooted out as we take full control." Rynn would be taking care of that with the droids.

Nox would then nod to a lone shuttle behind them, "There is a shuttle for you to leave but there isn't enough space for you all." The Solus'alor would then walk over to a small crate of captured weapons from dead pirates, stun-sticks, and vibro-weapons that would be pushed toward the captured men. It would be simple, a fight that left the best standing. Even though they were being armed, there would be significant deterrents to rise up with handfuls of fully armed Mandalorians surrounding them. "You wish to leave with your life. You earn that right. If you decide to remain still, you may join our ranks and be introduced to a new life of glory." Anybody would choose life over death, that was a choice that required no thought. Nox would clear the chafe and find those that truly had the fire and will to live. Those he wouldn't mind having as fellow crusaders. "Fight well."

Turning around, ready to inspect other sectors of the station, Nox would fixate his gaze upon Aria, "Make sure it goes smoothly. Enjoy the show." He would depart from the hanger then as the pirates would start to pick up their weapons.

 

[Van'Aria Solus]

She wouldve stopped him if they were anywhere else that wasn't public, she didn't care who he was or what might he commanded, when one of her people is hurt it was her responsibility to make certain they get better, but for once she abstained from insisting on it, shaking her head in futile defiance to the fact she just kept walking with him but he could tell from just the silence that came from her that she didn't approve of him not answering that in honest albeit not a major thing to consider.

"I will look you over when we are done here. One must make sure you recover proper."

She insisted at the very least before giving a quiet nod, it was when they came to a brief halt infront of the Columns that Nox told her of her deeds, but she dismissed them, they were not grand enough, not good enough she must do more, she must continue and this was but a small stop on a long path.

"For my People I will do all to elevate them."

She gave as a solemn response before folding her Arms behind her back, she deduced enough that Nox had a very good reason to speak with her but for now she would watch his addressal in mild curiousity, it would show her the way he ticks, the way he judged people on first glance and from what she could tell... this was acceptable, more than acceptable, weeding out the weak was ever a necessary step of evolution and in this kind of work, the weak were only a detriment.

"I shall oversee it until only the very last crawl on their knuckles defiantly. Then we shall see what they are made off."

Her tone sounded preternaturally calm for the situation, she did not see this as a moment of stress no, far from it. This was more similiar to the focus she felt when she trained younger generations, it was something that she was accustomed to, intrinsically almost.

"I shall await your summons." She spoke to Nox without turning her Gaze his way.

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[Rynn Itera]

Rynn had never been one for theater or the limelight, he preferred to work in the shadows and keep a low profile. The work with the droids had been perfect for his skillset, and he did his best to accommodate just that. His hands had readied the distress signals and the various control commands, addressing various protocols that went out to the droids that were roaming through the halls of the ship. The sounds of metal feet would clank through the walkways, going room by room and securing them from any sort of remaining holdouts that lingered within the shadows of this station.

Things were dying down, and control of the station had finally come into place, it seemed like a job well done -- even if he himself had not done anything particularly glorious. His lips kissed against the back of his teeth as he leaned back in his chair with one final flick to put the droids under control of the Mandalorian presence on the station. Another job done, on to the next one. With that the Mandalorian would head off, their mission was a success and completed.

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