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Phiro kept himself calm and collected as they approached the rendezvous. Every instinct in him told him this was a bad idea. Just a few of the members they'd be bringing along was enough to make his stomach turn. Sith, Mandalorians, even a few freelancers like Destro himself. John placed a hand on his shoulder to ease him, speaking solemnly.
"It'll be okay, we'll get your brother back,"
Phiro nodded, more to himself to reassure himself. When he'd found out about what had happened to Phiro, he'd almost ordered Destro to kill that murderous Sith on the spot, but, held his fire when he offered information on his whereabouts. It wasn't much, but it was enough to get Phiro back on the trail. He's spent the last two weeks gathering allies, an unlikely, motley crew, of Sith, pirates, Mandalorians, Alliance Soldiers, and Destro's old contacts. The Sith they had contacted sent shudders down Phiro's spine, as he'd lied about who he was to avoid capture, but he hoped that the stakes would make his capture secondary to the real prize. Preventing his brother from accomplishing his new goal. Something that Phiro would never forgive himself if he allowed it to happen. If he survived. This was crazy, it was stupid. It was what he'd have to do to save his brother. The Wolf Fang dropped out of hyperspace, right at the rendezvous, and thankfully a little early. No one else was there, for now, and that would mean a little secrecy to the wrong eyes. If anyone from the high commands of the other factions found out, a war would be started here, and he couldn't have that happening. He sat back and waited as Destro spoke coolly.
"Tell you what Jedi, we survive this, I'll buy us all rounds of Juma, and I'll give you a personal position on the Wolf's Head,"
Phiro chuckled and settled into a chair as they waited for everyone to arrive. It was going to be the shortest mission ever if none arrived.
"It'll be okay, we'll get your brother back,"
Phiro nodded, more to himself to reassure himself. When he'd found out about what had happened to Phiro, he'd almost ordered Destro to kill that murderous Sith on the spot, but, held his fire when he offered information on his whereabouts. It wasn't much, but it was enough to get Phiro back on the trail. He's spent the last two weeks gathering allies, an unlikely, motley crew, of Sith, pirates, Mandalorians, Alliance Soldiers, and Destro's old contacts. The Sith they had contacted sent shudders down Phiro's spine, as he'd lied about who he was to avoid capture, but he hoped that the stakes would make his capture secondary to the real prize. Preventing his brother from accomplishing his new goal. Something that Phiro would never forgive himself if he allowed it to happen. If he survived. This was crazy, it was stupid. It was what he'd have to do to save his brother. The Wolf Fang dropped out of hyperspace, right at the rendezvous, and thankfully a little early. No one else was there, for now, and that would mean a little secrecy to the wrong eyes. If anyone from the high commands of the other factions found out, a war would be started here, and he couldn't have that happening. He sat back and waited as Destro spoke coolly.
"Tell you what Jedi, we survive this, I'll buy us all rounds of Juma, and I'll give you a personal position on the Wolf's Head,"
Phiro chuckled and settled into a chair as they waited for everyone to arrive. It was going to be the shortest mission ever if none arrived.