Posted: Thu May 15, 2008 3:27 am Post subject: Bad Time for a Mando.(Short story I did with a few Friends)
Darkmune Ruckus Clan Mercenary
Joined: 07 May 2008 Posts: 11
Region: Inner Rims
Planet: Thyferra
Time 21:00 hours.
Becta capital of the galaxy, Thyferra, a planet so over grown with plant like it was second only to Kashyyyk in terms of trees per kilometer. It as also hot, humid and sometimes rainy. Why humans would live on a world like this was beyond most of a normal person's common sense. Yet, despite the conditions humans lived on this over grown garden of a world for only two reasons, one was the production of Becta, or rather, the plants the miracle liquid was created from. The other reason, Credits! Despite the growing number of Becta processing plants around the galaxy, Thyferra still holds a good portion of the production in its capitalist hands. Freighters of all makes and models were coming and going from the planets capital cities main space port. But despite the money to be made, one young man wondered why of all the planets to get basically stranded on, Why the hell this one!
Zeronon Darkmune. Zero for short, constantly wondered this over the past few days. It didn't help much that the officials on this world annoyed him, he hated politics. And he was hardly prepared for the weather, rain from clear skies, and humid, wet heat with air so thick you could cut it with a vibroblade. There were a few ups to the world, the mandalorian noted, the women on the world were rather beautiful, enough so the he more then once chanced a glance over his shoulder, there clothing didn't help much either, if you wanted to call almost semi-transparent cloths clothing at all. That combined with the designs they wore left little to imagination of any visiting male. "Oh well," Zero said. "Some Di'kut was one lucky bastard to be married to any one of the women here." The mando grinned smartly, looking over his shoulder as he passed a pack of Thyferraian women roaming the city walks going from place to place. But unlike him, they were heading deeper into the city; Zero was heading out, back to the spaceport to sleep off another bad deal he found himself in. With a heavy sigh, he pulled out a small detapad and linked wirelessly to a halo-net server on the world and pulled up his private cred account, and groaned silently to himself, barely anything left, maybe just enough to get off this wet, hot ball of money grabbers, and off to a place where his soldiering skills could be of better use. With thoughts of leaving filling his head he walked on, out of the cities limits and back to his ship, a 26.5-meter long craft, very sleek, with folding angular wings and a rounded bridge compartment, similar to the Sith Infiltrator, but without all the droids it once held. Instead it was converted to hold a small crew of atleast four to five passengers, with basics for living, and some 350 kilograms of cargo, no counting food and water storage.
"This sucks. Next time I come to a world, I do some research on what it has to offer." Zero said, as he lay back in a cot for a bed, with the planet so warm he didn�t need much to stay warm, just his clothing. "I'm out of here first thing in the morning, these Di-kuts can keep this swamp for all I care." He proclaimed and turned over to go to bed.
Runi walked through one of the largest bacta producing factories on Thyferra. The woman that led him was beautiful in their half-nakedness but unfortunately Runi didn't have time to involve himself with any of them. He had dropped Kado and Gene off after promising Russel that he would look into the Reach presence on-planet. Ahh work as usual. And he still had to contact Rain eventually his thoughts only distracted him for moment though before he came back to the current conversation.
"We are currently working very well with the native Vratix species that are the original creators of the liquid. I am sure that on your survey you will find them most amiable."
Runi nodded as he continued his trek through the facility. He was, as was the nature of any mandalorian, fully armed. And his eyes constantly scanned for threats. He didn't know why but something wasn't sitting right with him here. another statement by his guide brought him to a halt.
"And there are a couple of other things that might be of interest to you. The vratix having been complaining of numerous disruptions among there production. Disappearances, small explosions, and at the same time, there was a small ship that crash landed in the forest not far from here." She turned as they reached the exit and bowed to him, a movement which he returned and tryed not to stare at the spot in her clothing that weren't transparent but covered up more.....vital areas. "Hopefully you enjoy your stay Mister Skirata."
The young sith apprentace slammed the Vartix govenor into the mucus made wall of his small abode. His name was Maginos, and he was tired of these delays. Vratix were an insectoid species with large compound eyes, long thin necks, and six limbs sprouting from a cylindrical thorax. They had two arms that were triple-jointed which extended from their shoulders. Small thin hairs covered their bodies and changed color to express emotion. Vratix excreted denin, a chemical that altered the color of their skin to reflect their mood, and was connected to their speech patterns of clicks also known as Vratix. Despite this, they could communicate with other beings via Basic when regarding trade. They were also slightly telepathic, capable of sending thoughts with other Vratix that they related to.
Vratix were a logical and straightforward species that had trouble grasping abstract concepts like art and music. However, they could solve a complex problem by examining every detail and angle. Culture was centered around the hive mentality. They generally referred to themselves as the plural we rather than I, and usually under their hive name. It should also be noted that the Vratix are generally a sociable species; they prefer all information to be delivered personally.
Vratix used bacta for thousands of years, and were not hesitant to share their secret with the galaxy at large."I have told you of my Lords demands, and your pety excuses are meaningless to me. Now supply to the Republic will cease, immediately or I will bring down this entire complex and every hive on your planet."
The Vartix clicked a reply in his fear then remembering who he was talking too switched back to basic. "If we stop supplying the Republic, then war is sure to come to us." Maginos shook his head an gestured at the Mazai warriors behind him in their armor. "The Sith will send people to protect you. But if not then THEY will destroy you before the Republic came, trust me." The Vratix continued to shake but nodded his head. "We will do our best to see that your request is taken into heavy consideration."
Maginos nodded. "That is all we ask."
Maginos had no sooner let go of the Vratix before was vaulted into a wall himself. Out emerged the Lord of War himself. Cerrabus considered further attacking the impetuous Maginos right there, but he would save that for Private. "Forgive our younger Sith Brother. He knows not of discipline or control yet. But he will be made to learn it." He said with a certain seething hatred for that kind of fault.
The Lord of War gave the Gov. of Vratix much more respect. "Youth these days, when you make a request they just leap right into it." He said as he brushed the Vratix shoulders off and noded his approval. "We would merely appreciate it if you ceased production to the Republic, while we don't require it, it would further speed up our integration with all the Republic. Fueling weakness will only prolong it, not help it. You must understand that we won't condemn you for your actions if you choose to aid the Republic. But that amnesty only extends to your choice of who to supply." He elicited that last sentance very clearly.
"We would also appreciate if you inform us whenever your disrespected by our younger ilk. Were in the process of removing this irrational behaviour from our lower ranks. They must learn that brute force is best left on the battle field in sparing amounts. You are our citizens here, not our enemies."
He let the moments pause indicate his moveing onward. "Now, I've come to you today because I require a rather large ammount of Bacta to leave with my supply ship. You'll find all the nesseccary information regarding it here."He pulled a datapad from behind his chest plate and handed it over. He gave a shallow bow to the Govenor and turned on his way out he pointed to Maginos who was slowly recovering his wits, "See me before my departure young one, you have much to learn." His voice litterally dripped with discontempt for his actions. Cerrabus military were disciplined, and the sith should have been as well. One day he would see to it they all were.
The one thing he dispised most was that sort of behaviour in his ranks. He'd thought when he shifted to Krells side he'd made the best decision, and for the most part he had. But there were always the few oddballs that needed sorting out.
Region: Inner Rims
Planet: Thyferra
Time 09:00 hours.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN I CAN�T LEAVE YET!" Zero yelled, more out of anger and annoyance then anything else. The voice on the other end of the Comm was shaken, a sign that he wasn't use to having a pilot or ship captain yell so loudly or angrily over something such as this. "You listen to me and you listen good Di�kut." The Mando said, "For the past month, I've been stuck on this worthless rock getting chump change. And now I'm leaving, so unless you can give me a reason worth my time, otherwise, I'm going to come up to that tower, and turn you inside out!" he paused while the controller explained, nervously why he could not leave yet. "S.. Sir, please, It's just a problem with our scheduling, no need to get upset about, it�s just you hadn't-" he was promptly cut off "I hadn�t What?" "-Hadn�t cleared it with the computer, this will take some time to process."
Just his luck, He needed to get off this wold and wasn't going to until his flightplan had been approved. "Fierfek." Zero muttered, sitting on the bottom step of the back ramp on his ship, Saber in hand as he polished the finely engraved blade with a cloth of the cleaning kit. He hated delays like this, especially when he was in a hurry. But his brooding was short lived as a almost jet black Vratix, from almost nowhere dropped almost on top on him, casting a shadow as Zero looked up. "What now?" the humans asked, raising a brow questioningly, wondering why a warrior would come to see him.
With a few clicks the insectiod nonhuman produced a datapad from a carrying ouch and gingerly held it, to avoid breaking anything on it with his razor sharp claws. "For me?" Zero asked, and carefully took the pad, thumbing it on as it brought up a personal request, but said, for eyes-only. Quickly the young Mando read over the file type in basic. "Ok, so, we have a few dark forcers, so what do they want a Mando to do about it?" he thought as he finished the short file. Sith warriors on the planet, not like he cared personally, but then, the Sith were once the people who basically had nearly the whole people of Mandalore rip itself apart in the pointless war against the Jedi Order of the Old Republic. "Hmm... give me a moment, to add to this, then take another to any other Mando around," he said, attaching another short message to the file, and with a new Datapad, he made a new message, requesting any and all Mandalorians to meet at this Spaceport. The last thing he wanted was to find his adopted family caught up in yet another war where they had to face off against the Jedi and their powers. "It's set on stand-by, so they just have to activate it. Thank you." Zero said, as the Vratix Warrior jumped off, reminding Zero of a Jedi he once saw, leaping away.
Waiting just a moment Zero re-sheathed the ancient saber, setting in his lap as a slight smirk came over his face. 'Halbuir, I think this is one personal mission, even you�d be willing to take on.' He said, his mind already wheeling idea on what to do, what he was planing to do, and just how to do it.
Runi had recevied the datapad from a nervous looking young lady and had taken off immediately. He also had an ongoing mission for Reach to pick up any mandalorians he happened to encounter. He still walked with a sort of limp from his latest adventure with Kado. Although the injury had been healed with bacta, it was now more of a mental barrier. Now he was in a spaceport on the far side opf the planet waiting to meet someone he didn't even know. If this wasn't important someone's head was going to roll. Especially since they had used his mandalorian heritage as a lure. He was out of the semi formal attire Russel had taken to making him wear lately and was back in his black Reach tech flight suit. He was armed with a mandalorian ripper and a special vibrodagger. He also carried the custom sniper rifle Rain had given him. His sleeves were once again rolled up to the elbow to show of his implants, which for some reason were starting to spread and and now creapt all the way up his arms, over the tops of his shoulders, and up the side of the neck.
One of his droids, Kad, The canine with the brain of a Basilisk War Droid, moved ahead of him sniffing the ground and generally enjoying life. His newest partner that accompanied him was a bio-cyber assassin droid created by Ottan Cuyrsu that Runi had named Holy. He carried a small arsenal with him and resembled a young, tan skinned human with long brown hair and irises that were pitch black. He didn't speak much and to Runi it seemed that his knowledge of life in general was severly limited. Cuyrsu had made the droid for him when he was promoted to Director of Programming and he was a loyal bodyguard if not the greatest conversationalist. He was also trained in the use of the Force, something Runi though was a load of poodoo since he had never seen it, but if Reach thought it was nessecary then it would probably come in handy. One of these days he'd have to ask Holy what his abilities were exactly.
Holy constantly scanned the croweded spaceport with both internal trackers and the Force for any threats, while Kad ran and sniffed a passerby then came back wagging his tail. Their contact would probably show up soon.
The situation was hardly a trap or even a lure for fellow Mandalorians. But still it did warrant security. And if Zero was one thing, it was cautious, while he had asked any of his ner�vods on the planet, he remained on his small ship going over any files on records of the Sith while remotely piloting a small holo-driod out to meet his contact(s). With it was a simple datapad attached, and instructions in Mandalorian, to its spherical side as it moved over the heads of the normal passer-by and on to its contact.
With the contacts found the small driod lowered itself remotely, presenting the mandolorian texted datapad to Runi. The message, when translated to basic, was short and this.
Hello Ner'Vod(s)
Vor'e for coming, sorry if it seems odd to be meeting you with droids, but non-mandos, but I'm worried about something that is linked to our great homes downfall, but I'll save a more lengthy for when we meet. Come to hanger t'ad ta'raysh, I'll be on the ramp of my ship.
Vor'e, Dha
Runi shrugged after reading the message. "Guess we better hurry this up then huh fellas?" With that he walked towards the hangar.
He came in behind Holy with his hand on the butt of his pistol. Kad was at his side and was growling low in his throat, prepared for danger and Holy had his pulse cannon in his hands. The young man claiming to be a mando was standing on the ramp of his ship, as promised. Let's get this over with. he thought to himself.
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The young man, Zeronon Darkmune, stood fully, in his normal clothing, at just over 6'3" his arms crossed over his chest while holding tightly to his fathers Saber, his saber now. "I bet you're thinking, 'Lets get this over with.' Right?" the young man asked. "I couldn�t agree more if you had, so I'll dispense with the pleasantries, Vod and get right to a point, I've been asked to help deal with a Sith problem by the Vratix in the area, and I need some help." He said quickly and bluntly, "It seems they are pushing around the local Vratix governor and quickly sought out professional help, Help that I alone can't provide with out asking others for help as well." he explained, trailing off with a slight sigh. "You don't have to Ner'vod, but it would be greatly appreciated." he finished, realizing too late he had not done thing in the most proper of ways. But then, he was in a hurry and wanted to get some long over-do payback for his mando ancestors.
Runi grinned slightly and stepped forward motioning for Holy to lower his weapon. No one else would call him a brother except for another mandalorian. He took his hand off his weapon as well and put it forward.
"Lucky your mando'ad." he said. "Otherwise I would have probably just shot you and moved on. I've been asked to look into the disturbances, although it's notconfirmed that it's the sith here. But if you need another arm you've got one." He held up a finger on his free hand. "One condition the ner'vod. If I help you join my crew and Reach. I've been traveling looking for other mandalorians. We haven't been the same race of warriors we used to be for years now. So I'm working on concentrating us in one place. So if I do this you must join my crew. Deal?"
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Those words had a lot of meaning behind them for Zero, so much so that it brought a small smirk to his features "Ner'vod." Zero started, "you have yourself more then a deal, because I'm all in for that kind of a mission," he said, jumping down from the ramp and extended his hand. "Zero Darkmune, Dha for short." He said, introducing himself, saying the first half of his sermane in mando, Dha (Dah) mando for Dark. "Would you like a cup of Caf? I'll explain everything inside my ship, the Forger." he said, a bit questioningly.
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Those words had a lot of meaning behind them for Zero, so much so that it brought a small smirk to his features �Ner�vod.� Zero started, �you have yourself more then a deal, because I�m all in for that kind of a mission,� he said, jumping down from the ramp and extended his hand. �Zero Darkmune, Dha for short.� He said, introducing himself, saying the first half of his sermane in mando, Dha (Dah) mando for Dark. �Would you like a cup of Caf? i'll explain everything inside my ship, the Forger.� he said, a bit questioningly.
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Runi nodded and dropped both hands and motioned for him to lead the way. Kad came up began sniffing the new man. Holy all the while held onto his weapon, one never knew when the biologicals would switch side was his thought as they went into the ship. But he didn't understand the complex relationship that every mandalorian shared. 'Aliit ori'shya taldin' was a common mandalorian proverb. It meant 'Family is more than blood.'
Runi grabbed the closest chair to him when he was onboard and Holy took up a position near the door while Kad curled up at his feet. "So let's learn some more about you." he said.
(Ok, thats all I'm going to put up. any comments on it are welcome, but message me them and I'll post the next part to the story a.s.a.p.) _________________
Posted: Thu May 15, 2008 3:32 pm Post subject:
Sago Apma Ruckus Clan Mercenary
Joined: 31 Mar 2008 Posts: 11 Location: Alabama (about 60 miles north of Mobile)
The story sounds good. Keep it coming _________________
Ke barjurir gar'ade, jagyc'ade kot'la a dalyc'ade
Posted: Sat May 17, 2008 3:32 am Post subject:
Darkmune Ruckus Clan Mercenary
Joined: 07 May 2008 Posts: 11
(OK, Continuing my little story. Again, this was done mostly with my Friend and Ner'vod, Runi SkiRata With the Sith played by one of our friends and Admins, Shadow.)
“Well, to start, I’m not a true mando, sadly. I’m Coreillian by birth.” Zero said, pouring some extra strong caf into two mugs. I know the whole ‘Aliit ori'shya taldin' proverb, Family is more then blood, which was one of the things Hal’buir taught me when I was young,” he explained, as he came to the small table and gave the younger mandalorian his mug, then took a seat in the other himself. “When I was three years old, I lost my real parents but not before they handed me over to my father, Hal Darkmune. But that was nearly 21 years ago. “ He said as he continued
“So as you can Guess, I’m 23 now, nearly 24. But when I was 17, I lost Hal forever while he was on a simple mission he had taken, guard duty on a survey of the former Republic capital. Now all I have left of my father is all that is on this Republic Sienar Systems type star courier, ‘The Forger.’ That I had named after Hal’buir had told me of my true family and how they them selves fought to protect their own ship from Trandosian slavers, also named the forger, but it was a YT-1300 freighter, other then that I’ve been to over 50 worlds with my father. Three were for my own training, Tattooine, Hoth, and Kashyyyk. Each with the worst possible place to be at, Tattooine for its deserts and infamous sand people, Hoth for its blistering cold and deadly cousins to the wookies, well they are in my opinion anyway. And Kashyyk for all the damn traps he and his wookie friends had set up for me to learn about forest and jungle combat. A few others were on the list of training sites, but I never can recall their names. “ Zero explained in polite detail, sparingly, then took a long sip from his mug. “The other worlds were for missions he took, I was almost always with him when I was 8-yrs old on till his disappearance.” He added, the chuckled to himself. “Oh I recall one for a former grand moff, we had to play body guard for him for a while, and being the slicer that I am, I had one hell of a time fooling with his homes’ computer systems. Even caught him bringing a mistress in while his beloved wife was out, figured it would come in handy if he tried to rip us off. Figures I was right to do so, he was about give us only half our payment then, I showed him the halovid that I caught of him, you should have seen the old Di’kuts face when a 15 yr.-old teenager outsmarted him. But then, I failed to tell him about what his young teenage daughter was doing while her folks were away, still have a few vids of those somewhere.” He explained, leaving out a few things that only he wanted to remember. “But other those little tidbits, I’ve got mostly stories of training and boredom.”
Runi took a sip of the caf and glanced back at Holy. He had never explained the concept of families or fathers to him and he was sure it would come up at a later date. He took in the older man and nodded slowly. Despite the fact that he wasn't mandalorian born he was a very strong-willed man. He had actually heard something of the man named Hal from his mother. He was pretty well known umong the small gathering of mandalorians on Concord Dawn.
"Well judging from your story it seems like your just as worthy of the title mandalorian as any proven warrior. I'll be glad to have you. Sorry I can't take the time to tell you about myself but we do have a mission to accomplish. Maybe later though. So what do you know about the insurgents here?"
The mando nodded some. “From what I gathered about them, there are at present two Sith here. One is definitely an apprentice. The other, judging by the halos I’ve seen, is the Sith lord of war, Cerrabus, himself. There could be more, bodyguards at best. But I’ve been told that they want to stop all the flow of becta to the New Republic.” Zero said. “Frankly I doubt its up to the Vratix to say who gets becta and who doesn’t, and don’t think the Sith know that. From what I recall, all the disruption of the becta is handled by the two corporate identities, here on the planet for the Thyferra becta facilities.”
VIP Office Room Bacta Production facilities and Refinery
Cerrabus sat seated upright and formal as Xavien entered the room and knelt before his Prime Lord. "Master, the ones you've been watching are aware just as you planned." Cerrabus laced his fingers together infront of him as he noded silently. "I can sense them. The ripples they make now are small, but given time and opportunity they could cause torrents in the force. Continue to watch them." Xavien noded silently and began to rise. Cerrabus lifted a hand up to stop him.
"See to it they find me, I'm rather interested in speaking with them if you could." Xavien noded, "Which method do you prefer? Forcefully or Passively?" Cerrabus thought for a moment quietly and responded with "Passively first, if they seem hesitent or unwilling see to it otherwise." Xavien bowed understanding what his master had meant. "It will be as you wish."
Runi's eyes widened at the mention of the Lord of War himself. That wasn't anything near good. Holy's only visible reaction was to cleanch his weapon harder and stare closely at Dah. Runi turned to him and nodded.
"Holy you know what to do. Head back to the ship and inform Russel of the situation."
Then he turned back to the other man and held onto his cup keeping his gaze locked on the older mans eyes. "Listen" he started softly. "I know that as a mandalorian you won't like the idea of running. But that's exactly what we're going to do. We're gonna pack up and head for Reach HQ, and once we get there we'll decide what to do with this information." He stood up out of his chair and Kad quickly scrammbled to his paws behind him. "Consider it a tactical retreat. Because if you don't and you let your cultural pride get in the way of your survival instincts then you will die. One sith apprentice we could take no problem. Even with the bodyguards it would have been a fair fight, Holy could tear through all of them easily. But a sith lord? And not hust anyone, but the second highest person in they're organization? We don't have the manpower or the firepower to deal with a job like that." He set down the now cooling cup of caf and headed for the door.
He stopped halfway out with his hand on the frame. His head hung low from his own shame, and his pride fought to well up inside of him and take back his earlier words. But he knew that even if he took them back they would still be true. They were nowhere near the level of Cerrabus in terms of sheer power. Osik they didn't even know where he was or when he would decide he didn't want them snooping around and just come after them with a lightsaber. So the best thing they could do was leave and get Republic aid. They'd probably make a nice cred from the info. He lifted his head again and spoke over his shoulder.
"You said these people requested your help and you wanted to help them. Well I want to help MY people. And if you want to go get slotted by my guess, that's just one person that would be a danger to my crew and my family. A true ner'vod would heed my warning, not as something a coward would say, but as something a brother would say and come with me. You would help the vratix more by living than dying needlessly. If you find offense with my words then challenge me to cleanse your honor. I'd beat you, but you can try. So what are you going to do?"
Before either man could move though Runi's comlink beeped twice. meaning it was urgent. He opened it up and the the eternally calm voice of Holy came over the airwaves.
"Master. Message from HQ, it's from Mister Eisley. I'm patching it through now."
A small blue light began shining above the comlink screen that resolved into a dapper man in a buisness suit with cold, dead eyes.
"Runi my friend it is time to earn what you have fought so long for. The Aggressor-Class flagship you requested is complete and the tech you stole from the Republic, the self healing hull, is installed successfully. Although the Republic has tagged your ship in the attempt so I would suggest you don't stay in one place long. An illustrious friend of mine has agreed to see to the turning over of Mandalore to Reach hands if we agree to stop a new menace that has been released. They're called the Reapers and they will probably offer the Mandalorians the greatest battle since there glory days. You have a month to send the word to as many mandalorian warriors as you can to the Reach headquarters. From there you willo board the ship and you will have a week to acclamate yourselves to it and run a few drills. At the end of said week you will have three days to make it to the designated system and began the clearing of the Repears. That is all."
The message winked out and Runi could only stare in open-mouthed shock. Was all of this true? Was he really so close to realizing two of his dreams coming to fruition? And who was this employer that needed mandalorian warriors to handle a simple outbreak of some random creature. They had to be extremyl dangerous if that was the case. But if it would help his people then he would do it without thinking twice. He spoke back into his comlink. "Send Russel back a message. Tell him I'm on my way."
Zero sat back, and for the first time, thought over his options, but kept his ear open. 'So his manes Runi,' he thought to himself. "Runi, Wait a moment! Hal'buir didn't raise a Di'kut, I know what threat this sith lord is, and retreat is an option, a damn good one, thats how I try to view running, retreat, its neither running nor staying. And it's not like I want to help, I’m honor bound, but I’ll come with you, and we can inform the Republic," He said "Hell, those Sons of a sith owe me a few credits for a raid I helped pull off. That or a refit of the ship I took." He laughed. "And besides I think you and this other Mando need someone a bit more experienced to watch you six, you know the old mando saying? ‘Kar’tayli ad meg hukaat’kama.’ Right?” he asked, with a slight smirk. But in the back of his mind, the words Runi said.
"You said these people requested your help and you wanted to help them. Well I want to help MY people. And if you want to go get slotted by my guess that’s just one person that would be a danger to my crew and my family. A true ner'vod would heed my warning, not as something a coward would say, but as something a brother would say and come with me. You would help the vratix more by living than dying needlessly. If you find offense with my words then challenge me to cleanse your honor. I'd beat you, but you can try. So what are you going to do?"
Those were wise words, even for a Mandalorian so young. “Runi, I said I’d come with you, and I am, Ner’vod,” the 23 yr. old said. “I have many things that I have to make up for, things Hal’buir couldn’t teach me alone, maybe I can learn these things with you guys, and maybe I’d end up teaching you a thing or two in return. But I won’t lie to you; I’ve never supported Sith sense I found out about them involving us in their little war two millennia ago. I see a few Mandalorians, or even the whole surviving race of our people, bringing them down, is and would be the ultimate form of payback.” He explained.
Good Runi thought at least he's not a moron. "Good. Ready your ship and meet me at these coordinates. This is where our supposed new flagship of the mandalorian race is. We start training with or without you there." He said and grinned. "And hurry. We don't have a lot of time."
Zero grined, and took the coordinates from Runi. "Alright, I'll be waiting for you, Ner'vod." he said with a laugh. and hurried toward the bridge of his small craft.
“Alright you buckets of bolts, time to show my little brother what our little ship can do.” Zero barked, taking a seat in his command chair as the three rebuilt trade federation style pilot droids ‘woke up’ for their owners use. “Helm, close the main hatch, and bring us into orbit over the planet. Navigation, plot me the quickest route to these coordinates, then feed them to helm, weap/Comm, check all traffic chatter, and make sure no unfriendly Di’kuts are following this ship or the New Blood, last thing I want is have a party crasher.” The mando barked his orders, loudly, and clearly, the three thinly built droids quickly snapped into action, the helm bringing the sleek ship out and around the hanger using repulser lifts as the landing gear silently raised into the belly of the Forger. Once clear of traffic in the air, the nose of the ship tilted up 45 degrees and sped of into the heavens, its wings unfolding the higher they climbed. Navigation, quickly pulled up the site in its over sized elongated head as its metallic fingers flew over its keyboards, putting all its available processing power into its given task while setting up the route for the helmsdroid.
At weaps/Comm the duel weapons and Comm station for the ship, reported it was all clear, no unknowns following them, that’s was good for Zero to hear, “Right. Helm, give me full power to hyperdrive engines while bringing us to our exit vector. Sub-light engines to full speed and power for the systems edge get us out of this system gravity well. The moment you have cleared it, make the jump.” Zero gave his final orders as the small, sleek personal craft sliced through the sea of black what was space, outbound from the planet as he stepped off and into the lower holds, checking of what little equipment he had on hand. Which wasn’t much, a personal blaster pistol, a DC-17m with sniper attachment, a vibrodagger, and his Mandalorian saber. This would do for now, it was all small and mostly cancelable. _________________
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