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Claudius strode through the small training outpost located on Roon's small jungle moon. He had found himself staying on the moon for a long time, enjoying the solace and silence some of the untouched places in the jungle offered. Finding untouched gems in the jungle was not hard, and there was plenty of game around for hunting. The jungle wasn't without its predators though, and Claudius sometimes found himself being hunted and no longer the hunter. All of this had prepared him for the one thing he cared about doing. By all definitions of the word, he was finally ready to kill Taryc Varad. He had made his peace with the fact that he might die, and he had long since said his last words to the Gods.
Though he needed a fail safe. Taryc had to die one way or another, and Claudius wasn't sure anyone else would step up to challenge the man. What he planned wasn't dishonorable, but it wasn't very Mandalorian. This plan had no valor or glory. Claudius was willing to kick aside such things if it meant Taryc died and his son would be avenged. Claudius had picked the right girl for the job, Sigifrid Ordo. She was a girl who liked the possibility of getting in trouble, from what he understand, and that was exactly the type of person he needed.
Pulling off his helmet and holding it by his waist he entered the room where she had been training. An assortment of equipment was littered throughout the room, from punching bags to weights. When he entered he saw she was taking a break, drinking some water to regain some of the precious liquid she had sweated out. "Sigifrid Ordo," he asked. "I was wondering if you would have a word with me."
Though he needed a fail safe. Taryc had to die one way or another, and Claudius wasn't sure anyone else would step up to challenge the man. What he planned wasn't dishonorable, but it wasn't very Mandalorian. This plan had no valor or glory. Claudius was willing to kick aside such things if it meant Taryc died and his son would be avenged. Claudius had picked the right girl for the job, Sigifrid Ordo. She was a girl who liked the possibility of getting in trouble, from what he understand, and that was exactly the type of person he needed.
Pulling off his helmet and holding it by his waist he entered the room where she had been training. An assortment of equipment was littered throughout the room, from punching bags to weights. When he entered he saw she was taking a break, drinking some water to regain some of the precious liquid she had sweated out. "Sigifrid Ordo," he asked. "I was wondering if you would have a word with me."