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[Etr Wyara]

The Air of the Cantinaa was filled with smoke and the smell of liquor. I was a few levels higher than 1313, to meet with another Mandalorian who bad pinged me with a message saying he wanted into the fight for the independence of Mandalore. His name was familiar though We had met only Briefly.
"Ja'yr Ordo"
I said the man in the dark Green Mandalorian Beskar'gam. He sat chewing a big wad of Tobac and took shots of white liquor in between spits. His brown hair was a tight crew cut while his eyes seemed to scan the Scene for any approaching danger, though the Large Blaster on his hip and Bowie knife on his chest told me straight away it wasn't because eye was afraid of anyone. I tapped his shoulder. I thought I might have startled him though his body language took more relaxed posture as his right hand disappeared to his side where his Blaster was and his face turned my way.
"What the fuck do y-"
He said, Pausing as he saw my Helmet. The symbol Of Clan Rytt clearly. I removed my helmet to greet him with a more proper smile.

 

[Ja’yr Ordo]

"What the fuck do y-" Ja'yr paused looking to the symbol of Clan Rytt and relaxed even more.
He leaned forward a smirk on his face. "We'll if ain't h'rapr Rytt... don't you look just like your Buirry, Boy."
He spits out his chewing Tobac in a spitting bowl next to his table. wondering why Adenn would send the boy to discuss business, but judging from Etr he had grown in the time he hadn't seen him. Hell, he seem to even lose an arm too. "You've really grown kid, where is Adden. I didn't expect him to leave you alone. He always seemed hover Buir, though I am not one to judge a great man like him.

 

[Etr Wyara]

I was taken back at that a bit. I hadn't seen this Mando in well... forever.
"Yeah I guess so."
I sat down next to him,
"Adenn was wounded... by the new Mand'alor. I don't know what to call it but it was didn't seem like am honorable Duel. We just barely saved him. It was literally magic."
I didn't drink anything, didn't order anything either. Money was starting to look kinda tight since Adenn was in recovery.
"They took part of his face off, Man. It was just like.."
I shuddered a bit at the thought. It had been a couple of months but I could still smell the Charred flesh and burnt hair. Could still hear the teeth as Fesseja Pulled each one like a popped piece of corn.
"I know you wanted to join and I know that you want to help us fight for mandalores independence. But are you willing to risk the Dishonor from Clan Ordo?"

 

[Ja’yr Ordo]

Ja’yr took in the information, his smile slowing faded away. He always jumped the gun with asking questions, and looking for details. That he nearly forgot Etr would barely remember him. He was almost a stranger to him. To just thrust all these questions on him, with no trust to boot he could tell Etr was put off by it. But after hearing about Adden and his “duel” he wondered how it could have been dishonorable. He learned back his making, saccade movements in thought on all the information he was gathering.
“Forgive me little one I forget my place at times. I know I ask a lot, and you know very little of me or my relationship with your kin.
I do have wish to help you and Adden in your fight for Mandalore.”
He paused to think what next to say, why would his own Clan disown him for fighting against Dishonorable Man’dalor.

“Etr, I want to hear about this duel between Adden, and the Mand’alore spare no details of you can. I need to know this fight is just. As for my Clan it would not Disown me. For fighting one who you claim is fought with no honor. The Ordo Clan on Nevarro is small yes, and we believe in the old ways.”
After finishing his thoughts he place credits on the table, and shouted to the witness for more Liquor and food.

 

[Etr Wyara]

I Took a drink and food and began to recall the story of how Adenn was Shot
"He had called shame on the other Mandalorians for allowing the Sith to Land on Mandalore. He was disgusted by their lack of response and resolve to resist the incursion. He had called everyone who stood idly as failing in their duty. He hated to see the Mandalorians being forced into a decision to elect a new Mand'alor. He had taken off his helmet in a sign of disrespect to the Sith who he challenged to a duel. He had never, However, Declared the new Mand'alor illegitimate. But in my opinion the Mand'alor proved his own inferiority when he shot Adenn without warning. And when his Companions joined in on the Shooting it delegitimized the duel entirely. Aden had never challenged a single one of them. Only the sith. They had blasted off part of his face."
I paused for a moment, taking a sip of my drink.
"He only wants for Mandalore to pursue its destiny independently. He doesn't want the Sith involved in it. And he was treated with outright hatred and called seditious for it. What a sick joke."

 

[Ja’yr Ordo]

Listening to Etr he shook his head disappointed, of the story he was being told.
"A Mand'alor elected and not earned in combat is no Mand'alor, he is a mere puppet to the sith in my opinion. Furthermore to violet a duel against scared laws. He sounds like a Fett more than a Mandalorian. Wears our armor but would shoot a vod as if he was like a dog, is a dar'manda, and those who follow him have lost their way. What clan would disgrace themselves?"

 

[Etr Wyara]

"What clan would disgrace themselves?"
The Angered ox Asked, I didn't hesitate
"It was Fenyang Ordo. He made became the Mand'alor. I don't know Who the other ment were but I'd Kill them all if I had the chance."
After I had finished my Drink I rose
"I'm hoping I didn't come here for nothing. I know you're an Ordo, and I wouldn't blame you for not wanting to go against the Mand'alor, never-ending one of your own. But are you still with us?"

 

[Ja’yr Ordo]

Ja'yr in shock and anger leaped out of his seat, nearly grabbed Etr in anger at the thought of an Ordo disgracing themself. As a slave of the sith. "Ordo you say, no one of my clan would follow a sith... Nor dishonor a duel, if that is true. Then as head of the Ordo of Nevarro. I claim him a traitor and Dar'manda who has lost his way. I will join you to cleanse the name of Ordo and to restore our honor.
He sat back down in silent anger. After a minute to cool his head he looked to Etr and said,
I have one condition, I kill the Ordo.