Open Social Nar Shaddaa Blazing Engines
- Thread starter Adenn Rytt
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" I agree, if you folks will follow me to my ship I think we can discuss this more private"
Adenn said, snuffing out his pipe, rising from his seat and putting his helmet on.
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"That's a good idea. " She was glad they some extra help now, but it wasn't smart to let everyone in on it.
Wylt read the charter while the others spoke.
Nothing out of the ordinary. He left his signature on the datapad, sliding it over to the Mandalorian in the red armour afterwards. Three Mandalorians, an elderly Twi'lek, and me, he thought, that's bound to become interesting.
Wylt nodded in agreement to the proposition of heading to Adenn's ship. He didn't feel safe with the group, but neither did he feel any immediate threat. They were freelancers like himself, always on the lookout for another opportunity. As far as Wylt was concerned, that was all he needed to know. And he could really use an opportunity like the acquisition shown by the Guild fab. It was, by far, the fattest bounty he had laid his eyes on in his relatively short career as a bounty hunter, and it would be a foot in the door with the Guild.
Nothing out of the ordinary. He left his signature on the datapad, sliding it over to the Mandalorian in the red armour afterwards. Three Mandalorians, an elderly Twi'lek, and me, he thought, that's bound to become interesting.
Wylt nodded in agreement to the proposition of heading to Adenn's ship. He didn't feel safe with the group, but neither did he feel any immediate threat. They were freelancers like himself, always on the lookout for another opportunity. As far as Wylt was concerned, that was all he needed to know. And he could really use an opportunity like the acquisition shown by the Guild fab. It was, by far, the fattest bounty he had laid his eyes on in his relatively short career as a bounty hunter, and it would be a foot in the door with the Guild.
"Fine by me." Talon rose to follow Rytt; he immediately became uncomfortable when Rytt put his helmet on. He scolded himself, however. Yes, mandalorians had followed the no-helmet-off tradition for years. However, more and more mandos were beginning to ignore this policy, and he'd have to be fine with that.
Dolworth shrugged as they moved from the cantina to wherever Rytts ship was. He knew that the Way required they kept their helmet on at all times, with the exception being in the company of Vodes. Dol also knew that times were changing and that such a tradition can cause trouble and there were times one had to compromise. As they made their way to the ship, he managed to get alongside Vizsla and kept their for the remainder of the move.
"I did not expect to find more than a few Vod here, much less one from Clan Vizsla." he said in a rather cheerful but quiet voice to Viszla keeping the conversation only to the two Mandalorians.
"I did not expect to find more than a few Vod here, much less one from Clan Vizsla." he said in a rather cheerful but quiet voice to Viszla keeping the conversation only to the two Mandalorians.
Talon shrugged. "Wandering the outer rim is exciting and can get you a lot of friends, but it can also give you a lot of problems, and I guarantee you, it doesn't pay much." His attempt at a joke seemed to come off as more of an obvious fact; the message was clear, however. The past was the past; they needed to worry about the here and now. He tried again at small talk; "I admire your armor customization." The colors were unnatural, and he liked that; he had to admit it was better than plain white.
Dolworth chuckled at the joke, only to frown from beneath his Helmet when his Beskar'gam's paintjob was metioned. He wasn't insulted, but the memories came back as he tapped on his left pauldron, "Butura o'r accordance at meg sal tid'ica at cuun adate vod" He said in Mand'oa to Vizsla, nodding as they moved along, "Orange for Love of Life..." He finished quietly.
Translation: "Painted in accordance to what the colors mean to our people brother"
Translation: "Painted in accordance to what the colors mean to our people brother"
Talon suddenly recalled orange's association; he shouldn't have said anything. He put his hand on the mandalorian's shoulder.
"Vi an aalar aaray, ner burc'ya. I will do what I can to prevent any more from coming to you...this is the Way." He removed his hand, recalling his own pain at the loss of the first people who were ever kind to him. "Aaray..." he repeated to himself; "Mando'ad draar digu." He walked on.
Translation: "We all feel pain, my friend"; "A Mandalorian never forgets."
"Vi an aalar aaray, ner burc'ya. I will do what I can to prevent any more from coming to you...this is the Way." He removed his hand, recalling his own pain at the loss of the first people who were ever kind to him. "Aaray..." he repeated to himself; "Mando'ad draar digu." He walked on.
Translation: "We all feel pain, my friend"; "A Mandalorian never forgets."
“This is the way. Thank you Vod” responded Dolworth, “But what has happened happened. The importance in the now is that we live our lives to the fullest in honor of the memory of the ones we love most. My brother taught me that well...and I’ve lived by that code ever since.” he finished as they neared the ship.
Adenn knew some... most mandos practically lived their entire lives in theit beskar, the Resol'nare demanded it as a daily action. But he remembered what his father had said to him all those years ago at his Verd'goten when he made his vows to honor and follow the Mandalorian way. He had smacked him across the face with his gauntlet to remember them before saying;
You earned the right to call yourself mando'ade, through blood and through fire you gone from being a boy to being a man. Your right and your honor is without question. Follow the Resol'nare, be a warrior, not a shell. This is the way.
He led the group, reflecting on his new companions. They walked down the twisting streets of Nar Shaddaa before reaching the Spooky Mistress. He pressed a button on his gauntlet bringing down the ramp. Pre and Jang, his massiffs, came bolting out to greet him, tackling him and licking him.
You earned the right to call yourself mando'ade, through blood and through fire you gone from being a boy to being a man. Your right and your honor is without question. Follow the Resol'nare, be a warrior, not a shell. This is the way.
He led the group, reflecting on his new companions. They walked down the twisting streets of Nar Shaddaa before reaching the Spooky Mistress. He pressed a button on his gauntlet bringing down the ramp. Pre and Jang, his massiffs, came bolting out to greet him, tackling him and licking him.
Dolworth watched as the two massive beasts jumped Rytt, instinctively reaching for his pistol before he noticed they were simply greeting their master. He relaxed a bit, though not enough for him to looking around the hangar, noting whether or not they were being watched. He took his attention then to the YT-2000. "After a hundred years CEC is still making these?!" noted Dol out loud, "I thought they stopped making these after the 2400 came online. Interesting." he finished as he offered a hand to help Rytt up.
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Adenn took the help and got up, commanding the massiffs to stand down. He turned to Dolworth
"I dont think they still are, Got this'n second hand. But she does the Job just fine, CEC's will last forever if you take care of them."
He said, slapping the freshly seal coated Hull. He invited the group inside. The interior was well lit and the lighting was warm. On the wall were pelts and heads of different creatures rytt had hunted and rugs roughly laid out, overlapping on one another. Rytt cleared a table which had been occupied by empty bottles of liquor, books and a jar Tabac, inviting the others to sit to discuss the plan for the bounty.
Talon walked into the ship; "Nice place." He sat at the table Rytt cleared, looking around at all the animals in the area. He then focused on the task at hand.
"So, about the bounty...where was the last place the asset was seen? Assuming he's a good pilot and we want him alive, we'd have to go after him on foot."
"So, about the bounty...where was the last place the asset was seen? Assuming he's a good pilot and we want him alive, we'd have to go after him on foot."
Dolworth took a seat near a table, listening to Talons questions an nodding, “Frankly I think the two biggest threats in this job are the rest of the gang and the concept of them being in a ship”
He leaned back and let his helmet rest against the bulkhead, “If we neutralize those we might stand a snowballs chance in Malachor.” He summarized, “For a good plan I think we should figure out what each operators skill sets are first.” He suggested.
He leaned back and let his helmet rest against the bulkhead, “If we neutralize those we might stand a snowballs chance in Malachor.” He summarized, “For a good plan I think we should figure out what each operators skill sets are first.” He suggested.
Wylt followed the Mandalorians into the ship, glancing sideways at the animals, slightly uneasy. There had been no pets around him, neither on Coruscant nor on Nar Shaddaa, so he had never adjusted to their erratic behaviour. He took a seat next to the Mandalorians.
"I know my way around a blaster," he said with as much confidence as he could muster. "Frankly, that's all I'm good at, and so far, it's all I've needed. Put me on the frontline when the blast doors open, and at the very least you'll have less bolts aimed at you."
"I know my way around a blaster," he said with as much confidence as he could muster. "Frankly, that's all I'm good at, and so far, it's all I've needed. Put me on the frontline when the blast doors open, and at the very least you'll have less bolts aimed at you."
"I've stowed away on ships for years until I finally got my own, so I'm not new at sneaking around. I'm not much of a pilot or leader, but I can shoot and I can melee."
Talon paused; the others might not like this.
"I understand if you all want to split the bounty 5 ways even, but even so, we need a leader. When all of us disagree, there has to be someone to call the shots."
He looked around. "Not it."
Talon paused; the others might not like this.
"I understand if you all want to split the bounty 5 ways even, but even so, we need a leader. When all of us disagree, there has to be someone to call the shots."
He looked around. "Not it."
“Likewise” spoke up Dolworth, “I’m not much good at being a leader. Thankfuly Mr Rytt seems up for it...” he trailed for a moment, “...but what I am good at is demolition. That I am confident of.” He looked towards Rytt, “You get me near the acquisitions personal ship and I’ll arrange it however you like that it never gets him or his gang off the ground.”
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Dreytha walked after the others, following them to the ship. "I'm quite good at piloting myself." Her eyes gleamed with pride. "I've always been good with a blaster, too." She was far from useless and hated that she would most likely have to prove it.
Adenn nodded in agreement.
"Id be willing to take charge. Im really just a gunslinger, But I have some swordsmanship skills too, even had an ancestor in the old Jedi Order which was where my family got the martial art from." He said, nudging his head over towards an old, worn Beskar lightsaber handle In a glass box.