cin vhetin (fresh start)

[Beskin Rytt]

Besk'in dropped his smile and the cube as he gasped
"A jedi, me?! But im not a bad guy!"
He knew she WAS a jedi but had assumed shed joined the mandalorians. His uncle, Dhern, was a jedi hunter in his youth and would often tell of how the jedi were soulless Dar'Manda, even regaling at one time about the mob lynching of a young family of four for being force sensitive. the boy had been raised with a negative view of them. The thought worried him But the more he thought the more he remembered that his father trusted THIS jedi and even had said the jedi were fierce warrior only fighting for their cause, just as the mandalorians were fighting for their's.
"But... but maybe the jedi arent bad guys? Im sorry Umara, Im really tired. I think im going to go to bed"
He felt confused, afraid and was stressed not just by this new revelation but by the whole day. Just this morning he was a mandalorian boy, eating with his father and was the descendant of countless mandalorians generations before... now he was going to be a jedi. The ship was safely in hyperspace and he was tired from the day. He left and retired to his bunk.

The ship, known as the "Rusty slug" left hyperspace after a few days. Coming down onto the dusty world of Ifrane in the nebra desert blew a lot of sand off of the landing platform. Besk'in left his amrmor on the ship, instead wearing a tunic and trousers. He knew he was supposed to wear the armor but he didnt want to get umara or himself into trouble. So he attached his fathers iron heart to a string and wore it around his neck underneath his clothes.
"Im ready when you are Umara."

@Umara

 

[Umara]

Umara watched the boy’s confused expression for the pilots seat as he referred to the Jedi as “the bad guys”. Kids often don’t know any better, not to mention the dreaded sith were often confused for Jedi. “Young one, the Jedi are not bad, we are guardians of peace...Mandalore’s sentiments are clouded by the dark side and...” She cut herself off as the sleepy child probably was already overloaded for the time being. “Well that’s a story for another time, it’s quite alright Bask’in, off to bed with you.” She cooed in a matronly tone as she swirled in her seat to return to monitoring the ship’s flight.

The sith had been at war with the Mandalorians for decades. Their hate toward the sith had been projected onto all force sensitive people. The order had been blinded by their desire to remain out of the conflict to the point that the mandalorians came and demolished the temple on Jedha. The history of their people there has been rescued by her on a holo puck, which she kept safely stowed in her bag. She rode along in silence, unable to sleep at first as the thought of all the horrors of the previous hour. She eventually took the time to sit down cross legged in the cockpit, spending her time meditating and attuning herself or the force until they arrived in the orbit of Ifrane.

She opened her eyes promptly as they left hyperspace. The rust bucket rattled lightly as she took the controls for their reentry to the surface of the planet. The Nebra desert began to come into view as she casually shut if the main thrusters, diverting power to the auxiliary and directional thrusters. The landing gear deployed, allowing the ship to come a cozy stop on the landing pad of the city of Thesh. The bustling desert town was an oasis in the desert, full of trade and life.

She wore brown tunic with appropriate leather pants and boots. She wore a warm light beige poncho over her torso with her messenger bag that held that data puck and her pair of lightsabers. She had tied her Lekku back with a few leather straps to try and mask the unevenness of her tentacles, though it was still clear that left side was a bit choppy due to her injury. She stood opposite the young boy who was dressed plainly, save for the metal piece he wore around his neck. Jedi were suppose to shed their family connections, to try and best uphold the Jedi beliefs. Umara has undergone this transition and she could remember the pain it bought to think upon home too often. Separation from one’s emotions was a vital step in becoming self controlled.

“You’re ready eh? Alright, let’s disembark and see if we can someone to sell us some fuel” She offered as she felt in her bag for some credits. This planet was strong with the living force, the planet was teeming with life. Ironically they had come to the most desolate spot on the planet, which was good for a pair of refugees. She led the child down an alley of vendors, populated by all kind of strange folks. A Twi’lek was selling carved Bobbles, and stone insect creature was cooking some odd meat, and a Rodian was selling what looked like gas canisters of fuel. Umara spoke to him quietly for only a moment before trading him some credits to have the fuel delivered to their ship back on the platform. “Have you ever seen a place like this Bask’in?” She asked out of curiosity as the went down the bazaar.

@Timmen

 

[Beskin Rytt]

The boy shook his head and gave a childish affirmative, vhettir was a tiny backwater to be sure, but He and Timmen had traveled everywhere from mandalore to concord dawn and everywhere in between selling arms and armor.
"YEAH! me and my father used to come to these kinds of places all the time! My father used to sell weapons to other mandos. I used help him and hed give me credits for doing a good job! One time I even got a whole Stack so big I couldnt hild them in my hands, all for finding a clan getting ready to head on campaign and got them to buy weapons!"
As he finished He felt a small amount of pain for remembering that day. He even remembered the look of satisfaction on his fathers face when he ran to him and told him about the clan. There were very few times when his father had overwhelming approval of Besk'in, not that he didnt love him but cracking his fathers hard shell was challenging. He felt sad again, the wound was still fresh. A frown stretched across his face, and he looked down and sighed. he took a breath, trying not to garner attention from the strangers in this gritty part of town.
"I really miss him"
@Umara

 

[Ke Pasa]

A tall, slender being shuffled past Umara and Beskin while the two of them were talking. The insectoid alien paid little attention to them, just another two faces in the crowded bazaar of this remote town. Ke Pasa may have been the same to them as well, not knowing either one of them and not being a creature of infamy in this Galaxy. At the same time, it would be hard not to notice the Blood Carver, even in a crowded bazaar. He shifted and slipped between people gracefully as his two-meters-tall form strode in smooth gait through the crowds, clad in once-crimson robes, now stained with grim and faded from exposure to the elements, his torso covered in a leather vest to keep the flowing fabrics somewhat pressed against his body.

On his back hanged a sheathed vibrosword, almost as long as one of his thin, elongated legs and as slender as its wielder from the looks of it. The slightly curved weapon was strapped tightly to his form, to avoid it jumping and slipping too much in his movements. On his belt there was a sheathed hunting vibroblade, somewhat hidden beneath layers of robes at his back, and at his side hanged a holstered pistol. As he passed, Beskin would notice, if he paid any attention to the alien, that the blaster was a remarkably Mandalorian Westar-1 model, and although the tall alien was wearing an enclosed helmet over his head, he clearly was not a Mandalorian.

Ke Pasa did not stop to examine or take notice of the duo, instead he seemed to be focused upon one of the cantinas adjacent to the bazaar. With his sight trained upon it, the alien walked up to the cantina's entrance, slipping within after the automatic door opened for him with a pneumatic hiss. The neon sign above the doorway read "Ifrane's Finest," it was where his target was to be found, according to the mission briefing he was given the very same morning.