Heavy, steel boots crunched on the ferrous soil of Concordia. The Mand'Alor, flanked by two Mandalorian warriors, approached an ancient mining platform nestled in the hills. He thought back to his first visit to this old mine, years ago when he was inducted into the Death Watch. Before he was Mand'Alor. Before he was even truly Mandalorian. It was a headquarters, of sorts, for his small band of terrorists and assassins. It was said that Pre Vizla had converted the masses of the planet's mines into industrial fortresses for the Death Watch. Anything from as small as blasters to as large as fighter jets were assembled within the cavernous factories. In his absence, and with the splintering of the Death Watch, these arms factories became little more than minuscule hideouts for Mandalorian squatters. A mere fraction of their true value, as the production hubs of a new war.
He unslung his assassin's rifle from his back, checking the weapon's sights as they continued their march. He zoomed in on the old factory - in all his years in the Death Watch, never did the smokestacks seem so abuzz. Someone had learned what he had - these factories were the true source of Concordia's power. He looked to his left and right, regarding the two Mandos he had brought with him. Drak of Vulfur, a known Death Watch clan. This one had challenged his authority. He would have accepted his challenge, but his supporters fell in line quick enough that it did not resort to that. This expedition would be a test of their mutual trust - an alliance that could mend the broken Death Watch cells.
The other was a stranger to him, Taz Fett. He was a bounty hunter, as so many of his people were. Enacting the wretched galaxy's wicked form of 'justice,' across the galaxy. It was a pale shadow to The Mandalorian Protectors of old, merciless law bringers who punished dissent from Mandalorian law. But, now was a time of redemption for them all. Fett was a powerful name, and an infamous one. In between the Clone template and the reported Daimyo, it was a history marred by collaborationism and crime. Such old feuds still mattered to some Mandalorians, but hardly to Fenyang. As an old Mandalorian saying went, it does not matter who your father was, only the father you become. This was Taz's opportunity to prove himself before the Mand'Alor to the whole Mandalorian people.
<Get ready. They must be heavily staffed to be this active.> He spoke in Mando'a, leaning into his rifle's scope to scan. They were still marching up the hillside into the mountain - their potential enemies had the high ground. They were likely outgunned, walking into an unknown evil, a tiger's den. But these were the days of the Mand'Alor, days of the Mandalorians' greatest fables. There was no force in the galaxy powerful enough to stop their march.
@Taz @Versok