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[Dolworth]

A Few Days passed, each even more awkward as the Mandalorian and...whatever Rowa was now...didn't exactly speak to each other, especially when Rowa was more fixated on his dreams and his own confusions before. It would be on the third or fourth day when suddenly Rowa would feel the jerk of them coming out of hyperspace.

"What the-' he said as he saw a planet before them, "Is this-?" he asked as he gave a slight limp towards the cockpit.

"Nah" said Dolworth as he pulled the Raza into orbit around the planet, "This is Corellia. I need to stop by the markets to pick up a few things before we continue onto Naboo! Shouldn't be too long!" he said as he pulled the ship down towards Corellia. After a few code clearances and some flyby inspections by the local planetary defense forces the Raza landed in a vacant landing bay. It was then Dolworth noticed, "Guards?" he said instinctively.

Rowa looked around, watching as a group of security guards began to approach the ship, "What do they want?" he asked, the pit of his stomach beginning to fall. The Fear and anger began to stir as the thought of going back into a cell made him call for the Darkside.

"Were close to the Core" stated Dolworth as he began shutting all systems down, "Chances are the security is heightened and they will be searching ships and personnel" he stated as he climbed from the cockpit and began stowing weapons, gear, and a few other things away, "Standard procedure-" his voice trailed off for a moment before a long pause followed. Rowa stared at him for a moment, his fear dissipating but still remaining from the uncertainty.

"What?" Rowa asked.

Suddenly Dolworth opened a small box, pulling something covered in a rag and throwing it at Rowa, who in turn instinctively caught it, "Put that on!" Dolworth instructed before heading to the airlock and hatches.

"What is it?!" asked Rowa curiously. Dolworth turned to look at Rowa.

"We don't have time for 20 questions boy!" he said sternly, "We don't know if those Jedi on Dantooine either listed you MIA, KIA, or a fugitive from the law" he warned, "All we know is that it's best not to take any chances!" he said as he turned back to the airlock, "And while i would rather have you wear ANYTHING other than that i don't have anything else! Now put the damned helmet on!" Finished Dolworth as he began to exit the ship to talk to the Guards.

Rowa could sense more than just anger. There was Bitterness at what had to be done, not the guards, not at the fact Rowa has to disguise himself, it was with WHAT he had to disguise himself with. And with the bitterness came something else, something that made Rowa pause with curiosity and another emotion he could not understand as he pulled the rags away to reveal what laid beneath: An Old Mandalorian Helmet...

 

[Adenn Rytt]

The Spooky Mistress touched down in bay 25. it was immediately swarmed by armed Security who odered the ship open up and allow itself to be boarded. Adenn turned to L'ewvan,
"Put on your helmet. and secure the hounds."
the boy nodded and went over to the kennels, locking in the hounds. Once this was done Adenn opened the hatched and saw the Guards standing at the foot of the ramp. they seemed surprised by the heavily armed Mandalorians. one of them, obviously of higher rank, stepped forward, Holopad in hand.
"By authority of Law code 7668, all Ships landing within the capacity of carrying large amounts of Cargo and suspected of Harboring illegal goods are to be searched and inspect upon arrival. theyre Manifests are also to be searched."
Adenn tilted his head at the little man and stood firmly in the doorway.
"This isnt a cargo Ship, this is a private residence. I and my Son live on this vessel full time. you got a warrant?"
"All freighters, regardless of Status, are to be searched for illegal Contraband."
Adenm stepped aside and bid the guards to enter.
"Very well then. search away."
he stood over a panel in the floor hiding any of the clans relics. the men began searching, stopping at the armory, one of them swore in amazement. the officer turned to him;
"Do you have permits for the um.. Collection."
"You mean my armory."
Adenn said bluntly.
"yes.. your armory."
Adenn turned to L'ewvan and ordered him to run to the small office on the ship and bring back all the paperwork for his various items. the Boy came back a few minutes later with them and Adenn showed them to the guardsman. he opened the small chest And began counting out Credits to the Guards who, despite being obviously being endowed with room temperature IQs, seemed to catch on quickly enough. He finished counting and to the guards delight gave each a bonus to leave the ship immediately. the last man to leave was a customs employee
"Can I get a name gor my records."
adenn replied
"Adenn Rytt"
The man nodded before leaving.

 

[Talon Vizsla]

Talon knew Dol had noticed his lack of an answer; he was distant and his mind was elsewhere. He couldn't make such an important decision so quickly, and he knew he didn't have to. His vods knew how moody he could get--especially when talking about the current...subject.

He followed Adenn into hyperspace; a few days later they popped out at their destination. Talon cursed as he noticed security; he wasn't sure what he had on board was fully documented. He knew for a fact that his seeker droids shouldn't be modified as slicers, and that his Quad laser cannons were questionable. Nevertheless, he had the documentation on those cannons and his ship and almost everything else inside, so he ought to be good.

He kept quiet on the ride there, hoping he hadn't insulted Dol in any way, and landed where directed. They swarmed his ship, quoting documentation and whatnot, but Talon walked out of the ship calmly. He'd sent the droids out of his ship as soon as he landed and directed them to meet up with him elsewhere, carefully concealing their probes.

He then showed what papers were needed to be shown, kicked a guy in the ass for touching his armor, and walked off to find his vods.

 

[Dolworth]

Dolworth was the first to climb out, watching as the various Corellian Security began searching the exterior of the ship before asking to search the interior. He gave all papers regarding kit, weapons, gear, ship...he didn't want them to have any excuse to cause him or the foundling trouble. As he turned, his gut began to churn as he watched Rowa climbed out of the Raza, the helmet now covering his entire head. He gave a groan as he turned his attention to the guards, arguing with them about the nature of his gunship and declaring he was here strictly for the thing he came here for in the first place...shopping.

After that fiasco was dealt with, he noticed that the guards were more lax and were dissappating from the area. Dolworth turned to Rowa staring at him through the visor, "Just keep that helmet on till we jump again and you'll be just fine! Oh and stay close to me or Adenn...Talon on the other hand...I don't think he'll be happy with the situation. Hopefully he'll understand" he said as he gestured Rowa to follow, finally noticing the man's attire, "Yeah..we're going to need to get you some threads" he stated as Rowa followed Dolworth...

 

[Rowa]

Rowa slid the helmet on, finding to his surprise it fit him snugly as if it were tailor made to his head size. He clicked on a few buttons near the helmets chin, activating the visor and watching as a HUD like display appeared before his eyes. He flinched a bit as the flashing lights so close to his vision caused him to be blinded a bit. As Rowa became accustomed to the visor, he followed Dolworth out of the Raza. He stood there, keeping his hands where the authorities could see them. He did not want to give them reason to search him or this Dolworth fellow. He watched as Dolworth dealt with the guards before they left. He gave a sigh of relief before before Dolworth gave his warnings...and suggestions of new clothes. While the clothes he had were comfortable, they weren't exactly inconspicuous so he gave a nod to Dolworth.

"You can speak Vod" he said, his head turning to the side in realization to what he just said before turning to walk on.

"Of...Of Course Mr Dolworth" stated Rowa as he followed him.

"For the love of Mandalore Call me Dolworth...or better yet Dol" said Dolworth, now in a more cheery voice as they neared Adenn, Etr, and Talon, all three were clearly uneasy of a Dar'Manda wearing one of their own, "It's just for here til we leave...and with the grocery list I have we need all the help we can get" Dolworth explained as Rowa watched them talk.

"Is it...Is it wrong for me to wear this?" Rowa asked pointing at himself, specifically the helmet he wore.

 

[Adenn Rytt]

Adenn Exited the Mistress, the Security having Left them be. he handed the attendant Credits for fuel, Insisting he fill the auxiliary tanks for the long trip ahead of them. He and L'ewvan headed for the markets, Adenn Kept both Blaster and Blade on him, though hidden underneath a poncho. He sent a Message out to his vode
"Ill be at the markets. Ori'vod cuyir sur'ulur."

 

[Etr Wyara]

L'ewvan followed Adenn to the market stalls. He was not yet allowed to wear a Mandalorian helmet but was given a scarf to wear which he wrapped around his head like a shamagh. He remained Cool but would have preferred to have worn nothing.
"Is this really necessary? Cant I just walk around without a scarf?"
He asked to which Adenn Replied:
"We are in the core now. These people are... different than those in the outer rim. they will not Likely kill you outright like say on Tatooine theyve got their own form of Venom. I dont trust This kind of Scum. Keep your scarf on."
They reached the stalls and Adenn began purchasing items from the grocers; dried fruit, nuts, honey, spices, Caf, dried fish, Dried chilis, dried meat, Kegs of Ale, a cask of wine, a box of Tabac and what he proclaimed to be
"A fine quality Tea from Kashyyk"
He purchased Synthesilk yarn from the Fabric vendor as well as Dyes. He putchased a variety of small games and Toys as well as books. L'ewvan thought for sure he was spending every penny from the Kabian job but hed only really spent a Couple thousand Credits. Lastly he purchased himself a new Blaster, an E11D and Gave L'ewvan his old A280, the vendor looking perplexed as Adenn handed the boy the weapon. Adenn had also rented a Hover cart to bring the Supplies back to the spooky Mistress.

 

[Talon Vizsla]

Talon kept a hand on his pistol as he searched the sea of people for his Vods, finally spotting the--3 Mandalorians and Etr? He was confused but walked towards them, keeping his eye on the supposed newcomer. When he was about 10 feet away, however, the figure clicked, and he stopped dead in his tracks in horror.

After what seemed like an eternity, he stormed up to the group, hand stil on his WESTAR. "You," he spat quietly yet harshly to Dol, "Value his safety over the tradition, honor, and deaths of our people--at the hands of monsters like him." He then pulled out his blaster and aimed it at the Dar'Jetii's head, his breath audible through his helmet as he seethed in anger, his voice rising with his emotions.

"I'm going to ask this once and once only. i'm not going to count to three, I'm not going to wait a bit and then ask again." He paused for a bit longer than he had intended to, his mind swirling. "Take the damn thing off, or I'll take off your head." He couldn't think straight; his head was flooded with painful memories, anger, confusion, hatred. His hands shook as he slowly put his finger on the trigger...

 

[Dolworth]

Dolworth looked and watched as Talon stepped forth, demanding Rowa remove the helmet he was wearing. He had anticipated some reservations about this but didn't expect Talon to suddenly draw his blaster. Without a thought and to avoid causing a scene, Dolworth attempted to quietly draw his blaster, setting it to stun as fast as he could. Before he could discharge it it though, the blaster Talon's hand suddenly jerked from his fingers, flying for a short bit before flipping and landing in Rowa's own, muzzle now aimed at Talon. The shock halted for a moment before Talon would have felt the jolt of a stun bolt going through his body and causing him to go numb and limp. Dolworth caught him and sat him down for a moment as he looked around to see if anyone saw that. He gave a sigh before looking over at Rowa to help him set him down. He paused as he saw Rowa looking down at the gun before looking back at him. Dolworth felt a sense of dread as he realized that this one had them at his mercy...

 

[Rowa]

Rowa had felt the one called Talon's hostility. He had also sensed confusing, sorrow, rage...pain. All of these warriors have pain...loss...don't they? He thought to himself as he suddenly felt danger. With simple instinct he reached out through the Force, locating the source of the Danger in the form of the blaster Talon reached for. Time seemed to slow to a crawl as Rowa concentrated on taking the blaster. With a flick of a wrist he felt the sensation pulling the gun out of Talon's hand, and it landing into his own. As he did this he saw he was now aiming the blaster at Talon. Before anyone could react the black and Silver Mandalorian jolted from a stun round and collapsed, with one called Dolworth grabbing him before he fell. He watched as he saw the Orange and Black one look at him for a moment, sensing from Dolworth that Rowa had them cornered.

The temptation was enough, Shoot them both, flee, leave...But as he thought he couldn't help but see from the corner of his eyes the man in mandalorian armor staring back at him, followed by Inabe's words rattling into his brain once more. He stood there for a moment before suddenly taking the blaster and handing it handle first to Dolworth.

"Help me set him down first" he asked before Rowa moved to help put the stunned Talon onto a barrel near the Raza. He looked over at Rowa as Adenn appeared with Etr and the supplies. After explaining what happened the other Mandalorians helped to situate Talon, "You could have ran" Dolworth said as he took Talon's blaster from Rowa.

"Well I didn't" replied Rowa as he stood there. He sensed a strange set of emotions from Dolworth and swore the man was grinning from beneath his helmet.

"Maybe there's hope for you after all...Foundling" he said as he gestured for him to follow while Adenn and Etr tended to the supplies...and an unconscious Talon, "Start Loading things up Adenn! Me and the Foundling need to grab a few more things before we ship off!!" he said as the two began heading towards the markets...

 

[Adenn Rytt]

Adenn Nodded and looked at Talon
"He can't stay here. theyll treat him like a parked luxury Speeder. The boy and I will take him back to The Mistress where he can wake up safely."
Adenn lifted his comrade off the barrel and laid him down on the piles of Cloth on the hover dolly and turned to take him back. he turned the Rowa:
"Dont disrespect that Armor, Boy. Better men have worn it before you and youve not yet earned the privilege. Not even My Foundling Gets that honor."
he said, Tilting his head towards Etr. He finally began making his way towards the Mistress though Etr soon spoke to Adenn rejoining Dolworth and Rowa .

 

[Etr Wyara]

Etr stayed with Dolworth and Rowa, He was curious of the new foundling and wanted to observe him.
"you know.. You're kinda like me."
He said Boyishly. He exposed his Forearm to show a bar code tatooed.
"We were both stuck, Trapped in situations we never chose and thanks to the others... Dolworth, Mr. Talon and Adenn We've been given a choice finally! Two slaves freed by Mandalorians. sure, different masters before and different roles but slaves never the less!"
someone caught his eye and he seemed to trail off for a moment before returning.
"I think You're better suited to this Life anyhow. You've got a more.... soldierish presence than a sith, I think l. besides, you were definitely looking for a way out of that old way of life. I don't blame you, of course. I took the first hand that reached out too."
They walked down the Market, He had said Rowa had more of a soldierish presence than a Dar'jettii but he'd never actually Met another one... all he knew was that if Adenn thought he could be redeemed then It was probably true.

 

[Rowa]

Rowa followed the other two mandalorains, listening to the younger one as he heard his words. To Rowa's surprise...it had a strange ring to them, "I was...A slave?" he said outloud as he followed the two, Dolworth looked over his shoulder a bit curious himself, "All My life..." Rowa paused for a moment, looking at the two suspiciously though you wouldn't have guessed given his face was obscured, "All My Life I was told that I was to be a weapon of the Dark Side...to ensure the natural state of the Force and to be its weapon." he said, a sense of calm fell over him as he began to explain. With the Jedi and especially the Sector Rangers he was hesitant to explain himself...to these Warriors...it felt as natural as picking up a lightsaber to him by simply talking to them. It puzzled him for a moment as he thought about what he just told them before Dolworth gave a scoff.

"Let's call a spade a spade gentlemen Shall We?" he said in a rather cheery but annoyed tone, "No matter what title they gave you...Be it Servant..." he looked at Etr, walking backward as he did, "...Weapon..." he looked at Rowa before turning back to walk in the right direction, "...or anything other sugarcoated kriff. A Slave is a Slave" he said pointing to Etr, confirming the boy's words, "But to me Foundlings?" he said pointing towards both Rowa and Etr, "I see much more in you two" he said with a sense of absolution.

Rowa felt as if lighting struck him. he stopped dead in his tracks as he heard that last word, "More?" asked Rowa, his face while concealed betrayed a voice of curiousity.

"Yeah!" said Dolworth enthusiastically, "I see potential! Even if one or both of you don't walk the path of the Mandalorian, I see so much more than what you believe yourselves to be! To become even greater than what you dreamed possible! That is if...and i mean a pretty big IF...you have the courage to grab your own destiny! As far as I'm concerned your shackles both of the flesh and the mind are shattered!" Dolworth continued, "...all you have to do now is decide what you want!" he said as he pointed to the two.

Rowa felt something begin to kindle in his belly as he felt the Force began to flow around him...Opportunity...Potential...More?! Xerxes never encouraged such words, never said something so..radical...but if felt so right in his heart as he continued on...only for a droid to bump into Dolworth when he wasn't looking.

"Oh!" said the protocol droid, "Excuse me Sir!" he said as he stepped aside and moved onto his duties.

Dolworth chuckled as he shook his head, "Darn Protocol Droids!" he said with a humorous spit.

Rowa's eyes lit up upon realization, "ONI!" he said sharply.

Dolworth returned agaze, "Who?" he asked as he scratched his helmet as if it were his skull

"My BG Droid ONI!" stated Rowa as a sense of panic felt over him, "He must be back on Courscaunt! At the Sector Rangers H-"

Dolworth raised a hand to slience him, needing him to calm down. Rowa shook a second and took a deep breath, "I have to get him back! I have-"

Dolworth raised a hand again, "Whoa! Whoah! Whoa! Whoa!" he said, "Take it easy! Breath for a second..." he said, Rowa obeying the command, "That's better...now...what's so important about this droid?" he asked.

"He's...he's the only friend I've ever had...Always stood beside me...He never abanonded me even when he had the chance...I...I won't abandon him..." said Rowa with a sense of resolution.

Dolworth couldn't help but grin from under his helmet, "So...He's like family to you?" he asked. Rowa nodded as Dolworth patted him on the shoulder. "Have patience then Foundling...We'll get him back" he said as he turned and led them to the Market...

 

[Dolworth]

While this market was not exactly Coronet City, it was a place Dolworth liked. It was here you could get everything from Spices to Guns...without any Security Guards breathing down your bloody throat. He looked around, picking up whatever spices Adden hadn't bought and started putting them in a sack...After they paid for them of course. Dolworth took his time, looking for the various malted Beers, Wines, Liquors, foodstuffs, spices (food speaking), and even some small toys for the Foundlings in the Tribe. He even paid for a very exepnsive bolt of fabric for some of the females to weave into something for themselves. Even Mandalorians want to feel pretty. Dolworth grinned at that thought as he noticed Etr oggling some weapons in a stall. He walked up to both him and a now eyeying Rowa and put his hands on his hips.

"Time for you boys to carry your own weapons" he leaned over to Rowa, "and I don't mean a laser sword either kid" he said, "So go ahead! Look for one!" he said as he nodded to the Vendor, "I'll be back in a few minutes. Whatever they bought let me know and I'll pay you" he said sliding some credits to the man, "Down payment and a token of good faith" he said as the merchant snorted, keeping an eye on the two as they looked around the stall. Dolworth grinned as he turned and continued his shopping...

 

[Talon Vizsla]

Talon gasped as the gun was yanked from his hand by some invisible force, but it was too much to say that he was surprised. He'd already started going for his other gun as soon as he felt the tug. He had it half out of his holster when it the man caught the stolen weapon before he felt a jolt running through his body.

He'd been stunned multiple times before, but he'd never gotten used to the sensation. First a jolt, then your muscle control, your nervous system, your eyes go out in rapid succession. Finally, your legs give way and you fall to the ground as your last shred of consciousness dissapears.

The last thing he remembered as he drifted off was anger, hatred, and...his already dying brain paused for a moment. His gun hadn't been set on stun...and so one final emotion of betrayal raced through his neurons before he was gone.

 

[Adenn Rytt]

Adenn carted his No doubt soon to be furious friend onto the mistress and moved him into an empty bunk room. He placed some pain killers and water on the small alcove in the wall which usually served as a nightstand. He went about disarming his comrade as he had no desire of being stabbed or stunned himself but did not remove the mandos helmet.
"We'll make it up to you, Ner vod."
said the note he sat next to the water .
He moved the weapons into a chest in the armory for later return.

As Adenn began to unload the dolly he was careful not to too rough with the finer goods; the tea, tabac and spices were placed into their own compartment while the the rest was moved to the general cargo storage hold.

 

[Etr Wyara]

Etr was captivated by the weaponry on display in the shop, all manner of ammunition, Blasters, blades and their accessories filled the claustrophobic stall. He had wanted a particular blaster, the Westar Dragoon Which sat just behind the shop keep. He pointed towards it and was about to speak up when the owner stopped him without letting him speak.
"You're far too young to handle a weapon. get lost kid!"

 

[Rowa]

Rowa looked around, finding none of the pistols to be to his fancy. He couldn't even find an SE-45 to replace the one the Sector Rangers confiscated off of him at the Wheel. As he began to feel he wouldn't find a pistol he looked to the corner of his eye to find a Vibrobayonet laying on the table. Rowa took the knife from the table, the green handle ergonomic and fitting into his palm as if custom made for him. Rowa pulled the knife from the confines of its scabbard, which acted also as a recharge battery. As soon as the blade cleared the scabbard and the young man flicked a switch on the knife, the blade oscillated back and forth at blinding speeds until the blade gave off a white sheen across it's edge and a soft humm as the blade stood ready to do whatever the work its master wanted. Rowa looked at the weapon before deactivating the blade and returning it to its scabbard.

"Ah!" stated the Vendor, "I see you like the blade no!?" he said in a rather cheery tone, "It only costs 500 Credits!" he stated as Rowa looked at him for a moment. Rowa was about to speak when the vendor noticed Etr reaching for a blaster, "You're far too young to handle a weapon. get lost kid!"

 

[Dolworth]

Dolworth, now sporting a small hover cart to carry the stuff he had bought, was making his way when he heard the commotion coming from the weapons stall. Oh wat now? he thought to himself as he walked up to the vendor who was now eyeing Etr at the time.

"Uh, what seems to be the problem my good sir?" asked Dolworth as he looked at the man. The Vendor, seeing the Mandalorian had indeed returned, leaned up for a moment but was slightly intimidated.

"Is uh...he with you?" he asked pointing primarily towards Etr. Dolworth nodded, "I am uh...I'm sorry but rules are rules! I cannot sell weapons to children! Mandalorian Foundlings not withstanding."

Dolworth looked at the vendor, then at Etr...then back to the vendor again. If anyone could have seen Dol's face under that helmet they'd see a face that would be a combination of mischief and the phrase "Too...Kriffing...Easy..."

"Excuse me?!" he said in a loud voice, causing a few peoples heads to turn towards the Vendors spot, "Are you implying that my friend here is a child?!" he asked in a rather authoritative voice.

The Vendor became nervous, pulling on his collar for a moment as he tried to explain himself, "Look sir. I-I-I know you Mandalorians are trained from birth to use weapons...But-But-But I have rules. And I can't give this Child-"

"There is that Kriffing Word Again! What makes you think he's a child?!" stated Dol. The man's face, along with others in the market, became confused, "Are you a racist?!" asked Dolworth.

The Man's eyes widened while his face turned from a shade of white to a shade of red, "Excuse me?!" he asked nervously.

"Do you have discrimination against Short people!?" demanded Dolworth, "Just because my Vod is the size of a small child makes him not a man?! I know he's small stature but that's how dwarves are!" barked Dol, Hoping Etr would catch onto the gag.

The poor Vendor's face was now a combination of embarassed and horrified as the realization was setting in, "Wait! He's a-"

"That's right buster brown!" retorted Dolworth, "Oooooh This is Unbelievable! And for years, my poor friend has had to deal with person after person calling him a child! Do you have any IDEA how depressing that makes him?!" he asked a little bit more dramatically, "The shame! The Humiliation! The Diapers because women mistook him for a baby?!" he said, bitting his lip from laughing, "And now here you...YOU Giant of a man...saying he can't handle a weapon just because YOU assume he's a child!" he said

The Vendor was now feeling the size of a pea at this point. He had not the slightest clue that Dolworth was on the brink of laughing his ass off due to the helmet covering the Mandalorian's face.

"I'm-Im so so sorry!" he exasperated, "Please! Allow me to offer my sincerest apollogies!" he said as he handed Etr the Dragoon Pistol, "And that as a gift as recompense for your years of brave triumph" he said, trying to placate the group of Mandalorians.

"What pistol is that?" asked the other Mandalorian*.

"It-It is a WESTAR Dragoon. Think the Bryar K-16 but mostly a modern version made by your people."

"Our People?!" asked Dolworth, sounding insulted but clearly now teasing the man.

"No! No! I didn't mean to insult-"

"Relax" spoke Dolworth, "I was only kidding about that? Do you have another?" he asked as he laid credits out for both the Dragoon and the Vibrobayonet that Dolworth now noticed was in Rowa's hands.

"Yes! Yes I do!" he said as he pulled another one and two holsters for both pistols, "Holsters are free! Along with the Dwarf's Dragoon!" he said nervouslly, not even realizing that Dolworth and Etr were snickering at this point.

"I won't let the one take something for free!" Stated Dolworth as he slid the money for the two Dragoons and the knife forward, "Keep the change" he said as he motioned for the Foundlings to Follow

The Vendor let out a heavy sigh of relief, "Thank you!" he said as if given a new lease on life, "Thank you so much!"


The trio returned to the Ships with cargo in two without any further incident. As soon as they were near Adenn, Dolworth let out the hardest laugh he had ever let out. His body now shaking as he handed Etr off his Dragoon, "Did-Did-Did you see the look on that Poor Bastard's Face?!" he asked Rowa and Etr, "He-He-He looked like he was about to soil himself after I accused him of calling the 'Dwarf' a child!" he said laughing harder...

*Rowa

 

[Talon Vizsla]

Talon blinked and sat up slowly as the surroundings of the Mistress came into view. Suddenly, he bolted for his blaster as his memories came back--only to realize it wasn't there.

Nobody was.

He sighed as he downed the glass of water nearby, took the painkiller and read the note--once, twice, three times--then he reached into his armor, bulled out a hidden vibroblade and plunged it into the table, note in between. He was shaking still as he held the knife, twisting it further and further up to its hilt.

He didn't know why he was so furious. Was it his pride? His people's pride? Dol or Adenn had stunned him in public for defending the Way--and for remembering those whom the Dar'Jetti had killed so ruthlessly. He couldn't forgive that--not easily. He kicked the table over and searched for his WESTAR's but found nothing.

He stomped out of the ship and fought his way through the crowds to his ship, starting it up. His comms buzzed; probably one of the others trying to communicate. He picked it up and hesitated. "You--you kriffing bastards..." He realized his microphone was on and quickly shut it off. Two men ran into the hangar and yelled something about signing out, but Talon's cockpit rotated back to its position and soon he was leaving the atmosphere.

They could go on without him; they might truly want to save their people's planet, but Talon wanted to do it...the right Way.

Mando'ad draar digu...