Dangers lurked in all corners of the galaxy. Mandalorians had a region of space to call their own which held its fair share of risk when traveling. But Mandalorians were capable of being nomadic as well. Distant and remote pockets of the warrior culture had become estranged from one another in the ages they had separated. Despite this, Kotii was banking on their similarities and shared interest to gain their favor.
As Alor of House Solus, it was up to Kotii to set the example and lead from the front. The planet of Vlemoth Port had a Lormar class refinery station in orbit over it. What was more, there were factories on the surface of the planet owned by differing Mandalorian clans.
The planet's population numbered in less than a million making it a seldom visited backwater world. A handful of towns and villages existed on the surface though the refinery space station acted as its own small city in space too. But Kotii knew better which was why he had brought the Werda Kom'rk to the surface of the world. Not one for an entourage, Kotii was alone as he stared at the industriousness over the horizon.
Behind his T visor, the Mandalorian looked at the back of his left hand. The light of the planet hit the arm as he walked out into the city of Arumorut. Kotii was still getting used to the cybernetic below the wrist. Doctor Morata had helped him out. It was at the edge of the system he had boarded the Resolute Defiance and subsequently lost his hand in the process. The undead onboard were not soon forgotten. But he was thankful to be on good terms with the CEO of MorataCorp. Then again, she was a difficult woman to read so maybe she did not like him all that much.
Numerous Talz and Muun as well as the array of humans and near-humans were visible in the streets of the town. They gave the red and black armored Mandalorian some looks. Armed as he usually was, the one man army still earned himself a wide birth down the public streets. So far the echani-corellian did not see many other Mandalorians present. A few shops displayed writing in Mando'a runes and a image of strill over swoop-bike shop gave him pause. Slowly his eyes looked up towards the sky. In the distance, the spec of the Lomar space station twinkled back as it reflected some of the sunlight to the surface. They're probably up there...working. He thought to himself. Working like dwarves in a forge and keeping to themselves. But it was the leadership and other comrades on the surface he was here for first. There was no way House Solus would earn the capabilities of the refineries.
To everyone else it would look like the warrior was window shopping. But to any local, they might be able to deduce he was not from around here. Mandalorians were perhaps not a rare sight around these parts. The best option was for him to keep walking around until maybe he spotted one. It wasn't like he had a postcard with a distant relative's commlink number on it. If he was meeting someone they would be meeting as strangers.
MandalMotors and their subsidiary, Mandal Hypernautics were known to have survived as a corporation after the Great Purge. Smart business had allowed the company to survive the age like its people. On the run and in hiding, Kotii Solus had a hunch that this was one of the last bastion of Mandalorian manufacturing genius. Kotii hoped things went well as he turned away from the swoop bike shop. Maybe I should ask around to get directions. Sometimes that was the most awkward part of his job.
@Killa Ree