Seven Ate Nine

[Solaris]

Spoiler: OOC

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7. Seven Ate Nine
Sie'be'nuruodo was a promising Chiss who looked like he might become a strong Immortal. However, at the Battle of Berchest Moon, Sie'be'nuruodo was captured by a Death Watch agent spying on the Mandalorians and tortured. The Death Watch agent, Ures Gal, let Sie'be'nuruodo go after a month, and was never the same. He had gone insane, trying to eat people. His sister, Sie'neu'nuruodo, petitioned for months for his release and finally got him released. However, the moment Sie'be'nuruodo was free, he killed his sister and ate her before fleeing. It's believed Sie'be'nuruodo has gone after Ures Gal. The Mandalorians have been investigating that man's whereabouts, so collaboration may find both Sie'be'nuruodo and Ures Gal.

Goal: Work with Mandalorians to locate Sie'be'nuruodo and Ures Gal, either alive or dead (Gal's status is up to the Mandalorians).
Location: Pzob
Slots: At least one Mandalorian required

Mandalore System
Orbit around Mandalore

Nasiri quirked a crooked smile when she glanced at the astrogation chart. She hadn't been this far to the galactic north in years, not since the wars started. The redheaded Immortal rather regretted the necessities of business; Mandalore was a positively fascinating world, and she should have liked to take more time to enjoy it. She somehow doubted she'd be invited back to the system at a later date. They weren't exactly keen on Force-wielders.

Except for their Sith masters, that is. Nasiri couldn't restrain a bit of a smirk at that thought. The Mandos protested vehemently the Jedi, but never failed to take the opportunity to lick the Sith's boots.

"This is Immortal Knight Nasiri Lavii," she commed, "requesting berthing on Ascendancy business."

"We've been expecting you," the controller replied curtly. "Follow the guidance given and do not deviate from your present course."

"Following guidance and not deviating," Nasiri replied cheerily. "Have a nice day!"

The Mando on the other end hesitated a moment. "Thanks," he said, sounding a bit perturbed at her lack of professionalism and unnecessarily warm manner. "You too. Out."

---

Nasiri's TIE Marauder settled down on its repulsors just above the landing pad, closing its s-foils and deploying out its landing skids before the fighter touched down. She was careful and precise about the routine, showing a bit of her inexperience with the craft as much as it showed her skill at piloting.

The Immortals had not sent someone incompetent. . . however cheerful, bubbly, and pink she may seem.

Nasiri popped the cockpit canopy while her astromech lowered from the freshly-installed slot. S19-N4 hit the ground first and trundled out on its single wheel, spinning about and surveying the surroundings before turning back to the fighter. Nasiri gave the boxy little astro droid a fond pat on the top of its trapezoidal head as she walked by, but the droid barely spared a whistle of acknowledgement. She took no offense; Enfour was as single-minded as the rest of his line.

Nasiri Lavii was the sort of woman who stood out no matter where she went. On Naboo, it was for her wealth and beauty. On Tython, it was for her frustrating willfulness and her agile mind. In the Ascendancy, it was for her skin color and height. On Mandalore, it was for her frailty. Nasiri was a tiny woman, barely one hundred and sixty centimeters tall and weighing in at forty-six kilos. In her form-fitting black leather infiltrator suit, unzipped to expose more of her chest than was probably proper, it was abundantly clear that most of her weight was not due to an overly-muscular physique. Her flame-red hair was loose down her back, a way no Mando would have worn it - much too easy to grab in a fight - and she bore little in the way of obvious weapons, much less heavy armor plating. Everything about her bespoke a soft, dainty woman, even the sunny smile she wore when she greeted her Mandalorian allies.

A Mandalorian was an overt threat. Nasiri was a much more subtle one. She had no less than eight weapons on her person, including the two gauss pistols she wore strapped to her thighs. Conspicuously absent was her lightsaber; Nasiri did not wish to overtly insult her hosts by wearing the weapon of their enemies - and their masters.

"Su'cay gar!" she said to the small group of Mandalorians walking up to meet her. Nasiri spoke with a perfect Mandalore accent, hinting at the time she'd put into learning the language during the hyperspace flight from the Ascendancy. Nasiri looked them over, recognizing them - or their armor, anyhow - from their personnel files. "Thank you for coming on such short notice."

 

[Django]

"You speak Mandalorian well," Autumn opens with a smile.

She was here to meet Nasiri Lavii- a member of the Chiss Ascendancy- to assist her in finding an insane Chiss, and the Death Watch agent he is after. Autumn took the mission with a grain of salt, having only accepted it because of the Death Watch agents involvement. She didn't trust the Chiss, put simply. She didn't trust the Empire, or the Alliance. Sometimes she doubted Mandalore himself even, although she would never admit to it. Autumn did trust that a Death Watch agent was on the loose somewhere, and that by helping the Chiss track down their man it would lead the Mandalorians to the agent.

"The name's Autumn," she extended her hand to shake Nasiri's.

"You've had experience with Mandalorians, then?" she asked. "I only mean, based off your accent..."

Autumn eyed down her new partner behind her helmet. The Ordo woman didn't want to come off as pushy, fearing that she may begin to ask too many questions in too little of time. She wanted to learn as much as she could about her new partner. At the end of the day she could be the reason Autumn was stabbed in the back, or saved from an insane Chiss laying in wait. It wasn't paranoia, it was caution. She eyed her down again, getting a good feeling of her, and the took off her helmet smiling.

Waving her long brown locks she said, "So tell me, what do you want to know any me that your files don't show you."

 

[Nevermore]

Since his ascension to the position of leader for Clan Fett, Vodinh had done nothing but work in order to ease himself into the spot. It had been a relatively sudden change, and he had been diligent in his endeavor to show his capacity as a leader. It was a pleasant experience to be away from the buzz of his clan, and instead be sent out on a mission. He, along with the teammates he was given, was to track down a cannibalistic Chiss in pursuit of a Death Watch agent. While it wasn't exactly the type of mission that Vodinh normally appreciated, the Fett would have rather taken up this instead of nothing.

"Su'cuy," he said to Nasiri once Autumn had finished introducing herself. He watched Autumn from beneath his grimace-painted visor, his eyes rolling as the woman fumbled with her words. Sounding inhospitable was highly irrelevant right now, but Vodinh understood that some still wished to retain the visage of being polite and curt. Vodinh was not such a man, and preferred to get straight to the matter at hand. He armored hand came to rest on Autumn's shoulder, the Mandalorian leaning over to speak to her quietly.

"Udesiir. Sur'ar," he told his sister-in-arms in a hushed tone of voice. The Mandalorian turned back to their new Chiss acquaintance, and temporary ally.

"What information do you have for us, pertaining to the mission?" he inquired in his sandpaper-like voice, emphasizing the end of his sentence. Vodinh, more times than not, was all business. The three of them would have time to frivolously converse on the way to their destination, but for the time being they needed to get moving. Every second they stood here was a wasted second of catching their quarry.

 

[Orphen]

A dropship landed, and it seemed that he was just in time, the tall, rippled Adonic structure and pinicle of manhood was tended to by several, as they unloaded his cargo, several helmets and sets of what seemed to be hewed Mandalorian armour. Though the armour was not so much as nicked, and the bloodstains that seemed to have exploded from their prior wearers most came from the neck, but others under the arm and behind their knees were other locations which seemed to have been struck.

Axis Valefort, looked at the small congregation, he'd been busy, the ordo hunter stretched high after his long lonely journey, one hand clasping his elbow behind his head as the muscles on his arm, neck, and down his toreso tensed and rippled. Axis sighed.

Dar'manda

Though a second mission was called for, moving toward the small congregation, he spied the group of four, and though he knew one of them as an ordo, another, he recognised little but the chiss technology on her small, femanine, frail person. Upturning his head and avoiding gazing at her directly as if she was a light to bright to see, 'had the Ascendancy REALLY fallen that far?' crossed his mind as he moved a little more toward the Fett leader. Now there was a MAN he would greatfully lay his eyes upon. A picturesque mandalorian alpha of incredible repute. He had already served with the Fetts former leader, Vodinh had a lot to live up to.

Oya! Greetings I look forward to hunting with you Aliit.

He said a little more specifically to him, but not without saying it loosely in the direction of the group. His sword on his back, his long blonde hair was loose, long, well kept, vibrant and wavy. His pristine shock vibrosword on his back, his pistols at his sides and a few grenades, he was ready for everything.

 

[Solaris]

"Nasiri," the former holovid starlet said as she shook Autumn's hand. She smiled at the other woman, sensing her jittery, turbulent emotional state and imparting her own Jedi-trained serenity during their handshake. "If you haven't heard of me, that'd be great."

Nasiri looked up at the two male Mandalorians. Both stood much taller than her, though that wasn't exactly a rare experience for her. Still, it wasn't so usual that people stood that much taller than her - especially the big guy. He certainly looked good, but what she felt emanating from his mind repulsed her. Nasiri never saw the appeal in narcissists, and she quite literally could not help but echo his dislike of her.

The other man, the one who addressed her directly, he struck her as being entirely too focused on business. Well, there were worse things a man could be. . . like a narcissist. "Less than I would like, I'm afraid," Nasiri said in a crisply professional tone. "We traced him to Pzob, in the Kay-Seven-Four-Nine system of the Herois sector. We know he has not left Pzob, and we have eighty-eight point four percent certainty he is the only Chiss on Pzob. As we speak, a team of satellite drones are conducting bio-scans of the world in order to pinpoint his location, but thus far we have determined only where he is not. He's nowhere near the de facto spaceport on the ruins of the old Imperial base there, and he's not in the western or northern hemispheres." Nasiri shrugged. "At least, within a three point one percent margin of error."

 

[Nephill Kilner]

Always late.

A thousand curses ran through his mind, some spoken, some thought, as he flat out sprinted to the hangar bay. He cursed the charms of the visiting comforter he had decided to indulge on for the past few days. She had traveled all the way from Zeltros. Cost him a pretty penny too. But worth every cent. Her dainty hands, calling him back to bed, had been what delayed him now. That and a night of wild drinking. His head was still swimming from pheromones and tihaar. He ruefully remembered the days he would do that for nights on end. But now he was a man of commitments.

Supposed to be reforming, too.

He slowed as he reached the hangar door, allowing himself a few moments to compose himself. Luckily no one would be able to hear him sucking in breath through his buy'ce's air filters as he walked into the room, boots clacking on the floor as he approached the group. He nearly stopped dead at the sight of the most beautiful female he had ever seen in the whole galaxy. The comforter's charms were reduced to nothingness when compared to this girl's long hair and petite form. He amplified the sound and hung onto every word of the girl's voice as she gave a briefing.

When he stepped into the circle, he composed himself. He was thinking wild. This wasn't a party. She was an agent from the Chiss, and a threat. Not to be trusted. He had to overcome such foolish, animalistic desires. Perhaps this would be a suitable exercise to learn such skills. Yes. He would treat this like a mission. Ignore the girl's beauty. Focus on ways to slot her.

"Su'cuy," he says gruffly, giving simple nods to the other Mando'ade, and a lingering look on the female to analyze her then giving a longer nod of respect. He would treat her as extra dangerous, as upon clearer analysis he could see beneath the charms there was the steely resolve of a well-trained operative. He was used to view such people as enemies, and that thinking would do him good now. Two of the other Mandalorians he recognized as his new clanmates from Aliit Fett. He was new and was associating with the clan because of his mother's blood, and was thus not a "true" member, so he didn't expect the two to recognize him. After all, he still had Clan Kilner's crest emblazoned on his armor's right breast, and exotic weaponry that belied his not so long ago past as a bounty hunter. His armor stank of alcohol and smoke as well, and it was clear that in the past two years he had spent more time in the armor wooing females and partying like an ensign fresh out of the academy then killing enemies.

However, those who know him by reputation know he has led a successful career as a bounty hunter, slaying several high target foes, and his experience in the Mandalorian Civil War. During the Civil War, his clan sided with the Loyalists, and he joined them even though he disagreed with the political ideology of the group; he could not bring himself to fight against his kin. Most of the clan were completely wiped out at Fenris. He then joined the Separatists, who were aligned with his real views, and proceeded to chase down and eliminate the remaining Loyalists with religious-like vigor. His story is relatively well known, as well as his skill and tenacity on the battlefield. Those who don't know him merely have to judge him off of his equipment and battle scared beskar'gam.

This mission seemed interesting enough. Cannibals disgusted Nephill, and he detested such creatures. Adding onto that, the Death Watch aspect made him itch with bloodthirst. Anything to end that particular scourge. He took all of the information presented in stride. He felt bad for the crazed Chiss. Against a team like this, he had little chance of surviving. His motivation for being here was to make sure the Death Watch scum died.

Note: Edited to improve quality

 

[Django]

This was Autumn's first mission since the Mandalorian Civil War ended. It was obvious too, in her speech. Autumn was as nervous as she was during verd'goten. She was proving that she still had what it took to be a Mandalorian. For a time after the MCW, she felt nothing. There was a void where once there was meaning. Now, she was trying to get that back. Meaning, drive, motivation. Call it what you will. What is anybody with no desire?

Autumn head lowered in response to being hushed by Vodinh Fett, being ashamed of her obvious nervousness. Vodinh had recently became leader of Clan Fett, himself feeling a void. He certainly spoke like a man of power, telling her to calm down and get focused quite plainly. He was right, Autumn knew she should be in more control of her emotions. She stretched in her armor, managing a shy smile towards his direction.

What really drew her attention was the arrival of Axis. She was familiar with his name, and his legend of being freakishly tall, but she didn't know him personally. He was of Clan Ordo like her, and her lips spread in a genuine smile at his arrival. It was always good to have a brother to watch your back.

Doing her best to look up at him she spoke, "What a pleasure to have a fellow Ordo aboard."

She simply nodded at the arrival of the last Mandalorian, ignoring his tardiness.

She listened to Nasiri brief them on the mission, noticing that she left out the information about the Death Watch agent. Pzob. Were they to assume that the Death Watch agent was on the planet as well? The Mandalorians previously held territory on the planet, when they were still aligned with the Galactic Alliance, but she couldn't recall if they ever established a base on it.

"The Death Watch agent has enough reason to be on the planet as well." Continuing to explain she said, "He could have set up a little base on the planet when the Mandalorians still had territory on the planet, and grew attached to it enough that once we left he didn't."

 

[Nevermore]

As Nephill pronounced his approach by the sound of bootfalls on the floor, Vodinh couldn't help but look back at the newcomer. He vaguely recognized the emblazoned sigil, knowing it to at least be Fett in nature. He wondered if the others would recognize that he was of Clan Fett, and Vodinh hoped it wouldn't reflect poorly on himself. The last thing he needed was for people to think he was unable to handle his own clan. He would have to deal with Nephill himself later.

Ori'buyce, he thought to himself, temporarily quelling his irritation as he turned back to his new acquaintance. The information she shared with him bothered him; they were essentially going off of nothing. She seemingly had no idea where the Kyr'tsad was, and the possibility of finding their quarry all came down to a bunch of senseless numbers. They ability to track prey came to your own capabilities as a hunter, and wasn't entirely reliant on a bunch of figures a few machines spat out with you. He wasn't about to share his inner thoughts with this aruetii though, and so kept to himself.

"Then I suppose we head towards Pzob, and see if we receive any new developments on our way there?" Vodinh inquired. The solidarity of departure would allow Vodinh to discipline his seemingly nonchalant brother, Nephill.

 

[Orphen]

Axis had been in though for some time, his mind racing a million miles a second, though as the woman beside him looked up to talk to him, he looked to her, drew in her effeminate features, and though not repulsed by her aura of femininity, she had a LOT to prove to him before this mission was over if he was to speak friendly to him. Though, beyond his knowledge, it seemed that such an effort was almost precisely her goal to begin with.

Oya Aliit Autumn, I wish you luck, or a glorifying death in this mission.

He said not even quite meeting her gaze, though he was tall, he had his arms folded, one hand raised to massage his temple, thinking rapidly, the matter of the death watch being there posed an issue. One he decided to call on... Everything seemed so... convenient to him. The Death watch were un-honorable, so they were not above using deception and trickery. The thought made him quiver.

Aliit Vodinh, I detect a shudder flowing over the surface of my marble like skin. The stage is well set for ambush, though it seems like the Death watch wish to net a chiss, not a Mandalorian kill squat, this lure could be used to our advantage, If we don't mind using a little bait...

He said issuing a side glance toward the smallest of the group, the Chiss girl Nasiri, with a silent insinuation entaailing that she would be the ideal candidate for baiting out the Death watch. Axis' suit was geared for stealth and manoeuvrability, though he felt that he was the only one. His blade, bayed for blood and honorable challenge.

Though at Vodinh's suggestion to move out, Axis looked to the nearby ships, most seemed to be small individual fighters.

It seems to be that we have a lack for space and movement Aliit Vodinh, though, should push come to shove i would gladly couple with you in a small, confined space.

 

[Solaris]

Nasiri's lips curled in an enigmatic smile. "He's not, actually," she said sweetly to the Mando woman. Autumn seemed a bit nervous, even if the rest of the Mandos ranged from confident to downright cocky. If that big guy didn't make for such great eye candy, Nasiri might have had to figure out a way to ditch him. As for the kid who ran up and started ogling her like a piece of meat . . . well, she got the feeling Vodinh would be handling that little problem. Not that Nasiri particularly objected to his looking, but there was a time and a place for everything. This was neither.

"Your Death Watch friend is in an entirely different sector by now. He was clever enough to evade Sie'be'nuruodo, but the Ascendancy's agents are tracking him. We hope to gain more solid clues from Sie'be'nuruodo's capture to nail down his location, and then we'll bring him in for trial.

"The Chiss cooperate on one condition: I want Sie'be'nuruodo alive. He was a good man before Ures Gal captured him, and now he's sick. He's one of us, and we owe it to him to at least try to help him." Nasiri stepped in front of the man who seemed to be in charge, Vodinh, glaring up at him with her eyes hardened into turquoise shards. Gone was the mien of feminine frailty and lighthearted, sunny smiles - this woman was a warrior, someone blooded and with both the will and the resolve to kill. "I agreed to Mandalorian cooperation on this because I trust you know something of that. Are we in agreement?" she asked in a tone that brokered little room for argument. Nasiri wasn't keen on emasculating the Mandalorians, proud little savages that they were, but she had to do what she could to rescue and heal her fallen brother-in-arms.

 

[Nevermore]

The eyes underneath the helmet narrowed, meeting the gaze of the woman named Nasiri. He had dealt with such people before, and knew what the best method to handling them was. He hadn't intended on killing their quarry anyway. That was for the woman decide, considering that he was a Chiss like her. Though given her attitude, Vodinh wouldn't pass up the opportunity to return it.

"Mando'ad draar digu: aliit ori'shya tal'din," he began sternly. If her Mando'a was as good as it seemed, she would understand every word he was speaking to her.

"Kote lo'shebs'ul narit. You'll get your lenedat," he continued contemptuously. "Now, can we get going? Every second we sit here and talk, your Chiss is getting farther away."

Vodinh turned away, facing Nephill, ready to depart and give his vode a good talking-to.

"You're with me," he said, motioning for the Mandalorian to follow him.

 

[Solaris]

"Ni kar'tayli," Nasiri responded with an apologetic smile, laying a hand on the Mando's arm. She drew on the Force, giving a subtle-yet-powerful nudge to make his opinion and respect for her improve just enough to bring it up to neutral-positive, heading off that problem before it had a chance to fester. She didn't have time for dealing with this macho nonsense - but that didn't change the fact that her words were honest. "Ni nu'echoy kote. Haar shi kebise Ni copaanir dayn be ibic ner echoy'la vod."

Spoiler: Translation

"I know," Nasiri responded with an apologetic smile, laying a hand on the Mando's arm. She drew on the Force, giving a subtle-yet-powerful nudge to make his opinion and respect for her improve just enough to bring it up to neutral-positive, heading off that problem before it had a chance to fester. She didn't have time for dealing with this macho nonsense - but that didn't change the fact that her words were honest. "I'm not after glory. The only thing I want out of this is my lost brother."

"I let my, um, my passion get the better of my good judgment," Nasiri continued. Not entirely true; she'd had to know that this wasn't a psychotic revenge trip for them, but Nasiri was a liar skilled enough to convince someone night was day and up was down. "By all means, please, let's go. Shall we rendezvous in orbit around Pzob?"

Spoiler: OOC

I know, I know. I'm skipping over people - I'm looking to get this moving out to the man-hunt.

Sure hope one of you hangs out with the Kebiins.

 

[Nephill Kilner]

Nephill watched the exchange between Chiss and his clan leader impassively, arms crossed, making his own evaluation of the exchange. He agreed with Vodinh that the woman's attitude change was meant to belittle the Mando'ade, which was completely unacceptable. He watched her sudden reversal back to charming with suspicion. It was not his place or duty to make political decisions, something he was very glad to, but he would of course make his own judgements of the two.

Grateful to end his gaze of the woman, who was still, unfortunately, oh so captivating to him, he turned to walk with his aliit'alor. He was eager to get a move on, especially as the Death Watch scum wasn't even with the cannibal any longer. There would be even more time wasted in between the beginning of this mission and the preferably prolonged, painful death of Ures Gal.

"Elek, alor?" he asked.

 

[Orphen]

Axis however, as he saw the girl become incredibly stern, talking to the leader of clan Fett as not just an equal, but almost as a school teacher would talk to one of those under their thumb, his impression of her brightened a little. He could see the honest fierceness in her eyes, the spirit he only wished some of the men around here had. He knew it, because it was like looking into a mirror at his own.

Though he was sad that the Deathwatch member was long gone, It was the only chance he had here for a fight. Though, as it seemed the Chiss woman, was not making friends here at a rapid rate, her outburst was rather intruiging to him, it raised more and more questions, of course any woman, or anyone was able to put on the faux mask of bravado, this was something... more. He could simply feel it, and it had sent a shiver down his spine.

Well, short of you having a Travelling Companion young Nasiri, I would be interested to take this Journey with you If you wish, as I have no personal ship of my own as of yet, merely a loaned freighter, and I am interested in your chiss weaponry, It is sleek, and beautiful to behold. Filled with raw tamed power... A masculine weapon indeed

He smiled, though he was torn by the prospect of travelling with Vodinh, his physique pulling axis toward him almost magnetically, it felt stronger than gravity, bit Axis was determined to resist. Afterall;

absence made the heart grow fonder

With so many mandalorians hunting down one chiss, this was going to be more than simply easy.