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[Darth Stolas]

Morgan was most fond of mercenaries, for the most part. Third party agents who accepted payment or favours to get things down outside his immediate sphere of influence or intel were immensely valuable, particularly those who had a reputation for effectiveness and follow through. Now Mandalorians in his experience were a mixed bag and far more varied and interesting than most of the galaxy was happy to assume at their leisure. People were all too eager to paint with broad brush strokes the ways of other cultures and orders than their own while Morgan preferred to determine the nature of the individual before making judgement. Generally speaking.

Then again, they did often have people who took credits or other valuables to kill things on top of having a warlike and honour based culture. Morgan could appreciate all of those things and generally did, which was why he was on Ordo in the Mandalore sector looking for just some such individuals. He visited occasionally for trade or information gathering, although not overtly as Darth Stolas, and often wondered how it was the Free Worlds had simply let these people and their culture continue to wither away after pressuring them into joining their collection of systems.

The main downside was that foreigners were generally viewed at the least with suspicion no matter how well behaved they were. Some clan leader or other, depending on their mood, sometimes asked someone to escort and/or keep an eye on the strange and wealthy foreigner who sometimes showed up for business, or sent a bounty hunter looking for work his way. Or both, really. It had been Morgan's suggestion in the first place some years prior.

Which was why Morgan, dressed in tunic and pants typical of people from the Pacanth Reach, was waiting outside his ship near the main settlement and going over a list of things with his droid, Dante. He wondered what sort of Mandalorian had agreed this time? Hopefully one who liked explosives.

@Painus

 

[Cyrus Solus]

Cyrus took some convincing before he agreed to this task.

Normally, the grizzled warrior was content to let foreigners on their worlds bumble about aimlessly until they inevitably drew the ire of the wrong person, got blasted, and then were left to rot in the midday sun. He was bored, though, and boredom for him meant that he needed to go fight something or someone, which meant that this bumbling foreigner who would inevitably draw someone's ire needed someone to stand in the way of the 'getting blasted' part.

That meant he'd get to alleviate his boredom, which was enough for him, really.

Thick bantha leather boots plodded down the thoroughfare towards his prospective bumbling foreigner. He was dressed as he always was - red-and-black armor of his clan, dangling charms and totems, and various accoutrements such as his myriad weapons. He looked every bit the 'Mandalorian mercenary' trope that the galaxy had come to expect of his people, even when there was a great deal more depth to their culture than what others believed.

Cyrus arrived and silently observed the man talk things over with his droid from a distance. He took the time to appraise the person he'd be escorting, but didn't determine anything remarkable of note about him; he was young, lithe, and at least appeared wealthy. With a wordless shrug to himself, Cyrus trudged forward and halted a few meters from the man.

He cleared his throat to get Morgan's attention, then folded his arms across his chest. "I was told," he said in his rough, gravelly voice, "To keep an eye on you." He paused for a moment, rolling his neck around to pop it, and appended a curt, "And that you had business for someone like me."

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Darth Stolas]

Keen ears had heard the approach of the armoured man in the dirt. Golden eyes looked up from the floating droid to find the man himself when he cleared his throat, the Firrerreo's gaze sharp and hawk-like as it tended to be. It took in quickly the details of of the armour from the different totems and weapons to the colour of it and the way its wearer stood. Dante turned also to look at the new arrival for a moment before returning to what it'd been doing.

His lips curled up slightly at the edges in a distantly friendly sort of smile and he inclined his head slightly in greeting. "So I was told," he replied conversationally and turned to face the Mandalorian. "This is so. Always something to be done." Slender fingers brushed a bit of stray dust from a sleeve and he stepped forward with the droid following along a pace behind in the air. His eyes flicked briefly down and back up over the armoured man.

"Rapid assault and close quarters type?" It was technically a guess but a man who confidently wore several melee weapons and pistols probably wasn't a covert ops or sniper specialist. Key word 'probably', one never knows sometimes.

@Painus