Gett'se had spent months in the wilds of a remote planet, living off the lands as he made peace with the events in the droid warehouse. He felt guilt for taking so much time, for he had truly felt fear in the depths of that ancient armory. He barely remembered the last frantic moments before their escape. He had never feared death so much. Not the rugged acceptance of fear, of death's inevitability on the battlefield, to die a warrior's death. The rabid fear of an animal, caged and hunted by threats so beyond any individual's capabilities.
Maybe if he had had a crew of vod from Mandalore with him they could have cracked that armory, but if there truly was an army, then his survival was solely not of his own making.
In that moment he had felt a coward, and in the days after when he rested and recuperated. So a pilgrimage to Mandalore had been in order, to gaze upon the blasted heath and find peace and acceptance in his inevitable death, whether it be on that very day on the surface of the ever dangerous wasteland his people called their spiritual home, or in some future hunt or battle. Whenever that day came, he would be ready to join his people in the Manda.
Gett'se had been thoroughly puzzled when he flew over the surface of the world in his Y-wing, searching for a suitable landing location when he had buzzed over what had appeared to be a... protest of some sorts. He had not been following the holonet during his isolation, so he had no idea what was going on, but his first instinct wasn't to attack the group of what appeared to be extremely delusional teenage civilians, yelling at the desert and whatever few mandalorians had deigned to give them the time of day, and a few reporters who were covering the scene. It seemed like a not him problem so he had turned around to find a different landing location when a fast approaching ping had dinged on his sensors.
"Osik."
Gett'se cursed under his breath as he yanked on the yoke and turned the ship around just in time to see a freighter haul across the horizon and fire on the protestors transport as it was taking off. The ship exploded in a rather spectacular fireball, for all the galaxy to see. Kicking the engines into full thrust the Y-wing engine's roared as he chased after the freighter. This had been his fear as soon as he had seen the protest, the cameras and holonet beacon setups streaming live to the galaxy. That some warlord would come along and crush it, to draw the galaxies eyes once again to Mandalore. Catching up the freighter, pirate markings painted the hull. Free game as far as Gett'se was concerned as he lined up his crosshairs on the vessels engine and pulled the trigger. Laser fire slammed into the pirate freighters engine, sending the vessel plummeting to the ground trailing smoke.