Justice For All (Mandalorian Empire's Protectors)

[Varzali Khorza]

Sundari, Civilian District

Torin Verd, a son of Clan Verd, looked up at the abandoned building before him. Once a condemned apartment building, he managed to acquire it by pulling some strings. It was rough around the edges, but then again, so was he. Yet, this would be the start of it all. A new era for Mandalore and her people. With a deep sigh, he turned to his ship that was settled just outside of the building's landing dock. He motioned to it as a little black-and-gold probe droid repulsed itself out.

"Alright, Veesix. Start the transmission." He gave it a command, and little droid beeped in response. Torin gave a big sigh before looking to the droid's eye, now acting as a holocamera.

"Suy cuygar. I am Torin, of Aliit Verd. I send this to all children of Mandalore. We live in a time of dark perils and threats. Great empires have risen against us. Shadowy cults tempt us with their lies to erode our spirit. Criminality is just as strong here as anywhere. While our great warriors defend us outside of our borders, not all can contribute. No. Mandalore and her colonies need protection."

He paused a moment, allowing for his words to sink in before continuing.

"It is because of this that I wish, with the Infernal's blessing, to reinstate and organize a new generation of the Mandalorian Protectors. One to protect and police within our Empire's borders, and bring transgessors. I have been able procure a temporary, but stable headquarters. To all of those who willing to lend their support, this transmission is encoded with my current location at the headquarters. See ya here."

With that, the transmission concluded. Torin once more looked to the building that would serve as the Protectors' headquarters. Torin could only smile at the possibilities. A way that he could use his training as an ex-stormtrooper to good use. To protect, serve, and police rather oppress, conquer, and enslave.

 

[Orn'om]

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Zeke stood to the side of the transmission, watching and waiting for it to conclude. While money was always the goal as he was without a true clan and lived more for his immediate family, protecting his home was also pretty high up on the CEO's list of "important things". As the transmission ended Zeke took stopped nibbling on his fingernail, a bad habit, and strode up to Torin, the new leader of these "Protectors". Vanessa followed close behind him.

"Great speech Torin, real great, but we should probably start moving...away from the condemned building. Let the crews get to work y'know? The Keldabe site should be starting construction soon as well." He patted the Mandalorian on the back with a forced smile. Vanessa blinked rapidly several times as a message was sent to her memory causing Zeke to look over curiously.

"Sirs, I've received several messages regarding membership to the Protectors, should I forward them to your terminals?" The droid blinked again in their direction as it waited for an answer.

[member="Torin Verd"]

 

[Nicair Claden]

He'd known this was coming eventually. Someone like him had a nose for this kind of work, dirty, blood ridden. There was little glory in it; in some cases, little honor. On more than one occasion he'd been nothing more than a manhunter, tracking the most dangerous of threats across the galaxy. Murderers and serial killers were his specialty, he gave little thought to the numerous other crimes one can commit. Extortion was boring, robbery was filled with cowards, while he respected the grace of a burglar he criticized their usual lack of desire to look their victim in the eye. Bank robbers were cold and calculating, he tended to appreciate their skill more than their greed. But murderers, while there were usually four main reasons someone commits the act, the various subplots could be quite intricate.

But that wasn't very common, and Nicair was getting antsy. What he loved more than anything else, was the dominance of those that dominate others. The look of killers as they began to realize who was hunting them. The closest thing to fear a psychopath will ever feel.

He'd never done the work consistently or generally professionally. In some cases he would do it for an extended period of time to try and temper himself, look into the darkness of the galaxy. But he either wasn't being paid and entered into the realm of a vigilante, he's killed his share of those as well, or would take the occasional contract. Most law enforcement agencies weren't too keen on having outsiders do their work, it made them look ineffective, sloppy, and unnecessary. Governments and crime bosses were where the real money was at, which is why so many bounty hunters had a bad reputation. While Nicair has certainly delved into that area, he didn't do it often. Hutts made him violent and grumpy.

The Sociph had never had genuine information about where the new headquarters would be at, but he knew enough to stay on Mandalore for a time. It was hard for him to recall the last time he'd been here, on the capital of the Empire. A place that had been warred over by clans and crusaders for centuries, each one adamant that their way was the true path of a Mandalorian.

Needless to say he'd been waiting for the transmission, and was on his way before it ended. His shuttle touched down a few minutes after it ended.

Like any careful warrior he was scanning the figures he saw, the ones that weren't droids of one shape or another. The one he had seen on the holovideo he partially recognized by name only. Nicair couldn't recall having fought beside this Verd. His Alor Keira on the other hand, he'd had the pleasure of fighting with and beside her. If he was anything like her they'd have an interesting time. The other figure he didn't recognize by name or form. His body tensed without genuinely expecting trouble, this was Mandalore. While not even this planet was free from crime and nefarious deeds, it was rare and far between.

[member="Zeke Farthen"] | [member="Torin Verd"]