Private Blood Ties pt.2

[Koda Fett]

KESTRI - Sergeant Omen​

A storied history with Mandalorians.

Torn between counted among their number, or cast aside with their meaningless term of dar'manda; like the rolling tides of Kamino, who was deemed right and wrong was determined by the victor of the latest struggle for control over the Mandalorian people, while the bounty hunter tread the thin line between them all - the Enclave carved a different path, but one that met that crumbling ashen rubble all the same.

From their number, a Mand'alor would rise to correct the error of their ways. Fett only wished to conclude his business before their zealotry consumed them, swept up in reformation, reclamation, or another bloody crusade.

"Hnh," the Mandalorian regarded the gaoler after a sum of credits traded hands. A costly amount, though no doubt less so than what would have been a fiery brawl and breakout for the purposes of getting yet another sample of near-identical and distorted strands of DNA. Kaminoans, he mused with the roll of his hidden eyes.

Though the T-visor curiously peered about the thin corridor lined with red-lasered rayshields. The cold design of the interior matched the frozen tundra of the planet, though snowfields became replaced with thick metal walls, floors, and ceilings; made to contain Mandalorians, after all. A dangerous lot. He strode down them with a clink from his booted feet across the surface, glancing into the various cells that contained a variety of criminals of many different species, with some loud and crass while others wallowed in their silence.

But there it was, stopping by one cell of many. That face. His face. It caused his lip to twitch, or maybe it was his eye.

"Omen," called the muffled voice from behind both helmet and rayshield. "Do you know who I am?"

 

[Sergeant Omen]

Omen slowly rose to life at the mention as he looked through the cell door. His long matted hair made it hard to see the green helmet in the small window of his room. The Clone was sitting up in a straight jacket without any legs or feet to his name. It was clear that the last year of his incarceration had been hard on him. If the bounty hunter hadn't spoken up, he would've seen a man lost in his own world. Who knows what this clone was thinking? Maybe he was fighting off his mental demons in his own way. As he focused on the figure at the door, his eyes flashed softly in recognition. Yes, he knew who this man was. It looked like a vulture has come knocking at his door. "What do you want Bounty Hunter... Make it quick, so I can return to my peace."

 

[Koda Fett]

KESTRI - Sergeant Omen​

The helmeted head peered downwards, for all of a moment, to see the lack of limbs that lay beneath the clone. The only thought or sense of recognition came with the realisation that it would be his own appearance should Fett ever such an unfortunate state; rotting in a cell, tied up, dying.

"That's no way to treat your rescuer," dryly remarked the bounty hunter, the tilt of his helmet accompanying his next words, "should you accept, though it doesn't look like you're in a state to decline."

He knew that not all would be so willing to embark upon this journey, to accept the terms. A bolt to the shoulder may have been more encouraging, or a stun round that enveloped them entirely, yet perhaps the promise of new legs would do.

"You'll come with me to Kamino, sample some of those good genes you have left, and then I'll give you some new legs and leave you to wander and roam wherever you so please. Does that sound reasonable to you?"

 

[Sergeant Omen]

The Clone's one eye looked through the bars with annoyance at the bounty hunter's words before responding like his words had been unearthed by the desert itself. "Rescuer my ass... We both know you wouldn't be here if there wasn't profit in it for you. Its all you know..." He had only "met" the hunter once and he didn't get the best impression when he had whispered vague nothings in Valery's ear. "It sounds like you are offering me something reasonable... Whether you can hold up that bargain, that's another thing entirely. But like you said, I can't refuse you so lets get this over with..."

Koda Fett

 

[Koda Fett]

KESTRI - Sergeant Omen​

"Maybe I was feeling charitable," one clone said to the other with mockery thick in his muffled voice, "am I not entitled to a good deed?"

His reputation would disagree. The title of the galaxy's greatest bounty hunter came with equal parts desire and scorn, a want to have him on your payroll and not on your enemy's. A great many wrongs committed in the adherence to a contract, mostly horribly violent in nature.

"Not just yet, though. I'm still hunting down the others and I don't want you," his visored gaze glanced towards where Omen's legs should have been, "... running off on me."