Bringing home Strays (Ahsen Kashii)

[Kal Kandossii]

At the gate he gave the guard his pass and before the squat man could ask to see Ahsen's identification Kal reached out to shake the guard's hand who instinctively shook the offered hand. He glanced down at the credit chip he found in his palm then did a double take before pocketing the chip. "You have a good day Mr. Varro", the guard said to Kal.

Smirking Kal placed his hand on Ahsen's shoulder and steered her through the gates with a simple nod. Once through the gates and out of the guard's hearing Kal dropped his hand and glanced behind him. "Here's another of Kal's rules to live by, credits can buy anything, but always remember a man bought can be bought by someone else with a heavier purse. Let's scram."

His right hand pulled a comlink from his belt and with a sequence of buttons a ramp lowered from a large non descript shuttle. "Don't worry, she's tougher and faster then she looks. As for the family we have about a hundred and fifty in our clan. About forty are kids and teenagers. My brother, Atin, is the leader of the clan. Our alor. His wife Chloe is expecting twins any day. My uncle is Theoden Stronghammer. He taught me how to smith and hunt. He's a crouchety old man but you'll like him. Then there are three other smiths who live at my compound. Teroch, Aayla, and Haran. They are good people. Now strap in Ahsika, let's go home."

[member="Ahsen Kandossii"]

 

[Ibby]

[member="Kal Kandossii"]

Once they were out of earshot of the guard, Ahsen replied, "Yeah, you don't need to tell me twice -- look where I used to call home. Why'd he call you "Varro"?"

Her head whipped forward at the sound of a ramp lowering. "I'll take your word for it, Ori'vod. Do you really have a hundred and fifty clan mates? Where do they all sleep?" Even as she was asking these questions, Ahsen was doing as Kal said, her fingers managing to put everything where it was needed after only a couple fumbles.

Home.

A big grin broke out across the Togruta's face as she settled in. She liked the sound of that.

 

[Kal Kandossii]

He smirked as the shuttle lifted off and headed for an exit off this hutt influenced world. "I am a man of many names. Kal rule to live by twenty eight, never leave a trace of yourself. Whether hunting or in a crime pit, you always protect yourself and your identity unless it's in your favor to be known." The ship built up speed and the nose raised pushing them back in their seats.

"We own a large section of land wth a lot of homes and farms and garages around it. But some of our aliit live on Concordia or other planets in the system whle others are working odd jobs. So usually there's maybe forty of us around Mandalore at a given time." He glanced down to her belt where the knife was. "You any good with that?"

[member="Ahsen Kandossii"]

 

[Ibby]

[member="Kal Kandossii"]

Ahsen nodded. "Ah. That makes sense." As the ship began to gain speed, the girl's grip on the side of her seat increased ever so slightly. She'd never actually flown before, much less left the planet. "Where's Concordia? And will we see Mand'alor? What's he like?" In Ahsen's mind she saw this really big, scary dude wielding an axe and a tattered flag. Cool, she thought.

Kal's next question threw her out of her thoughts, though. "Good with what?" Ahsen asked. She replayed their conversation, wondering if he was asking whether or not she was fine with meeting the Mand'alor or seeing Concordia. Why wouldn't I be fine with it?