Desolation Path

[Cato Fett]

O, from this time forth,​

My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth!​

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xulOCPkcxqQ​

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Deep Core
Kuar

Kuar took kindly to none. It loathed visitors, detested passerby, and especially hated Mando’ade that dared coming back. After all, Cato thought, we murdered them.

The world was stuck off the main lanes leading between Foerost and the Empress Teta systems, in an isolate alcove of navigable space that was decrepit with disuse. From orbit, Kuar appeared vastly unremarkable. Past atmo, with boots to the soil, it’s landscape seemed infinite and undistinguished, the skin of rock, barren except for depthless fissures that eventually conjoined into stitched ravine and canyon systems. The Kuaran, sensitive to light, prospered below ground. Where the mesa’s met the canyon edges, spires of carved stone jutted brokenly. Heat and solar wind, the absence of almost five thousand years of living care, had reduced many to emptied stubs crammed with vulture roosts. Angry shadows fizzed and hissed with the breeze. It was well past dusk, and Cato walked alone across the floor of a monumental ravine.

Light came from a pine-pitch torch he held aloft in his prosthetic gauntlet. Cato paused, at fifteen pace intervals, to light forgotten bronzer braziers swamped in frayed cobweb. The coals accepted the fire after a pause, old embers and coals warming bright. A wake of fire trailed behind him now, casting shadowed glows up the warped, rosy sandstone, changing the ravine from a lightless scar to a livid wound pulsating against an overcast night.

Prior to realspace translation in orbit, Cato had borrowed resources from RESINT to covertly transmit a general message through the ShadowNet:

See attached coordinates.​

Come if you wish and if you can.​

Rediscovered a spot. Quiet, out of the way, with history.​

It’ll do in a pinch. Could make something out of it.​

C.​

The ravine soon opened abruptly into an enormous river-rapid confluence that’d been converted into a once stately courtyard. Orbital fire, dropped ordnance, had pulverized and glassed the yard floor. There were skeletal basilisk left fallen where anti-air fire had smashed their ventral plating, their pilots equally dislocated and scattered, buried under column rubble beside Kuaran fighters washed to the bone by age and erosion. Fragile bone cracked under Cato’s boots as he gently crossed to the remains of a great jade plinth set where, maybe, there had been a dedicated chapel. A Crusader and defending Kuaran were locked in an embrace atop the plinth, mutually pierced through by spear and falchion, collapsed at the foot of a desiccated marble effigy. Cato knelt, studying their faces drawn to naked bone under shattered helms.

Pride, shame, honour, ignominy. He turned and sat against a busted rock, kept company by the dead and a sputtering torch. The long Kuar night waited with him, as starry and endless as his private ruminations.

“’A warrior knows nothing of surrender,’” Cato quoted in the deep silence. Ire, a strange, thick anger boiled up his throat, and he looked to the stars for a ghost to answer back. Yes, you carved your way to immortality on the backs of your warriors, Indomitable, honourable to whatever vicious end claimed you. With your example set for millennia and beyond corruption. Except you were an ego-driven animal that witlessly bowed our necks to the Krath, but no one dares breath it. I don’t know what to make of you. If I’m simply naïve and stupid in my ways. Or if I’ve a right to hate you. I do not know. Ancestors forgive me. You had your honour, and I own mine now.

He pulled Oilseller from its scabbard, watching torch light and moonbeams play upon its steel polish.

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[member="Alaric"] [member="Connory"] [member="Davin Skirata"] [member="Dracken Pryce"] [member="Ember Rekali"] [member="Ijaat Mereel"] [member="Kade Kol-Rekali"] [member="Talia Fett"] [member="Zeke Farthen"]

 

[Talia]

"Only the stupid ones."

Her voice slipped from the shadows, bouncing off ancient stone as Talia picked her way through the old battlefield, her steps light making barely a sound. She paused casting a glance around before removing her helmet and shaking her hair free. Fiery locks glinted in the moonlight and she gave the courtyard a look of distaste. "When you said you'd rediscovered a spot, I didn't think you meant it was quite so..." she shrugged unable to find the word to describe the graveyard and hooked the helmet to her belt.

They'd have a little time before the others arrived, time enough to rekindle an old friendship perhaps. She moved closer, eyes falling to his blade. "I heard you on the radio, y'know. Yet somehow never put two and two together. I thought you'd perished with the rest of your unit..." she moved around the courtyard as she spoke, turning old skeletons with her boot, trying to picture the battle in her minds eye, her back to him. She cast a glance over her shoulder.

"I'm sorry."

[member="Cato Fett"]

 

[Cato Fett]

“Some live,” Cato rose off the plinth and stepped over the bulk of a cannoned pillar. The wind caught in the pieces of fluted stone, whispering strange half-notes. The torch still sputtered in his hold and played its fitful light over the eyes of innumerable empty skulls. “We saved two score survivors. They’re still on Utapau, in coma, being reconstructed. Costs have been enormous. …There’s no telling what will happen when they wake, if they do wake.

“Hasn’t been a day, the last twenty years, that I’ve not been dead broke,” He said. The torchlight played with Talia’s mane, rendering motes of embers that travelled fluidly along her bangs. She never failed looking vital. Youthful power warmed her eyes, flushed her frame with spirit. Cato undid the straps to his chin and pulled his helmet free with a hand. He looked terrifically bad.

“I didn’t know you went with Monroe’s camp,” He said. “If I did, maybe… Ah. I thought you were still out in the Tingel reaches. That hopefully you’d evaded our enemies or else, fared with better fortune. I’m sorry too. Sorry we’re here, now, to endure this. Karma, eh?”

[member="Talia Fett"]

 

[Talia]

Talia shook her head, crouching down to closely inspect a mandalorian visor, fingers sweeping dust from it to uncover a mythosaur skull emblazoned on the side. "I've not bee out in the Tingel reaches for more than a fleeting visit for a long time. Most of the family settled on Manda'yaim. Those that didn't came back pretty fast after the burning." she shrugged and rose to her feet, turning to face him. The years had not been kind to him, nor had the many battles judging by the numerous scars.

Yet somehow, Talia saw only the face of they boy who'd she'd bested in a scrap as a kid. Her brother had been so angry with her for that, told her she'd cheated by using the force...so she flattened him too. She gave him a sad smile, blinking tears from her eyes. "Feth, Karma." she said with a soft laugh, and cleared her throat, pushing the well of emotion back down. "I've got some credits tucked away if you need help. I've got no use for them, save to feed an unhealthy drinking habit."

[member="Cato Fett"]

 

[Cato Fett]

“Keep them. I’ll manage now, and if I can’t, it’ll be too late for it,” Cato said. He pulled the torch away and let his eyes become accustomed to natural starlight. A falling star occasionally slipped and winked overhead. Each time, he murmured one of the hidden names of the heavens and prayed soundlessly. Asahian Shintoism taught that their world, the universe at large, was inhabited by innumerable gods and thrice-fold many spirits. In a way, it lent a tapestry to things, beyond a simplified triumvirate of impotent conceptual stand-ins for ‘change’, ‘stagnation’, and ‘luck.’ The wind seemed to rouse itself and blew a dry night cloud of ash and dust across them. Cato breathed in: old scents of triumph and defeat. Both to be savoured, when they came. Were there spirits here to mind all the dead and aged violence? Would it like a shrine of its own one day, so it didn’t feel so forgotten? That felt like a worthy gift.

“Karma,” Cato murmured again, turning to Talia. “Do you know how many of our clan are for the Watch? Is it just ourselves now?”

[member="Talia Fett"]

 

[Talia]

Talia scowl was lost in the shadow. Some men were just a little too prideful to accept help when its offered, if he wouldn't accept them, no doubt the facility supporting what remained of his unit would. She'd find them, one way or another. The red head watched him quietly, the murmured names on his lips rising goosebumps along her skin. He was both familiar and so very strange to her now the contrast made her unsure of what to feel.

Talia averted his gaze at the question. How many of our clan? All that remains. How many did she cut down besides her own brother? Sintas, whom she'd held while he bled out, whose face had held nothing but contempt for a sister he'd once adored. The others had been cut down without ceremony, armour emblazoned with the Death Watch insignia, she stopped being able to distinguish who's voice screamed her name in her nightmares. She looked down at her hands for a long moment before closing them and making herself look up at him, to meet that gaze.

"Does it matter?" she asked, an edge of bitterness in her tone, eyes blazing.

[member="Cato Fett"]

 

[Solar Energy Corporation]

“Hey.”

A patch of gloom where moonlight dared not touch shifted, disgorging an eavesdropper. Kade Kol-Rekali by name, though the three of them had only met once, he still wore his scarred green helmet with the yellow racing stripe. He stuffed his hands in the pockets of his coat, veshet fur-lined hood ruffling in the sighing breeze.

Unsure if they’d noticed him approach, Kade pretended not to have caught any snippets of their conversation. It seemed delicate. And even Keetael tracking could not tell the hunter how to move with the silence of a gliding owl. And Kade had mastered neither.

“You find anything?” Then, more eagerly, “weapons?”

[member="Cato Fett"] | [member="Talia Fett"]

 

[Cato Fett]

“…Suppose not.” Cato rubbed the itch of scarred lines over his lost eye. They’d never enjoyed consolidation, not on the scale Ordo, Munin, or even Vizsla employed. Fett, as a name, traditionally invoked notorious independence but in the age of ‘lone wolf’ operators, where mercenary trade-craft ran hand-in-hand with anti-social mores and solitary ‘wounded warriors’, it meant nothing. The clans were dissolved. Family’s no longer recognized. Kuar’s desolation underlined their own less-than-meagre resources. Cato knelt, picking up an old halberd, still dwarfed by the valley and its memorial weight.

Then Kade loomed out of the silence. “I’m hoping,” Cato answered. “The Kuaran built below ground. At a guess, the old Crusaders could have coopted their cities for storage. Armour vaults. Boltholes. We’ll assume if there is, they’ll be trapped or mined. Still…” He looked across the blued shadows trailing across the walls of the steep vale. “No one’s come around for a very, very long time.”

[member="Talia Fett"] | [member="Kade Kol-Rekali"]

 

[Talia]

Talia's hand slid automatically to her weapon as Kade slid from the shadows, half a beat and recognition dawned and she eased her hand away. The emotion that had been so close to the surface vanished, buried under years of practised 'shut down'. They were fighters first, people second. In time that facade would fade, as trust grew, but right now? Talia didn't really trust any of them.

"We should give the others a little more time to join us, then we can go scout the underground cities. See if we can't find weapons...and maybe some combat arachnids. Wouldn't mind something to shoot at. They'd be too wild now to tame." she smiled. "I want to say bury the fighters too, but leaving it as untouched as possible on the surface will act as better cover."

[member="Kade Kol-Rekali"] [member="Cato Fett"]

 

[Steel Eyes]

The cargo ship he rode dropped through the wispy clouds of the Kuar atmosphere. The clouds washed around the big freighter like cigarra smoke around a waved hand and trailed after the ship for a distance through the dark before fading. He watched quietly through an airlock porthole as the ship decended. The steady vibration of the ship's engines rose as the thrusters engaged in earnest to slow their decent and the reverberating whine of electro-hydrolic struts unfurling themselves from their housing was could be heard in the large cargo bay.

He turned to his gear, slow plodding thoughts mulling over the fact that this would be his first contact with Mandalorians since his former hunting partner passed away. Would they take him at his word that he was one of them, mistake him for a strange monster like the people of Coruscant had done, or simply just tell him to shove off they didn't need his kind? He didn't have answers or even speculations, just hope that he could be a part of a tribe again. He wouldn't admit it but he missed the belonging to something. He missed the sense of community he had among his own people. When you looked like he did, you had trouble being considered as the same as others. It was a hard truth, but a truth none-the-less.

He picked up his armor and slung it over one shoulder to clip over the other one. Finding armor to fit over his horns had been difficult and he had settled for an alternative design. He picked up his heavy belt that held his large cleaver of a knife and cinched it around his thick waist before he picked up his huge scattergun and warbag. He didn't have a helmet. They didn't really come in his size. But then he didn't need everything.

The ship settled down and the loading ramp lowered. The captain anounced their arrival over the ship's intercom but he didn't bother to reply. He had paid in advance, what more was there to say that his credits hadn't already said? He knew how the galaxy worked, guilty until proven rich.

He walked with heavy pounding steps down the loading ramp and out onto the rocky surface. His armored boot covers and shingaurds still spotted with dirt and mud from his last hunt. The darkness wasn't much of a challenge for him. That was one perk of his race that made hunting the beast of the galactic fields a natural employment. With weapon and pack slung over a heavy shoulder he walked across the barren ground toward the distant lights and hoped he wouldn't have to run or fight his way out.

He found the lighted path with little difficulty and followed it quietly. He had learned to be startlingly quiet for such a large being and he decided it was best to know what he was getting into before walking up and saying "Hi.". The shadows of the fires played across his face and horns as he walked. His own shadow pitched dark against the rocky walls as the smells of dust and still warm stone filled his oversized nostrils.

He could see them now, a small trio of beings, small but hard as the armor they wore. The set of their bodies reminded him of compressed springs ready to burst into action despite their outward ease. He knew that feeling, it was the same in most predators, always ready to pounce or be bounced. One moment away from the next chase, the next fight for survival. He made noise now, he didn't want to be seen before he was heard. Surprise would not be his friend among this brand of creature. He walked slowly out into the open, huge hands up as he approached. It had been a long time since he had...socialized, and if he was honest, he was never really good at it anyway.

He stopped ten yards away, all too aware of the eyes one him and the chance he would be nursing wounds if this went poorly, or feeding carion birds if it went worse.

"I got a messege." He said, his deep voice like the rumble of stones in a garment dryer, "I'm Tonka."



[member="Cato Fett"] [member="Talia Fett"] [member="Kade Kol-Rekali"]

 

[Jorga the Hutt]

[member="Tonka Fett"] [member="Talia Fett"] [member="Cato Fett"] [member="Kade Kol-Rekali"] [member="Sargon Vynea"]

KUAR

Without comment, Connory walked into the courtyard and crouched by one of the old bes'uliike. Fifty centuries had half-buried them in random detritus. Their electronics were dust. Their bones, though, and their plates - those were still good apart from the battle damage. He pried open a wound to look through the joints. Choked by dirt, sure, and tarnished... but sound.

Where other Mandos might carry a heavy weapon, he carried a sonic servodriver. The implement hummed, vibrated through resonant frequencies, and millennia sloughed off the beskar flanks. His helmet filter couldn't stop a scent of heavy age and metal.

 

[Mereel Vaun]

See attached coordinates.
Come if you wish and if you can.
Rediscovered a spot. Quiet, out of the way, with history.
It’ll do in a pinch. Could make something out of it.
C.

Mereel would be lying if he were to say that he had responded to Cato's call as soon as possible. He had taken some time to acquire several more thermal detonators for this trip. The past had taught him that missions involving mando'a were often much more dangerous than missions he ran with only aruetii - even when he had allied Mandalorians. Especially with friendly Mandalorians.

He clipped the three extra thermal detonators to various clips around his belt, and walked down the ramp of the Iviin'yc. The coordinates that Cato had sent were still a few kilometers away, but the crew had already prepared a speeder bike for him outside.

I'll have to thank Tucker for that later.

He hopped on the speeder and punched the accelerator to max. The speeder responded to his input with a loud

ZRRRRRRRRRRRRRRMMMMMMMMMMMM

The ravine was large enough for him to narrowly avoid hitting rock faces in front of him, which was good because he was probably already running late due to his shopping trip.

He slowed himself a little as he piloted the bike through a few narrow corridors.He barely missed a rock spire by a meter at one point.

Mereel stopped the bike completely as he arrived in a man-made courtyard. Directly ahead of him was an absolutely massive creature ([member="Tonka Fett"] ) that made him instantly glad that he had brought four thermal detonators along. It didn't seem to be attacking anything though, and there appeared to be four other beings near it. He powered down his speeder bike and slowly approached the creature from behind with one thermal detonator on his belt held in a death grip.

As the man in blue armor drew closer to the group, he could see armor glinting in the light of the moon, but he still couldn't tell what the massive creature was. It had to be over two and a half meters tall.

"Su'cuy vode... What exactly is that?"

[member="Connory"] [member="Talia Fett"] [member="Cato Fett"] [member="Kade Kol-Rekali"]

 

[Jorga the Hutt]

Connory looked back and forth between [member="Mereel Vaun"] and [member="Tonka Fett"]. The latter had certain cues and accessories, discernible to the practised eye.

"A hunter, at a guess," he said.

He dug back into the guts of the ancient basilisk droid.

 

[Sargon Vynea]

No one liked the guest of a guest, and yet here he was in the middle of what felt like a semi private party. Of course it was also apparent he was not the odd man out, not yet at least. Taking a step behind Connory the Zabrak closed his eyes and reached out around him with the Force. Eyes were all good and well, but they tended to miss what was going on behind you. The transition was always a bit jarring as he settled into seeing through the Force, the mind adjusting from the eyes to the full input of one's surrounding. So he stood in silence for the first few minutes, focusing on the engineer's work until the transition ended.

The dead always held secrets, and he doubted a dead world would hold any less secrets then those that had died upon it. What exactly they were looking for was beyond Sargon though, and it didn't really matter to his purpose here either. He was here because there was nowhere else to be at the moment, and a man had offered him a job. Well, he suppose he couldn't call it exactly a job they hadn't even discussed pay, better perhaps to call it an arrangement. It didn't matter either way, he felt the unending push of the Force for him to move. So he was moving. Looking back towards Connory's work he tried to make a guess at how much beskar could be planetside if this was the average scene. That right there would be enough to interest Mandalorians, but what was buried here more valuable then a half ton of beskar?

@Connory @Mereel Vaun [member="Tonka Fett"] [member="Talia Fett"] [member="Cato Fett"]

 

[Mirshko Betna]

[member="Connory"] [member="Tonka Fett"] [member="Talia Fett"] [member="Cato Fett"] [member="Kade Kol-Rekali"]

Betna Homestead, Mandalore

Mirshko sighed heavily as she sank into the pilot's chair of the stealth fighter. Mom's bes'uliik. Shaking her head slightly at the thought, she slowly began the pre-flight checks which she could almost do in her sleep. She couldn't count the number of times she'd flown this ship over the last year or so. She still couldn't quite wrap her head around everything that had happened. The attack on Mandalore.... the civil war that followed. She felt her fingers curl into fists against her legs for a moment as she remembered.

The conflict had quickly divided the Mandalorians along a fault line which had been waiting to erupt for quite some time as far as she could tell. The age-old argument against Force users among the Mandalorians had figured heavily into it. That much she knew. The civil war had raged across the Mandalorian territories. Some of the oldest strongholds of their people now lay in ruins because of it. At least from what she knew. For the most part, she had kept to the Betna homestead once Mandalore was stable enough to return to. There were still areas that weren't. Shaking her head slightly she sighed again.

That was where she was right now - the hangar at the Betna homestead. She sat hunched forward slightly in the pilot's seat of Mom's bes'uliik as she studied the control readouts. Everything showed green. Punching a few buttons, she slowly lifted the vessel from the permacrete of the hangar floor, and guided it upwards and out of the hangar itself. She felt she couldn't stay here anymore. If she did, she feared that agents of Death Watch might be able to track her.

Maybe that's what happened to Mom... she thought to herself as she carefully guided the vessel up and away from the house, engaging the stealth as she did so. She'd not heard from either of her parents for several months. Not since just after the attack on Mandalore. At the time, she figured they might be off fighting. But as time went on, she became more worried. Weeks and then months passed with no word from either. Eventually, rumors began circulating of centers within Mandalorian Empire space where they had developed a 'treatment' for those who were able to touch the Force. She shuddered slightly.

But, the more she thought about it, she began to wonder just what had happened to Mom. It was very unlike her parents to be out of contact for so long. A frown etched itself on her face as she considered that. She whispered a few commands to ANNE to begin searching the holonet for any news. And the results of that search weren't encouraging. Both parents had been listed as missing by Mandalorian authorities more than three months ago. And she couldn't feel Mom. And that worried her more than she was willing to admit.

The message came through as she was beginning to pull towards space, the deep blue of the night sky giving way to the inky blackness of space beyond. It was a comm frequency she didn't recognize, but it was someone who was either trying to reach Mom or Dad. The call came through on an encrypted signal... and from what ANNE could tell her about it as the AI worked to decode it was that it was marked as urgent. That information caused Mirshko's frown to deepen slightly. Whoever had sent it knew her parents and knew how to reach them. ANNE finally had the message decoded. When her eyes fell on the screen, she saw a string of hyperspace coordinates, followed by a brief message. And it only made her wonder even more what had happened. A few moments to turn the message over in her mind, and Mirshko carefully typed in the coordinates and his the commit button on the navigation panel. Moments later, the stars outside her canopy elongated into the mottled array of light that was hyperspace.

 

[Mirshko Betna]

((double post))

 

[Cato Fett]

Cato regarded the arrivals; Masters Mereel and Tonka, the former spry and hideously well-armed, the latter tall, bullish, thick and heavyset as wroshyr. Connory was aside somewhere, busied with downed and gutted bes’uliik piled unceremoniously, his guest the Iridonian on hand and wordlessly appraising the courtyard for what tonnage in beskar could be salvaged. Dawn was hours off. Cato replaced his chrono-piece away, settling his helmet back into place, looking out across the blackened courtyard and sensing the dead peering back. Another star tumbled and fell overhead, scoring a trail of bright after-images, gone and disintegrated before another breath could be drawn. Do I wait, he thought? There’s a principal cast now, and work to be done. Do I wait for more?

“This will do,” He said and started trudging off. He stalked towards a set of wind-worn apertures that’d once been stately portcullis’, the gates smashed, burned, now petrified with age. Unlit tunnels ramped down, out of sight. The torch in his grip finally expired, was tossed aside into piled ash, HUD coalescing between view-modes before Cato settled on infra-red. AR overlays painted the landscape with tactical data read-outs. “The Kuaran built their holdings below ground, before they were massacred. I’m going for a walk-about. Anyone’s welcome to come.”

[member="Mirshko Betna"] | [member="Sargon Vynea"] | [member="Connory"] | [member="Mereel Vaun"] | [member="Tonka Fett"] | [member="Talia Fett"] | [member="Kade Kol-Rekali"]

 

[Mirshko Betna]

[member="Cato Fett"] | [member="Sargon Vynea"] | [member="Connory"] | [member="Mereel Vaun"] | [member="Tonka Fett"] | [member="Talia Fett"] | [member="Kade Kol-Rekali"]

Kuar System


The transit took a bit longer than she would have liked, but she had never been here before. And, she was feeling a bit restless for a variety of reasons. Shifting slightly in the pilot's chair, she studied the sensor readouts for a moment before she angled the craft down towards the planet below. She still couldn't quite wrap her mind around everything that had happened over the last few months. And she supposed she might not ever fully understand it. Shaking her head at that train of thought, she tried to breathe and stay focused.

She had a distinct feeling that she wasn't the only one here. And it didn't really matter. What she cared about was that she was about as far away from Sundari and Mandalore as she could possibly get. That was a start anyway... she considered for a moment as she continued to guide the bes'uliik down towards the planet's surface. She knew next to nothing about the Kuar system.... which she supposed could have been one of the reasons it was chosen. If she didn't know much about it, there was a good chance others didn't either. And that could be helpful for those who chose to come here.

The trip down to the surface of Kuar itself was relatively short. She found a clear area not far from the ruined courtyard in which to land the ship. The gravel and broken masonry crunched and crumbled slightly under the weight of her ship as it settled. Taking a few moments, Mirshko took a deep breath to steady herself as she undid her crash webbing. Once loose, she turned and pulled firmly on the canopy release. It seemed an eternity before the transparisteel bubble separated itself from the body of the fighter enough for her to clamber out of the cockpit along the fuselage and drop to the ground below.

As she gained her balance once more, she began to look around. it was then that she spotted torches flickering a short ways off. They seemed to be marking the start of a path which led off into the ruins which loomed in the gloom beyond. Palming a light from one of her belt pouches, Mirshko slowly began to make her way down the path. It wound it's way through the ruins, and even beneath them in some cases. She didn't know who - or what to expect as she wound her way carefully down the path, and towards whoever was there.

 

[Mereel Vaun]

Mereel decided that he would rather walk off with Cato than leave himself with the large 'hunter', as one of the Mandalorians had called the 9 foot tall behemoth.

"A walk in the dark sounds lovely."

He stopped gripping one of the thermal detonators on his belt and retrieved his DC-15AB rifle from his shoulder strap. Before walking off to follow Cato into the unknown, he noticed that his HUD's motion tracker was picking up movement nearby. He did a 360 degree scan of his surroundings with the mark one eyeball. As he turned to look behind him, he thought he saw a silhoutte standing in the shadows of the ravine.

He stopped his instincts. Normally he would have been dropping to a crouch to train his blaster on the figure, but it was most likely an ally. It was strange having Mandalorian allies again. Instead he extended his left arm and waved at the figure in the darkness.

"Su'cuy ner vod. You're right on time to join our expedition into the graves of thousands."

He said deadpan. There was hardly joy or humor in his voice when he talked about acts of the Mandalorian people these days.

[member="Mirshko Betna"] | [member="Cato Fett"] | [member="Sargon Vynea"] | [member="Connory"] |[member="Tonka Fett"] | [member="Talia Fett"] |[member="Kade Kol-Rekali"]​

 

[Talia]

[member="Connory"] [member="Tonka Fett"] [member="Mirshko Betna"] [member="Cato Fett"] [member="Mereel Vaun"] [member="Kade Kol-Rekali"] [member="Sargon Vynea"]

It was almost like they’d heard her say ‘we’ll wait’. First the behemoth of a mandalorain stepped into the light of the braziers, so big he cast his own shadow of gloom. Talia couldn’t help but grin. “Hey Tonka.” she replied “I’m Talia. This is Cato, and Kade.” as she spoke others began to arrive, Connory said nothing, and began tinkering. “That’s Rel and his friend...” He’d failed to introduce himself...or rather Connory had failed to introduce him.

A distant rumble of a speeder made her peer round the massive form, Mereel’s voice drifting from behind it. “And that’s Mereel.” she chuckled. Acknowledging Cato’s desire to go underground with a nod, settling her helmet back on her head as a young woman joined them. More and more were starting to come out of the woodwork.

“I’ll catch you up. I want to get a lay of the land up here first, see what would work for initial defense if we need it.” She also needed to see who else might show.

[OOC: this may be where we need to start tagging locations]