Private Do We Have An Accord?

[Darth Argentum]

Heimskringla, Krieg
Vilaz Munin Warchief Waddles

The Muun waited in the chilly morning upon the soil of Krieg. His breath misted as he took in the surroundings. Primitive and tribal to the eyes of one who grew up in Harnaidan. Hardly a structure to behold compared to his birthplace.

However, his views had broadened in that last few years. Maro had learned much during his travels. He wouldn't call this place anything but 'rustic'. Yet it represented an invaluable opportunity for himself and his prospective Mandalorian allies.

The courtship had been many weeks and dangerous at that. The Sons of Mandalore were not content with words. It wasn't enough that they knew he sought the downfall of the Sith Empire. Nor that he wanted their return to their ancestral homeland.

So he'd landed with them on Dubrillion and stuck in. He fought along with them in order to prove his seriousness. Such risks were something he wouldn't have ever considered in times past. Those past times were long gone.

It'd represented a calculated risk. Now this would serve as the final act in his recruitment efforts. The Sons had much to gain from this. He could only hope that they saw this.

Every army needed resources and he literally ran the bank. If they accepted his offer of alliance, they'd have all he credits needed. And he would gain a powerful warrior people ready to eliminate his current obstacle. Perhaps others yet to come....

So he waited in the chill, curiously garbed in only his usual light raiment. For the cold didn't touch him. Not in the ways it touched ordinary beings. Perhaps such a small thing would not be lost on the Mando'ade, that he was not just any ordinary banker.

 

[Ra Vizsla]

Darth Argentum

"I saw you on Dubrillion, you fight well." The booming, gravelly voice of the former Mand'alor broke through the silence.

Ra was percievable through the Force. He didn't mind it, he knew his enemies were capable of it. He took no measures currently to shield himself, he was arrogant, confident. If one looked at him, if one could proceed to probe his mind, to look in his soul, to try and thwart whatever mental defenses the model Mandalorian had - they would find the walls down, the gate open, the passage emptied.

For inside of Ra, there was nothing to corrupt. On the surface, the waves of Ra moved as a calm ocean on a summer day, short bouts of tidal movements pushing back and forth, a blue sky on a calm day. It would move slowly, and wash over the observer, a seemingly alluring tranquility that was as calculated and as measured as it was suspicious. This was because of who Ra was, of the man he had become, of the Mandalorian he was born to be and had always been. For, beneath those waves, under that ocean, churned a deeper darkness, something any Sith would be far more familiar with.

Undiluted, unbridled, immeasurable RAGE.

It was clear. It was honest.

It was an uncontrollable chaos.

A maelstrom clawing and ripping, gnashing and gutting.

Ra appeared his usual calm and calculated self, however. His green T-visor flared up, observing the Muun quietly for a second before continuing. "What is it that you want from the Sons of Mandalore?"

 

[Vilaz Munin]

A banker? An entity with greed that could surpass a Sith's own. The Mandalorians, in earlier times than now, conquered the banking worlds of Muunilist, Mygeeto, and Scipio. Had Vilaz ever struck a deal with one of these snakes before? No, he had never, but others had. Credits and gold was just a tool for the children of Mandalore, for a warrior was not measured by how much wealth he obtained. They were not like the aruetiise that cared for luxury and flamboyant objects to feel valued.

For the only value a Mandalorian had was their courage and honor.

Something that this Muun displayed on the Battle of Dubrillion.

Apparently he wanted a deal with the Sons of Mandalore. From past experiences he could only assume it was to have the Mandalorians act as some military force for the man and compensate them with the credits in his purse. But they would learn the Muun's true intentions once the alien would answer Ra's question.

Ra Vizsla | Darth Argentum ​