Public Kyr'am Bal Parjai

[Sig Dryggo]

Kyr’am Bal Parjai​

Tag(s): @Open
Objective(s): Survive

Glory. It was the only purpose a true Mandalore existed for. Glory for their name. Glory for their clan. Glory for their people. To stem the tide of chaos by embracing the art of war, this was the Way that Sig knew.

Impossible odds. The overwhelming enemy force. The inevitability that sooner or later you’ll fall to the tide of chaos that’s consuming you. This was the only Way that Sig knew. Even the formative years of his life spent in a palace, learning the art of another kind of Game, meant nothing. The lessons he learned them weren’t used in intrigue against his enemies. It was against his vod.

He was consumed by an unending rage that saw no end. He had played it clever at first. Stormbringer and the events that transpired were merely speculation. Killing the Queen would then secure his position, regardless of any ‘evidence’ produced of his treachery.

Had his ego not gotten in the way. There were those who already voiced their suspicions during the aftermath on Dxun. Be it the Alor Carduul Akahl or the beast master Ninurta Slaabur'r . Even Hakon Fett had let his voice be heard.

It was clear he has overplayed his hand. He wasted no time then to preserve what he has built, knowing the walls around him were closing in.

Clan Dryggo was already nomadic. It was easy enough for Sig to order his entire clan enter a state of temporary hiding, sending them into the Unknown Region. He had left instructions for Zandra Ruus aboard the ship, which he, along with M9, who he reprogrammed to follow Zandra, remained with her. She’d become the Alor of Clan Dryggo if she accepted the offer; Sig had a contingency in place on the off chance she’d decline, having his clan hold a minor tournament amongst themselves to determine who was the strongest to lead. Though he had hoped she’d take it. Regardless the remained hidden in the Unknown Regions, awaiting the day they’d return to the galactic stage again.

Sig already knew it would be any day that someone from the Neo-Crusaders would arrive to seek blood for his crimes. He had left the Dauntless days ago, slipping away from Zandra and M9 one night without a word. He then found transport to his favorite planet: Tatooine.

Sitting in the dimly lit cantina he casually sat in a corner booth. He knew they’d find him, he wasn’t exactly hiding. In fact he wanted them to. Perhaps it was ego, then, that drove him to place an open bounty on himself: the one who killed him and claimed this bounty would gain the small fortune he had amassed during the various raids he had conducted both with the Crusade and on his own.

He doubted a Jedi Master such as Jonyna Si would seek a bounty, but he had hoped the Galactic Alliance would send somebody. Maybe even his cousin Vince would seek him out, not for the bounty but revenge.

Regardless who came Sig sat in the relatively busy bar on that cool Tatooine evening, the twin suns beginning their descent, ready to face what he had always sought: glory.

 

[Careena Fett]

The Wolf Hunts

C a r e e n a _ F e t t

| Location | Tatooine​

| Objective | Weed the Treacherous​

Sig Dryggo had made the mistake of coming after her own, so she was coming after him.​

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For the sake of his own honor and dignity, Careena hoped what she heard to be untrue. If the Crusaders were to make good on the promise it made to its people, then unity and order amongst their own must be maintained. Striving to claim power was the right of every Mandalorian, but it did not come at the cost of one's honor and doing so through nefarious means. Their people deserved better than that.​

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Rumors had been adrift amongst some of the Neo-Crusaders, whispers of treason and treachery. Such claims could not be tolerated, especially amongst those who were regarded highly for their feats. His sudden disappearance from Mandalorian territories only further incriminated him of the rumors being spread. It did not take long for Careena to be able to trace Sig Dryggo's whereabouts and locate him, being the seasoned hunter she was. It was only a matter of time before reckoning came and swift judgement delivered to the treacherous.​

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Careena leaned back in the seat of the ship as it broke atmosphere over the planet of Tatooine. She ideally would have made this trip alone, but she needed a few to bear witness after troubling news having fallen upon her ears after their skirmish on Onderon. If someone had managed to get to him before she, Careena was still intent on returning his body back home where it may be laid to rest.​

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[Ninurta Slaabur'r]

Location: Tatooine
Objective: Reap the sown.
Allies: Careena Fett

Sig Dryggo . He moves like a predator that knows it's being watched, preening and posturing with all the showmanship of a hungry nexu. He revels in the attention, thrives on it, flaunting his kills and making sure every word he speaks lands with a weight that he's convinced only he can carry. It's as if he thinks his volume is strength and his presence alone enough to shake foundations. All bravado, a mask without substance.

He struts through our ranks as if he's untouchable. There's a desperation beneath his swagger, a need to be seen, heard, and feared—a hollow need that demands more and more, yet will never be satisfied. And for this reason he must be confronted...

Ninurta stood within the ship's narrow armory, meticulously checking over each piece of his Beskar'gam, his hands moving with steady precision across his armor and weaponry. Though his posture was calm, there was a renewed resolve to his focus, as if he were preparing to face a particularly cunning beast rather than one of his own vod. He glanced over at Careena Fett, who was seated nearby and the Falleen imagined that her gaze may be fixed beyond the viewport as the planet Tatooine loomed larger by the second. The barren dunes and dusty canyons of that world suited their quarry—too well, perhaps.

Breaking the silence, Ninurta spoke in a voice low and contemplative, yet tinged with an almost mocking disdain and inspected the interworkings of his helmet. His mind was on the mission at hand. "Tell me, my Silent Talon, Do you know what Nexus, Anooba's, Jubba birds, and Womp rats have in common?" He asked the question with the deliberate air of someone who didn't expect—or want—a reply.

And yet he had the curiosity and patience to see if she would respond any way.