Old Relics

[Vilaz Munin]

Mandalore

Boba Fett. A legendary name of a legendary man that would never be forgotten in the textbooks of history by the many things he has done in his late life that no Mandalorian or Bounty Hunter could ever surpass. Many men and women that were either Vilaz's vode and/or in his profession would look up to the man for inspiration, hope, strength, and maybe some prayer for good luck in their hunt or a blessing when going out to war. Just by thinking his name sent chills and shivers down the vertebrae of anyone who had those two words in their mind, even Vilaz would shudder when he produced the image of Boba Fett in his mind. Yes, the man was dead and no one had to worry about being chased down by famous Slave I or being shot by a three burst round of his EE-3 carbine rifle, the primary weapon and ship that Fett used; but it seemed that his spirit would watch those who, for some sudden, thought of the man; as if his name was some type of taboo. Those who were born in the Fett Clan had such an honor being born with the surname of Fett and it was so delicate to disgrace and humiliate that name. Any Fett Mandalorian who was idiotic enough to trash the name would be shunned and disrespected by their brothers and sister and, possibly, Bounty Hunters who idolized Boba Fett.

So what was Vilaz Munin about now?

He was, simply, trying to preserve an artifact of Fett and his culture. He was only after one thing that was in Boba Fett's possession: Slave I. It'd be an honor for the Field Marshal to find this precious relic that was lost somewhere in the Galaxy and, if he was successful, would be its captain. It was every Mandalorian's dream to fly as the captain of Slave I, and Vilaz was determined to be that man. Because of this occasion he made a visit to the Fett Clan father to see if he could get a clue of Fett's last appearance with Slave I.

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Mandalore; Fett Homestead

It took a few hours for the Mandalorian transport shuttle to take him from the city of Keldabe to the Fett Clan's homestead that was out in some grassland plains, being inhabited by farmers making the homestead have a rural image rather than an urban one. Odd to see a famous Clan which is respected by both the Mandalorians and a few outsiders in the Galaxy establishing themselves in a rural village rather than an urbanized place like the capital of Mandalore, yet their decision was respected by everyone in the vode. Still was odd and weird for everyone to know that the Fetts lived on a farmland.

As Vilaz entered through the gates of the ranch he was immediately greeted by many Fetts by tradition; grasped each others arm and said 'su'cuy vod'. After greeting every Warrior that came to him with respect the Field Marshal asked one of the older veterans of where he could find their Chief and some of the elders of their respected clan. Without hesitation from any of the group crowding him they brought him to a complex building that seemed mighty and superior than the other buildings in the surrounding area; tt was where the Fett council resided in when it came to discuss about Mandalorian politics. Vilaz was taken inside the conference room where a grand table and some seats were stationed at the edge of the table.

He was told to wait by a veteran as they searched the area to bring their Chief and the elders to greet Vilaz and see in what way they could help him in.

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Mandalore; Fett homestead

"Ah, Field Marshal Munin," a man looking like he belonged in his thirties entered the doorway to the conference room greeted Vilaz by tradition, of course. Behind the man some six old, weary, scruffy looking men followed the trails of the younger man and also greeted their Redneck guest like the young Fett just did when he greeted Vilaz. After Vilaz greeted the head and elders of the Fett clan all the men took a seat at whatever seat was in front of them and began discussing about their lives and all. When they finished discussing how things in life were treating them the Chief of the Fetts turned his attention to Vilaz and asked, "So what brings you to our homestead, vod? Very sudden appearance of yours, don't you think?"

Vilaz responded the man with a, "Aye, I actually need information that can lead me to Slave I. Got any idea where it last went?" This brought a dead silence among the men at the table. It was as if they had heard a ghost in their life and some shivered after seconds when hearing of that name. Odd and funny how the vessel of their great ancestors, Jango and Boba, sent a wave of fear in their spines. "Well, vod," said one of the elders to Vilaz, "the last time a Fett took her for a ride was a decade ago and was heading for the Outer Rim to do some mercenary and bounty work and that was the last time we saw the Warrior and Slave I. That's all we know about that." It was ten years since the last appearance of Slave I was known for the Mandalorians and it was out there whether in the Outer Rim or some other region of the Galaxy.

"Well, vode, I'm gonna be searching for it again and make sure that someone of our people has the key to it. Y'all mind giving me the IFF tags to Slave I?" Without hesitation one of the Fett elders transferred a copy of the IFF tags from a datapad to Vilaz's own datapad. It would be a great help for him to investigate the missing Firespray ship. There was no need for the Redneck remain here any longer with the Fetts. He got up from his seat and bid everyone in the room farewell, by Mandalorian tradition, and then went off to his ship. There he would ascend to the stars and punch in some coordinates in the hyperdrive which would take him to the eternal sandy world of Tatooine.

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Tatooine

After hours of voyaging throughout the fastest hyperlane from Mandalore to Tatooine the Field Marshal exited out of lightspeed and his eyes were greeted by the eternal sandy world of Tatooine. A world that he despised of because of its history of scum rallying with one another, and he hated scum. Granted, he sounded like a hypocrite since he was considered as scum to those in the upper hierarchy of a caste or class system, but, to the Warrior, there were different types of mercenaries and bounty hunters. Personally, Vilaz thought and treated himself as an honorary mercenary and bounty hunter knowing that others in his profession would betray their client and would rob them from their wealth and possessions. Never had the Mandalorian betrayed the trust of an employer since it was against his personal code during a hunt or a skirmish.

Returning his focus back on his prime objective the Redneck maneuvered his ship in the cold, vacuum of space to the Galaxy known city of Mos Eisley. It was where scum alike despite their profession gathered to tell wild stories that have happened in their life, and it was a great place to start to find Fett's personal vessel.

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Tatooine, Mos Eisley

Breaking through the atmosphere of Tatooine the Mandalorian coordinated his descent to the spaceport city of Mos Eisley. There was nothing amongst the indefinite sand dunes that treated the eyes of the man. Absolutely nothing. Of course, there were the gigantic sandcrawlers being a mobile base of operations for the disgusting Jawas whose faces were nothing more than an abomination once their brown hoods unveiled their face, and the barbaric independent clans of Tusken Raiders that could be spotted and were shot down by the cannons of the Rattlesnake. No need to save oxygen for individuals that were symbols of the destruction of society and civilizations. Many viewed him and his culture barbaric and similar to the Tusken Raiders, but they were dead wrong if they were to be more curious and compare the daily life of a Mandalorian to a Tusken Raider. One had morals, and the other only shot for want.

After flying pasts a few herds of sandcrawlers and Tusken Raiders he finally saw sight of civilization when a dozen vessels were entering and leaving Mos Eisley. Mere moments after seeing the city he was suspended over a vacant port for the size of a freighter and softly landed. The boarding ramp from the ship was lowered onto the surface of gravel and debris which was crossed by the armored Bounty Hunter. Knowing where to start off he made way to a cantina, not far away from his displacement, where a farmboy and an exiled Jedi crossed paths with a Corellian smuggler and a Wookie that saved a princess from a moon-sized space station.

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The only changes he saw of the cantina was the refurnished furniture and enhanced security systems, other than that it seemed old and ancient. Politely, getting through the obstacles of patrons that complied when he walked the Field Marshal arrived towards the center of the cantina and then said, "Give me something strong, and some information of this ship," and a holographic image of a Firespray would come from his hand for the bartender who was taking his order. "If you tell me what I want, I'll give you a nice tip."

 

[Vilaz Munin]

"That's an old piece of beauty, stranger, but yeah, I've seen my fair share of it coming around this side of the Outer Rim," the near-human bartender began when he turned his back on the Mandalorian to get his drink. Moments after doing some mixology the man came back to the Mandalorian and handed him his glass of liquor. "Some scum that does a bit of bounty hunting, but mostly does smuggling came in two or three months ago in this cantina. Was boasting that he had a ship of legends to all the patrons. Everyone was tempted on drawing their blasters and putting the bastard down, but since the Union has officers running around we had to just eat the dirt he was kicking at us." Information that sounded similar whenever he was on a hunt for a bounty. That was the main key for the Field Marshal if he wanted to get closer to Slave I; he had to treat this like he was on the hunt for some target and bribe or torture people for information regarding to his target, and in this case Fett's vessel was his target.

"What did the guy look like," Vilaz asked to the bartender while taking his first sip of his drink. "He was a Herglic, not to difficult to spot for. He was also wearing some white armor around him." Another decent piece of information that was followed by another question, "You got anything else?" "That's about it, Mando."

Content with the information that he just gathered Vilaz deposited ten thousand credits in the tip jar and leaving his shot glass on the counter. While he was more than happy with the information that he had just acquired, the near-human bartender wasn't the only lead there was. There could be more regards that were much more accurate than the bartender's which led the Bounty Hunter to another cantina for more questions that needed to be answered.

 

[Vilaz Munin]

The next local cantina looked just as similar to the first, iconic one he went to. Specimen's off all kinds interacting with one another and insulting one another in a jokingly matter. No foreigner ever dared to made jokes with an armored Mandalorian unless it was a close friend or colleague that had been known for a while and trustworthy. Each and every person knew that people like Vilaz fought against those that questioned one's honor, pride, and dignity which would definitely end up with a body over a pool of blood, and public services rushing to the scene of the incident. After questioning and asking the bartender for answers that regarded to his search of Slave I he received similar, yet slightly different answers of Fett's vessel. Saw the same Herglic boasting of himself, had white armor, and was seen three to five months ago. No name of a client that the Herglic was working for, no close colleagues or associates, no anything. Vilaz had to find a different approach to his searching, and he knew exactly what new tactic to use now. Now, he was going to need to shoot out some comm links to the major and infamous crime syndicates that were known from the Underworld of the Black Suns to the profitable trady company of Danger Acreneau.

And Acreneau Trading Company was the first organization he would call out to.

He dialed in to the Mandalorian Representative, [member=Taneith Vizsla], so he wouldn't have to wait in line for the millions of customers and clients that were asking for sales and items that were being sold from Danger's empire.

 

[Ezekiel Dashiell]

The holographic display would indeed send Munin direct to the United Mandalorian Clan's representative within the conglomerate of Arceneau Trade. In a few moments, the dusky, mocha skinned woman with large black eyes would start into Vilaz Munin's holographic representation.

[ Su cuy'gar. ]

Her chin rose. There was confidence within her gaze, a steely glint that any man could recognize as that of well earned independence.

[ You've reached Taneith Vizsla...] her voice crackled through the holo, and she gave a slight arch of her brow.

[ To what may Arceneau Trade help service the United Mandalorian Clans today? ]


[member="Vilaz Munin"]

 

[Vilaz Munin]

"Su cuy'gar, vod," the Redneck greeted back to the ATC Mandalorian Representative, and allowed her to finish her greetings to him via the hologram that was was adjusting its frequencies since the voice of the Mandalorian crackled when she spoke. The woman's surname surprised Vilaz since the name "Vizsla" was infamous to the history of the Mandalorians. It was the same name that began and lead the splinter cell Mandalorians, the Death Watch, to cause civil war among the ranks of the Mandalorians during the reign of Jaster Mereel. They were known to be vicious warmongers that wanted every Warrior of Mandalore to be like the Mandalorians of Old such as Mandalore the Ultimate and Mandalore the Indomitable, not like mercenaries and bounty hunters like Jango Fett or Kal Skirata. But time changed everything and the Vizslas were no longer like their radical ancestors.

"Taneith, I am in need of your help than buying from y'all. I'm looking for this ship which is a relic of our people," he said to Taneith while sending her the data and image of the Firespray ship. "Has this ship ever done any work with Miss Acreneau before? The current owner is a Herglic who wears white armor."

[member="Taneith Vizsla"]

 

[Ezekiel Dashiell]

[member="Vilaz Munin"]

The dark slash of brows drew together. Her black eyes would narrow upon the holographic image of the Firespray. Being a Nyriaanan, it gave her a bit of an edge when it came to old tech.

And this was one of the most iconic spaceships to cross Mandalorian Territory.

Her right eyebrow would perk. "Going after a pot of aurodium, vod."

That was putting it lightly.

From her office, Taneith gave a slight twitch then sweep of her hand brought up a holographic screen. If there was one thing Arceneau Trade could keep track of, it was transponder codes. Granted, more than a few were false, but that didn't mean they weren't able to keep a tally.

"I may be a service." she told him. However, it was always a tit for a tat. The perk of her brow would suggest that.

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Music to his ears when he heard the fellow Mandalorian giving him good news that her services could help him to quicken his search for Slave I. "Indeed I am, vod," the Field Marshal replied back to Taneith. It would take some moments for the merchant to find the exact code of the legendary vessel so she could transfer them to him. There was a fire of excitement and pursuit within him that helped his mentality to have a sheer magnitude of focus on his goal.

The Redneck could only nod at the Mandalorian Merchant and was silent until she spoke again of what he was looking for.

[member="Taneith Vizsla"]

 

[Ezekiel Dashiell]

[member="Vilaz Munin"]

While the search continued Taneith was one to speak up, "If we were able to narrow down the transponder code.." She began, being sure to keep a cordial tone.

"We would ask that a favor be given in turn." It was only fair, and knowing the reputation of Vilaz, using his services as a mercenary may come in handy at a later time. The data was spooling, searching. This would take a bit as it was the vast reaches of the galaxy it was conducting a search. The signal would bounce from one relay to another. This was a way to track various transponders throughout the known galaxy via specific bouys. Much like the former Bureau of Navigation, these ATC bouys with long range comm and hyperspace signals stretched as far as it was within atc trade routes and trade station territories.

"Your service, vod. For a single task."

 

[Vilaz Munin]

It only seemed fair for a favor to be returned to Miss Acreneau. There was an old saying that went like: Give credit where credit is due. An idiom that meant to acknowledge the contribution of ability of one, and in this case the Redneck would honor the help of Miss Acreneau since she didn't had to help the Mandalorian; however, the woman seemed generous to her employers whether they were long-term employers which were the regular people who traded by the legal amendments of the hyperlanes and systems, or they were temporary employers which were Bounty Hunters, Mercenaries, and Smugglers doing illegal work for the Redheaded Empress.

"Who's the target, vod," the Mandalorian asked to Taneith which would cause a psychological mechanism in the Merchant to tell him who Miss Acreneau wanted dead or just karked up with a general message of: Don't screw around with Danger Acreneau.

[member="Taneith Vizsla"]

 

[Ezekiel Dashiell]

[member="Vilaz Munin"]


The Nyriaanan gave a twitch of her lips.

“All comes in good time, vod.” there wasn’t a need now. However, in the future, one could make use of Munin’s specific set of skills. Her wide almond shaped eyes gave a glance towards the stream of information being displayed upon the holographic screen.

Various strips of data. All in aurabesh sigils and encrypted beyond belief. There was a reason why Arceneau had to ensure that this data was safe and didn’t get into the wrong hands. The buoy's served a purpose. It also went in line with the Cloud 9 transponder code fast pass.

Just then, a series of blips would flare red upon her screen. They were hits. Areas that the particular transponder code and ship had been sighted.

Now it was just a measure of narrowing it down.

“It simply pays to be prepared.”

 

[Vilaz Munin]

So his skills weren't needed today? Well, that meant there was more time for Vilaz to continue his search for the lost and missing Slave I. "Very well, then. Whenever Miss Acreneau needs my skills she can call right away." A deal was a deal, and the Bounty Hunter was one that honored his word and accords with anyone, even if it was the most lowest paid Bounty he had ever did in his entire life. He believed that there was karma and he would make sure he honored his deals so bad karma wouldn't come haunting him for the rest of his life.

"Hmm, I have a proposal, vod. You think, once you find the owner, you can contact him and tell him that Miss Acreneau needs him for a special delivery which will be me, of course." It'd be much easier for him to meet the Herglic face-to-helmet, and not chase him around the Galaxy until he came to a halt on some planet for a drink and to boast about himself.

[member="Taneith Vizsla"]

 

[Ezekiel Dashiell]

The beeps would narrow down to a general vicinity. However, Taneith's attention was on Munin. The ghost of a smile would linger, but inside the Nyriaanan knew she had to be succinct with her next words. Arceneau Trade was a neutral entity. They would cater to favors, but they would not extend themselves beyond what would be understandable as a neutral entity.

"I have narrowed it down to a particular Sector, vod." Taneith would tell Vilaz. "Your hunt could very well be successful there." it wasn't meant to be disrespectful, but a Hunter had to also show his own merits. If Vilaz wanted Slave One, he would have to do a bit of the search himself.

"It is as far as we can aid in your Hunt." came her response. She would not call the Herglic. However, the data she would transmit would give him more than enough to narrow his search.

"Transmitting."

[member="Vilaz Munin"]

 

[Vilaz Munin]

No extra help then? No worries, it didn't angered him or make him upset but he would have loved to save some time for something else. After all, the information that he was obtaining from ATC via the Mandalorian Merchant was more than enough to follow the ancient Firespray ship and claim it from its current owner who had no right, whatsoever, to pilot it throughout the hyperlanes and stars.

Once the data was successfully transmitted to him he would then say to the Merchant, "Thanks, Taneith, and don't worry about it," the Bounty Hunter said to her in regards of the extra help, "this is more than enough. My regards to Miss Acreneau. Ret'urcye mhi," he ended the conversation in their cultural tongue that translated to "goodbye". With the coordinates he now had in possession of he turned back and headed towards where his ship is stationed.

With a good attitude in him he didn't show his Warrior Elitism, and when he flew out of Mos Eisley he didn't even shoot down the primitive Tusken Raiders and allowed them to live another day. When a Mandalorian was happy they didn't even feel like ruining some random Joe's day.

[member="Taneith Vizsla"]

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Nar Shaddaa

Never did he thought he would end up searching for the missing Slave I. When his ship exited out of lightspeed his face, concealed by his buy'ce, turned from a content, joyful face it changed into a disgusted, angry face. How much he despised this moon full of corruption and criminal activity. Indeed, it was where he got jobs from clients and employers as a Bounty Hunter and a Mercenary, but he just hated the types of specimen on this moon. Yet he gave credit to the planet's history of crime flourishing throughout its streets and having no laws or enforcers restricting the illegal activity occurring from every corner. Entering the atmosphere of the Smugglers' Moon he stationed his vessel near a major point of interest where Smugglers, Bounty Hunters, and Mercenaries walked amongst each other, looking for decent paying jobs from clients that were inexperienced or didn't want to dirty their hands and wind up in the clutches of the legal authorities. After parking the Rattlesnake he walked out on the landing pad, heavily armed, and ventured to find a clue or a hint to what he was looking for.

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Walking among the masses and pushing his way throughout any obstruction in his way the Mandalorian walked with a sense of pride and elitism in him, knowing that he was better and well respected than anyone combined on the filthy, corrupted moon. Every being that he saw and passed by he immediately despised them, and then there was the foolish, ignorant Togruta that dared to confront him by standing tall and strong as they possibly could. They would immediately be kicked by a strong snap kick that would send them across one or two meters away from him and would immediately scattered with cowardice and embarrassment. A short, mild laugh would come from the Bounty Hunter as he was scanning the area for that enormous, white armored Herglic. Alas, there was no sign of him at all, but that wouldn't discourage him.

He had to ask people, even if he had to torture them to get what he want and if that subject failed, then he would gladly put them out of their misery and move on to the next one. Coming across to a high density cantina the Redneck would enter it and would trek the bar all the way to the opposite wall where a Zabrak bartender was serving the patrons and selling contraceptives and spices.

"So what can you tell me about this white armored Herglic," the Field Marshal said to the bartender while shoving two drunk couples who were using the counter as a balancing tool and ended up falling on the ground, making out and then going into an unconscious state.

 

[Vilaz Munin]

"What happens if I don't feel like it," the Zabrak said to the Mercenary, unknowingly that he had just said those those words to a Warrior of Mandalore. "Then you'll be my next tally kill," the Bounty Hunter replied back while aiming his unique crossbow at his head which caused the Zabrak male to startle and jump with eyes of fear looking at the weapon and then the Mandalorian. Without a doubt, he would retract his statement and apologize for his sudden rude behavior that he expressed to the Warrior just now.

"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to! Don't kill me!"

Called it

No words would come from Vilaz's mouth as he allowed the man to calm himself in a stable state before he spoke about what Vilaz was regarding to. "I'll tell you anything that you want, but don't kill me," the man said which was encountered with a sudden move of the weapon in Vilaz's hands which indicated him to talk. It'd be pretty stupid and idiotic if the Redneck killed him on the spot because not only would the bartender go down, but priceless was unique and unparalleled. "I know who you're talking about, and the Herglic is here. He was in here in front of everyone thirty minutes ago boasting about himself and his ship and then went in the backroom to get drunk and high like he always does with his crew. He usually gets out of here in a couple of hours and then leaves to do his jobs." So his target was here. Good, that means he was close to Slave I. The Field Marshal lowered his weapon and then turned back to leave the cantina. He would've left a tip for the man, but since he was ill mannered during that time period there would be no tip for his contributions. At least his life was spared.

Exiting out of the cantina the Bounty Hunter then began to call on a fellow Mandalorian, but accidentally and unknowingly called on a Sith Knight that he had fought alongside with during the One Sith Civil War.

[member="Darth Prazutis"]