Oya!!! A hunting we will go ...

[Muad Dib]

The wind whipped through the man's dark, shaggy hair as he sped along the dark terrain on the speederbike. Dark clothing good him in the dark of night, the only indication of his presence the hum of the bike and the glowing blue eyes. Opening the throttle up even more he flew over a hill top going several meters high as the speederbike are the clicks rapidly.

His absence from mandalorian society had been noticed, but upon his return he had been busy. The scars around his left eye itched as the memories of his sojourn into there core came flooding back. A search for his blood brother, the captivity of the Dread Masters, his subjection the the phobis device. It was a nightmare, one that would break any sane man. Luckily Muad was neither sane not broken. But he was changed.

Slowing as he nested the residence he slid into a sideways skid to stop. The bike settled to the ground as the Mad Knight swing a leg over the bike and ride to his feet. Beskar'gam in matte black written under a dark brown, leather jacket was his appearance, the same he had always worn once becoming mando'ad. But the body and face was older, more worn, reflecting the life style and choices the mando had made over his disappearance. Pausing several meters from the porch he pulled out a deathstick and placed it between lips, the ember coming alive as he inhaled.

He knew that sensors would have picked him up on his journey into their property. He also knew the clan and individuals week enough that there would be automated systems that would activate if he had been flagged a hostile or acted hostile. He chuckled lightly as the thought of Muad Dib not being hostile entered his mind.

[member="Anija Betna"]

 

[Anija Betna]

[member="Muad Dib"]

The muted but insistent beeping alerted Anija that someone had crossed onto their estate. But, it wasn't followed with any other warnings. Which meant that the individual was one who was on the list of trusted individuals. Each person was listed in the home's security network and had a set of biometric data attached to their profile. Slowly, Anija opened her eyes. Her neck hurt. As she sat up, she belatedly realized she'd fallen asleep at her desk - again.

She seemed to be doing that quite a lot lately.. and she sighed. It seemed that more and more, it had fallen to her to organize the Vode when it came to their various campaigns. She frowned and sat up, glancing at the chronometer in the corner of her screen. 0400. She cursed softly. Very few people would come to visit at this hour. Cautiously, Anija opened herself to the Force and extended her senses to beyond the house.

One presence stood out - and it was a chaotic one. Yet it was also familiar. A faint smile touched her lips. Muad. For a moment, she wondered what in Dar'yaim would bring him around at this hour. And she knew there was only one way to find out. Shaking her head, Anija rose from the desk. She moved quietly about the house as she gathered a few supplies and hoped she didn't wake Arrbi in the process. When she'd gathered what she thought might be needed, she stepped out onto the porch.

The chill night air caused her breath to fog in front of her. For a moment, her chest tightened as she remembered the evening they had gathered here in as they prepared to search for Mirshko. A deep breath and she pushed the memory away. Mirshko was safe now. That's what mattered. A few steps brought her down off the porch, and towards the figure waiting on the speeder bike. She could hear the low rumble of it's idling engine as she drew closer. "Muad... what brings you here at this hour...?"