Sifting Through Snow and Ice

[Jak Skirata]

Ciryc Gar Oriya - Cold Iron City: Mand'yaim

The city was heavy with emotion. It was getting harder and harder to block out the raw emotion of others, but he was making due. Apparently the Shriek-Hawks were losing to the Mythosaur Giants potentially removing the Shriek-Hawks from the Mandalore Cup. Personally Davin had no love for either team, his team, the Taung Thrashers...The professional ones not the club team he used to coach, already solidified its place in the annual Limmie championship, but like a good and faithful Mandalorian Davin was listening to the game live through his helmet. He passed a few cantinas on his way to the Cold Iron Spaceport, soldiers returned home from Wayland, drowning their troubles in liquor and sport with the credits they earned that battle.

He had been away that battle, though he wished he could have been there to fight the zealous slavers. Yet another world of theirs had fallen to the Primeval, a faction many believed to be a branch of the One Sith, which according to the intel the Ori'ramikade had gathered wasn't too far off.

His boots crunched softly in the snow as he and his Anooba companion walked the streets of Ciryc Gar Oriya. It was the middle of spring yet here it seemed as if Winter had never left. Snow was falling from cloudy night sky and accumulating on his shoulders. Zip, or at least that's what he was calling him today, shook the snow from his dark coat, clouds of warm air escaping his maw.

"Don't worry, we'll be inside soon." Davin muttered.

The spaceport was just around the corner and after arriving and taking a short shuttle ride they would be at their final destination.

 

[Jak Skirata]

A few minutes of walking and a few nods of recognition later he was neck deep in one of the largest information hubs the Mandalorians held. Sighing he took a seat before a large monitor and placed his helmet to his left on the console. The data the Mandalorians actually had on the Sith was in comparison to the Republic, minimal, but they had their fair share. Operatives from around the Galaxy held different bits and pieces of personnel data and those connected with the large amounts of combat data to create the image of what the Mandalorians held of the Sith, their forces, and possible intent. Now Davin was searching for a particular Sith Lord which was by no means an easy task considering all he had was a face in his memory. The Force had its place, but right now this was technology's.

His fingers flew across the solid state holo-keyboard as he searched places, names and any other thing he thought would give him an edge. As he began sifting through the photos of prominent Sith Lords he continued to find small notes along the lines of "Voice" or "Hand". Most Sith Lords in the database had no information, mostly due to their low status in the realm of "Sith Lords". He cursed under his breath. He wasn't getting anywhere with this search...

 

[Jak Skirata]

His searching eventually led however to a recent incident on Mandalore. Without a name or even really a face to search for he began searching through recent engagements between Mando Ori'ramikad and Sith, then Mandalorians and finally through Red Legion helmet cam footage. Recent activity on Mandalore however yielded him the results he was looking for, though not immediately. The figure that showed up several times through several clips of footage seemed to walk with a familiar gait.

Chills ran up his spine. He took the images, blurry as they were and pieced them together to give a coherent bundle of images to search from. The Force guided his hand as it flew across the keyboard in search of his next clue as to the whereabouts of Hal, the Jedi gone rogue.