The Hawk & The Mando

[The False Knight]

Saluecami. The perfect place for slavers to raid and kidnap as they pleased. Well, not today. Today a duo of Mandalorians were coming for their revenge. A bounty had been placed on a certain slaver named Jacuoin Lorek. The best part about slavers, was when one was thrown behind bars, another took their place. In other words, there was always coin to go around.

Landing on the planet in one of Clovis' Mandalorian vessels, the two would depart with a hopeful eye on the horizon. The first man of the group was not actually a Mandalorian. He had only recently been adopted into the culture in the past five years. The man had actually grown up as a Jedi. Born on Alderaan, he was given to the Order at a young age and raised to defend the Light and fight for justice. Only, Clovis Lighthawk took it too far.

The Jedi was ruthless. And his creed was to kill anyone who he deemed was evil. His actions got him kicked out of the Order which through a varied set of detours brought him to Mandalore. And now, here he was using his Jedi skills to track a new group of slavers trying to make a mark on the world. Clovis would still be dressed in Jedi robes, though he wore a very minimal set of white Beskar'gam armor under them. At his hip, rather than a lightsaber, would be a vibro-sword shaped to the design of a katana. Both in the weapon as well as the armor, were his way of embracing the Mandalorian culture that welcomed him when the Jedi hadn't.

"Recent scans show them being about thirty clicks forward. Shall we approach on foot, or take the bikes?"

 

[Mig Gred]

Mig looked out, wearing his typical Beskar'gam, and Echani vibroblade at his side and his lightsaber Trayc'kad on his back. The Alor was back to his old ways and bounty hunting. Jacuoin Lorek. A slaver. Mig hated slavers. Seeing people sold into work they never asked for. Using the less fortunate for profit. He'd spit if his helmet wasn't on. He looked over to [member="The False Knight"] . A Jetii turned Mando'ad. When he heard the man ask if they should walk or use speeder bikes, the Alor turned to grab a bike.

"Thirty clicks? I'm riding."

 

[The False Knight]

The man was either impatient, or itching for a fight. Clovis could respect that. Choosing not to walk and surprise their enemy on foot meant they would be heard or scouted long before they got near the encampment. They could possibly set up a jamming signal, but that would also give some surprise or caution to the slavers as they'd be even more on alert wondering what took down their scanners. Perhaps it best after all to just head straight there. It might even give them the impression that they were clients. A useful tool, but once the slavers saw their Iron Skin they'd know the two men weren't there to purchase anything.

The two would mount their speeders and with the ignition of the engines the roar echoed around in the hangar of the shuttle. A lovely sound for anyone with style. Clovis would reach up and pull his scarf over his mouth and nose so as not to catch any dust or bugs as he rode. Unlike Mig, he did not carry the typical T-visor helmet most Mandalorians wore. Although he wore their armor, he still liked the respect and fear he took from people when appearing as a Jedi. Tightening his grip on his own bike Clovis then took off into the cold night air.

His mind was clear. His task the only objective in his head. Find the slavers, then kill them. The bounty would offer more for them alive, but Clovis would not trust a governing system to deal with them. They'd likely end up in prison for a short time then be back to their old ways, possibly even with new contacts from the inside. No, Clovis would not allow them to continue breathing. They caught, sold, and bought sentient beings for profit. There would be no mercy tonight.

Clovis didn't have to check his own scanner to see how close they were; the Force did that for him. He could sense their pitiful lives gathered about in their fort. The abandoned mining site had been refurnished for the slaver's use. A large gate surrounded the main buildings, so they would have to take the entrance. Had they gone in silent they might have been able to climb or jump the wall. No choice now; the men knew they were coming. The rest of the digging site was kept under even more lock and key as energy barricades prevented slaves from escaping, much like an internment camp. Luckily, their haul was minimal so they didn't need to worry about rescuing too many people (not that Clovis was focused on them in the slightest). A better Jedi would make them their first priority. Guess that explains why Clovis was no longer a Jedi.

Slowing the bikes to a gentle cruise the ex-Knight would pull up to the gate as a small host of guards came to meet them. Their guns were already in their hands and giving the robed man curious looks, and even more warning ones to the Mando in armor. Something didn't smell right to them. And rightfully so.

"State your business," one of them called out to the two.