Ashin Varanin
Professional Enabler
A handful of starports, of various allegiances, had always been tolerated on Dathomir, some even encouraged. This one was new, it was small, it was prefabricated -- hardly exceptional.
But for its purpose.
Ember didn't know who had provided the nondescript freighters or the prefab buildings or the understated but military-grade defenses. He didn't know who had come up with the agenda. All he knew, at this particular point, was that whether these people were dar'manda or Death Watch or Republic or Jedi or Sith operatives, they'd overstayed their welcome. Oh, their proselytizing had been subtle enough -- professional, even -- but the Witches of Dathomir tended to be a little smarter than technologically savvy offworlders credited them. They knew a divide-and-conquer op when they saw it. So when the newcomers had started trying to draw the local Clans' sympathies away from the Mandalorians, Ember had gotten a call. It wasn't the first time people had tried big, obvious manipulation of the Dathomiri. The Dathomiri were not amused.
Ember's rancor partner crouched on the ridge overlooking the small port. A few Witches had come here to trade, but they were pulling back now, their exchanges done along with the day. Night was falling, and Ember and company were about to attack out of the sunset. Why mess with the classics?
He whispered a phrase in Paecean, and the rancor lumbered down the ridge toward the starport.
Snap-hiss.
[member="Anija Betna"] [member="Cennika Hawk"] [member="Daedel"] [member="Isley Verd"] [member="Eirlys Verd"] [member="Fabula Caromed"] [member="Falcon Gyndar"] [member="Kaeda Vevut"] [member="Kass Zyn'meshurok"] [member="Loxa Visl"] [member="Mia Monroe"] [member="Morgana Belcourt"] [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] [member="Spencer Varanin"]
But for its purpose.
Ember didn't know who had provided the nondescript freighters or the prefab buildings or the understated but military-grade defenses. He didn't know who had come up with the agenda. All he knew, at this particular point, was that whether these people were dar'manda or Death Watch or Republic or Jedi or Sith operatives, they'd overstayed their welcome. Oh, their proselytizing had been subtle enough -- professional, even -- but the Witches of Dathomir tended to be a little smarter than technologically savvy offworlders credited them. They knew a divide-and-conquer op when they saw it. So when the newcomers had started trying to draw the local Clans' sympathies away from the Mandalorians, Ember had gotten a call. It wasn't the first time people had tried big, obvious manipulation of the Dathomiri. The Dathomiri were not amused.
Ember's rancor partner crouched on the ridge overlooking the small port. A few Witches had come here to trade, but they were pulling back now, their exchanges done along with the day. Night was falling, and Ember and company were about to attack out of the sunset. Why mess with the classics?
He whispered a phrase in Paecean, and the rancor lumbered down the ridge toward the starport.
Snap-hiss.
[member="Anija Betna"] [member="Cennika Hawk"] [member="Daedel"] [member="Isley Verd"] [member="Eirlys Verd"] [member="Fabula Caromed"] [member="Falcon Gyndar"] [member="Kaeda Vevut"] [member="Kass Zyn'meshurok"] [member="Loxa Visl"] [member="Mia Monroe"] [member="Morgana Belcourt"] [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] [member="Spencer Varanin"]