Lemon
Citrus Dreams
Mandalore found itself in an unpleasant situation once again. Though for now they avoided nuclear annihilation and a bombardment of super nations, and instead cast an eye upon their internal affairs. Those that rebelled against the Hell Wolf intended on taking the fight to her, and relinquishing her of that title, but first they needed allies. Allies in the Mandalorian Exiles; the force users who left long ago. Though they were an enigma, but if Fett was good at one thing it was tracking enigmas across the Galaxy.
First: The Resistance. Surely the Galactic Alliance's Supreme Commander can place his finger on the galactic map and shove a man in the right direction. There was only one complication, however. The two were far from friends.
Information wasn't hard to come by for someone so deeply cemented in the Galactic Underworld, and a head of state wasn't invisible. Word had reached Fett that the Supreme Commander was on his way back from CIS Space, and it fortunately enough that was a place in which the Mandalorian wasn't wanted dead. Everyone had a route they traveled, and Fett knew Teth's. So he waited, and waited, and waited until that blip appeared on his sensors.
When it had the Firespray sprung into action. It's weapons primed and ready to go as the defenseless Pau City Blockade Runner could only attempt to flee. A bombardment had been unleashed upon anything that allowed it to move freely, the intention was entirely to immobilize it. Killing those on board would only prove to be a waste of time, even if Aryn Teth's head was far more expensive than it looked.
A few finger presses later and a hail from Fett's ship to Teth's had traveled through the darkness of space. He only had a few questions after all, and a distress beacon from the Supreme Commander was definitely nothing to think of lightly.
CIS SPACE
Interacting With: [member="Aryn Teth"]
First: The Resistance. Surely the Galactic Alliance's Supreme Commander can place his finger on the galactic map and shove a man in the right direction. There was only one complication, however. The two were far from friends.
Information wasn't hard to come by for someone so deeply cemented in the Galactic Underworld, and a head of state wasn't invisible. Word had reached Fett that the Supreme Commander was on his way back from CIS Space, and it fortunately enough that was a place in which the Mandalorian wasn't wanted dead. Everyone had a route they traveled, and Fett knew Teth's. So he waited, and waited, and waited until that blip appeared on his sensors.
When it had the Firespray sprung into action. It's weapons primed and ready to go as the defenseless Pau City Blockade Runner could only attempt to flee. A bombardment had been unleashed upon anything that allowed it to move freely, the intention was entirely to immobilize it. Killing those on board would only prove to be a waste of time, even if Aryn Teth's head was far more expensive than it looked.
A few finger presses later and a hail from Fett's ship to Teth's had traveled through the darkness of space. He only had a few questions after all, and a distress beacon from the Supreme Commander was definitely nothing to think of lightly.