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Chissyc Vabar

- III -
THE BLUE SHADOW
Swerr Tal'din -- Part. I

<callsign: seax>
<interacting with: Khael Vhijaric >

"Ritot Khael,

I don't know your Chiss name. I don't even know if you have a Chiss name. I know you have been raised by a clan of Mandalorians -- I read the files COMPNOR has about you. They aren't as complete as I've would like them to be, but I know enough things about you.

When we met on Ilum, I understood something was wrong about you -- you didn't even talk Cheunh or Minnisiat. Because of your Mandalorian education, you probably don't know anything about your people, the Chiss. But I want to understand you. I work for the Empire, but I've got other projects at the same time. I couldn't turn my back on the Imperials, but the Ascendancy comes before all.

This is why I propose meeting each other on a neutral world -- Fhost, to be precise. I will be there within fifty-two hours, and I will be waiting for you. I hope you'll come. I've got so much to tell you and to understand.

Ch'abeiuh Khael."

Dokal had sent this message two days ago. She was now on Fhost, waiting for Khael to come to this world so they could talk. She asked herself during the last forty-eight hours if she was doing the right thing. Maybe this was an error -- but she had to know. She had to know why, and to know Khael. She still wanted to reunify the Chiss under the same banner, to create a new Ascendancy. But it was a hard project, Dokal knew it. And maybe Khael could help doing this.​

 

[Khael Vhijaric]

Nuruodo'kal'brast

Being honest with himself, Khael couldn't say why he had come to Fhost. A message like the one he had received almost two days ago from the Imperial he had sparred with on Ilum could only be a trap, surely, meant to draw him out for the part he played during that terrible battle. He still couldn't quite believe he had participated in such a conflict, he'd barely made it off planet with his life. Yet falling space debris wasn't the most curious thing to happen on Ilum. In fighting this Imperial that he was currently sat waiting for in some dingy bar retrofitted from the hangar of a downed spaceship - ironic, really - he had seen something in her eyes after his helmet had been tore off his head. Confusion.

In the rush of battle, Khael hadn't considered the source of her dismay but at the back of his mind was a niggling thought. She was Chiss, of course, just like himself, but raised as he was in an isolated Mandalorian clan where species was inconsequential, Khael considered himself a Mando'ad first and only. The only other being he had seen like himself was on Ilum itself, a surprise at first to be sure, but clearly there was more to being Chiss than one's genetic make-up. It was this curiosity that led Khael to travelling all the way out here to almost the galaxy's edge, unsure if he would be walking to his own capture and imprisonment or not.

Khael wasn't sure he would truly care, but he couldn't deny the feelings brought up by the Imperial's promise of enlightenment, if the message was genuine. If not, he was clad in his beskar'gam, Dha'kumura mag-locked to his backplate, prepared for the alternative, too.

A feeling told him he would not have to wait much longer.

 

[Nuruodo'kal'brast]

Chissyc Vabar

- III -
THE BLUE SHADOW
Swerr Tal'din -- Part. II

<callsign: seax>
<interacting with: Khael Vhijaric >

present day: fhost_
Two more hours to go, Dokal thought while giving a look at the time displayed on the screen of the freighter she had found on a neutral world on the border of the Imperial territories. She had decided to give one more hour to Khael, in case of lateness on the flight plan. Fhost was a planet located near the Chiss Space that Dokal knew like the back of her hand. This place remembered her of her childhood when everything was easier than now -- no Maw to defeat, no Csilla destroyed, no Imperials to serve. Only the Ascendancy. The great Ascendancy. The one she had been born in, the one she had grown up in. In the Chiss' culture, there weren't any parents: everyone was the parent of all the children under their supervision. She could remember this day as if it was yesterday.

Her csen'ai led a bunch of children on an Imperial space station, following the annihilation of Csilla. The Chiss became adults earlier than the average humankind, but she was still a child in her mind -- no more then. Tin'mi... Where are you, now? Where are we... all...?

Her datapad tinkled on the desk of the cargo's main room. She took and held it in front of her face and turned it on. A report from ImpNet. Nothing good had ever come from those types of pieces of news. A decree just came out, promulgated by the Lord-Regent Erskine Barran himself, about the situation of the Chiss within the Empire. Ravri'ihah... Internment camps?! Damn Reclamationists...! What have you done? That news was all but good for her and her people... And especially for her plans. She gave a look at the landing zone: Khael was there. She verified that her pistol was locked and ready and then put it back in her bulletproof coat.

She exited from the freighter's hatch and came closer to Khael, who was walking on the Fhosti ground to meet her. She inhaled the last time before declaring:

"Ritot Khael. I think you'll prefer talkin' in Basic than in Cheunh or Minnisiat. I've got some rudiments of Mando'a but... Eh, not enough t'hold a conversation."

flashback: ilum_
I'm waitin' for 'em. It won't take long t'have 'em down... The thermal det' are placed and ready t'detonate. The images displayed on her HUD indicated that there were a Mandalorian warrior and a couple of commandos with him... Or her. She knew that the detonators wouldn't be able to kill them all, but she knew that it would disturb them enough to make her saving time. She verified the state of her sniper. Dokal looked at the corridor where her enemies were supposed to arrive through the sight of her gun. At the exact moment when the commandos would trigger the detonators would start to explode, she would shoot to them, without any doubt.

This was a shoot-to-kill.​