Zeke's shuttle dropped out of Hyperspace over the bright green planet of Mykyr. When he was younger the Mandalorians were heavily invested in the sector and remnants of their influence could be seen all around as he and his guards made their approach. They passed a listening station, it had been raided recently. Its glass viewports had been shattered and a few burned out starfighters floated in various states of decay, no doubt metal coffins for the pilots who had flew them years before.
The shuttle shook as they made their descent through the planet's atmosphere. He felt dirty here in his armor, the memory of him cowering before Dorn and his Death Watch loyalists as he signed over the company to him. He was a frightening man, but at least he let him live. But now he felt trapped.
It didn't matter. They were here now.
The hatch hissed open and the smell of fertilizer and antiseptic filled his nostrils. Miri Farms was first on Dorn's list of places to acquire for MandalMotors. Someone should have been meeting him here. With a sigh he walked down the ramp, closely flanked by two Shreik-Hawk mercenaries.
The shuttle shook as they made their descent through the planet's atmosphere. He felt dirty here in his armor, the memory of him cowering before Dorn and his Death Watch loyalists as he signed over the company to him. He was a frightening man, but at least he let him live. But now he felt trapped.
It didn't matter. They were here now.
The hatch hissed open and the smell of fertilizer and antiseptic filled his nostrils. Miri Farms was first on Dorn's list of places to acquire for MandalMotors. Someone should have been meeting him here. With a sigh he walked down the ramp, closely flanked by two Shreik-Hawk mercenaries.