Private Follow you may, this is the way.

[Meshla Detta]

Batuu
Western Reaches, Outer Rim

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"Did you obtain what I wanted?" the antiquities dealer asked with measured anticipation peering into the seemingly appearing icy cold silver T-visor of the hired gun.

The blue-armored Mandalorian nodded her helmeted head affirmatively, then reached into a pouch on her utility belt and placed the desired item into the waiting hands of the Ithorian male collector.

Lok-Ondar, a descendent of the original proprietor of the antiquities shop at the outpost, studied the thermal detonator-sized krayt dragon pearl with a well-practiced eye and a bit of awe. This particular one was unique as it had a deep green center fading outward into a midnight black polished sphere. It seemed to glow around the edges if the light hit the pearl just right. A rare gem for sure and maybe more valuable to some buyers than just an ordinary krayt dragon pearl. Only time would tell if it was for the dealer.

"Ah yes, this is perfection. I commend you on this exquisite find. You have earned yourself an extra ten percent on top of our previously negotiated contract fee," the alien smiled with his two mouths, then placed the one-of-a-kind stone into a velvet-lined box and locked it.

"In the future, I may be in need of your services once again. I will let you know," he said, then with a stroke of his long finger on a datapad laying atop the counter a secure payment was sent to the female Mandalorian's personal bank account.

Meshla received the confirmation of credits sent on her HUD, then the Detta gave the dealer a mock two-finger salute before exiting the shop that was on Merchant Row. What?! Why waste words when this was just plain business?

Now to head down the way to Oga's Cantina to wet her whistle before leaving the western reaches for points yet to be determined as the day was still early for decisions like that.

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Janik Hyde​

 

[Janik Hyde]

Location: Batuu - Western Reaches, Outer Rim.
Light Freighter: The Kovid Kar'ta.
Meshla Detta

The Kovid Kar'ta descended into the atmosphere of Batuu, piloted by a man baring the full armour of a Mandalorian warrior. His tinted visor nothing but black from the outside, peered across the distant landscape as he steadied the starship controls against heavy turbulence. According to rumour, Batuu was a World that had seen more of his kind in recent years, although not the first that Janik had visited in the hope of being united with more of his aliit, brothers and sisters of the creed, he had yet to find anything.

From the stories that Leys Ilian had told him, his people were as skilled at hunting and tracking as they were killing, meaning that they also knew how to cover their tracks well in case someone came looking for them. This was proven evident as Janik had scowered three worlds in the surrounding system before reaching Batuu itself. His patience was beginning to wear thin, but he was determined all the same. To find and become one among many, would provide Janik with a greater cause in life and also fulfil a promise that he had made to his late mentor who had been slain so many years prior. To live as she did and to truly know the way.

Following the coordinates to the suspected Mandalorian Enclave, the vessel slowed as it came overhead of the Black Spire Outpost. From above Janik could not tell if there were signs of his people below, however, the look of the outpost confirmed the accuracy of the coordinates and there was indeed civilian movement below from what little he could make out. He would have to better search on foot.

The repulsorlift thrusters took on the bulk of the weight of the ship as the vessel descended toward one of the external landing bays, the canopy depressurizing as the landing gear touched down and Janik cut the engines before climbing out and dropping down to the solid ground after a long journey. His black and silver Beskar'gam reflected the light of the suns, his cape flowing in the breeze of the wind as the warrior began to move towards the Outpost settlement, paying careful attention to those he would pass, seeking others wearing armour similar to his own.