For those of us about to die, we salute you!

[Kix Tal'Verda]

"I'm here to recruit you. My name's Kix Tal'Verda. Su cuy'gar!" The Mando stated as he stepped into the doorway, holding his rifle to his chest. "The loud one's Sylvanan. He's our village idiot back on Mando'yaim." The soldier strode over to his Arkanian companion to heft him from the ground with one swift motion.

His visor then fell back on Tor'r before the helmet was removed. He looked like a Fett Clone through and through, besides the fact he had a ponytail for the helmet and a shaggy goatee. "I've heard rumors about you and came to meet you. I didn't expect a karking slave riot. Osik. You made a mess. The lobby is completely repainted and I think they're calling the military in."

@[member="Tor'r Tal'Verda"]

@[member="Sylvanan Glass"]

 

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"Don't think they'll give us a headstart do you?" Sylvanan grumbled as Kix pulled him back up to his feet. He rolled his shoulders, and popped his neck with a swift turn of the head. Rolling tended to make everything feel sore in one way or another. The Mando settled his Deece in both hands, and nodded toward Torr'r, though he did not remove his helmet.

"Aye. To pick you up. Looks like you were doing that yourself." He motioned with one hand all around the door. He brought that hand up to his helmet, and pressed in on one of the side buttons. The rangefinder built into his helm zoomed far out through the gap left by the dropship, out toward the rolling hills. Two dark specks could be seen just on the horizon, racing away from the setting sun toward the Mandos. Sylvanan grumbled another curse.

"Need to get moving boss. Contacts about a click out and approaching fast. Very fast."

@[member="Kix Tal'Verda"]

@[member="Tor'r Tal'Verda"]

 

[Tor'r Tal'Verda]

Noting the seriousness of the approaching military and the lengths gone by the Mandalorians before him, the young warrior nodded, "Let's say I'm interested, where would we start? I'm aware of only my heritage, nothing more." The sounds of screams filled the chambers below breaking the Mando's thought. "I suppose this isn't the place to speak. I'll follow you, let's get off this forsaken rock."

Tor'r moved past his newfound comrades toward a lockbox, with brute force he slammed his elbow into the weak chest as dust scattered and wood splintered from the force applied. Coughing for a moment he reached into the broken, ancient chest pulling forth an old mask of strange design. A black mask with a single red stripe rolling through the middle. "A friend gave me this... it was taken from me to 'break my will' let's go. I have everything I need here, there is nothing left for me."

[member="Sylvanan Tal'verda"]
[member="Kix Tal'Verda"]