The K'uur dropped out of hyperspace somewhere along the Mara Corridor. As the bright blue and white field of elongated starlight shifted into the more comforting speckled black of real-space, dozens of ships were brought into view. Old, rusty, Mandalorian ships from bygone eras floated with what felt like an uneasy waver. A few of the bridge crew stared out at the group of ships. At least one of his crew, he knew, was part of clan Kryze and they wore their clan's sigil on their naval uniform along with one of the biggest smiles he'd ever seen. He wondered when the last time he'd seen kin was considering the K'uur often took long voyages with the last one having been the better part of a year.
A slightly robotic, yet alluring voice came from over Zeke's shoulder causing the man to jump slightly.
"Lady Kryze wasn't kidding when she said her clan needed an upgrade," Van muttered just loud enough for Zeke to hear. She had silently moved to his side sporting one of the outfits Zeke had picked out for her. Honestly, sometimes he wished she wasn't a secret murder bot with Mandalorian assassination protocols burned in. Why didn't he just...leave her as is? A silly question. After the Civil War being forced into designing ships for the Mandalorian Empire by Dorn Skirata and Ra Viszla had made him more cautious than ever. Zeke was no slouch, he'd served for several years in the formal Mandalorian Military, but in all honesty with his cybernetics he wasn't half the soldier he had been and Van made up for that in all her deadly alluring glory.
The lead ship of the flotilla sent the MandalMotors vessel a docking vector and the helmsman obliged by flying the black wedge up to what looked a Legacy-class battlecruiser dowsized several times. It was so old in fact, the crew of the K'uur couldn't identify it from any known ship signitures. It took Van several minutes to find out that it was an ancient Clone Wars era vessel known as a Venator-class Star Destroyer.
They were in definite need of assistance. Gilamar Skirata joined the pair at the docking tube when they'd arrived.
"This ship has to be at least a thousand years old," Gil murmured to Zeke.
"So older than you then?" Zeke quipped in reply. A grunt of confirmation from the old Mandalorian brought a smirk to his lips as the vessels locked and the docking tube hissed.
A slightly robotic, yet alluring voice came from over Zeke's shoulder causing the man to jump slightly.
"Lady Kryze wasn't kidding when she said her clan needed an upgrade," Van muttered just loud enough for Zeke to hear. She had silently moved to his side sporting one of the outfits Zeke had picked out for her. Honestly, sometimes he wished she wasn't a secret murder bot with Mandalorian assassination protocols burned in. Why didn't he just...leave her as is? A silly question. After the Civil War being forced into designing ships for the Mandalorian Empire by Dorn Skirata and Ra Viszla had made him more cautious than ever. Zeke was no slouch, he'd served for several years in the formal Mandalorian Military, but in all honesty with his cybernetics he wasn't half the soldier he had been and Van made up for that in all her deadly alluring glory.
The lead ship of the flotilla sent the MandalMotors vessel a docking vector and the helmsman obliged by flying the black wedge up to what looked a Legacy-class battlecruiser dowsized several times. It was so old in fact, the crew of the K'uur couldn't identify it from any known ship signitures. It took Van several minutes to find out that it was an ancient Clone Wars era vessel known as a Venator-class Star Destroyer.
They were in definite need of assistance. Gilamar Skirata joined the pair at the docking tube when they'd arrived.
"This ship has to be at least a thousand years old," Gil murmured to Zeke.
"So older than you then?" Zeke quipped in reply. A grunt of confirmation from the old Mandalorian brought a smirk to his lips as the vessels locked and the docking tube hissed.