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I'm gonna need that mask now

Moridin stood within the back of a light freighter surrounded by eight or nine other people. None of these people were soldiers, or guards, or even remotely associated with the Sith. In fact if one looked upon them all one would guess that they were either tourists, refugee's, or maybe a little of both. The Dreadlord was no exception. Instead of his usual tribal robes and garb he wore a t-shirt and a regular pair of cargo pants, above this he wore a black field jacket with no markings or insignia’s.

Within the jacket hung a short lightsaber hilt hidden from view and on the outside of the Jacket on his left shoulder was a large knife, whose sheath had been stitched into the jacket to hold it in place. All in all Moridin appeared to be just another traveler, ready to guard himself and see the sights of the galaxy. The Transport that they were in was headed towards a world known as Mandalore, the planet did not often receive Tourists or Refugee's as it was a harsh world, but it was not uncommon for one or two Freighters to appear a day filled with...well Mandalorians.

Recently a call had gone out, one that called back to Mandalorians across the galaxy to come home. They Mandalorians like everyone else were trying to rebuild, a sentiment that The Dreadlord actually understood quite well. He sighed slightly as the ship shook, showing the signs of entering an atmosphere.

He was not here as a refugee or a man seeking a new beginning, quite the opposite. He was here to collect a debt. A man, a Mandalorian owed him something. It was not a large debt, but it was one of significance to the Sith Lord, one that he needed fulfilled before he could do anything else.

With another heavy shake and a slight banking the Freighter came in for a landing. It took almost another thirty minutes before finally an announcement was made and the passengers were allowed to disembark. Among them was Moridin.

“Now. Where do I find you.” The Dreadlord said to himself as he stepped off of the freighter and onto the starport. Mandalore was a massive world, home to almost three millions residents....although that figure might have been slightly out of date. He shrugged, he would go to a bar first.
 
Where was Emberli? Presently, he was sitting on the dock of the bay near his apartment with a fishing rod in hand, casting his lure out into the gentle waters of the sea inlet. Humming to himself he pulls his wide brim hat a bit further down on his head to keep himself covered from the sun.

Part of the reason he'd chosen this place to live was it's location in a sweet spot north of the equator. There wasn't a cloud in sight today, and the temperature was just warm enough to be pleasing without causing sweat. The smell of salt flooded his nostrils, and fishing boats made their way out into the sea to try and bring in some fresh catch.

He didn't know where Moridin was, but if he was in Keldabe... well, he'd have to journey south to find the man he was looking for. How he found Emberli was entirely up to him, but Emberli wasn't expecting visitors today, so he'd not be checking around for, say, a Sith looking to collect a debt.
 
Moridin walked through the streets of Keldabe for quite a bit until finally he found what he was looking for. He entered the bar, apparently quite the famous local place and walked straight up tot he bar tender. Luckily for him Moridin didn't look at all out of place, in fact he looked like any of the other locals except perhaps a little less armored and prepared.

He walked up to the bar and immediately pulled out a small holo picture of Emberli. The man had been on his station for more than a few hours so taking a picture of him had actually been rather simple, what with the cameras all around the station and such. He showed the bar tender the picture and then greeted the man with a traditional entirely perfect sounding Mandalorian greeting. The bar tender smiled at him and responded in much the same way.

The Dreadlord conversed with the man for a few minutes, talking about Mandalorian life, the current situation on the planet, and more importantly if the other man had seen Emberli around at all. Luckily for the Silver Haired Sith lord the bartender knew of Emberli, he didn't know him personally but apparently he had seen the man on more than one occasion.

Moridin smirked as the man told him where Emberli had been most often seen. The Sith nodded and thanked the man and then stepped out of the Bar. Apparently Emberli lived somewhere south of here. The bartender hadn't been able to tell him an exact location, but Moridin was sure that when he got closer to him others would know.

Knowing his next destination Moridin smirked and began to walk in a southerly direction, beginning to softly whistle as he did so.
 
Reeling his line in, minus any catch, Emberli stands and casts his gaze across the gently undulating surface of the bay, a faint smile forming on his lips. 'twas a good day, that was for sure. Packing up his gear, the man walks back the dock and towards his apartment which was just a few hundred feet away.

There was plenty he needed to do today; errands need be run. Food was running a bit low, and he had a few blaster pistols to deliver to those who'd commissioned him. Walking up the stairs to the second floor, Emberli pauses and once again looks towards the bay. Something about the way the sun reflected off the calm waterway lifted his spirits.

After a few moments of silent observation, he walks to the door of his apartment and unlocks it before heading inside. Nope, still not expecting a Sith.
 
Moridin had quickly made his way south having hired a local taxi. Honestly he had been surprised when he had come across the service, he expected the Mandalorian capital to have little to no amenities being that the Mandalorians themselves were a...well lets just say rough kind of people. So as soon as The Dreadlord stepped foot in the district Emberli supposedly lived in he began to ask questions. He was friendly as one could be, as if asking after an old friend. He smiled, gave candy to children, and offered money to any adult that helped him, though most if not all refused him.

Eventually The Dreadlord in plain clothes found what he was looking for, the supposed residence of Emberli. He grinned, it looked to be quite a simple apartment building nothing grand like the Sith himself had. He supposed that grand palaces were not the Mandalorian way, although truthfully he didn't give a shit.

Quite brazenly Moridin walked up to the Apartment door, and then simply knocked. It was a simple friendly knock, as if an old friend had decided to drop by and say hello.
 
Hearing a knock at the door, Emberli stood slowly from the edge of his bed where he'd been sitting, wondering what to do with the rest of his day. Not many visitors came around, but the sound brought with it a myriad of memories; mostly pleasant. Brow raising slowly, he slides the door open before his other brow raised.

"A far more. . . reserved knock than I'd have expected from you.", he states flatly. "Actually, didn't expect you to knock at all."

That was entirely true. Pointing down to Moridin's feet, he shakes his head. "Come in - shoes off, leave them outside." Mandalorian custom.
 
Moridin smiled at the Mandalorian man, and then gladly followed inside. He took off his shoes as he passed the doorway and placed them outside of the door, an interesting thing for a Sith lord to comply with but hey he wasn't all bad. As he stepped inside the Dreadlord looked about. The place was...homey, far less grand than anything any Sith would be caught in. But perhaps that was the way of the Mandalorians, to live the simple life. The Dreadlord shrugged to himself, and then walked into the small home.

“I expected far more...weaponry.” Moridin said smiling. It wasn't a snide remark, merely an observation about the mans home. Still he wasn't here for pleasantries and decided to get straight to business. “Anyway, ive come here to get my mask.”
 

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