Left A Beggar, Came Back An Observer [Meeting Between HK and Mandos]

[HK-36]

//Sorry it took so long for me to get around to posting it D: got busy in RL and Faction matters, plus ask Cira anytime, I hate starting new threads, so much pressure //

@[member="Verz Horak"] @[member="Gilamar Skirata"] @Any Other Mandos
IN SPACE ABOVE THE PLANET MANDALORE

Mandalore was a planet close to HK's history, one he often became tangled with.
Most often he visited it as an ally and a friend, often fighting alongside Mandalorians since his career as aide to Mandalore the Ultimate. In few unfortunate circumstances, however, he was forced to fight against the Mandalorians, most often when the Warriors allied themselves with the Sith.
This was one of those peaceful and friendlier visits.

He often ventured to the planet, although it was always quiet and unannounced, he just enjoyed wandering its fields and streets, as well as talking to the people.

The last time he was officially on the planet as a member of the Protectorate, it was during the Siege of Keldabe when he rounded up a rag team of Pyre's Commandos and fought against the invading Sith, coordinating with Echani forces in order to halt advance of Deathwatch's column or artillery, even proving himself in a duel against a Sith Knight. Fun times, he did not got to actually fight that often, especially now. He left the planet that day as a lowly soldier, now he was coming back as an Observer of Abregado-Rae, but he hoped he did not changed for the worse.

It's true, Protectorate nudged him to visit officially to set up diplomatic treaties and agreements, manage politics with the Mandalorians. HK disliked such matters, his goal was to attempt come up with something, but come to the Mandalorians as a friend more than anything.

In space, the frigate Siege Tower, HK's personal vessel, entered the Real Space, slowly gliding through the void towards the planet.
Aboard, HK was sitting in his chair when his Yeoman addressed him.
"Sir, we have reached our destination."
He nodded, responding
"Hail the planet, send in following transmission:
Manda'yaim, this is Protectorate vessel the Siege Tower, we are here to speak with the representatives of the Mando'ade as scheduled, send us landing coordinates and we will send an unarmed shuttle with our representative, over.
And prepare the shuttle after sending that, let me know once the response comes."
He stood up, walking closer to the viewport
"I wonder how has Verz been since he became the Mandalore."

 

[Azrael]

One of the main fuselage filtration centers was currently being lowered by repulsor lifts to the bay floor as the young Rally Master waved the droid's attention to center it into the working frame that several Mando'ade were busy securing to the floor, so they could assess the damage and do a repair on the filtration system itself. The large square filter descended and then locked into place. Scorch marks, and particulates were lodged visibly within the mesh netting, causing a pattern of speckled blockages to be visible. Once the filter was in place, Azrael (along with three other vode) locked the frame into place before the lift was taken back up, and they could start working to replace the filter itself with a new one that would be free from damage, or blockages. A plasma cutter was taken in his hands and fired up, letting the hot whirling energy blade spring to life. Immediately his visor adjusted to keep hot slag from touching his face, or impairing his vision as the first few seconds gave a tearing sound of metal lurching under the hot plasma blade that seared through the filter's edge.

A few minutes into the surgical removal of the filter an Initiate moved into range and gave a communique to that of the leadership. The channel broadcast to those Rally Masters nearby, and as well to Azrael. An Omega Protectorate ship was in range, and was requesting docking procedures. Releasing the throttle on the plasma cutter, the blade whined down and then extinguished as he stood up, and handed it off to another one of the workers on the dock bay. He radioed over to those in the party channel understanding that with Gilamar still away, that it would be a good opportunity to take point on this visit from the Protectorate's representative.

Apprenticed to the engineer of Mandal Motors and head of clan Skirata; Gilamar, Azrael was often tasked as a representative of the clan - and in certain situations to that of Manda'yaim as well. Trained by both the reigning Mand'alor, and taught by that of the Field Marshal - he was in a sense being groomed for leadership, and there was no better lesson for leadership than experience. Leaving the Mandal Motors ship-yard bay, and moving towards a communication array that was setup to work with the fleets, Azrael took the control seat and setup the hailing procedure to answer back to the awaiting vessel.

:: Siege Tower, this is Manda'yaim. Standby for authorization clearance. :: Azrael started as he ran a few initial scans of the vessel's IFF signature, make and model. He quickly cross-referenced that with the known fleet of the Protectorate, and then checked today's landing schedule to find the logs identifying their visit as being pre-arranged. Once confirmation was in place, he responded to the hail. :: You are cleared for entry, docking bay three charlie has been cleared and awaits your arrival. :: A few more command console commands ensured that there would be a small droid pit crew on docking bay 3-C to meet the coming vessel and prep it for dock for the time intended to stay.

@[member="HK-36"] @[member="Verz Horak"] @[member="Gilamar Skirata"]​

 

[HK-36]

@[member="Azrael"] @Verz Horak @Gilamar Skirata
"Sir, the Mandalore has responded, we are cleared for docking in bay 3-C."
One of the crewman spoke up and HK nodded, moving over to the door to the turbolift
"Very well, send in a response as follows:
Roger that, Manda'yaim, sending in unarmed shuttle to docking bay 3-Charlie, pilot, copilot, and single emissary on board, no escort.
Prepare other civilian shuttles we have then, I will see if they agree for us to take a short shore-leave."
The crewman smirked as they turned back to the console
"Yessir."
After all, they did not visited other planets in a while, plus Mandalorians were known for stronger drinks the crew may enjoy.

Traveling down by the turbolift into the hangar, HK stepped aboard the shuttle prepared in advance for him. He had his ceremonial armor and his usual cascading dark-grey cloak, but other than that, no weaponry or much additional equipment.
He took a seat in one of the.. seats, as the shuttle yanked up into hovering, slowly travelling out of the frigate and on its way towards the designated docking bay 3-C.

The journey between the vessel and the docking bay was rather uneventful, just standard procedures HK has experienced many times over. Thankfully, soon enough the shuttle would touch down and dock, with the help and assistance from the droid pit crew. The co-pilot and pilot would have gone out to the pit crew once the docking procedure was done, they needed to discuss what the shuttle needed, and they really had nothing better to do during stay.

The ramp to the shuttle lowered, revealing the tall figure of the armored droid, stepping down to meet with the Mandalorian representatives.
Assuming Azrael would be already there once the shuttle docked, or HK would have to wait just a bit for him to be there, HK would address him,
"Rally Master Azrael, it has been a while since our last meeting on the training grounds, you have grown, yet you appear as young as ever."
HK gave Azrael a pound on his mechanic breast and a bow in a greeting
"How has Kila been?"

 

[Azrael]

The trail was not long from the Mandal Motors engineering plant to the adjacent docks that lined both sides of the larger structure, housing several dozen docking bays used for private and commercial transport. The charcoal armored frame moved at a brisk pace, treading over durasteel floors as he moved from the rear exit of the docking bay in question, to approach the slowly descending vessel housing the representatives from the Omega Protectorate. He only supposed one particular representative to be visiting Mandalore, given the history with the faction and what he already knew of allegiances between them. They changed on a regular basis it seemed, to keep up with the other faction powers of the Galaxy. Still that was just heads of state it seemed making and breaking deals, signing new treaties and going to war. Azrael chose not yet to be on the grand political stage, but rather to focus his efforts on being there for his people, and the Manda that adopted him.

Stepping out to the landing platform as the craft touched down and hissed out it's plumes of exhaust. A simple nod of his helmet was offered to the crew who exited and began to consult with the droid pit crew that was already on the scene. His crimson visor shifted to address the disembarking representative of the Protectorate. A smile, hidden beneath his helmet, rose as he saw the droid he was most familiar with step down the landing ramp and onto the platform. Digits rose of both hand and slid the buy'ce from his head cupping it in the crux of his left bionic arm. A mirrored fashion of the droid's respect was given as his right hand cross his heart and he also gave a bow. It wasn't Mandalorian custom, but it was certainly a merit of respect.

"It has been a while. I still remember that day's lessons." He admitted as he walked forward and gave a general pat to the droid's armored shoulder before looking at the crew and then offering a path to walk down as he entertained the familiar face of the HK unit. "Vod Cadau is probably neck deep in some akaanir as usual." He said with a smirk he took the path to the back of the hangar and ushered into the Mandal Motors facility. There was a conference room, and a more comfortable seating area inside that they used for general relaxation with a few holo-screens to keep up to date with planetary dealings. "So I assume this is official business if the Protectorate is sending you in with the Siege Tower?" He asked in a nonchalant manner before he placed the helmet to the side and took a seat. Normally he'd offer beverages or food for the droid - but HK-36 was still very much a droid.

@[member="HK-36"] @[member="Verz Horak"] @[member="Gilamar Skirata"]