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[Amos]

"The Jedi preach harmony. Harmony is stagnation. Conflict is evolution.”
-Darth Malgus​

Ord Radama - Livien Wastes

The loud crack of bone was followed shortly by a tink of metal hitting stone, as an armored corpse corpse tumbled to the ground. Amos stood over the Mandalorian, chest rising and falling as he glanced down at the small gash which now decorating his torso. Fingers ran to tear off a strip of his tunic, pressing it against the wound as he studied the now dead man at his feet. There was little doubt that this was the man who'd been following him since he'd landed on the planet. No doubt suspicious of the strangers motives or perhaps hired by someone Amos had run into in days past.

Not that it mattered for much now. "You fought well."

The Sith said to his dead companion, slowly squatting down besides the corpse as he began to search through his things. Taking the blaster first, inspecting the horn-carved handle, and then tossing it to the side before he continued through the rest of the man's utility belt. From it he plucked a few things, stashing them in his pockets before he flipped the man over and continued the grim work.

His armor was decorated in golds and grays, though Amos was entirely unsure of their meaning. He knew they had some among the Mandalorian people. Not that they mattered much now. Digging through the rest of the man's things Amos plucked free his knife, a small pict buried in one of his pockets, and then lastly his long-range com-link. Tossing the latter to the ground and crushing it beneath his boot.

"You'll be remembered." The Sith offered as he stood and turned back towards the bare path among the craggy rocks.

Amos knew what he was looking for was nearby, buried beneath long-past landslides and the turning of millenia.

He just had to find it.

Steps quieted by molded leather rang out once more as he continued down the mountain pass, following the map that had been made for him. Before long he would see a cavern, it's reaches crawling far into the earth below. An entrance to something not built, but left behind and hidden only by the passage of time.

 

[Shinma]

Ord Radama | Livien Wastes | Dry Afternoon

Shinma spectated the fight between Amos and the Mandalorians. The Sith offered no words of encouragement to the other.

Shina silently watched as Amos slew the Mandalorian. When Amos tossed the gun aside, Shinma stretched out a hand. The blaster flew from the spot it was tossed to and into Shinma's hand under telekinetic force.

Shinma examined the blaster - helmet facing down toward it while fingers traced over the horn handle.

"Mandalorian steel..." Shinma said while glancing back up and toward Amos, "Priceless on the black market. We'd best remember to claim it after finding whatever dead empire's grave you've been led to."

Then, Shinma began to follow Amos toward their target.