Many Mimban Mando's

[Tathra Khaeus]

"There is no honor or glory in killing the innocent or an unworthy opponent." The Matador's tone was that of disgust. He had been outside of the Mandolorian culture for so long, his people had been that way for so long. It was time for change, [member="Lady Kay"]'s words made him think of the voices he had heard in the mural cave on Mandalore. Children were children, and anyone who murdered a child was no Mandolorian, no man or woman. They did not deserve the title of human.

These dark thoughts shrouded the Matador's mind for a few moments, however his hardened resolve quieted them soon enough.

 

[Kay-Larr]

Kay gave [member="The Matador"] a small smile and approving nod. She of course, agreed with him. Those that slaughtered others, working alongside people that were hired to do it, they didn't have the honour that they claimed. Yet people followed them blindly, or perhaps it was out of fear. It pained her to think that she could have gone down that same route. Through the help of those that loved her, she was saved before things went too far.

"I'm glad that you think that way. If others do too, then there'll be hope for the Galaxy yet."

One of her guards approached and whispered in her ear. Kay nodded to him. "That was fast....They were last spotted in the Squamish district north of here. Shall we go?" Despite the two of them seeing eye to eye on some things, she still wasn't entirely comfortable with others being forced to leave against their will.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

The Matador moved for the door, however stopping before passing [member="Lady Kay"] on the way out. His stride had suddenly became more anxious, ready to move. "I cannot pass up this opportunity. Lead the way." Was the only reply necessary.

The Matador had waited long enough, the Catar's would bend to his will.

 

[Kay-Larr]

Kay nodded to [member="The Matador"] and did just that; she led the way. With her guards in tow, she headed out of the bank. She paused to look around once they got outside. Not knowing the area very well, she couldn't get her bearings. But one of her guards placed a hand on her shoulder and then took the lead.

A landspeeder large enough to fit the lot of them was hailed, and after climbing on board, it took off towards Squamish. Kay sat back in her seat, all the while going through the different scenarios in her mind. Hopefully this'll be nice and easy. She had no idea what the leader of the Clan Catar looked like. If they were hiding out, then it would stand to reason that he wouldn't be wearing armour. But one never knows.

The landspeeder soon came to a stop in front of what looked like a mechanic shop. Not quite what she was expecting. Kay got out along with everyone else. "I would've figured a bar or something. But this is better. Shall we?"

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

As the speeder came to a slow, several of the Mandolorians of Catar disguised as mechanics recognised the Matador's weaponry and armour of Beskar make. Some eyes opened, others started backing away; one with a blue short beard broke into a sprint into the workshop, shouting in Mandolorian.

The Matador leaped from his seat, using the force to direct himself towards the doorway, landing with a thudd.

Two Mandolorians in Beskar immediately appeared in the doorway, carrying Repeating blasters. Aiming both at the Matador as he flicked his wrist, ripping the two rifles from their grip. Then, slamming forward with one foot.

"Cease! Ni cuy' te a'lor be te Tol Varen clan! Ni Ru'kel jorhaa'ir at gar a'lor."

[member="Lady Kay"]

 

[Kay-Larr]

Kay's eyes widened as the rogue Clan engaged [member="The Matador"] in a fight. It was clear that they knew what he was there for and didn't want to go. Kay stepped forward to intervene, but her guards held her shoulders and pushed her back, stepping in front of her to block her path. "Hey! Couldn't you guys just talk about this?!"

From what little that she could see, it seemed as though the fight was going to go straight into the mechanic shop. She had no idea what was being spoken in the Mandalorian tongue. Hopefully it was a call to being reasonable, yet she doubted it. "Your people need your help! And not for war!.." She had to shout over her guards and the noice of the fight.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

On the higher level of the mechanic shop; Jechit appeared from a busted door, wearing a heavy suit of Beskar. A bronze suit of old worn Mandalorian armour, with a heavy thick shoulder plate on his right arm. It was clad with plasma burns and scars, clearly worn and heavy.

"War? War is all we know. All they know."

Jechit spoke, cracking his knuckles against the palms of his hands as he stared down The Matador. Jechit stood at 6'4, a tall broad man with a thick muscular exterior. He had a fondness for a Shield and Beskar'Gam. Both of which, were currently attached to his back by leather straps across his chest, attached to a black utility belt housing two duel ballistic sawed off shotguns.

"Jechit Catar, from one A'lor to another. I demand you bend the knee. Join once more with the Mandalorian people. Our people need aid, your Clan's skill with machinery could greatly aid us. I give you this one chance to return peacefully."

Jechit looked to his men, many giving varied views. Some reaching for daggers or pistols hidden beneath their work uniforms. He raised his hand slightly asking them not to move.

"Gedet'ye, nayc. You speak of a return, yet where is Mandalore? Why are you, a simple warrior the one here to gather us? Where is Mandalore? Where was [member="Vilaz Munin"] when the world fell into disarray and brother turned against brother?!"

Jechit defiantly stood forward, his hands shaping into fists as his anger grew inside. The Matador understood why he was angry, why they left. That did not make it right, abandonment was sin.

"I understand, believe me I do. But this is not the time for this. Don't be like him. We have returned to Mandalore, as should you. As should all Mandolorian Adate. As you say, brother turned against brother. Let not the weakness of the past dictate the present. We must join together if our way is to survive."

The Matador spoke clearly, and to the best of his ability; logically. Neither of them wanted their people to fall to ruin. The Matador took his GreatAxe from its magnetic grip on his back, and dropped it to the ground. It thudded hard, like a massive brick of durasteel slamming into the ground.

"I won't fight you. Not now, unity is what we need. Join me."

[member="Lady Kay"] called out in support, leaving the safety of the speeder during the back and forth between the two warriors.

 

[Kay-Larr]

Kay watched and listened to the exchange. The last thing that she wanted was a fight to happen. Her eyes went to the clan members that showed up, some reaching for their weapons while others stood their ground as the two leaders spoke. it was almost like a standoff.

Almost.

[member="The Matador"] dropped his axe, and that was entirely unexpected. Kay's brows raised and even her own guards seemed to relax their stance and let her move beside them.

"The Mandalore is probably too busy with his efforts to reconstruct your homeworld, than to go off and search for others scattered across the Galaxy. But if his words are true, then you really are needed. I was skeptical at first too. But I've already offered materials and humanitarian aid. I know full well what it's like to be betrayed by them, yet I can't refuse help to others because of the actions of a few clans. It just wouldn't be right."