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On The Horizon

ECHOYLA
NETRA FLEET
Fett might have been a Bounty Hunter, but he were one that had allies-- or associates --in high places. They could be found within the Dark Lord of the Sith, Kajidic Crimelords, Galactic Politicians, and, most recently relevant, Exarchs of the Confederacy of Independent Systems. The Mandalorian had become bound to a contract that demanded his services, accompanied by their eye that'd been so willing to close itself, and they'd been received on Copero as they would soon be on Eshan. But, with that, an opportunity has been presented to the Mandalorian. The Echani had come beneath the rule of those he loathed. It screamed and it beckoned that be seek someone more bloodthirsty, more angry; one that made Fett seem sane.

And for that reason Fett sought Vizsla once more.

The Bounty Hunter had rarely, if ever, visited the Netra Fleet and those rarities had always been business orientated. He never had been one for socialising freely, and neither had Ronan - least to his suspicion. They bonded through their aggravated grumbles and mutual detest. It let their constant bickering remain. He moved throughout the Netra Fleet's primary vessel amidst crowds of similarly clad Mandalorians, varying in their colouration and evident damage that only proved to make one seem more distinguished than another. It were always an odd mixture of fitting and not. Among Mandalorians he should feel so homily, but often felt as if he were an outcast. They were proud and honour-bound warriors, and he was cunning, conniving murderer. Perceptions mattered, though, but not always. Sometimes there'd been facts that would rise above.

He, inevitably, approached the Alor of Clan Vizsla's quarters and gave less respect than otherwise demanded in his commitment to privacy. "Vizsla." Koda's familiar voice had spoken through the modulator, rather bland as per usual. "You're not dead." He admitted alongside an inkling of snark. "I've got something for you."

[member="Ronan Vizsla"]
 
[member="Koda Fett"]

"You're still ugly, guess nobody is perfect."

Ronan deflected without looking up from his wood carving. In the early days, before everything had become so complicated with the Empire, he had done this often. It had centered him. Made him focus on the little details that only mattered in the moment. Little stakes, nothing that would ruin everything, if he made a mistake. The more responsibilities Ronan received the less time he had to return to this. This had been the first time in three weeks that he was able to handle the knife.

Without any blood seeping behind him as he went.

"What do you need this time, Fett?"

If Vizsla was in any way annoyed or bitter about the way Ven'dam (or however those religious loonies had spelled it) he did not show it. At least, not in a way that would move past the general acerbic nature that he expelled every moment of his breath.
 
Te Veman.

And Fett had never been a religious lunatic, rather someone that'd fallen victim to their promises of grandeur and his relative naïveté. But, nevertheless, that cause had seemed to pass into the ether after Preliat Mantis plunged from that cliff face in his suicide. Shame, but everyone dies. Suppose he got tired of waiting for his to come. Since then they all sputtered off elsewhere, and the Bounty Hunter resumed his lucrative line-of-work in the eternal pursuit of credits and glory.

"Hmph." The Mandalorian huffed in bitter-amusement momentarily as he allowed his eyes to roll within their sockets whilst his guarded skull glanced off in their direction for a mere second. "You pay any attention to Eshan lately?" He inquired afterwards; a brow loft beneath his T-Visor in it's usual accompaniment. "The Mother's Empire," Fett continued without an answer, mocking those words previously spoken. "They were less than hospitable towards the Echani, and now the Confederacy is set to wage war."

[member="Ronan Vizsla"]
 
[member="Koda Fett"]

"Rampant genocide, destruction, self-awareness of a gnat. Eshan rings a bell." Ronan responded dryly. It had been difficult to not be aware. Something like blowing up the capital of a planet did have a tendency to vibrate out of control afterwards. Especially considering these were the supposed allies of the Sith Empire. Why Carnifex kept insisting on propping them up was beyond him. Weakness cultivated and propagated was a sickness that could quickly spread.

This was an universal law.

"What business is it of the Confederacy what the idiot's empire does with its conquest?"

Blunt remark.

He wasn't any more of a fan of the Mandalorian Empire than Koda was. Didn't think much of anything when it came to the Confederacy. Too far away, not relevant. And yet... yet here they were. Trying to apparently orchestrate an invasion of the Mandalorian territories.

What was the purpose here?
 
"I don't know. I didn't ask." The Bounty Hunter promptly replied immediately afterwards. It weren't really his place, nor did he particularly care too much. They, clearly, had their reasons. It wasn't as if a Galactic Superpower was set to invade another over something that wasn't valuable, or otherwise meaningful. Or, maybe Fett had become too trusting of one's ability to make sense. It didn't matter for it were going to exist regardless of his, or Ronan's, perceptions of it. An inescapable conflict, truly.

"But, you're being given an opportunity- an opportunity to hit them." He continued, stepping further into Ronan's quarters. "I can get you paid. Not everyone, but-" Koda shrugged, "You, I can."

[member="Ronan Vizsla"]
 

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