No. 1
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."
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