Private Perseverance

[Koda Fett]

Hired.

It seemed to be the constant state the Mandalorian found himself in, bar the scarce moments between tasks; entertainment found in means outside of the needless bloodshed his chosen career afforded him and the victims of it, but those times had been few and far between for a reason - unable to move forwards, to secure another means, to see all the life on the other side. It ensured that Fett remain in his state, or so an Ithorian that fell to his knees in fear had tried to make clear. If true or false, it mattered not, for the man seemed to be so entrenched in this of wanton death beneath the thin facade of the law in the most lawless of sectors. If it were true, then the Bounty Hunter was not to be considered scum or ever find themselves in the service to the worms of Nal Hutta. But Fett rose above the Hutt, beneath the Emperor himself had the Mandalorian served - his newly crafted vessel constructed by those in service to Zambrano as payment for a task, to seek Jedi and destroy them as the man had done so countless times before.

So it was doubtlessly odd to find himself in the employ of a Jedi now, or so Fett believed.

Credits had been credits, the Mandalorian rebutted internally.

Professionalism above all else, some said. Yet some never cemented themselves beside the so-called 'evil' for much of their career. In the end, the force that ensured it all came to be was merely the simplest: time. It forced change, and made it so one needed to adapt. If not, then, a man that lacked allies and had a list of adversaries that increased by the cycle was sure to be lost to the vast void out there. Taken by the elements, by the debts owed, by the bare neccessities one failed to find.

Jedi had their altruism, the Bounty Hunter had his scores.

So now in the sub-levels of one of the vast cities ensnared in crime, Fett sat alone. In one corner, on a small and elevated section had a band played their music to the dismissal of all those that listened - ambience for their ears as their business found their attention, yet the various drunkards scattered about seemed more content than most. It was bathed in neon, yet the kind that seemed faint and unclean in some manner, similarly to the rest of the bar. It housed the worst, Koda considered.

His kind.

Wyatt Morga

 

[Wyatt Morga]

Wyatt had never found comfort in these dens of crime and villainy. He was a Jedi Master, a beacon of light in darkness - and for all his skill in following that role to the letter, he had forgone his ability to be diplomatic with all sorts of people. Those of the seedy underbelly were the kind that never saw the light - they were too far down in the sub levels to ever experience the privelege of Jedi Saviors or military parades. They looked at Jedi as no more than the Sith - cruel executors of a religion not a man here cared for.​

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In a sense, they had their own religion; but it was in worship of the almighty cred. What made nations fight wars, what pushed the Hutt's to enslave entire planets - what kept the assassins killing and the bounty hunters hunting. Were Wyatt able, perhaps he'd considered destroying the cred entirely - but he imagined that wouldn't be well recieved by the Jedi's largest supporters, corporations and nobility convinced of moralism. Politics, as it were, were tiresome - so instead he focused on what he knew best.​

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Being a Jedi, and destroying the Sith.​

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He entered the bar with his hood held high on his head. A common sight in these shady areas of the underworld, a Jedi would draw attention but a man in a cloak was a dime a dozen. Anonymity was a powerful tool, a well regarded pleasure in these dens; and Wyatt could understand that much. With his eyes travelling the room, he found his target - the mandalorian he had contacted through his other Jedi Contacts.​

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He slid into the seat and pulled his hood back just far enough so they might look each other in the eyes. Well, Koda could look into Wyatts - Wyatt was forced to look into the iconic Mandalorian helmet the clone war, forced to hear his accented tone in the vocabulator of his progenitor. He frowned slightly at that - but imagined it wasn't worth arguing about.​

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"You're Koda Fett?", Wyatt asked plainly.​

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Koda Fett​

 

[Koda Fett]

His T-visor bore witness to the entrance of all those that followed after his own, and even all that had been there beforehand; from the most lowly of creatures to the most brawn-filled beasts of men, Fett had assured himself to make a mental note of them - millions remained the reward for his own death, and countless times had a boastful rookie believed himself able to ascend their ladder in one move. He rots as steam rises from his chest now, the Mandalorian near smirked in remembrance of the fact.

It seemed less believed themselves able to secure it as of late - an abandoned score, the sort that sat on Sith Lords and Jedi Masters.

Yet his own Jedi Master soon entered, shrouded beneath a cloak and since sat across from himself.

"I am," the man answered beneath his battered and beaten armour, so much so the raw material had shown from underneath the assorted colours. His frame remained still, as if a statue almost. "You're Morga, then. And you have something for me. So I am told."

Wyatt Morga

 

[Wyatt Morga]

"I am.", he offered back.​

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He held quiet for a few moments as he leaned forward and clasped his hands on the table. Were he more forward his beliefs, he'd start by offering Koda Fett as a chance at redemption for his work under Darth Carnifex - but Wyatt knew better. Reformation and rehabilitation was the work of Jedi towards Sith and others who cared about how it would make them feel; how their actions could hurt or harm others. For a bounty hunter like Koda, all that would matter was creds and work - likely Morga's words would be lost on the man.​

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So he kept them to himself.​

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"And I do.', he finally offered, making eye contact with the Visor once more.​

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"I have creds enough to pay you to join me and other Jedi Masters in our hunt for Sith Lords who have escaped justice for far too long. Without the Empire to back them, now is the time they need to be found - but we're just Jedi. We might be able to fight Sith, but finding them is a different matter entirely - and we don't have the skills for 'hunting' like you do."​

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"We have a ship - you'd get room and board, assist us for a few months on contract, then go our seperate ways when everything was said and done. You'll recieve a bonus for each Sith we capture or kill - but I'd prefer the former."​

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"How does this all sound to you?"​

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Koda Fett​

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[Koda Fett]

His silence had been loud, the seconds of consideration felt as if forever; morbid memories flashed before his mind, a flock of the horrid acts cast onto the Jedi by the Mandalorian in all that conflicts that came before - beneath the Sith Empire, or otherwise. Bitterly, Fett found it almost comical to recieve the offer from a Jedi Master no less. He loathed the Jedi, in truth, for all their altruism the difference between them and the Sith had been a coloured blade and vows of a better tomorrow beneath them, rather than that of their enemies.

Too often had a Jedi turned into a Sith for their beliefs to be so different from one another.

Too often had a Jedi done countless acts that rivalled the Sith in their merciless nature.

Hypocrisy, that was the word. Perhaps Fett found some comfort in the fact the Sith seemed to understand themselves.

He dismissed the series of invasive ideas, an internal wave set them aside and all their needlessness.

"Are you a man out on a limb," Fett asked, "Or are these Jedi Masters informed the two of us are here now - some Jedi I remember, I made enemies of them because I killed their friends. Do I have reassurances a vengeful Jedi is not to try to take my life, too?"

Wyatt Morga

 

[Wyatt Morga]

Wyatt exhaled heavy and long - his jaw set at the mention of killing Jedi. He was a wraithful man, he'd of just as easily cut Koda down for his efforts - were it not for his status, his image. He was a symbol of the Light - his actions reflected not only on him, but the Jedi of the Galaxy; and it wouldn't do to see them simply work on violence and vengeance.​

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"You won't be cut down, I can ensure that. For all you've done, I'm offering you more than a job -", he finally began to say.​

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"- I'm offering redemption. Perhaps not in your eyes, perhaps not in your cred accounts eyes, but to Jedi. To people. Besides; if they want to get in the way that, they'll simply have to go through me as well."​

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There was no smile to mark it, he was entirely serious. He wasn't sure if Koda would be well accepted among the crew - but he knew he could convince them of redemption, knowing that it was the Jedi way to give the man a chance even if he was working solely for the credit. Koda didn't have to get along with the Jedi, he only had to help their end goal - to introduce moral to the Galaxy's populations, and make good on the name of the Jedi.​

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Koda Fett​

 

[Koda Fett]

His brow lofted at the mere mention, unbeknownst to the Jedi that sat across from himself, and beside it streaked somewhat of a twisted smirk at all the amusement it afforded the Mandalorian in the moment. Yet as said moments turned into seconds, so had the benefits of such - the man had not considered a section to be saved, to be redeemed; in an era that shifted fronts and established influences, there was doubtlessly a benefit to alter the view of himself to others and to aid the Jedi had ensured that to come to fruition in due time.

The Sith once ruled, their iron fist and vicious manner held them all in control. If not them, then another force of tyrannical Imperials - the newly founded Imperial Order, the Maw, it hardly mattered for their differences seemed to be so minute that an outsider was as likely to secure a ruler as a winner in a Fathier race.

"Credits above all else there," the man retorted in a deliberate display. "But I cannot track Sith if I'm carrying Jedi on my back, let alone Jedi Masters - I'm aware of the aura, the sense, and the Sith can detect Jedi as well as the Jedi can detect Sith. I need my own ship from time to time, and on those terms I can take this contract."

"But is this on all Sith, or are there a select few to start us off?"

Wyatt Morga

 

[Wyatt Morga]

"Deal.", Wyatt offered with a stoic clench of his jaw.​

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There was some relief to know they'd have an experienced hunter among them - but there was the reminder than Koda Fett was loyal only to the money he would recieve, and not the retribution he was offered. Wyatt could understand that, could even empathize - but he detested the lack of principles many of Koda's ilk seemed to carry. Yet with that thought, he reminded himself that he simply didn't know the full situation - poetic understanding in a moment of digust.​

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He sighed as and nodded his head;​

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"Not all Sith. Sith who have long avoided Jedi Law or Retribution. Ashin Cardé Varanin , Darth Carnifex , The Worm Emperor, Taeli Raaf - the list goes on. Many have survived iterations of their Dark Empires, and we intend to make them pay for the damages they've done to the galaxy - be it through redemption, like I hope, or through execution, as others hope."​

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Koda Fett​

 

[Koda Fett]

"Hnh. Spare me the moral dilemma," the Mandalorian considered, the mention of his former employers in name had stirred memories of another time. Darth Carnifex and Raaf, the other two remained unheard of to Fett - time in the Hutt territories, absent the issues of Jedi and Sith are no doubt to be blamed for that lack of information. "Neither Zambrano or Raaf can be redeemed, the Sith has been both their lives and their nature; their nature is them, death is all that can relieve them of that."

He leaned further into his seat, his armoured arm reached around the booth as he seemed all too comfortable.

"But I'm not the Jedi," his cold voice remarked, "Hand me the coordinates I need, I'll be there."

Wyatt Morga