The message was in dadita, mandalorian code, not openly used since the war with the sith, not that Talia could recall anyway. It took several minutes to decode it, and she occupied herself cleaning the gore from her latest kill from her buy’ce, feet resting up on the console of her cockpit, the latest holonet newscast echoing around her.
“...suffered heavy losses after an unprovoked attack on Utapau. Our sources have confirmed that the attack was launched by the Mandalorian Empire, and rumours speculate that the Emperor of the Sith, Darth Carnifex himself, was present. What it was they wanted, or why Ra Vizsla would push his forces so far west is something that is open to much debate, but knowing that The Sith Empire is in cohorts with such a violent group is something of great concern. They’ve hit the Collective, the First World Coalition and turned against the Galactic Alliance during the defense of Dagobah and that was only in the first few months following the end of their own Civil War. Is it Ra’s desire to make an enemy of the entire galaxy?”
“Well, with their recent skirmish with the First Order on Lanteeb and then this violent attack against the Outer Rim Coalition it’s beginning to seem like it. A foolish stance to take alone but with the might of The Sith Empire at their back? We should all be very-”
“Off!” Talia snapped. The hologram flickered and died, leaving her in silence, save for the gentle hum of her engines. Her knuckles had gone white, fist closed a little too tightly around the brush she was holding. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, exhaling slowly and rolled her shoulders, easing the tension from them. She wouldn’t allow herself to waste energy on rage over something she could neither control, nor fix.
A chime rang out and she sey the buy’ce down and sat upright to read the decoded message.
Talia frowned. “..the feth…” She’d have thought they’d give more of a location than a planet, especially one in Galactic Empire territory, if too many mandalorians began wandering round looking for each other, they might think they were under attack like everyone else seemed to be. There was an holoimage attached to the message, she flicked on.
A swoop bike, with a rider bent low over its body. ‘Box 43’ painted on its side. Talia grinned. It’d been a while since she’d seen a swoop race, or another mandalorian she didn’t want to shoot. She reached for the navicomp, entering Tattoine’s coordinates, the news report completely forgotten. She’d be there just in time.
“...suffered heavy losses after an unprovoked attack on Utapau. Our sources have confirmed that the attack was launched by the Mandalorian Empire, and rumours speculate that the Emperor of the Sith, Darth Carnifex himself, was present. What it was they wanted, or why Ra Vizsla would push his forces so far west is something that is open to much debate, but knowing that The Sith Empire is in cohorts with such a violent group is something of great concern. They’ve hit the Collective, the First World Coalition and turned against the Galactic Alliance during the defense of Dagobah and that was only in the first few months following the end of their own Civil War. Is it Ra’s desire to make an enemy of the entire galaxy?”
“Well, with their recent skirmish with the First Order on Lanteeb and then this violent attack against the Outer Rim Coalition it’s beginning to seem like it. A foolish stance to take alone but with the might of The Sith Empire at their back? We should all be very-”
“Off!” Talia snapped. The hologram flickered and died, leaving her in silence, save for the gentle hum of her engines. Her knuckles had gone white, fist closed a little too tightly around the brush she was holding. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, exhaling slowly and rolled her shoulders, easing the tension from them. She wouldn’t allow herself to waste energy on rage over something she could neither control, nor fix.
A chime rang out and she sey the buy’ce down and sat upright to read the decoded message.
Ra Vizsla is not our Mand’alor
The Empire is not our Clan.
Taungsday, 1300hrs
Tattooine.
Talia frowned. “..the feth…” She’d have thought they’d give more of a location than a planet, especially one in Galactic Empire territory, if too many mandalorians began wandering round looking for each other, they might think they were under attack like everyone else seemed to be. There was an holoimage attached to the message, she flicked on.
A swoop bike, with a rider bent low over its body. ‘Box 43’ painted on its side. Talia grinned. It’d been a while since she’d seen a swoop race, or another mandalorian she didn’t want to shoot. She reached for the navicomp, entering Tattoine’s coordinates, the news report completely forgotten. She’d be there just in time.