Private The Rise of a Legend

[Marlon Sularen]

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T H E_R I S E_O F_A_L E G E N D

FINAL DAWN
ORD MANTELL, MID RIM

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A strong breeze of wind gushed through the empty industrial ruins as the sound of the air moving across the area could be heard across the area. Once this site had been full of life, standing as a busy and profitable industrial zone full of Factories and Scrapyards, a place in which tens of thousands of people made a living in order to feed themselves and their families. However decades ago, it had been brutally sacked and destroyed as part of an attack ordered by none other than Marlon Sularen himself, who sought to dismantle the Corporation who operated the site due to its association with individuals who had betrayed him.

This place was among a variety of places throughout the galaxy that reminded the High Regent of his past failures, of all the wrongdoings committed against him, and yet today he stood within such a place, setting the stage for something that would at last correct his past mistakes and undo all those betrayals, something that would enable the High Regent to kill his past quite literally by exterminating all who had plagued it, and it would all start with one single meeting with a man who shared one thing in common with the High Regent : Ambition.

With his help, Sularen would continue the unfinished work of one of his subordinates and create the necessary tools he needed to strike down those who had wronged him in the past, individuals who haunted Sularen on a personal level for all these years. There were so many things that both Sularen and this individual could achieve, and should he choose the path Sularen would set him on, he would gain everything he ever desired on a silver platter and more, a win-win situation for both Sularen and the individual.

Thus, within the empty ruins, Sularen patiently waited for his contact to arrive alone with no Guards escorting him or aides accompanying him. If things went well, he would move one step closer towards his ultimate endgame and finally claim the retribution he has long pursued for the last few decades once and for all.

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Tag | Khama Fett ​

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[Khama Fett]

The relative silence of the Mantellan ruins was broken by the sound of starship engines. Overhead flew a ship in the same style as the B-Wings of the Old Rebellion. Yet, the coloration and overall roughness begot its true ownership. Reddish, jagged patterns against grey that easily screamed bounty hunter or pirate. The ship landed just outside of the designated meeting place.

”Eff-Three, stay with the ship” came the gruff voice of its owner, ”Be at the ready in case things get dicey.”

Departing the Razorwing, a lone figure began his approach to the one who summoned him. The man was dressed in full Mandalorian armor, silver and red. A dark grey cloak bellowed as it lay across his shoulder. And perhaps for the comfort of his potential benefactor, his blaster carbine was in full view in its holster across his back.

Once the Mandalorian saw his contact in full view, he stopped at a reasonable distance, approximately 30 meters away. Close enough to speak and do business. Far away enough to make an escape if this proved a trap. While he was young, the beskar-clad man certainly was not foolish. The Galaxy was rife with double crossers and hidden agendas. His orange-tinted visor gaze met the eyes of Sularen.

“I am Khama Fett.” The man spoke, a mild Concordian accent cutting through his speech, “And I was summoned here by request of an anonymous message.”

He would keep his eyes trained carefully, watchful of the other man’s next move…

TAG: Marlon Sularen ​

 

[Marlon Sularen]

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T H E_R I S E_O F_A_L E G E N D

FINAL DAWN
ORD MANTELL, MID RIM

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After a few minutes of waiting, the sounds of starship engines could be heard as Khama Fett arrived onboard of a B-Wing Starfighter. While it had been given a paintjob that clearly indicated it belonged to a bounty hunter or pirate, it was still an interesting choice for a personal ship especially for a Mandalorian Bounty Hunter, as B-Wings were more commonly associated with the Old Rebellion and Light-side Democratic powers such as the Galactic Alliance and the Rimward Trade League. The ship would soon land just outside of the meeting place a few meters away from Sularen's position as Khama Fett soon emerged from the Shuttle.

As Khama Fett came into full view, approaching the High Regent, Sularen took some time to examine the man. He was dressed in full Mandalorian Armor with a red and silver pattern with an additional grey cloak that bellowed as it lay across his shoulder. Fett also made it clear that he was armed as his blaster carabine was clearly visible, held within it's holster. Eventually the Mandalorian Bounty Hunter came to a stop, standing a few meters away from Sularen, possibly as a precaution against any potential betrayal or backstabbing, something Sularen could understand given his own experience throughout the past few decades.

“I am Khama Fett. And I was summoned here by request of an anonymous message.”

"It's nice to meet you Mr.Fett. I've heard much about you, an aspiring Bounty Hunter who has made a name for himself throughout years of hard work within the Bounty Hunter's Guild. And as i can clearly see, your reputation does precede you." Sularen began. He sought to keep a friendly appearance, given that from the look of things it would seem that Fett was very wary of the High Regent. He needed Fett to feel comfortable, which in turn would increase the chances of him accepting his offer as well as make him more willing to work with the High Regent more often, which he knew would be of great benefit to both individuals.

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Tag | Khama Fett ​

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[Khama Fett]

”Flattery is for politicians and ego-stroked Hutts.” Fett spoke coldly, ”State your business with me...Sularen.”

The bounty hunter knew him well enough. The Galactic Alliance had placed a bounty on his head sometime back. But the Mandalorian had no intention of collecting that score for the time being. Khama liked to be an equal opportunity contractor. He just did not suffer those who waste time with long winded speeches and honeyed words.

”The way I see it, you have something in mind.” He spoke bluntly, ”One doesn't seek a particular hunter by name without purpose.”

He had a few theories. If anything, it was his bloodline that made him stand out. Clan Fett had its share of famed members. Not in the least the addition of entire army cloned from a single man from his Clan. But Khama liked to believe he was called here for less shallow reasons.

TAG: Marlon Sularen ​

 

[Marlon Sularen]

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T H E_R I S E_O F_A_L E G E N D

FINAL DAWN
ORD MANTELL, MID RIM

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As Sularen expected, Khama Fett wished to get straight to the point. No pleasantries, just business as usual, something he took a quick mental note of especially in regards for the future should he require Khama Fett's services at a later date. "You are correct in your assessment Fett. And i'm sure you already know the exact reason for you are the particular hunter i've sought out for the job i'm about to propose." Sularen responded.

However it was not only his name that had attracted the High Regent, it was also his potential. As Sularen had outlined earlier Fett had ambition or at least that's what he had assumed, regardless his ancestors and current relatives stood as some of the greatest warriors the galaxy had too offer, capable of standing up to even the Jedi and the Sith. And if Khama Fett truly lived up to the legacy and reputation of Clan Fett then he could end up being a valuable asset for Sularen and the Final Dawn.

"That being said, the job in question is quite simple. I need you to find a young Jedi Padawan by the name of Cailen Corso and bring him back to me alive. The Condition in which you bring him to me does not matter, but as long as he breathes i'll see to it that you will be payed appropriately."

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Tag | Khama Fett ​

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