Private Trees, Heartbreak, Outlaws

[Nej Tane]

KESTRI LANDING SITE
IRON COVENANT SPACE​

Kestri.

The paths led to Kestri.

But Shogun was a brutal cold, brutal rocky place. Kestri was his next stop- she'd stopped here, that's all he knew. However, Kestri was not a place one could freely strut around. In fact, he was currently being held at mostly-gunpoint by a collection of the galaxy's finest shooters, killers and otherwise scary people:

Mandalorians.

Mandalorians had a strange and eclectic history, and most of it was foreign to Nej. However, in his long-life, he'd met plenty, and plenty had routinely tried to capture and kill him. Hell even one time he disguised himself as one for a few weeks to get laid.

Didn't work.

Nej held his hands up, both of his Disruptor pistols hanging off of his belt in plain view as he descended his ship, The Lucid Dream. He was supposed to meet a Mandalorian here, and while he expected to be treated somewhat unkindly, he wasn't expecting guns all around him. Every angle was covered, and he wasn't surrounded- the Mandalorians positioned themselves in an L-shape. They were killers and warriors elite. Every Mandalorian around him could shoot him and not risk hurting another Mandalorian. Smart.

That, and he was pretty sure there was a rocket or two pointed at his ship. They were untrusting, that was for sure. But he wasn't here to make friends. He was here to speak with Vren Rook and Carduul Akahl . Two of the top-dogs, or what accounted for top dogs.

His empty hands went up a little bit higher as he grinned.

"What, no red carpet?"

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[Carduul Akahl]

Tags: Nej Tane | Vren Rook

He was originally intending to ask for a moment of Rook’s time away from the bustling cantinas and crowded onlookers. Frankly, having that many individuals pop out of the woodwork just to follow in his steps surprised him still—how many times had that happened so far? At the very least, it showed he was good for his word; that he would lend his support to this cause where his fell short. They were just pacing outside when he saw a new ship touch down. Not a Mandalorian one, which seemed to cause alarm through some of his kin here. “...I recognize that ship.” He muttered beneath his breath, perhaps barely audible to the other alongside. “I suppose if it’s causing this much of a fuss it would be prudent to see what it is over…” Came an almost apologetic word sidelong, as steps led the way towards the landing pad that was chosen.

“I cannot imagine what circumstance has brought you here this time, Nej Tane.” He called over, above the bustling and arming of guns as he moved forwards, polearm in hand as ever. Nej Tane, the individual who seemed more befitting a scoundrel than any governor, mining entrepreneur, or otherwise. He remembered them well. They had miraculously, through chance, come into possession of a mostly-desolate rock. At the time, the Neo-Crusaders didn’t have the manpower to begin large scale mining operations on a whim, while trying to fight a crusade at the same time. So, often the task was offloaded to locals. Or, in this case…prospective individuals.

Carduul never really knew why he allowed Tane to keep the planet under governance of him. Perhaps it was the fact he won it through the auction fair-and-square, and even that demanded the agreement to be honored in full. It could’ve been that Carduul was still coming to grasps with the outside world, and was intrigued to see a semblance of his vision come to fruition- vassals working under the Mandalorian banner for a greater good. Or maybe it was all just an inside joke. Despite all of his reservations, he could not deny that Tane did decently enough. He even reported when asked, and what-not—but save for those few meetings and the cuts taken, he mostly allowed him to keep to himself. A good thing, since the man seemed terrified every time they were in the same room. Even if it wasn’t truly needed, amusing though it was. It only drew further confusion why he would come back now that their relation was mostly concluded.