We Meet Again

[Cameron Centurion]

Bay of Tears
Vjun, 0730

The definitively unique design of the Indomitable swept low over the turbulent waters of Vjun. Silently, Cameron Centurion's large frame sat in a chair arrayed not with flight surface controls but rather a number of consoles designed for interfacing with communications, weapons systems, and navigation systems. At the time being, however, Cameron's silver-green gaze was focused intently out the forward viewport as the two pilots in front of him managed the business of flying the stealth infiltrator.

"We're approaching the Bay of Tears, Lord Ashmedai."

"Very well. Sensors?"

"No change, Lord Ashmedai."

"Very well..." The Sith Lord made a few keystrokes to activate a topographical overlay that would compensate for the reduced visibility of Vjun's natural dark atmosphere. "Set her down on that ridge, four hundred meters to the west."

"As you command, Mi'lord."

Within ten minutes, the Daisya Infiltrator had completed the final landing sequence and nestled softly onto the barren surface of Vjun. Multiple figures descended down the loading ramp, four Troopers embarked specifically for security of the vessel and the dark blue and gray cloaked figure of Cameron Centurion. Bright orbs gazed out from beneath the veil of darkness provided by the hood of his cloak as the Sith Lord approached the edge of the ridge upon which the Indomitable rested.

Following a brief pause, the Sith Lord took a casual step off and plunged several hundred meters down to sea level, landing with a moderate billow of fabric and debris courtesy of a subtle manipulation of the Force. Casually, Cameron proceeded forward towards the dark waters of the Bay of Tears to await [member="Ailyn Kelborn"], his Death Watch contact.

 

[Ailyn Kelborn]

[member="Cameron Centurion"]

Vjun wasn't a place Ailyn remembered visiting. And well, the place kinda creeped her out. But, she'd never admit it. She was after all, here to work. And specifically to meet a contact. The very same who she'd crossed paths with on the abandoned freighter only weeks before. The thought still sent odd tingles down her spine. She wasn't exactly sure what to make of that whole situation. At least her and her crew had made off with some useful bits of tech. If not for the condition of some of those fighters, they might have made off with even more.

Sighing, Ailyn shook her head. At least they'd been able to put the hurt on some of those who still claimed to be Mandalorians. And yet, they seemed more content to bicker amongst themselves about the actions of one person, instead of looking for ways to actively bring that person to justice. Ailyn frowned. She had heard about what happened at Roche. And had honestly expected more out of the Clans, given the reputation they'd held in the past.

She wasn't sure what to think, really. And everything was so in flux. Rumors floated about the Mandalorian worlds of a group which had split off on their own. They purported to model themselves after the Crusaders of old. And yet some even claimed to be working with the very forces with which Ailyn did herself. She chuckled humorlessly. Sure, this incarnation of Death Watch didn't quite resemble it's past iterations. Their goal had been to hopefully wake up the Mandalorian population and turn them into a formidable force once more. And instead, certain among them had taken it upon themselves to splinter it even further.

One had even named himself Mand'alor. That caused her stomach to sour a little. Whoever he was, he'd seized the moment. While she couldn't fault him for that in the least, it didn't much help the rest of the Mandalorians. There were rumors that the two groups were allies of a sort, but until recently, there was nothing to support that. Her scouts had even reported elements of the Mandalorian Empire - as it was calling itself - working directly against them in the guise of calling themselves Death Watch. Ailyn shook her head. Staying focused on such matters wasn't something which would help her focus. not in the least. She was here to meet a contact. What would come of this particular encounter, she didn't know.

 

[Cameron Centurion]

Cameron had noted the lone vessel parked some four hundred meters down from his present location near the water. However, after another several minutes of waiting patiently, he surmised that perhaps [member="Ailyn Kelborn"] was busy. Or...maybe this was part of some elaborate Mandalorian plan to draw him out into the open. In truth it mattered little. It wasn't death that the Sith Lord feared. He feared only living a mediocre life.

Purposeful strides carried the large Sith towards his destination. As he approached the vessel, Cameron reached out with the Force, silently groping against the hull of the vessel before allowing his presence to flood to the interior. He'd not had enough exposure to Ailyn to specifically sense her presence, but he did sense someone.

Stopping near the vessel's loading ramp, Cameron debated simply inviting himself aboard. However, he decided breaking into Ailyn's vessel was not the best way to start off the interaction.

 

[Ailyn Kelborn]

[member="Cameron Centurion"]

She'd noted his approach via the vessels sensors several minutes before. And yet, she was indeed rather busy with something. Which was to make sure they hadn't been followed. Cameron she was expecting. Though, she didn't know him by that name. She recognized his stance and his attire as she studied him via the vessel's external cameras. It wouldn't due to invite someone aboard who she wasn't expecting, after all. That could end with a blade through her gut. And that she didn't want.

Though, she was quite aware the very same danger existed when dealing with Sith. She was still a bit put off by their initial meeting. With how things had gone in the Belsavis system, she didn't have many options left. And so, she was reaching out to the only potential ally that she could think of. Frowning, she studied the camera feed for a moment longer. It was perhaps a minute longer before the vessel's boarding ramp lowered with a hiss of hydraulics.

Ailyn knew she was taking a calculated risk in even having this meeting. But, the Kyr'tsad were running out of options and resources. Their quasi-alliance with the First Order had rather fell into a shambles after the clash at Belsavis. Though each group had managed to make off with some manner of spoils. Some of which, she had managed to make good use of. Several of the downed craft from the ship's hangar bay had provided some upgraded tech which her and her crew had been able to reverse engineer for their own uses.

 

[Cameron Centurion]

Silver-green eyes gazed up the length of the boarding ramp and into the relatively well-lit cargo bay beyond. Pulling back the hood of his cloak, the Sith Lord ascended the ramp into the vessel's interior. The presence he'd felt outside the vessel was stationary somewhere beyond the cargo bay, no doubt in or near the cockpit.

Presuming the presence did in fact belong to [member="Ailyn Kelborn"], the Sith Lord took a measured pace towards the source of the presence. As he rounded the final corner, he arrived outside of the vessel's cockpit. Leaning against the door frame, Cameron allowed his silver-green gaze to survey the woman that had no doubt watched his progress.

"Wearing that thing everywhere can't possibly be comfortable..."

Mandalorians. They haven't changed in centuries.