561So, I am back with another chapter for you all.
As I rushed to get this one out to you all, so apologies for any errors, but this was a fast editing job. Also in other news 343 is dead and a new studio is handling halo now, so I'll be keeping an eye on that.
Anyway I've kept you all her long enough so, let's get in with the story.
As always, all credit for this story idea goes to Worldwonderer and all rights go to their owners. As I own nothing!
Also, a quick shoutout to all those who support the story as well, I couldn't have made it this far without your support!
PS: Also, another personal shout-out to Mandalore the Survivor for his help in the story, it's greatly appreciated more than he knows.
It had been only a couple of days since Chief and Wamoshoool had managed to return to the Mandalorian sector in their latest prize.
A prize they had dropped off at one of Cortana's shipyards that she had bought for Misriah Technology, and for its shell companies to use till they could decide what to do with the ship.
As John wasn't sure whether the Historian would even want it. Because if he didn't then he was going to take the ship for his own. Mostly because B.A.M. was still in the ship's computer systems and from what he had figured out that the Dumb AI had merged with the ship's computer core.
Which had been a risk that John knew might happen.
As such if his benefactor did want the ship, John would deliver it to him after he had gotten the AI removed alongside the 'other' piece of technology that Cortana had pointed out to him.
Still, these were things that John could worry about this later, as he was currently in a meeting with Cortana and the new CEO of the new parent company she had set up while he had been away.
"-still, I can at the very least ensure that we can gain access to Mandal Hypernautics manufacturing facilities, for a small price." Roroa was assuring the Chief as he listened to what she had been up to in the last couple of days.
Which honestly impressed the Spartan, as Cortana had definitely found someone to run their business for them. Or as Cortana had put it: the public face.
Still, the fact that Roroa had managed to accomplish so much in such a short span of time spoke well of her abilities. Even so, John could tell in her body language that she was definitely nervous about something.
'Probably just feeling uncertain about me,' The Spartan thought to himself.
As a certain Mandalorian had told him: You're a rather hard barve to approach!
This was probably something that John would have to work on later, as he had to respond to what Roroa had just told him.
"That's good to hear. If you need any more funds for the company, let me or Cortana know." John then said to her.
"I will, also… if you don't mind me asking…" Roroa seemed nervous about asking this, "Just what is our company's mission?" She then asked.
John then turned to Cortana, who for her part nodded at him.
At which point John took a moment to figure out just how to explain this to her but decided that there was no use in hiding what they were doing. For the Spartan knew that she would figure it out eventually.
"First and for most, it's to develop new technologies that can used across the sector and in nearby systems," Cortana explained the first half of their plan to Roroa.
Who for her part could feel a big, butt coming next.
"What's the other half of our mission?" She then asked a certain amount of dread came over her.
"Simply put, given the sector's current circumstances. We need to build up the sector's defences. Such a buildup would take two to three years at the moment. We need to buy those years," John stated simply.
As this was what Cortana had calculated as the barest minimum time, they would need to create a force that was more than capable of defending the sector from whoever won the upcoming civil war.
Because depending on who it was then they would need to have the muscle to come to an arrangement with the victor of the conflict.
Still, they also knew at the bare minimum they needed at least a year to get everything into place so that they could start this build-up.
A fact that wasn't lost on Roroa who asked the most obvious question.
"You do realize that the kriffing jetiies, let alone the dar'manda aren't going to stand idle while we do this." Roroa pointed out the rather obvious fact to her benefactor.
Because if the Republic, let alone Satine suspected that the sector was starting to remilitarize. Then they could easily find themselves facing a large force of Judicial Forces and Jedi to put a stop to this process.
"We already have plans in motion to deal with those problems. But for now, we have to do with the resources we have available." John stated simply.
As there wasn't really anything that he at this moment should the Republic decide to move in and demilitarize the sector again before the war broke out.
"You're planning to bluff them?!" The disbelief in her voice was completely understandable.
Because what they were proposing sounded like a plan of a Jawa on Spice. Which might be an insult to said Jawa considering who it was coming from.
"It's the only choice we have, as we have to play both sides. Unless we want the sector invaded again like last time." Cortana commented.
To which Roroa could only grimace, as she knew that the Mandalorian people would fight such an invasion. But in their current state the Mandalorians despite being the best warriors in the galaxy, might very well lose such a fight.
Given the fact that since the Great Clan War, the kriffing Jettise and their tsad droten that followed them had every reason to want to keep the Mandalorians down and demilitarized.
So as much as she might hate to admit it, the barves plan might be the best option they had. As there was no way in the nine Corellian hells that she trusted Satine not to take the Mandalorian sector into this upcoming war on the side of the kriffing Republic.
Which made Chief and Cortana's choice the best out of the bad options that were available to them. Still, Roroa did have one question for them both.
"Okay, say that we managed to do this. Would you launch another crusade across the galaxy?" Roroa then asked.
As she wanted to know just what they were planning to do once they had completed this objective. For she knew what a couple of Clans and Mandalorians would do with that kind of firepower.
"I have no ambitions beyond the sector, such decisions would be made by the Mandalore," John assured her.
As the Spartan didn't have any ambitions beyond this moon, yet, it seemed that events were conspiring against him to push him into taking a larger role in events than he would've liked.
All John wanted was a stable sector until the UEG could send a ship to retrieve him, at which point this would become their problem.
Still, he would at the very least try to ensure that the sector was in a stable position before he left it.
Which meant he needed the sector to stay neutral through this coming conflict so that they could build up their strength to be able to ensure their security.
"I've heard that before. But considering the fact that you aren't like most of the other di'kuts, I'll play along." Roroa said.
As despite not fully trusting the Chief and Cortana's intentions, she did however see the fact that they at the very least saw what was obviously coming even if most of the Clans and aruetiise may deny it.
So Roroa would do what she thought was best for her Clan in this situation. And if that meant working with these two, then so be it.
"Well, it's not like we have much of a choice," This comment from Cortana earned her a glare from Roroa.
"Anyway, we will need to know what we're planning," John said as he then put a data-chip on the table and slid it across the table to her. "You'll find all the information you'll need on the chip. My personal contact information is also included in." John explained.
As he knew that for Cortana's plan to even have a chance of working, then they would need to communicate with one another.
For her part, Roroa took the chip and slotted it into a data reader in her helmet.
Still, it was obvious from what she could see that she would need some time to read this over.
"Okay, if you don't mind. I will need some time to figure out how I can possibly make something like this work." Roroa said, even as a rough outline was already starting to form in her head.
Still, she would need more resources, while at the same time making sure that she didn't run into any issues with the New Mandalorians while attempting this.
As Roroa knew that if Satine got wind of what they were doing, then she was certain that it would be more than dar'mandas' local police force kicking down their door.
"We'll try to contact you if something like that does occur. But for the moment we'll be contacting you should we find anything you can use." John said, which to Roroa was pretty much a signal that she was free to go.
So, without another word, the CEO of M.E.A.T. got up and left the meeting room, John waited until the door was completely closed behind her before he turned his attention to Cortana.
"You've been busy," The SPARTAN commented on what his partner had been doing while he had been away.
"Oh, trust me this isn't the only thing I've been doing," Cortana assured him.
As the AI had been working on several projects during the time he had been away.
"Have you gone over the data I managed to collect?" John then asked Cortana.
Because he was interested in what it might reveal.
"I have, and it's… interesting. Still, we'll need to send a couple of probes to see if some of the stuff is still there, thou." Cortana commented as if this wasn't anything major.
Still, it easily could be depending on what they found there. As Cortana might need to, adjust some of the galaxy's maps to make sure that their rediscovered assets were found by anyone.
As it would've been rather inconvenient for them to have a random Republic, let alone a group of pirates stumbled upon what they had found.
"I would've preferred that you were with me to figure this out," John stated flat out.
As after this experience, he wasn't going to leave her behind to her own devices again. Especially considering how close that mission had been on Dromund Kass because of her absence.
So, until John could get a better understanding of how this galaxy's technology functioned, he wasn't going to leave behind the only person who could reliably interact with it.
"As I told you, I had other things that needed my attention rather than a field trip," Cortana replied.
Thou she did regret not going herself given John's after-action report. Also, there was the fact that she now had to figure out a way to extract the Dumb AI, she had paired him up with for this mission from the Harrowers computer core.
"I've noticed," John commented as he then turned his head slightly towards the door in which Roroa had left.
The implication being rather obvious.
"Anyway, the Historian's waiting for you on the lower levels. Also, I have another meeting set up with someone you should meet." Cortana said, even though John already knew who it was.
As he had gotten her request for a face-to-face meeting with him from Leo.
Still, he would keep his meeting with the Historian first, as he had a favour to ask of her.
"Keep me informed of your activities, as I hate surprises," John said in warning.
The Spartan as making clear to Cortana that he wasn't happy about coming back to find that things had been done behind his back.
"I'll try to do so if I get time," Cortana assured him.
As she silently hinted as to the reason as to why John hadn't been informed of her plans beforehand.
For his part, John didn't say anything. Showing what he felt through his actions, as turned away from her and without another word exited the room and made his way to the turbo-lift to meet with the Historian.
John had just finished his private conversation with Cortana and was on his way to meet with the Historian.
Both to let him know how the mission went and to also talk about something urgent that the Historian had hinted about when he had contacted him.
'Guess it's about them,' John then thought to himself as he caught sight of the old man.
"Chief, I'm sorry to say this, but you need to deal with your following. As most of the Clans are getting nervous by the actions of your following." The Historian immediately told him once he was in hearing range.
As the three hundred or so followers of the Chief were getting to the point where even most of the major Clans were taking notice of them. That and certain members were taking matters into their own hands and were starting to make trouble for both the local Clans and the New Mandalorians on both Concordia and Mandalore.
So, it was probably best that the Chief dealt with this issue now before they did something irretrievable. For they were quickly moving in that direction.
Especially if those rumours of them raiding New Mandalorian dig sights and museums were true.
"I'll deal with them once I've finished with this meeting," John assured the Historian.
As he had been expecting the Reclaimers to become an issue for quite some time now. The fact that the Historian had come out and warned him about the problems they were causing meant that he couldn't put this off any longer.
Despite as much as John might want to, he knew by doing so that he would once again bring attention to himself. But considering his earlier actions, John might not be able to keep as low a profile as he might like.
But so long as he didn't draw the attention of the wider Republic or the Jedi Order then he should be able to deal with any unwanted attention from the local government.
Still, this was something that John could talk over with Cortana later, as the Historian had responded to his earlier assurances.
"Good, so…it seems that you picked up quite the ship while you were out there." The Historian commented on the ship that John and Wamoshoool had entered into the Mandalorian sector.
"Do you want it for your collection?" The question came easily from John.
"No, it doesn't fit what I'm looking for. Still, I know a couple of people that might be interested in it." The Historian informed him.
As he had no need for a Sith vessel for his museum, as first of all, it was too big to fit into the old mining shaft. And secondly, the fact that it was a Sith dreadnought would in all likelihood draw the unwanted attention of the jetiise onto them, as for some reason he couldn't understand why the Jedi destroyed anything and everything that had to do with their age-old enemy.
But then again Jedi were a mystery to most beings in the galaxy.
"Do you mind if I keep it then?"
"I have no problem with that. Let me guess you're going to restore it?" The Historian asked, to which John nodded earning him a small chuckle from the Mandalorian.
"I certainly won't stop you if you want to spend credits on that. Thou if you are thinking about bringing it back into service, I would recommend that you get someone who knows what they're doing." The old man said, guessing what the Spartan had in mind.
"I'll keep that in mind," John said simply.
As he was still trying to decide whether to fully restore the warship to its full capacities, or just have it changed into a cargo hauler for Roroa's uses in the company.
"Good, anyway were you able to recover anything from Dromund Kaas?" The old man then asked.
"Unfortunately, I was unable to recover anything," "Figures, anyway I knew that sending you there was a long shot. But it was one I had to take." The Historian admitted to him.
As the old man knew that there had been a long shot of sending the Chief there. But the potential rewards were worth it in his eyes, still, he would try and give the Spartan a blue milk run for his next job.
For he had earned it considering what he had done.
"Also, I need a favour from you," John then said, taking the Historian by surprise.
As the Spartan struck the old man as someone who asked for favours unless they were absolutely necessary.
"Okay, vod, I'm listening,"
"While I was out on my mission, me and Wamoshoool ended up in a fight with a company of Sun Guards. I don't know why they were there, but they might become a problem for us should they decide to hunt me…" John didn't say anything about this matter.
As the old man understood what he was implying, which was the last thing anyone needed at the moment was a private war between the Sun Guard and the wider Mandalorian sector, especially after what had taken place on Sintheti all those years ago…
"I'll have my contacts keep an eye out and pass along any information, still I can't guarantee anything." The Historian admitted to John.
As he couldn't make any guarantees as to whether he would be able to pass on any information he heard before it was already too late.
"Thank you," John said simply, and he meant it.
Because if the Sun Guards became a problem, then he would have to deal with them, but if not, then he might just hire them for certain missions.
As their reputation was well-desired in the Spartan's opinion.
But that was something he could figure out later, as there were other things that the two of them had to speak about.
"Cortana's been rather busy, hasn't she?" The old man said, changing the subject.
For he could sense what the Spartan wanted to talk about next.
Besides, John also wanted to know just what his partner had been up to in the last couple of days.
"She has," John stated simply.
But something in John's voice told the Historian that he wasn't happy about this.
"Anyway, she's waiting for you in the meeting room, I'll COM you if anything comes up." The old man assured the Chief as he then left him.
As John then made his way to the meeting room where his second meeting of the day was to take place.
John had just entered the room, in which he saw a female Mandalorian in red armour sitting in one of the chairs going through a datapad.
But that changed once he entered the room and turned her helmet to face him.
"Su cuy, I hope your meeting went well," Liscia said, as she knew that the Spartan had been busy with other matters when she had arrived.
But needless to say, she was taken aback by John's response to her greeting.
"We're both on tight timetables, I suggest that we get this meeting over with," John stated rather bluntly.
As he did indeed have another appointment to keep. This wasn't helped by the fact that his meeting between himself, Roroa and Cortana had gone over the expected time by at least two hours.
So, John didn't have time to do all the social things that were expected of him.
Besides, it was easier for him to talk in this way.
"Fine, it makes things easier. I'm here to ask if you have anything to do with my sudden offer to be made aid to the current Representative of Mandalore in the Galactic Senate?" Liscia asked the Chief.
John had been expecting this question from her, in fact, Cortana had put in on the reports she had prepared for him when he got back from the former capital of the long-extinct Sith Empire.
Still, it annoyed him to no end that she hadn't informed him about this beforehand, still, he could sort out this issue with Cortana later as he needed to answer Liscia's rather justified question.
"Yes," John kept it brief so that he didn't have to explain anything.
As he couldn't answer as to why she had been chosen by Cortana, as all he could explain was what they needed from her if she cooperated with them.
"Why is that?" She then asked him.
Liscia wanted to know for what reason why he and his partner would arrange something like this.
"A war coming, I need inside information," John stated simply.
To which Liscia was slightly surprised by the honesty in Chief's answer, which made her curious as to why he thought that she was the best choice to help him gather information.
"Just what kind of information are you looking for?" Liscia asked the Spartan even though she already suspended the answer.
"What the intentions of the Republic and the Jedi are towards the Mandalorian sector as a whole," John stated simply.
As they needed a way to get inside information on what the Republic was doing.
"That's a lot to ask you know," Liscia pointed out.
"Will you, do it?" John then asked her.
"If I like what I hear," Liscia stated simply.
As she wasn't going to do this if he didn't have an idea of just what she would be doing. For if he proved himself to be a kriffing fool then Liscia would withdraw her Clan's support for him.
For she saw no other option, besides, she would have a valid reason to do so.
"We're planning to remilitarize the sector without Republic or New Mandalorian approval. All I want is to ensure that the Mandalorian sector is not drawn into this conflict without the means to defend itself. As I don't trust either side," Chief made this fact clear to her.
As he knew that both sides wanted the Mandalorians on their side to use as shock troops against the other, as it had been that way for generations, so Chief wouldn't rule out a first strike against the sector by either part to deprive them of these forces.
For that's what he would've done if he was in command of an opposing force.
"Have heard all that. Yes, I do it, can I that you'll keep your word?" Liscia almost made it sound as if she was testing him as she said this.
"You do, I'll keep the sector out of the war." "While I make sure that we can trade." Liscia finished the Chief sentence.
Everything started to make sense now, as the Chief was going to play an extremely dangerous game, and honestly with stakes like this Liscia would do anything to make sure that he succeeded.
Because every Mandalorian who was in on this knew what the price would most likely be should Chief lose this game…
With that bit of business with his benefactor and Liscia taken care of, John knew what he had to do.
As he had left the compound and started making his way into the wastes, his customized speeder bike easily dealt with the weight of the fully armoured SPARTAN.
One of the many things that John had to get made for him.
Still, his mind wasn't on any of this, but on the upcoming meeting.
As he didn't know any of these people who would be representing his followers. Even so, the old man had hinted that they were rather large heavy weights on the moon of Concordia.
Which meant the Spartan had to handle this conversation carefully, lest he end up offending one of them and getting into a fight.
Still, John was confident that he could meet any challenge that any of them could throw at him, he still questioned the consequences such a challenge would entail.
Which obviously meant that he should do everything to prevent this from happening as he then slowed and stopped the speeder bike a couple of miles from the main meeting sight.
After stashing it away somewhere safe, John made the final track to the small hill that was to serve as their meeting spot. As the Spartan moved up to the top of the hill he spotted a single figure with their purple, black, and blue Shocktrooper armour sitting on the hill waiting for him and the others.
Chief wasn't surprised to find one of the people he was supposed to meet here waiting for him. What did surprise him however was the fact that he had his helmet off, and the face that looked close to a human but had tanned wrinkled skin with a slightly recessed into their skull making it clear that it was anything but a human but rather…
'A Weeguay,' John then thought.
As a wave of discomfort came over him even as he tried not to show it.
For he was still getting used to the fact that this galaxy had a broad range of near human species. Even so old habits die hard, as the Weegury greeted him.
"Su cuy, Chief. I'm Wo'son, one of the three you'll be meeting with today." Wo'son said as he waved Chief over to sit with him.
"Where are the rest of your group?" John then asked, trying to avoid any change in having to engage in small talk with Wo'son.
Mostly because he did not want to considering his mood.
"They're running behind. Work, Clan business, the usual, in fact…" Wo'son said as he put on his bucket, "There's one of them now." And true to his word John spotted a speederbike coming in at fast speed.
The driver then parked it at the base of the hill, as the tall and heavily built rider came up the hill to join them.
"Apologize for being late, I had last-minute duties to attend to." The man in deep red, black armour said as he turned to Chief, "A pleasure to meet you, I am Daem." Daem introduced himself to everyone there.
"It's been a while Daem, remember the name Wo'son?" The man in purple-black armour asked.
"That I do, it's been a long while since we crossed paths," Daem commented as his gaze then turned to the Spartan.
John said nothing as he then scanned the area and realized that something was missing.
"Where's your third member?" John then asked.
As there were supposed to be three of them.
"He's running behind, he said that he would be here when he could." Wo'son assured him just as a shuttle flow over them." That would be him," Wo'son said, as the shuttle circled the area twice.
As John then watched as the shuttle with the markings of the Mandalorian patrol landed nearby.
At which point Wo'son waved Chief and Daem along as the three of them made their way to the landing site of the shuttle.
The ship was fully powered down by the time the three of them arrived.
"My apologies, but I had to dismiss my other duties before I could attend this meeting." The voice who said this sounded somewhat familiar to John.
But it was when the Spartan saw the armour did, he realize who it was, as the blue, black armour with the extended visor was a dead giveaway.
"I wasn't expecting to see you again," Chief commented.
Which was true, as after they had departed John had seen no reason as to why they would cross paths again with one another.
"I'm surprised that you remember me, do you happen to?" "Adenniyc Lar'ken," John stated simply, answering his question.
As he had been leading the Patrol group that had taken out the Bloody Talon, and the one who had managed to convince his officers to hold their fire and allow them to board the ship.
Perhaps in this meeting, John would get an opportunity to ask just how the rumours about what he had done on the Talon had gotten back to Concordia, let alone the wider sector.
But the Spartan knew that this question would have to be asked after this meeting was over as there were more important matters to deal with.
"You all know why you're here?" John then asked.
"The fact is that many Mando'ade I know follow you. After what you achieved, and the rumours of what you can do." Deam stated simply.
"What he's say is yes, as we've been asked by those that follow you to act as their, voice as it were," Wo'son said.
"I suspected as much," John didn't sound at all surprised by this answer.
Because when he had requested a meeting, he knew that something like this would happen.
But the question now was just who they were all representing. As it was a dead giveaway as to who Adenniyc was representing the security forces of the whole sector, but for Wo'son and Deam, John would have to talk to them to figure out what faction they represented.
"If I may, I know that you may not trust us. But you cannot stop us from following you, so what do you want from us?" Deam asked in the bluntest way possible.
Which made Chief start to warm up slightly to the man, as he was speaking in a way he could understand.
"To make sure that this isn't going to be any trouble. As I'm getting reports of the issue my following is causing." Chief stated simply.
Even Leo at the base had been getting those reports. So, John wanted to get this issue dealt with: NOW!
"Well, they certainly aren't on my end," Wo'son commented.
The fleet admiral said nothing which left Deam to explain things.
"They were trying to get your attention," Deam explained.
"They got it," John replied, the tone in his voice making it clear that he wasn't at all happy with the way they had gotten it.
"Either way, they felt as if you were ignoring them, or found them unworthy given what they say…" The big man didn't elaborate about this.
As he was obviously implying that they were listening to the rumours about the Chief.
Which was understandable considering that there was so little information about the Spartan on Concordia.
"What's to stop them from trying to use me?" John then asked.
Because he suspected that some of them might have some ulterior motives, especially if they were working this hard to get close to him.
"They know what happened last time someone challenged you. Trust me, they won't try that again, I promise you that." Deam assured him.
He meant it, even if he had to place himself between every challenger and the Chief. As he had given his word, which would me that if anyone from the Reclaimers challenged the Spartan then it would be an insult to Deam's honour, and he would deal with them according.
Chief simply nodded in acknowledging what Deam had said and then turned his attention to Adenniyc.
"What about you?" John then turned his attention to the seemingly odd one out in this situation.
"Many in the Patrol suspect what you're doing," "Do you know what those rumours are?" Chief asked the Admiral.
Adenniyc didn't respond right away, as he seemed to be trying to decide just how much to share,
"Rearmament," Adenniyc stated simply.
"Would you have a problem with it?" John then asked him.
"No, but at the same time, I must acknowledge the fact that it wouldn't go unopposed." The Admiral pointed out this obvious fact.
"Not if the aruetiise are busy," Deam pointed out this fact.
As it hadn't escaped anyone's notice that the Galactic Republic was in the grips of a succession crisis.
In fact, Adenniyc suspected that there was more to this than was being told.
Because if this crisis was about to break out into open warfare, then they would need to rearm the sector. A process that would be made all the more difficult considering that the New Mandalorians had done everything they could to disarm not only the natives but also the security forces as well.
Which was the only reason why he was here in the first place, as he was representing the faction in the sector security forces that were rather sick of the New Mandalorian policies that were putting the sector at risk.
"Wouldn't help my Clan other than giving them work," Wo'son commented.
This just shows just how badly the economic situation was in the sector once the New Mandalorians had opened it up to Republic exploltiaon.
"It won't help at all if we can't agree on something." Dean pointed out bluntly.
"True, but it shows we all want something different from this," Wo'son states simply.
As Chief was pretty sure now that Wo'son was the ambassador of the common Mando trying to make ends meet. For they were pretty much those who had tried to keep their heads down during the whole Civil War and what came after it.
So needless to say, someone like Wo'son was here really worried about the Chief.
Because the last thing anyone in the sector needed was another civil war, in which they would get things kept going the way they currently were.
"Then shall we start talking over what we all want from this?" Chief then asked.
As this was the reason why he had even called this meeting in the first place.
"We can, Deam, anything you want to add?" The Weeguay asked the big man.
"No, only that the Chief considers what we say." Which was rather expected from him.
As Deam wasn't simply going to take the first deal that was given to them, especially if it didn't take into consideration certain requests that his clients wanted.
At which point everyone's attention turned to Adenniyc.
"So long as we agree that our actions are our own and not that of our Clans," Adenniyc stated, obviously making sure that if there was any blowback from this then the damage would be somewhat contained.
"I can agree with that," John said, which earned him a nod from Adenniyc, at which point the negotiations between the four men began.
But little did these four men know, by starting these talks to create an agreement they all could sign on to, the force subtly shifted once again, as in the coming months to years things would change in a way that not even the more foresighted Jedi or Sith would be able to antisaple.
Mando'a dictionary:
Di'kut - Idiots, worthless individuals, a waste of space
Vod - brother, comrade, *mate*, sister
Jetiise - Can mean Jedi plural, or Republic give the contect
Tsad droten - a group of people, Republic
Dar'manda - A state of not being Mandalorian - not an outsider, but one who has lost his heritage, and so his identity and his soul - regarded with absolute dread by most traditional-minded Mando'ade
Aruetiise - traitor, foreigner, outsider
Su cuy - Short for Su cuy'gar which translates into Hello and literally means *You're still alive.*
That is all she wrote; I hope that you enjoyed the chapter.
I once again want to apologize for the earlier mix-up and report of the past chapter, as that was totally my fault. I'll work to make sure that doesn't happen again.
Anyway, here's the bonus for us reaching over 2,000 followers and over 1,500 favourites posted for the third time.
Pestage, as you know, my former Master claimed to be honest with me. Yet, there were certain things that he hadn't told me, it was unsurprising when I found a Sith sect in the former capital of the Sith Empire.
I was unaware of that boss.
And you wouldn't have, as the planet's name had been deleted from most galactic records by the Jedi.
So, what exactly has caught your attention regarding this planet?
A woman, one my old Master didn't inform me about.
Who might that woman be boss?
A human for the world of Dathomir.
What? Sounds like some backwater planet.
It truly is, as there is no spaceport on world.
So, why is some backwater being worth your time and energy? As you have your plate full already boss?
Because Sate, she was supposed to be taken care of already.
I take it that she's going to be a problem?
Yes, Sate, she is.
Are you certain she's alive? As I remember you making contact with the Sun Guard some time back.
I wasn't, but I felt something Sate, and I had to be sure. As leaving her alone to her fate once I got what I needed from her was a mistake.
Do you want me to set things up to eliminate her?
No, not this time Sate. As I want to ensure the Witch is dealt with, as the Sun Guard has already failed me once, and also, their loyalty is waning. I believe that this; Talzin had a piece that she intends to use to flip them against me.
So, it would be best if I personally deal with the anomaly, I will keep you informed if I require further assistance.
Darth Sidious, in a private conversation with Sate Pestage.
Anyway, that is it for now, and until next time, have a good one.