[u][b]Vorax
Mandalore
Keldabe City[/b][/u]

Vorax took a sip from his drink and looked over what remained of the [i]Silver Fangs[/i] commanders. He wasn't surprised that the majority of them were understandably angry over having to leave Hutt space. Many of them had been slaves of the Hutts before Vorax had managed to liberate them and they were still hungry for blood against their former owners. The commanders were trying to keep from disturbing the other patrons with their discussion but the noise level was rising considerably. The captain of the [i]Hound's Charge[/i], a one armed Weequay named Xoren took charge of the discussion by slamming his remaining hand on the table to get everyone's attention.

"If everyone could please quiet down." The Weequay said politely as the noise level at the table began to go back down. Xoren was usually quiet but his skills as a tactician were nearly unparalleled and had made him an essential part of planning raids. Not to mention he was as respected as Vorax was among the crews, when he spoke, everyone listened. Vorax smiled a toothy smile at the Weequay as thanks and began to speak once he could be heard by everyone. "Friends, I ask you to put aside your thirst for blood long enough for us to decide on the future of the [i]Silver Fangs.[/i]. Our numbers are at a fraction of what they once were. Our ships are badly damaged, I'm not even sure when the [i]Guiding Light[/i] will be functional again and the rest of our vessels are in no shape for a fight. But most importantly, we have lost many of our comrades in arms, our friends and for some of us...our family. It is imperative we don't let our thirst for revenge impair our judgement. No good will come from returning to Hutt space in a blind rage."

The Trandoshan leaned forward over the table. "I have a proposal for all of you. During our time in Hutt space we managed to gather quite a bit of data from our raids, not just on the Hutts but on certain large pirate groups, Hutt mercenaries, even data on the Empire and the CIS." Xoren scowled for a moment as he recalled the raid that had allowed them to get the CIS data. "Captain, we lost good men in that fight, I hope you aren't suggesting [i]giving[/i] them the data as a sign of our goodwill. We need credits and honestly, a new mechanical arm is the first thing on my list when I have enough." Vorax shook his head. "I'm actually suggesting we ally with the Republic of Mandalore."

The outburst of shock and confusion from the table drew a few eyes from the other patrons before Xoren slammed his hand down on the table a few times to silence the outburst. Vorax looked each of his remaining commanders. "Think about it, The Republic of Mandalore has already beaten the Hutts back once before and the Hutts are frightened enough not to screw with them. We have the opportunity to align with a major power that despises the Hutts as much as we do. I suggest we offer the data we gathered in exchange for being allowed to join up with the Mandalorians. 

Torro, who was staying uncharacteristically silent finally spoke. "Captain, I think it's a good idea but I feel I need to ask: are you the one making this decision? As I recall, when we joined up you said each commander would have a say. Vorax shook his head. "Of course not, my friends. We'll take a vote and see what you all think. So what say you, my friends? Who is for and who is against?"

Each of the remaining commanders looked at one another and each of them raised their hands in a show of support for Vorax's plan."

"Excellent." Vorax smiled a toothy smile to his commanders. "Now we just need to find someone in charge." He said with a hissing chuckle.