[b][right]XARTHAS [sup]CONCORD DAWN[/sup][/right][/b] Xarthas sat quietly on the floor of the old hall in his clan enclave. Legs crossed, resting in his hands on his lap was a bowl of Aunt Rendos famous Bantha Stew. Word had it that Aunt Rendos had been raised on Tatooine a slave before being saved by a member of his clan, and too this day she still managed to somehow find Bantha meat in a local bazhaar, get it for a reasonable price and then cook it to perfection. He sat in among clan mates, most of them his junior or his senior. In front of the fire at the other end of the hall Odd Ball stood “-Like flying through a thick mist. Lights barely managed to cut the fog, and the native fauna messed with our thermals. Blaster fire rolled through the clouds, this was back in the day before our ships had any shields.” There was some oohs and ahs from the younger members of the enclave. “The Umbaran fighters were weird looking things, a solid ship and then a hovering cockpit. I had two fighters fly above me, diving down out of nowhere. Firing on the reverse thrusters I tilted the nose up and lanced them as I hit the main thrusters and pulled a vertical.” “Pushing up, Hotshot on my tail I lanced the one on the right and he hit the one on the left. They bailed as the ate dirt. That’s when we received the call that General Skywalker and the 501st had been ambushed from behind and that they were falling back, needed close air support. As the closest units we were assigned-” One of the younger kids raised his hand, and Xarthas smirked. When he was a child he had asked the [i]exact[/i] same question that he knew this one was going to ask. “Bav’odu.” “-Yes child?” “I thought you were in your Z-95s. They’re not bombers.” The old clone chuckled. “Not technically. They’re meant to be multi-purpose, and it's true that the Y-Wing was designed for bombing, and is such a strong powerhouse that its still used today, but in war you have to use whatever assets you have that are available.” Xarthas stood, placing his bowl of stew down as his communicator trilled. He excused himself as he walked out of the room, pulling his helmet on before he removed his communicator from his belt and raised it before him. A holographic image of Admiral Killian appeared and Xarthas nodded his greeting. “Admiral Killian, I wasn’t expecting to hear from you so soon after the last shipment. You’ve never ordered as much before, what are you after?” While Talik was away handling the business of getting the mandalorians to assist in breaking her twin out of Grievous' clutches, the man went about getting their ships repaired and refit. The mandalorian docking ring was handling the major repairs on the Liberator herself and most of their ships, but some of the gunships needed additional repairs and almost all the smaller craft need their missiles and likes replaced. [Color=green]"Ah, apologies for reaching out so suddenly, Xarthas."[/color] The man said in a polite tone towards the Mandalorian. [Color=green]"The truth is, we're currently docked at your orbital ring above Mandalore. We're in desperate need of some minor repairs and restocking ammunition on some of the smaller craft. I trust you can help us with our shopping list?" The man asked as the hologram tapped a data pad and sent said list to the smuggler. [Color=green]"Think you can help us there, lad?"[/color] Xarthas raised his left arm while he continued to hold his hologram transmitter in his right as the list was relayed to him from the [i]Nightfury[/i]. He nodded as he worked his way through the list. While it wasn’t terribly easy to get some of these things it was all possible given time. The more pressing issue was what had happened. “If you don’t mind me saying Admiral, but a lot of this is stuff you [i]just[/i] received, what kind of mess did you get yourself into?” He was already walking towards his ship, no doubt his quick pace was being transmitted through the hologram to wherever Killian was viewing the transmission. [color=green]"I'm not at liberty to discuss such matters. If you must know, you can ask the Fox herself. Though I fear you might have to wait on that."[/color] The man said with a soft sigh, thinking for a second. It was still odd that Talik did not have an official rank despite being their leader, and calling her by parts of the title given from her actions of Ryloth still felt odd to the military man. [color=green]"I trust your response means you can help us, Xarthas?"[/color] Xarthas sighed. “I can get you a lot of the small arms you need on the spot, the bigger items are going to take time, so if you have any kind of timeframe you can give me then that would be helpful.” He waved too Chuckles who was down the bottom of the ramp of his ship, using his free hand he performed a motions of actions that had been programmed into the little droid who wheeled off in the direction of a hidden weapons cache via the turbolift that was used to lower people to the bottom of the cliff. No doubt the little droid had already been eavesdropping and as such knew exactly which ordnance to get. “Also I’m adding an additional ten percent to my usual fee, if you choose to go through with this. I’ll help with the repairs for free but I’m having to basically empty my clans emergency reserves here as I’m assuming you’re on a tight schedule.” Running up the ramp he sat himself in the cockpit, transferring the hologram to the ships console. “I understand your discretion, and your loyalty to your [i]Alor[/i] but the more information you can give me right now, the better I can be of assistance and the cheaper it is for everyone. I may even have some ideas of extra supplies I can bring aboard. If I was in it solely for the money I could have sold you poor grade arms or sold you out to the Separatists a hundred times over. I believe in what you’re doing, help me help you.” At this point he heard footsteps behind him, muting the audio receiver on the device so the Admiral couldn’t hear him he turned around to find himself face to face with Odd Ball, dressed all in his old pilot gear, minus the helmet. “Get out of the cockpit Xarthas and load up the supplies, I’ll do pre-flight-” Xarthas was about to interrupt when the old clone raised a hand. “I owe the Admiral a favour. I’m flying shotgun on this one.” Xarthas climbed out of the seat as Odd ball sat down in the co-pilot seat, unmuted the transmitter and spoke into it. “Admiral Killian, CC-2237 Odd Ball reporting in. Don’t worry about the tab Admiral, this ones on me. I want in.” [color=green]"Good to see you again, Oddball. We'll be happy to have you onboard, although I must insist on the tab, Xarthas needs to make a living."[/color] The admiral insisted, studying the two through the hologram for a long moment. [Color=green]"I also must insist on keeping the details vague, you can ask the Fox herself when she returns to the Liberator."[/color] The man added, unwilling to share the details that the mission was personal for Talik. Xarthas and Odd Ball looked at each other, both of them sharing an unseen look. Almost as if there was non-verbal communication between the two of them. Xarthas turned back to the transmitter. “Keep your secrets then. If you have anything else too say, you can tell [i]Ba’vodu.[/i].” With that the Mandalorian turned and left the cockpit, leaving Odd Ball on with the Admiral. Taking the turbolift down to the hidden cache, one hand scan later he was stood in the vault. Chuckles was perched atop a forklift moving crates of weapons and ordnance as Xarthas walked over, patting the small droid on the head. “I don’t like this y’know.” The droid let out a low whine. “I don’t like being called out of the blue, rearming a ship that we just loaded to the nines with explosives only for them to show up needing more and damaged. The whole thing stinks to me.” Xarthas looked around the room as the droid let out another stream of expletives. “It just does. I was always told, never trust a man who claims he has no ammo when you know his blasters loaded.” There was a confused series of beeps from the small astromech. “It just seems suspicious to me, somethings going on.” The little droid navigated the load onto the turbolift, placing it down gently and then continuing its work while Xarthas stood being [i]very[/i] unhelpful, atleast to Chuckles perspective as he was contemplating the mission ahead of them. “It can’t be a foothold situation. They would never have actually made it into Mandalorian space. I’m sure its inspection was very thorough at the border of our space. Maybe they were attacked?” Chuckles chimed in something that [i]may[/i] have been ‘You know this would go faster if you were helping’. “Hold on Chuckles, I’m trying to figure this out. You’re doing a great job, worthy of that oil bath you’ve been badgering me for.” That ought to shut the little droid up. “It couldn’t have been an attack on them, if the Separatists had discovered where the [i]Liberator[/i] was then no doubt they would have destroyed it.” He wagged his finger at the little droid who let a low whirr of discontent out at being pointed at. “I bet you she attacked something. Something big, I mean I don’t know why that’s her home base!” He sighed. “Oh it’s something important!” With that he hopped into his own forklift and started moving arms. Tapping his comm he opened a channel to one of his old contacts on Mandalore. “Mar. I need some arms, I’m sending you a list. I’ll be there in a half hour.” [hider=Special thanks] [@JessieTargaryen] for playing the role of Killian[/hider]