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Mandalorians, Old and New
Upon deciding that delaying getting help was out of the question, Elias made a beeline for the club where he’d seen both the other Mandalorians in the hope at least one of them was still there. As he walked in, he was met with the sight of only one, and after a moment’s thought, finally placed where he’d seen the armor before. The man sitting at the bar was one of Clan Fist’s Neo-Crusaders, and while Clan Ordo used to have bad blood with them, the recent gaining of Mandalore’s independance from the Empire, and a new leader chose, had had all those grudges buried. Sighing, he accepted fate and approached, but kept his helmet on. Most Neo-Crusaders collected on bounties after all. “Name’s Elias Ordo. Koren’s hired me to do a job for him, but wants me to get extra help. I’ve got one hundred thousand credits to do it with. Fifty thousand now, fifty thousand when we get back. Sound good?”
Sol’id had been in the middle of ordering a new drink when approached. The powerful Mando clad in full body armor turned his head to see a face he’d only seen in passing. After gauging the man for a moment, he turned his full body toward him at the prospect of such coin. “It probably does.” Sol replied, standing up to his full height. “What would this job be?”
Elias’s gaze follows the other Mando as he stands before he shrugs in answers to the man’s question. ”I’ve been informed details will be passed along en route. All I know is it sounds like we’re supposed to be doing some kind of pick up job near Pando.”
En Route Sol’id thought. He didn’t enjoy not having the information up front. But Koren wasn’t known for screwing people over, and he couldn’t think of why this man in front of him would lie. “Fair enough.” He said, his hands flexing, itching to get his equipment back from the front. “I have my own transportation. Unless Koren is providing some.”
Elias shook his head as he turned to lead the way out and back towards one of Paradise’s many entrances. ”Nope, that’ll be my job. But if you’ve got a ship, I’ll just send you the coordinates and meet you there.” He paused outside the club and put some thought into it before sighing. He really hoped this didn’t come back to haunt him. ”Actually, how about we both go in my ship? I’m sure Koren will have some form of surveillance at the site and two ships would look bad.”
Sol’id was just strapping back on his weapons and extra equipment when Elias suggested they travel in the same transport. It wasn’t exactly ideal, just in case things went south. He didn’t want to be reliant on another vehicle or pilot. But the logic was sound. After a moment’s hesitation, he nodded. “Very well. What kind of ship do you use?”
Elias retrieved his own gear, the Black Nebula blasters going into their holsters smoothly and the vibrosword into the sheath just in front of his jetpack, and wrist launcher back into place, along with a short sync up to ensure it would work when he needed it to, and then he lead the way to his hangar. ”An old XS Light Freighter from back when Jedi were supposed to be like gnats. The guy who owned it before me kept it upgraded, so the hull’s old fashioned, but everything else is new.” Elias finished talking just as the ship came into view.
Sol’id remembered that design, taking the info in as he slide on and locked the rocket launcher along his wrist. “Not a bad flier.” He admitted. Most older ships could keep up with whatever junk was getting wrought out of factories nowadays. He stepped beside Elias and hefted his Czerka Mandalorian Blaster, glancing at him. “Ready when you are...partner.”
Elias took pride in his ship and only side glanced at Sol’id when he said partner, but the idea wasn’t exactly horrible, and so they embarked, the ramp raising as the member of Clan Fist entered the boarding hatch. Elias wasted no time in heading for the cockpit, which was just a short hallway away from the crew rest area. In a matter of moments, the ship was off Paradise and on it’s way through Hyperspace, heading for the coordinates that Koren had already given. “So, since we’re working together, I feel knowing more about each other than our clan names would be good. But you already have my name, so how about yours?” Elias said as he emerged from the cockpit area and took a seat on the couch, removing his helmet to show his face for the first time since the pair had actually met.
Elias was younger than Sol’id would have thought. He guessed that was why he seemed to be naive enough to want to be friendly. But he guessed he could give him his name, though the helmet would stay on. “Sol’id of the Clan Fist” he replied, before continuing after a pause. “Been mostly working for the Hutts the past decade, outer and mid rim worlds.” The large bounty hunter replied after a second of thought. “You’re from the core?” He asked.
The recognition of where he was born caused Elias to flinch slightly, but it wasn’t something he was unaccustomed to anymore and he offered a nod. “I am. I wasn’t born into Clan Ordo, but they took me in all the same. I’ve been told my beskar’gam is one of the newest suits to be seen in generations, as it’s one of the first new ones to be forged from scratch instead of handed down.” He sighed as he realized Sol’id wasn’t eager to be sociable.
”Crew quarters is down the right hall, or at least you get there quicker that way. Pick a bunk, rest if you want or wander around. It’s gonna be a few hours before we reach the coordinates.”
Sol’id regarded the younger man for a moment, unmoving. His expression unreadable behind his helm, but within a few moments he spoke. “You’re a mandalorian.” He said, as if that was all that was needed to succeed. “That’s enough for me to feel honored to fight alongside you.” With that, he placed his fist to his chest, and went to rest find a place to rest before they would arrive.
