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Enter the Hunter (open to Mandos and others within reason); With the death of the last Taung,order is faltering between two clans- series of murders have swept the outskirts of Keldabe
Topic Started: Dec 18 2010, 01:55 AM (381 Views)
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Night fell like a blanket over Keldabe‘s outskirts, thick and imposing darkness that even wizened trackers and guides dreaded traveling. If not for the soft sounds of distant conversation and the smell of dwindling fire, Shifra would be left to grasp at the air like a blind woman seeking a hand rail.

The dim glow of a watch camp eluded her, the further she walked, the more distance seemed to be between herself and its comforts.

“…can‘t be…I was…”

Women’s voices. That she had not expected- not the gender of the scouts but the fact there was more then one present. She had volunteered for night watch under the guise that they could use the men…or women but honestly it was more to serve a social purpose. It was to be the first night in the week she’d spent on Mandalore amongst her fellow children with room to speak….and there was much to speak of. The day before the present night the last of the Taung - the last Mandalore to helmet a leadership that began her people- had passed.

“for …to speak?”

The Mandalore that had welcomed her to the planet was gone and left to take up the mantle was a young human. Though their meeting was brief, Shifra could not help but feel sorrow for the loss. Her life on Dagobah had left her alienated from most of the events that led up to the unification of clans and though she knew of the Taungs decline…the severity of it was underestimated.

“….done it”

She closed in on the camp and hesitated but a moment before presenting herself to its occupants.


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In a culture where you were not rewarded but expected to be courageous, admitting you were frightened of the prospect of leaving home was not an option and so young Albei Archtov bit her lip when her sister in arms started to say:

“Mark. My. Words…This‘ll be our last night to watch- by the day we‘ll war.”

What she meant was they’d be on the front lines soon and truth be told, it wasn’t just the words but their speaker that left them to loom ominously. Crooked Heart had a way of saying things that just didn’t sit right with Albei…or anyone for that matter. She never glanced; she leered and she never smiled; but smirked. She had a snake like mouth that left the corners of her lips in constant upturned grimness. As she sat across the fire pit they locked eyes and momentarily Albei was hypnotized by the Nagai’s bloodshot pair and reminded of all sorts of dastardly creatures she’d feel better suited to accompany. She would never have agreed to take the duty that night if Shev’ la wasn’t present as well.

Though Shev’la was not much company. At the moment she was lying against a dehydrated log, one arm crossed behind her back and the other spinning a knife around and between her fingers with effortless speed and seemingly boundless ease. Silent as usual. Crooked Heart was a new acquaintance (although most knew OF her) but Shev’la and Albei had known one another for four years and between the time they met and the present she had said less then ten words… and never under any circumstances removed her helmet. Albei had come to recognize its black pearl hue and gold, glaring visor as she would her face.

Some suspected she was a Tusken by creed, but Albei wondered how she had come to be in their company if so. Others claimed she- at one time- had a smart mouth and so her tongue was cut out in battle - which seemed plausible do to her festive gestures but she had indeed spoken in the past. Little words were still words after all.

“Shev’la,” Crooked heart addressed, “have you a want to patrol again?”

Shev’la continued to practice her luck with the blade in deliberate ignorance.

Crooked Heart rose to her feet, armor plates sliding fluidly in place against her slender body. Of the three of them, hers wore the most scars, each plate either oxidized where copper hue had one shone or cratered by blaster beams and rifle slugs. Her skin was white and blemish less but her armor had more damage and ware then a tank body.

The black streaking her eyes and down her nose bridge wrinkled in anger as she kicked Shev’la flank with annoyance.

“Are you dumb and deaf?” she snarled.

Tossing up the knife, Shev’la got to her feet in time to catch it at chest level.

“She can speak.” Albei said passively. She longed to scold the Nagai for her rudeness but thought better.

“Oh?“ Crooked heart scoffed.

She really, really longed.

Shev’la busied herself with checking the inventory of a nearby pack, squatting down and removing the key components of a rifle.

“I hear she has no tongue.” She added, turning to the mute’s back for the last half of her sentence.

“Well she can talk. I was present when she was wed.” said Albei.

“So we have to wait until huk'la riduurok for her to speak?”

Shev’la jumped to her feet, visibly livid. She tossed her blade to the floor, where it stuck deep in the dirt, threateningly gleaming in the firelight. Crooked heart smirked, amused by the rise she’d inspired.

“Now you’ve done it…” Albei said with reluctance.

A soft “humrh” could be heard from beneath Shev’la’s helmet resembling a growl or threat.

“She challenges you.” came an unfamiliar voice from the wood’s edge.

The women leapt for their weapons. They had missed a stranger’s potentially dangerous approach. Careless they had been in their discussion but not enough so to completely miss the sounds of hostiles their ears had been trained for since birth. No…this stranger was practiced in stealth.

And if they were hostile…by now they would have struck.

Cautiously a figure presented itself-stepping from the brush and made visible only by the light’s bending cloak. Another Mandalorian woman, dressed head to two in polished, chrome armor, the night watch’s reflection shining in her breastplate in mirrored clarity.

They steadied themselves, silent. Hands still on holsters and eyes on the new comer.

With a low hiss her helmet seal broke and she took it under her arm, revealing a wolfish woman beneath. Her skin…caked in war paint of red and white with what appeared to be ash gray beneath (her true skin tone?) and a tangle of black hair with eyes to match.

“Ner gai* Shifra,” She said with a thick accent.

“Of the clan Sirios. I… am.. here for night watch?”




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Shifra steadily kept her guard as the women eased into acceptance of the situation.

The youngest sat with her back to her, looking over her shoulder with curious brown eyes and russet hair, her skin was almost translucent in its pale and her cheeks were red as if she spent an extended period in the winter. Her armor was striking and jet black all except the helmet in her lap that adorned a lit lime green visor.

Justice and duty.

There was a Nagai amongst them, with dark bloodshot eyes like that of a predatory beast, lined black with long hair to match. Her willowy limbs were relaxed and languid save for the copper helmet she held under her arm and the furthest was the only to wear a full suit. Sort of a midnight blue with a silver tone…she was unsure if that had meaning.

Finally the young human spoke.

“I am Albei.” she said with a sincere smile pushing up the corners of her flushed cheeks. She gestured towards the Nagai and added:

“This is-”

“Crooked Heart.” the woman finished, reddened eyes locked to Shifra’s as if searching for something.

“and that’s Shev'la.” The fully armored one approached and offered her hand which Shifra accepted, clasping her around her forearm.

“Shev'la…” she mused.

“Mute?”

“A matter of debate…” Crooked heart said dryly.

“You must be the woman from Dagobah!” Albei said excitedly. “Oh I’ve heard of you Shifra.”

Shifra took a seat and slipped the helmet back over her head.

“Yes…” was all she said.

“and what of your clan?” Asked Crooked heart. “I have heard not a word of one called Sirios.”

“They are no more.” she replied. “Gone.”

They were silent for a moment.

“Well then we all know what this is about now.” Crooked heart said.

“and what is that?” Asked Albei skeptically.

“When we get sent for…which we will-”

Something stole her attention and it did not go unnoticed. The helmet-less donned their buckets and the armless took up a weapon.

Hostiles were indeed approaching and they meant to strike.

Crooked Heart leaned into to Shev’la and whispered “Go.” sending her off at a quick sprint into the distance with only her rifle to accompany her.

Almost immediately after her departure the enemy showed themselves.

A large group of their fellow Mandalorians. Three men and a woman.

Shifra lowered her guard, surprised by the seeming expectedness of the events turn.

“What the hell is this?” asked leading man in mud stained armor.

“A pair of us will be escorting you back to your home.“ Said Albei cordially.

Shifra wasn't sure whether to lower or raise her weapon. What was half a clan doing armed to the teeth and rummaging about in the woods at 2 in the morning?

“You’ll need not go further.” said Crooked Heart distinctly threatening as she stepped out from behind the human

The man scoffed, throwing up his arms as the younger at his side took over.

“What’s this all about?”

“We have reason to believe the nearest clan is in danger…Two of their men were killed last night.” Albei said.

“Have you not heard? Not an hour past this time… when the watch usually shifts.” Crooked Heart chimed in.

“We suspect there might be a killer amongst us-”

“Most likely multiple.” The Nagai ventured, circling.

“…so we took post. You really shouldn‘t be out here…for your own safety you should turn back. Wait to hunt at daylight.”

As the group about faced Shifra was struck with an idea.

“We have a Sniper set up…to defend camp. It might be safer if you stayed with us.”

They couldn’t hold them without proof…but offering them lodging wasn’t against the rules. It was a logical alternative after all. How could they refuse?

The leading man grunted in reluctant agreement.

They couldn’t.


Shev’la returned minutes later with her rifle on her shoulder and sat across from the clan as they settled, watching them with the weapon in her lap. The youngest man of their clan opened his mouth to protest but Crooked Heart beat him to the punch.

“You’ll have to excuse her. Insomniac. She’ll doze off around four…coincidence really, that’s right when I wake up.”


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The next day Shifra Awoke and found she was the first to do so aside from Crooked heart. Her neck was sore from a night left to rest with her helmet on- but she wasn’t risking a late night attack unguarded. She glanced at Shev’la who sat propped against the same log she’d encountered her with and wondered how she could bare the constant constrictions of armor…and whether she was awake or not beneath the faceless visor.

The Nagai watched unblinkingly as the suspects began to pack up and ready themselves to leave for the day. Her mouth tightened with disgust, They could keep them no longer.

Shifra Stood and came to her side and Crooked Heart spoke, her gaze unbroken.

“We’re going to lose them…” she snarled.

The crumpling of leaves beneath approaching feet broke the morning silence.

“No...” said Shifra, looking out at the woods.

“Not yet.”
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Emerging from the underbrush that covered much of Mandalore's surface, several familiar figures made themselves known. Although the men and women that had spent the night at the outpost would not know the men that now stood before them personally, their familiar helmets and armor would show that they were friendly. However, only the lead warrior wore armor similar to the night watch, the several armored men behind him adorned ornate bright crimson and gold armor, signifying that they were members of Mandalore's own personal vanguard.

The lead soldier, a young man by the name of Atin Skirata, addressed the females before him.

" Greetings Vode. I am Atin, and I am here on behalf of Mandalore himself. You lot did not check in at the agree'd time, and with killers on the loose our esteemed leader wishes for you to give your report to him personally. Killers among the clans will not go unpunished, so says Mandalore the Protector. "

With his last words Atin hit his fist against his chest plate, emphasising the importance of his mission and the urgency in which the women of the night watch would need to know on their way to Mandalore's stronghold in Keldabe.

With a glance unseen from behind his visored helmet, Atin observed the other mandalorians that had shared the camp for the night. Their armor was stained with mud and debris from the foliage that surrounded them. It had been obvious that they all had been through a wild treck through the outback, and odd occurrence indeed. Considering there had been an area wide ban on traveling through the entire area while the search for the murdering Hut'uuns was taking place.

" You all will be accompanying us back to Keldabe, every eye witness is essential in the search. "
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Shifra was unmoved while Crooked heart rose to her feet and stood at her side as if at attention as they soaked in Atin’s words. Shev’la made her way to the campers and took a lax position by them, arms at her hips.

Across the way Albei rouse herself from a sleepy stupor and stumbled to her feet, scrambling amongst leaves and making a sloppy commotion.

At the name of the New Mandalore, Shifra brought a folded arm to her chest and bowed her head, mumbling a quiet:

“and so it shall be…”

Crooked heart raised her chin and bit her lip with a sharp canine in thought.

With the order clear, Albei spoke for the rest:

“Yes sir!” she eyed the camp as she added

“We will all be making haste.”

The eldest of the captured clan exchanged an incriminatingly sour glance with the woman at his right and with that they set off. Shifra and Crooked Heart took up the front with Atin, while Albei, Shev'la and their captives brought up the rear.
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Fixated on the out of place mandalorians for several seconds, Atin shook himself from such things and spoke with the greatest authoritative voice he could possibly muster. Honestly he wasn't used to the whole "Mandalore's messenger" thing, but the newest Mandalore had been one of Atin's life long friends. Putting him at the top of the trusted list he supposed...

" Please come with us then. Our trip will be swift, and you will be returned here to resume your orders once the council with Mandalore has concluded. "

Turning on the ball of his foot and motioning to the honor guard that were now infront of him, Atin walked out of sight towards the large transport ship that idled lazily only a couple inches off the ground. Simultaneously, the honor guards circled around the small band of mandalorians and ushered them towards the direction of the troop transport ship. Any who strayed and/or refused to go would be either detained of incapacitated in order to make the trip smoother. The high ranking soldiers had taken notice of the uneasiness of the out of place clan, and sought to usher them more so than the female soldiers.

Boarding the ship without incident, the transport shuttle's engines quickly spooled up, rocketing the craft up and forward at tremendous speeds. The craft was designed for rapid insertion behind enemy lines whilst under incoming fire. When not burdened by a assault vehicle or a full platoon of soldiers, the ship was able to make impressive time back to the captiol city of Keldabe.

Once safely back on the ground, the warriors who were to be questioned were quickly moved from one of the many landing pads connected to Mandalore's stronghold to a waiting room just outside the leaders office. Taking a moment to inform the Mandalorian war lord of his quests arrival, Atin motioned for the group to enter Mandalore's main chamber. Once inside several honor guards were posted at either side of the doors, ensuring none got in or out without permission.

The room the group would be exposed to was not what any other faction leaders office would look like. Strewn about the walls were various trophies from past battles and kills, as well as some of the weapons used to attain such prizes. In the middle of the room sat a large holo-table showing a detailed map of the galaxy and all existing engagements Mandalorian forces were currently taking part in. At the other end of the room, a large wood slab formed a table, from which behind sat none other than Mandalore the Protector himself.

The Mandalorian leader was fully clad in his armor and at his side a rather large Corellian Sand Panther lay sleeping quite peacefully. Motioning for the group to step forward, Mandalore spoke.

" Greetings Vode. I'm glad you were able to make it here on such short notice.... Ive been made aware of the recent dealing among the clans in the outback. Your report on the matter is of the utmost importance, every piece of information will lead us closer and closer to those who commited such.... heinous crimes... So please... Enlighten me. "
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The women stood together, hesitant to speak until one made the first attempt, when there was a notable lack Shifra broke in. She stepped forward from between Albei and Shev’la, breaking their huddled line and being the first to look into where Mandalore’s concealed eyes were.

“My Mand’alor…” She said, respectfully touching her chest with her index and middle finger then dragging them to her stomach’s core in a gesture that was distinctly kiffar.

Albei came forward next seeming slightly embarrassed by the display. When they had entered the strong hold and separated from their suspects each woman had removed her helmet save for Shev’la. Albei couldn’t help but be bothered by it, she knew it was just the mute’s way but surely Mandalore did not and with the jungle woman in dated armor addressing him in such a way she worried their group had already lost his respect before it could even be gained. She took it upon herself to salvage the potential…it was after all, the first meeting with their leader she could claim, not even her father had had the privilege yet.

“Mand’alor, I apologize for our …improvising with the watch arrangements,” she said as if accused

“but I think it was justified considering the outcome.”

Behind her Crooked heart stared curiously at the sand panther before looking to Shev’la as if about to whisper gossip into her ear; she found however that the armored woman was busing herself not so discreetly looking at each and every trophy the wall could support, turning her body and lifting her head oblivious to the conversation taking place.

“Crooked heart had a theory that the killer chose last night because the watch was on the opposite end of town,” Albei gestured at the Nagai who lowered her head but brought her eyes to Mandalore.

“My brother was posted…he had a thought they struck when the shifts switched men….t’was not unlikely I said.” She chimed in, soft spoken and passive.

“Yes!” Albei began again, sounding astounded by her own brilliance.

“ So we moved our post to the edge of the woods near the scene of the crime. We wouldn’t have been scheduled to be there for a week so it would make sense if the killer were to strike again- he’d think we were at the other end of town- No way were we going to give them a free pass!” She had the uncanny way of making ‘we’ sound more like ‘I.’

Albei struck her fist to her palm and looked at her companion’s faces for reassurance in her excitement. Shifra refrained from adding to the story because of her late arrival so Albei went on.

“We stayed past the shift switch because it seemed the most likely time for an attack and …well we wouldn’t have been relieved anyway since no one knew where we had gone….” She moved on, losing her focus.

“irresponsible I suppose…”

Shifra cleared her throat and took over.

“The clan came all with weapons in the night…we stop them. Not hunting I think…though they say nothing.”

Her Basic may have been broken but her Mando’a conveyed her intelligence without the flaw of inexperience and so she switched tongues.

“ mhi neduumyc val haar gehat‘dyc, a val nare ruyat arutayc mhi ganar tsad akay gar shekemi. Val skira ti haar kyr’adyc alit bal val hu’tuun bah shad’lar werda ca jorhaa’ir ni bic haar staabi kebise bah vaabir, ner Mand’alor.”

We could not prove they were the culprits but their actions were suspicious so we held them until your call. Their past with the victims clan and their cowardice to roam the night tells me it was the right thing to do, my Mand’alor.
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" Hmm.... Interesting.... You need not worry about any kind of punishment for your change in the outpost's location or the shifts. Your thought process was not incorrect, and if what you say is true, we may have already found the culprits in question. "

Standing up from his sitting position, Mandalore stood to his full height and walked out from behind his desk to stand before the small group of mandalorians.With his arms folded behind his back and his cape framing his legs and feet, Mandalore addressed the mystery clan.

" What say you? You have yet to speak, unbefitting since you haven't even addressed me properly.... The charges against you are the murder of your fellow clan members, and the disgrace of your heritage and name. How do you respond to such charges? "
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The eldest man spoke, the small groups had stood silent and almost huddled throughout the entirety of the conversation concerning them and he had held his tongue until addressed.

"These claims are ridiculous, Mand'alor!" He said through clenched teeth.

"Can a man no longer hunt when he pleases?"

next came the women of the group.

"Our reputation with the clan in question aside there is no proof any of us were involved in their-"

"Quiet!" barked the elder. "I will not dignify this any further and neither shall you! Are we to be persecuted by some back water kiffar while my land is unprotected?"
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" Your land? "

Mandalore spoke with a tone of slight annoyance, but his posture did not show such emotion. Though individuality was quite important, the ideal of a common people and mindset was what made the mandalorians strong. When all strived for the same purpose, virtually anything would be achievable. In times of war many gladly gave up their land in order to make room for training camps or any other type of facility necessary to power a war machine like the mandalorian military, the lack of attachment for worldly possession such as land was just as important as the want for battle when it came down to it. Mandalore always made sure those who made way for the war effort were accomdiated to the highest degree for their sacrifice, and that their land was returned to them once its task was completed.

" Everything thing here is ours... As a whole... You are all the sons and daughters of Mandalore, the Mando'ade. You claim to have been hunting yet you carry nothing to skin and dress your game, nor do you have any way to carry back your prize once it has been killed. While I do not sanction the restriction of hunting, it was a well known fact that the area in which you were found was in full lock down, no one in nor out. As for your party size.... None of your current kin are young enough to still have their trials, why bring such a large party to catch dinner? "

Mandalore paused as if mulling over the situation in his head. Suddenly he took a step forward, he posture quite agressive yet he did not reach for a weapon. Again his spoke, though this time his voice was thunderous and booming.


" So I ask you... Are you going to continue to lie to my face or are you going to tell the truth!? "
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As Mandalore stepped forth, the women of the night watch turned to face their suspected foes, parting as if he were making his way towards them.

The elder shrunk back at the thud of the mask holder's boot, opening his mouth to protest.

"there is no proof-" He stammered.

"Nothing!"

"This is persecution!" The woman cried.

"What you did was murder!" Albei shouted rather uncouth for her earlier dignified speech. She was beginning to take the offense personally and she didn't do well to hide it.

"what they did to us was slaughter!" The youngest finally broke in, his voice shaking from anger.

"Quiet Luka!" The eldest turned to silence him with a raised hand but he continued,

"Those people were monsters! I don't regret a thing! Not one!"
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" What was done between your clan and theirs happened long ago, before even your eldest was born. Having ill will against them for such a thing is ludicrous! It makes you unbefiting to be called mandalorian.... We are all brothers and sisters in this war, what you have done is akin to slaying your own family in their sleep... "

Turning from the accused and walking back to his desk, Mandalore took a seat and folded his hands atop the surface of said desk before him as he continued to speak.

" You will be tried formally within the day, though know now there will be no death sentence... You and all who were present during the crime will be sent directly to the front lines.... Manda willing you'll die fighting like the warriors you should be.... Maybe then your souls will be intact... "

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The elder lowered his head, he was silent a long time, fist clenched at his sides so tightly they shook.

Slowly he settled, shoulders sinking and wrinkled brow smoothing as he exhaled.

His peers watched, looking to him for leadership-what had landed them there in the first place.

The elder didn't speak, he closed his eyes and nodded in acceptance.

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" Atin. "

Mandalore addressed his honor guard lead and long time friend with a voice still full of annoyance. Hearing the call Atin poked his helmeted head out of the the partially closed doorway and answered Delmon.

" Yes Mandalore? "

Visibly calming himself and clearing his throat Delmon spoke.

" Yes my friend... Escort these culprits to the holding cells, do not seperate them however, family is all they will have for the time being.... Inform me when the trial is completed, I will see to the arrangements regardless of its outcome. "

With a nod and a hand motion Atin entered the room fully with several honor guards. Ushering the accused out of the room, the guard saluted Mandalore before exiting the spacious chamber, closing the door behind them and heading towards the cell block to detain the prisoners. With the majority of his audience gone, Mandalore allowed himself to relax, though he did not remove his helmet, as was custom when infront of his mando'ade.

Addressing the night watch that still inhabited the room with him, Delmon attempted small talk.

" Did you have trouble detaining the accused? I'm sure they didnt come along quietly... "
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The clan departed leaving the night watch to answer to Mandalore. Crooked heart's eyes roamed over each one as they exited, a smile slithering across her face as the last one left her view.

"No," said Shifra, "They did not...but we did what we could and I am glad for their surrender."

"Mandalore," said Albei respectfully "Your judgment is sound but your mercy might not be deserving..."

Crooked heart snorted.

"Don't be naive." she said.
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" My judgement was as harsh as it needed to be. They did not posses crooked souls, they were merely guided by a thirst for vengeance that does not belong to them and was born from an event that happened long before my predecessor was even alive.... "


Pulling up a rather large stack of flimsi from one of the edges of his desk, Delmon began causally looking them over as he continued to speak. The paperwork was indeed piling up ever since Mandalore decided to switch the somewhat archaic method of information transfer. It made things alot harder to trace, considering it never once made its way onto the holonet. What made it better was that once it was burned there was no, "un-delete" button.

" Your resourcefulness won the day for you and your group. It is a trait that carries as much weight as combat prowess in my eyes.... something horribly wasted in the frontier... Speaking of which! "

Delmon paused again, this time to put some emphasis on what he was going to say next. He even went as far as to set the stack of papers aside to show he was giving his undivided attention to the three women.


" How would you three like to be apart of a covert operation Ive been planning? My warriors on the front line are doing their part in keeping the bulk of the Republic's forces at bay. They're total focus on that front has left several holes in other portions of the battle line, making it quite easy for a small group to insert themselves behind Republic forces and do some serious damage. I myself cannot join you in this endeavor, but my guard captain, Atin, is more than capable enough to aid you should you accept. "
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Shifra nodded slowly at each of Mandalore's words with growing interest in her eyes, at his proposal she swallowed hard.

"traat'aliit..."

"Us? A Squad?" asked Albei in disbelief. She turned excitedly to her sisters, smiling like a child given a gift.

"We'll be a squad! A-a-covert operative- spec ops!" She ran her thumb along her lips and searched their expressions for similar sentiments. It was obvious that to Albei status meant a great deal but to Shev'la it meant something different entirely.

She bowed her head and brought her arm to her chest with a curtsey. Her decline of the offer was made clear with a shake of her head.

Crooked heart seized the opportunity.

"I should accept." She said, slipping around Shev'la with her eyes slithering over her bowed frame, her arm bumped into the mute's shoulder with deliberate clumsiness.

"A-as do I!" said Albei, raising her index finger.

Shifra needed no more time to consider it:

"It would be an honor, My Mand'alor." she said.
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