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Post by Deleted on May 7, 2012 20:39:16 GMT -5
Bev Hettir watched the whoel scene of events take place before him with a silent and observant gaze. It flickered constantly back and forth between the remaining droids, the 'dead' one, at the stranger who had appeared out of no where and assisted in his 'escape'. Despite the figures assistance, Bev was still suspicious.
"By the sound of things, it seems as if the parade is finished. I suppose it would be time to leave this place and get paid. I doubt droid escorts are necessary." His gaze flickered to the scrap on the ground. The visored helmet slowly turned to direct the remaining droids.
"Take this back for melting or examination. Either or, I could care less. I know my way well enough around here. We can contact you for more information if needed." He looked back at the stranger.
"Unless you have something else in mind."
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Post by Deleted on May 8, 2012 12:35:59 GMT -5
"Droids! There is another Separtist spy in your command! Fine him!! And escort him to the 'Red Drop' the place where we execute traitor's!" Maud'Dib then decided to run off.
"C'mon Bounty Hunter, let's get paid!"
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Post by Deleted on May 9, 2012 16:00:51 GMT -5
Bev Hettir ground his teeth slightly. Bounty Hunter, pah! The words kind of stung, eventhough they were partially true. Bev was a Mandolorian, and pretty darn proud of it. He had taught many soldiers for the army, all the while maintaining the traditional ways. Jango Fett was the exception for he and Bev did go on 'Bounty Hunter' missions together. That was understandable though, seeing how Jango was no longer tied to Mandalore duty wise.
With a small aggravated snort, Bev turned to follow after the stranger. After all, what choice did he have?!
"Seems fair."
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Post by Deleted on May 9, 2012 20:23:32 GMT -5
When they where both out of sight of the droids, Maud'Dib sighed loudly.
"Sorry, I know it's kind of stereo typical of me to call you a Bounty Hunter... Though so far, all of the Mando'ad that I have seen are Bounty Hunter's... I'm no exception of course... I probbably help the stereo typing even more.... Even if I did retire early...." Maud'Dib leaned against the wall, his clock still hiding his face.
"So...Who trained you? Kaal Skirta...?? Jango Fett??? If you don't mind me asking of course..."
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Post by Deleted on May 9, 2012 22:56:40 GMT -5
Bev Hettir stood with equal weight on both feet, arms folded across his chest.
Just from the beginning of their 'introductions' Bev could already tell that this person was a bounty hunter, and from the sounds of it Mandolorian. Hettir wasn't complaining, it was good to see someone of his home planet out and about and making a living for themselves. He appeared confident; for he spoke easily and without hesitation. That was good to see too.
"My brother is Jango Fett." He said simply and sternly, no sound of sarcasm. It was straight up facts. He and Jango had grow up so close together, and while he had become Manda'lore, Hettir had assisted in the training of his armies. It was before Jango left Mandalore that they performed the adoption ceremony and officially became brothers. As for who taught him, that was what felt like a long time ago.
"Although this conversation might start of better with proper introductions. Who are you?" The helmet never budged, the visor clearly set and focused on the stranger's face.
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Post by Deleted on May 10, 2012 18:27:08 GMT -5
"....I was one of many soldiers that Jango AND my other trainer Kaal Skirta trained. I was found on Rhen Var, Kaal Skirta's brother, who only wanted me to call him 'Dad', adopted me. Jango asked me a couple of years after he left if I was interested in training some newer recruits on Kamino... What he didn't tell me where the amount of credits....Or who I was training.... Unfortunelty, on my way there, the transport I was on crash landed on Kholma... And that was....An interesting place to crash land... I'm not gonna lie. As for who I am... Well, I'm Maud'Dib. The man who outsmarted Jabba The Hutt, and the man Jabba owes enough money to buy the Separtist AND the Republic...." Maud'Dib took his Mandolorian helmet out, it had a large crack across it's "T" slit. He held it with many fond memories. The dark silver had nearly faded, and the blaster holes in it where still surounded by black melted armour.
"I never could throw this thing away... Many have told me too, but who would want to throw away something that is apart of there many great accomplishments...? No one does..." Maud'Dib said, haunted by his past, and at the same time, fond memories past through his eye's. His large double bladed Virbo blade broke off the strap, and fell to the ground.
"CHA'KAAR! I really liked that strap too..." Maud'Dib said, suprised that the vibro blade broke the strap, it's silver blade had the edge colored black, giving it a demonic look to it.
"Piece of crap strap... I'll strangle that merchant..." Maud'Dib cursed in galactic standard.
"Where's Gra'tua, or Dha when you need them...?"
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Post by Deleted on May 10, 2012 22:59:25 GMT -5
Bev Hettir leaned forward slightly, looking the stranger up and down. Did he trust him; he supposed so. His eyes narrowed before he stood back, eased his stance, and removed his helmet. The long scratches across the front seemed to contrast with the gold and red coloured helmet.
"Jango and I grew up together. When his adopted father died, and he became Manda'lore he and I performed the adoption ceremony and we have been together since. He and I have trained hundreds of Mandolorians, and if he were still alive we'd still be. However, my story is a long one and it appears that yours is aswell." He mused, a small curving up only one side of his face.
"Bev Hettir. I'm an instructor of the Mandalorian Army, as well as a few other armies but that's irrelevant at the moment. It's a pleasure, Maud'Dib." He gave a small nod.
"As for the helmet, our armor is always important. The only time it is replaced is when it's damanged beyond repair or we're dead. You have every right to hang onto it, and you should accept the guildance of no one in the matter for the choice is yours. I agree completely with your want to keep it." The mando traced the three scarred lines across the front of his helmet to emphasis the point.
His gaze flickered quickly to the clatter of the blade before returning to Maud'Dib's face. An eyebrow arched slowly. Interesting choice of weapon, which happened to spike Bev's interest, but for now it'll have to wait. He also had mentioned a few 'names', he would guess, who they were was only adding to the curiousity.
"As much as I was greatful for your help, may I ask what brings you here?"
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Post by Deleted on May 12, 2012 19:17:49 GMT -5
"Well... I....Um... Heh... I was trying to get some supplies for a group I found on Kholma from the black market..... If your interested in joining, I could use someone whose very expereinced... Not to mention the pay will be good...." Maud'Dib nodded, a sign of respect to an older, more expereinced warrior.
"If you do, I'll tell you more about the group.... And it's origins...Which VERY much suprised me..... And we'll discuss your pay." Maud'Dib needed more member's badly. And one trained by the man who brought the group down would be VERY useful.
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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2012 15:42:48 GMT -5
Roken hated the Republic...He hated the Separtist's... Hell, he hated everyone of the tyrannical goverments.... He came to this planet trying to find a bar, and possibley some work to continue his worthless living, when he ran into a cloaked figure with a double bladed Vibro Sword.
"Nice sword... I bet I can kick your ass in a fight though..." Roken said eyeing the man.
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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2012 15:42:50 GMT -5
Bev frowned, and absently mindedly traced the scratches over the front of his visor. It was secure beneath his left arm, squeezed between his side and his forarm. The other hand came and stroked his chin as he thought.
"I'm not a bounty hunter." He said clearly. "Anymore anyways... However, I enjoyed the work." Naturally it was with Jango, and the occasional time he was needed or bored. The two of them had many good times together, but it was at his brother's death that he focused more on Mandalore.
"I won't agree until you tell me who these 'supplies' are for. I'm not a fan of mysterious employers." He stuck his free hand on his hip for emphasis.
His gaze flickered to the arrival of another stranger, announcing himself as stronger then Maud'Dib. Curious, normally people avoided one on one chats like this, especially if one was clearly marked as a Mandolorian. His eyes narrowed slightly, then returned his gaze to Maud'Dib, dissmissing the presence of the other completely.
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Post by Deleted on May 15, 2012 6:03:40 GMT -5
Maud'Dib sighed, picked up the sword, then turned towards the stranger.
"Why would you say that? Your just some lower life free lance assassin. I for one, don't give a shit if you SAY your stonger....Cause I know your not. Your entitled to your opinion. But if you really think you can take someone on, who had to fight off a horde of unrecognizable, deformed, human beings, who somehow managed to stay together and live after there leader died, due to Jango Fett. Hell, I went ahead and reformed the group back into a very power group! And you think, that you. A lower life, punk ass bitch like you, can kill me? Your either drunk, or you wanna die...." Maud'Dib said calmly at first, but when he started talking about the events on Kholma, he grew into a man with a dangerously ghostly past. He knew how many he killed, and that was the only reason why he was still alive....
"I was buying weapons, ammo, explosives... Just about what ever I needed to start a war. I have enough money due to the fact that the Bando Gora use to be, and still is, an Underground orginization that makes very addicting death sticks... It's a bit underhanded... But we also give them to soldiers in wars. Mostly because it targets specific cells in there body, and it brain washes them... The person who originally made this WAS a padawan to Count Dokou. Komari Vosa, Jango Fett killed her, shortly after he was hired onto the planet Kamino.... For cloning. Now, I've re-awakened the orginization in hope that maybe we can get Mandalore back to its former glory, and kill off the Sith and Jedi.... Believe it or not, Sith are no better than Jedi..." Maud'Dib started doing tricks with the double Vibro blade, twirling it around his arm, cathing it, then twirling it around his waste and catching it... The proccess went on.
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Post by Deleted on May 16, 2012 9:06:53 GMT -5
Meanwhile...
" Lieutenant, we have lost contact with BX-892 for 10 minutes now. " warned an OOM-72 as he rapidly approached his superior.
" And the rest of the squad? " questioned the security officer, his eyes opening widely.
" Seemingly fine, but it seems they were unlucky. Or just too purblind. "
" And what do the snipers say? "
" They've lost eye contact with the intruder. "
" Ah... send the chameleon droids... we shall not fail to hunt down the would-be assassin! "
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Post by Deleted on Jun 2, 2012 22:13:43 GMT -5
Bev Hetir listened in silence.
There was a time where he and Jango hadn't spoken for a while... too long for Bev's liking, but it just so happened to be that way. To be honest, Bev loved the 'old' ways, the traditional ones. He remembered a time when Mandalore was at it's glory; and now what kind of state was it in? As an instructor he found the boys loosing more and more of their past, their history. It was disgusting.
Bev supposed he agreed with Muad'Dib; the whole Sith and Jedi being so similar. They had similar objectives, but different points of view. Typical, but it was still an issue. The battle Mandalore had had between them was monstrous, he rememberd it all. Perhaps this wasn't such a bad idea.
"Sounds like Death Watch business to me." He muttered, eyes narrowing slightly as old memories that shoudl be forgotten weren't. "But their goals don't only apply to them; several of us that remember that glory wish it was still... in existance."
His gaze never left the other's face as thoughts streamed through his brain.
"I don't need much in terms of pay, and I'm prone to coming and going. However, I may be inclined to join you. However, I don't think this is the proper time and place. It may be best to get moving before we're discovered... again." He smiled a little smugly.
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