The Cause

[Axelpro]

<from The Conjuration of a Plan>

Mandalore, we're coming in on the Nar Shadaa docks. Where do you want us to land?

Do it in the Industrial Sector, the ship is officially registered under the Crime Lord I collected on a couple months back. I'll be able to convince them that we took the ship from him "legally".

Right away Mandalore...

The Mandalorian left Cay's sight as he sighed in relaxation. They hadn't come across any problems before getting to Nar Shadaa. This would prove to be one of the greatest points in Cay's life if he could successful jump start the movement.

Justice II took the turn around the building quite nicely for a Sub-Capital Class vessel and approached the docking bay. A large screen turned on in front of Cay and a Rodian looked at him with his big eyes.

I thought this was Jax's ship...

Well we had a deal and I bought this ship off of him. Don't worry it was completely legitimate. I just haven't had the registration changed yet.

All right, I don't really care too much. You're cleared to land.

The commission went off and Cay shook his head in disgust at the sentient being. Cay had a bottle of Tarisian ale in hand as he looked at the view screen as the Justice II was put down gently in the docks. The hatch closed behind the ship and Cay stood up taking the small comm device in hand.

Those I have chosen to make a run for Mandalorians will take the datapads I have given to them and depart now. If I haven't chosen you your orders will be to remain on this vessel with Kain as the commander until I return. Felis, Durham, you two will be coming with me.

Cay's commanding voice boomed over the ship's Comm and immediately 15 Mandalorians were suited up in full gear. Cay departed first with the two he had called out followed by the 15 Mandalorians he had chosen to go out searching for other Mandalorians.

Mandalore,

Yes?

Where are we headed?

Ah, we are going to see some weapons dealers I've come along in my line of work.

Durham nodded accepting the explanation and not needing anything further. With that Cay, Felis, and Durham departed the docks as two more Mandalorians came out to guard the entrance to Justice II.

(as for the amount of Mandalorians I get do you want to do it or me? Cause I'm going to tell you right now if I do it, every time I go out I'm probably going to get like 25-35 Mandalorians. Considering how many Mandalorians are probably working as muscle on the planet.)

[Jenno]

(As long as you describe how you get at least one out of every 7, we're good.)

[Axelpro]

This is the place,

Cay looked up at the building, the structure looked fine and was respectable. Everything about it was pleasing, but Cay knew how the insides of the building worked.

Just exactly who are these weapons dealers?

They are some small timers, that can make everything legal and illegal. Unfortunately they are only known inside of Nar Shadaa.

I'm going to give them the chance to become known all around the world. Unfortunately that means I might have to give up some Mandalorian secrets.

Cay thought to himself as he held the datapad in his hand. He winced at what he was going to have to do. Cay was also a little disappointed in the fact that his bretheren still followed him and called him Mandalore. What he was doing was going against their code of honor, but right now the Mandalorians needed to become just that. Cay was willing to break a few rules to bring the Mandalorians back to life.

Even if Cay had to change, he wasn't going to let his people suffer, and that was his driving force as the three entered the building. Immediately the receptionist, a Female Twi'lek, put on a half-hearted smile to greet them.

And you are?

Cay Severn, I arranged an appointment with Larna...

The receptionist's half hearted smile turned into a teethy grin as she nodded.

Oh, you are Mr. Severn, please if you will. She is upstairs on the 22nd floor. It's the only office up there so it is impossible to miss.

Cay nodded and with his datapad firmly in hand he proceeded to the elevators as his two Mandalorian escorts followed him. Cay say Felis and Durham writhing in their suits. While Cay didn't particularly mind he knew that all those under him just despised the fact that not everyone referred to him as Mandalore, or even "Mandalore the Unificator" at all times. In actuality Cay needed to be both to further cover his identity allowing him to move smoothly through the Republic eyes.

The Mandalorian stepped onto the elevator and pressed the button for the 22nd floor, he had his helmet tucked neatly under his right arm. Cay would have to be subtle about his next moves and very precise, and at the same time he needed to be ready to change into "Mandalore the Unificator" at any given time.

The elevator slowed to a stop and the three exited the machine and entered a completely glass level. It was strangely extravagant, creepily luxurious, Cay had always thought Larna had strange tastes. They proceeded to the glass door all the while looking at Nar Shadaa through the glass walls, tiles, and ceiling. Cay knocked gently on the door. Surely enough Ms. Larna's office was the only room there and it wasn't made of glass.

You may enter...

You two stay out here at the door.

Yes Mandalore...

Cay opened the door and went inside. He took a seat and looked the Female Human in the eyes and managed to smile gently. Cay would never be able to do that as "Mandalore the Unifcator" but it was all the more reason Cay Severn was still needed.

Ah, Mr. Severn, it has been a long time hasn't it?

It has...

Cay looked at Larna who looked back at him with a smile on her face.

I assume you'll get right to the point?

I will,

Cay held up his datapad while placing his helmet gently on the floor.

I want you to start making Mandalorian Weaponry for me...

But isn't there enough for you already? I mean just walk down to the slums and I bet you could find a Mandalorian Ripper for about 500 credits.

Cay didn't like the smirk Larna had on her face, she was obviously making fun of him. Cay sighed, keeping his cool and proceeded to answer the question.

You are possibly the only person I will ever tell this to...

Cay had to place a lot of trust into this woman to tell her this truth about himself. Cay hadn't told too many people that he had become an unnoficial Mandalore, but at the same time he didn't come in contact with a lot of people and let them live. If he met someone it was a bounty he was going to collect. The case was no different with his encounter with Larna.

I'm uniting the Mandalorians into a nation again...

Hah, there's no way that someone like you...I mean you're too soft to...wait, you're serious aren't you?

Cay's face remained serious as he let Larna decide for herself.

And here I thought all Mandalores had to be bloodthirsty...but I guess there are "two" exceptions.

Cay slammed the datapad on the desk and rose to look Larna in the eye with a fiery glare. He hated that, it was the one thing he couldn't stand besides his people's suffering.

Don't you dare compare me to the Betrayer...I will take my business somewhere else if you do that again, but only after collecting on your bounty.

Larna put her hand on his shoulder and stood up to ease Cay back into his seat after his outburst.

I'm sorry, you spared me once, I don't think you could kill me.

That was eight years ago, eight years can change a lot...but we're not here to talk about "us". I have this datapad here that will give you the basics of Mandalorian Weaponry. Use it to start stocking a warehouse with Mandalorian weapons. I'll give you a little free reign to modify the blueprints on here to make it more advanced to this time.

Why should I help you? You don't have money...and I could hardly make weapons for an entire army on credit.

Cay was going to have his way, he couldn't afford a no. He stood up and leaned over the desk, grabbing Larna by the shirt and pulling her within centimeters of his face.

On the contrary, I have money to make an initial payment, and if you start making the weapons you can sell some of them for your own profit while when we get planets we can make an income in order to pay you back. And just so we're clear, you owe me your life...Okay?

Cay gave Larna a peck on the lips as a reminder of what was once between them and let go of her shirt. The Mandalorian sat back down and waited for the Human's response as she lightly touched her lips.

You got yourself a deal...

Cay smirked, his suave persuasion having superb effect. The Mandalorian slid the datapad over to Larna as he stood up taking his helmet in hand.

I hope you'll have some progress on the project when I return...

Now I have another "friend" I need to visit about some possible ships...

Cay took another datapad out and flipped it between his fingers that were coated with Mandalorian armor. As soon as he stepped out of the door Durham and Felis practically jumped on him.

Come on, we're done here.

Yes Mandalore...

While Cay knew these preparations had to be made, after all he did expect a full resurgance of the Mandalorian race, but he still felt more like a crime lord at this point than a "Mandalore". The three stepped onto the elevator and the door slid shut slowly propelling them down to the lobby.

(Big post, plz tell me if there are any problems. And if you are a Mandalorian in plot 2 wanting to get in on my clan pm me.)

[Axelpro]

(Here are the Recruitments, if it is 1 post for every 7 recruits tell me at then end which posts are legitimate by giving me a total recruit count at the end cb)

Scenario 1

So why have you come to make a deal with us?

Actually I want the services of that man there...

The Mandalorian pointed to his fellow brother as the man stood next to the Twi'lek. The Mandalorian he had pointed to seemed a tad surprised not knowing what to think. He had never been anything of real importance, hence his position as muscle for some two-bit criminal. The Twi'lek smiled as he looked at his body guard/ enforcer and looked back to the man making the deal.

How much are you willing to pay? This man is very valuable to me...

It's not credits I'm going to pay you with, but I'll spare your life.

What!? Get hi...

The recruiter had already come prepared with a high powered pistol geared for assasination. The shot went through the Twi'lek's head and the criminal dropped. No longer having a legitimate reason to raise his hand against his own brother the Mandalorian enforcer simply stood there.

Our history...

The recruiter slid the Mandalorian enforcer the datapad that depicting the great past in which the Mandalorians had prided themselves in so much.

You'll be fighting for honor, to regain the honor that the Betrayer had us forsake.

The Mandalorian nodded knowing that this new commitment would be better than the situation he was in. With that the two began heading back towards Justice II.

*****

Scenario 2

Anyone here?

The voice echoed out in the strangely silent assembly plant as the recruiter walked in looking every which way. The eerie sound of a hydrospanner at work could be heard from almost every direction. The footsteps of the recruiter sounded hollow as his boots hit the ground.

Yeah...I'm here.

The person slid out from under the ship and looked at the recruiter who was in full Mandalorian gear. His eyes widened as he realized who was in front of him.

Your time has come to serve...

The Mandalorian got up and looked at the recruiter with an examining glare.

Serve who? We don't have a Mandalore to serve...

On the contrary, we do have a Mandalore to serve. That is why I've come for you Kabel.

Are you sure you need my skills?

The recruiter looked the mechanic in the eye. The stare-down lasted for only a minute, but to the two it seemed like hours.

You're a mechanic, it is a rare and talented thing among Mandalorians to be an expert at handling equipment and machinery.

Do you expect me to just drop everything and follow you?

Yes, you can jump ship if the task is too great for you...

Kabel flipped his hydrospanner, and after it twirled a bit in the air the mechanic snatched it back and with a grin he looked at the recruiter.

All right, you got yourself a Mandalorian.

*****

Scenario 3

So why would you buy me a bottle of Tarisian ale? You know this is the most expensive stuff in this place.

The two Mandalorians, one the recruiter and the other the prospect, sat in the cantina tuning out all other conversations and happenings. The Prospect eyes the datapad amazed at what the information on it held.

Because we Mandalorians stick together and right now I can't afford to return to Mandalore with a no.

What makes you think I'll say yes then?

It wasn't that long ago...the Betrayer's actions that is.

The prospect gritted his teeth, his grandfather had the unlucky task of escorting the Betrayer to his meeting. Back when the Betrayer was still just Mandalore. His grandfather, as his grandfather's story went, didn't have any idea that the Betrayer actually planned to surrender the Mandalorian forces to the Republic.

When Mandalore made the ultimate decision his grandfather had to be removed from the room as he attempted desperately to dissuade Mandalore from his decision. Obviously the outcome ended in failure and his grandfather had to flee his home planet with his son, the prospect's father. From there he was born and his grandfather told him that story at least once a week.

So what?

The prospect tried to keep his cool, but the recruiter already had him hooked and knew he was coming back to Justice II with another Mandalorian.

Doesn't it pain you how far we've fallen because of the Betrayer?

The other stories that the prospect's grandfather told him was of the amazing battles he had fought in. Every detail, to just how hot the Basilisk War Droid became when it screamed through a planet's atmosphere, how intense the fighting was on the ground as they pushed back the Republic taking worlds. It inspired the prospect to become something great.

You got yourself a Mandalorian...so when do we start attacking the Republic? I wish for the honor my grandfather lost to be restored by my actions!

We'll begin our true operations as soon as we are prepared from this planet.

The answer was good enough for the prospect as the two Mandalorians stood up to leave.

*****

Scenario 4

Get him, he's a spy!

Sith's spit, you had to go and ruin my reputation here!

I told you I was going to get you on board the Justice II, you are too valuable a Mandalorian to have not serving the cause.

The blaster fire zipped past them some shots coming remarkably close to their bodies. The recruiter stayed a couple of steps behind his prospect so as to make sure he would get away safely.

And just what is "the cause"?

Have some sense! To revitalize the Mandalorian race. To give us a new breath of life and fighting determination.

A shot was coming in for the prospect and was about to hit him square in the back when the recruiter threw his arm in the way taking the shot in his forearm.

You took a shot for me...

Don't think about it too much, I have Mandalorian armor, you don't, I need to bring back a fellow Mandalorian to aid in our cause at all costs, you don't.

Well you've got yourself a Mandalorian.

And with that the thug who worked for a paranoid crime boss had changed from an enforcer to a Mandalorian in a matter of seconds. The two escaped the firing range of the rifles that the thugs were equipped with.

Don't follow them, they could have traps laid...

*****

Scenario 5

You said you are recruiting Mandalorians?

This particular recruiter wasn't having much luck as he had to watch another potential Mandalorian say the dreaded two letter word to him.

Mandalore will have my head on a platter...

Excuse me!

The recruiter looked up to see a face that he could identify was a Mandalorian face.

Oh, what do you need brother?

I need to know if your recruiting Mandalorians.

The recruiter nodded his head and the man sighed.

My mother, sister, and baby brother are all on Mandalore in one of those dreaded integration cities. The pulled enough money in order to send me to this hellhole in order to raise enough money to get them out.

Well you can...

The prospect cut the recruiter off. The following words came out of the prospect's mouth a little more determined and with an angrier tone.

I failed them in that, so let me go back to Mandalore, with Mandalore, as a Mandalorian. That way I can rescue them and the honor that was unjustly taken from me!

That is the Mandalorian spirit!

On the inside the recruiter sighed in relief as the two began heading back to the Justice II.

(those are my recruiting scenarios...if they all check out it would be 7x5=35)

[Jenno]

(35, and you can take a few ships, too)

[Axelpro]

(that's cool, what kind of ships? Not restricted to fighters am I?)

[Axelpro]

Cay walked into the warehouse with his two Mandalorians on either side of him. He had just passed two Human thugs, something that was uncommon on Nar Shadaa.

Ah, I see you do not fail to be on time "Mandalore".

Cay winced at the gibing words from the person across the wooden table. There were two chairs, one for Cay, and the other for the person who had arranged the meeting.

Two minutes early in fact...

The man offered Cay the seat that was designated for him and the Mandalorian took it, his two escorts standing beside him.

Now this person Cay was seeking business was probably the one thing Cay despised most of all, a Mandalorian. This particular kind of Mandalorian that Cay despised was the kind that had forsaken the teachings of the Mandalorians. This kind of Mandalorian had thrown all of that aside and became strictly self-centered and arrogant. They would only use their heritage as a means to achieve their own goals. These kind of people were even worse than the Betrayer in Cay's opinion, because at least the Betrayer thought that the Mandalorians as whole would be better off, while he was still gravely mistaken, he was thinking of the Mandalorians.

Cay knew that this man had put the entire Mandalorian race behind him and Cay didn't want to recruit him into the Mandalorian ranks. The person who stood before Cay was simply a business man that Cay had almost killed much like his other associate.

So I'm assuming you want the expert craftsmanship of my ship making company to start building ships for you. Ships worthy of an army?

Cay nodded his head as he eyed the ex-Mandalorian. It pained Cay so much that he had to submit to this man, but he knew it was for a greater cause. Cay had to revive the Mandalorian race, and these steps would be crucial.

And what exactly will I get from this?

When we are successful, your ships will be showcased across the galaxy, and when we start gaining the benefits from the economies of a couple planets you will start seeing payments.

This particular Ex-Mandalorian Cay had almost killed during his day serving his father who was the head of the clan that he eventually assimilated into his own. He was ordinarily just supposed to assassinate this man because of his status as an ex-Mandalorian. This was one of the three unsuccessful missions that Cay had ever had in his entire life.

Cay could tell that the events that happened before had clearly boosted his ego as he now looked at Cay with confidence rather than the cowardly fear he saw a decade and a half ago.

Well I accept...but don't think this is just for profit. Even a businessman like me has a conscience.

What?

Look, I know you've forsaken me as a Mandalorian, it became clear when you tried to assassinate me, but I can't simply forget you so easily. I have already been to Mandalore, and just going there...it was so painful. Nobody looked displeased and everyone managed to smile, but on the inside. My Mandalorian instinct hasn't denied me the ability to sense the sheer anguish that they had to go through day in and day out.

Here Cay was on the verge of foaming at his mouth from distaste of this entire meeting, but only to have this ex-Mandalorian pour his heart out to him. The businessman looked truly sad as he talked about the race he had supposedly put behind him.

Well I'll be damned...

That's why you need to save them...and I'm building these ships so that you can come to power as the Mandalorian race that was proud so long ago. "Mandalore" even us who have been shunned by the Mandalorian race cannot completely ignore our heritage. Our situation is so bad that it brings us together no matter our current position.

Cay rose from his seat to extend a hand to the ex-Mandalorian. The businessman rose immediately and took the handshake. That was the kind of Mandalore that was needed now, a kind sympathetic, yet determined Mandalore. He would need to gain the support of all the clans, the ability to put them all under his own clan and rise up from the ashes. That was what was needed from "Mandalore the Unificator".

Thank you...

(71 Mandalorians, a weapons deal, and a ship company/ time to make an impact...)

[Axelpro]

Mandalore, are you going out again?

The question came at Cay just as he reached the main hatch to Justice II. He turned back slowly to the Mandalorian he recognized as Felis. Cay smirked, his mask wasn't on so the expression was easily detectable by his Mandalorian comrade.

Heh, what does it look like?

Uh...

Felis was obviously embarrassed, even Cay could tell through much without seeing the Mandalorian's face. Cay turned back around and pressed the button that lowered the hatch.

Wait, Mandalore let me come with you...

Cay knew it was coming and let out a sigh. He donned his dark green helmet and beckoned his comrade with a hand wave. Felis, equipped with his blaster rifle jogged up to meet his leader.

Where are we going Mandalore?

In truth Cay had been all over the place, getting reports on galatic news that was broadcasted and things that weren't so public. As a leader of the Mandalorians Cay would have to be on top of every little thing. Most of the time he would slip out by himself and return to find that his subordinates had practically flipped his Sub-Capital class vessel upside down in search for him.

It took them a while to get the fact that Cay wasn't quite yet in a position where leaving the Justice II was dangerous if unescorted. He hadn't been discovered, and outside of the people he commanded little to no people knew of his existence as Mandalore.

We're going to our Ex-Mandalorian friend to see if he has ship ready for us to use...

Felis nodded and headed off the ship with his leader and destined future leader of the Mandalorians.

(Cb, can I pull out a Corellian Assault Cruiser into my fold?)

[Yoh]

Justice II, the ship wasn't an easy ship to track down, it had once belonged to a 'Jax's' but those days were over, it was now under the command of an ex-bounty hunter named Cay, Or as he was more commonly known around the Mandalorian's Mandalore. If it was anyone else at the helm of 'The Raven' the Justice II would have been an impossible ship to track this far. But Master Shaze wasn't just any other cargo ship pilot...

Shaze smiled to himself as he leant against the wall his Jedi looking cloak covering most of his body in a un-easing shadow, he had spotted the Mandalore leaving his sub-capital vessel followed by what seemed to be only one other Mandalorian. That was odd, the Mandalore had been seen on different occasions by himself, but not this time.

Shaze walked across towards the two, his hood up on his robe and the faint essence of the force would most likely mistake him as a Jedi, but he wasn't. Addressing the Mandalore himself he said.

"Good evening...Mandalore..."

[Axelpro]

Felis already had his weapon pointed at the stranger as Cay gripped his blaster. It was the curse of being a leader in a time of chaos. While it wasn't necessarily chaotic he as a leader was in low standing and nobody would willingly take him and his people in. He was an enemy to practically everything that moved in the entire galaxy. Naturally he had to be wary of an assassination attempt by someone who didn't want there to be another Mandalore.

State your name, I don't have too much time to be dawdling around here.

Cay thought it might of been a bad idea to leave his repeater on the ship seeing as now he only had his vibroblade and blaster on him. His helmet was on as he looked through the visor at the person in front of him.

[Yoh]

Shaze grinned, his face covered by that un-easing shadow that covered the rest of his body, under different circumstances he would have all ready killed the Mandalore and his pathetic henchman, after all people would pay a handsome sum of credits for his death. However bounty hunting wasn't his goal here. Glancing between the two weapons he thought about telling them, at this close range they wouldn't work against him, he could block there maximum of one shot with his gauntlets before easily disarming them both.

"My name?....My name is Master Shaze"

The master spoke slowly his voice cold and dead as he took another step towards the Mandalore and dropping down his hood to reveal his face. Shaze wasn't that well known in the galaxy, but begin an ex-bounty hunter cay should have known who he was.

"I hear, that under the service of the Mandalore, one is paided handsomely, and will...in the end, face a Jedi in the fore coming battles..."

Shaze smiled more breathing a little harder, he wanted a chance to strike deep into the order of the Jedi, he knew that with the Mandalore he would have to chance to kill more Jedi than just taking out the few separated and stranded Jedi around the galaxy.

[Axelpro]

I've returned Mandalore

Empty handed?

Cay sat on the commander's seat of the Justice II with his helmet off. He rarely wore it nowadays. Too much preparation was needed, and right now Cay Severn was needed a great deal more than Mandalore.

No sir, I've brought a Mandalorian, but he's currently being disarmed before coming into your presence. He wanted to meet you before he made any further actions.

Disarm him?

Yes Mandalore

Cay's fingers tapped on the arm rest that was attached to the rest of the seat in curiousness.

So far I've recruited Mandalorians, but not one of them has come to making a personal agenda to come and meet me. Don't bother disarming him, just let him in.

But Mandalore...

Cay winced at the comment by Durham. While Cay may not of been Mandalore the Indomitable, he still needed the respect of his brothers. Cay knew that the job of being a leader was no easy task, and bad things always came about when you lost the respect from your soldiers. Especially as a Mandalorian where strength and militaristic ability was valued almost above all else.

I am Mandalore, if I can't manage to deal with another Mandalorian then how am I Mandalore? Remember that Mandalore is the greatest Mandalorian amongst the entire race.

Yes Mandalore...

Now alone Cay contemplated just who this Mandalorian was. How wild of a character would he be encountering. While Cay no doubt liked fearless he did have a thing against crazy. Crazy was not the same thing as fearless, and if that was the case Cay knew he would have some trouble with this one.

(I hope that's okay for you)

[Kiriin Radd]

(OoC: well first off, Kiriin would never allow himself disarmed, unless he was incapacitated. So that's fine I guess.)

Great, now I'm being led around like a prisoner. They even have the guts enough to ask me to disarm. They're weak pathetic fools. If they are here to represent this new Mandalore, already I dislike him. He thought.

Kiriin appeased the commands and let them escort him through the ship, but had a small disagreement when they asked him to disarm. He just smiled at the request and stood there. One of them was stupid enough to try to use force on him and was drug unconscious to the med bay with a few broken bones. No one messed with his kit except for him. He stood awaiting his audience into see the Mandalore and walked in annoyed when he was let in.

Well I must say if these men are any representation of you or the Mandalorian Heritage, then I am disgusted. They are weak pathetic fools. Say your piece Mandalore.

[Axelpro]

(damn, i'm *****ing up)

[Axelpro]

Cay had to smile, his decision of whether this man of fearless or crazy was yet to be determined.

That's why I told them not to disarm you. I could go on a speech about how I was the offspring of the family that killed the Betrayer, but that doesn't entitle me to anything now does it.

Cay eyed the person in front of him in full character. Cay still hadn't worn his helmet when greeting this Mandalorian. Cay was doing little things, but these little things would bring about the final verdict to which this whole conversation would be geared towards finding.

To unite the Mandalorians, and bring them back to their glory...it's a tired line to which I'm sure you've heard a couple times before. But I know that you've collected one or two bounties, let me ask you the same question I asked myself. Were you able to handle the pathetic life you say our brothers' and sisters' living in your travels? Unfortunately I wasn't able to, and this is where my efforts have taken me.

Cay's eyes turned to Durham who had his finger placed on the trigger to his blaster rifle. Cay winced noticing how little this particular Mandalorian respected his abilities. Cay didn't know if it was him or Durham, but there was something that forced this Mandalorian to be so overprotective of Cay.

Durham, leave

But Mandalore...

Cay's stoic expression set its gaze on Durham who immediately knew that there was no room for argument on this matter. Seeing Durham leave Cay turned his sights back to Radd. When he looked back at Radd his face lightened a little bit.

Seeing as how you had to seek me out, you obviously have some questions, complaints, angry opposition?

[Kiriin Radd]

Kiriin shifted his weight to be more balanced on his feet. He didn't like the predicament he was in, but he was the one that got himself into it. This Durham, the one who had nonchalantly strode aboard his ship, didn't like the current Mandalore, yet was extremely overprotective of him. If Kiriin, by some miracle agreed to stick around here, he would keep his eyes on that one. Once the other Mando'ade had left the chamber Kiriin turned back towards the Mandalore.

Well we're a talkative one aren't we. If I didn't have questions your errand boy would have never made it back here. Don't think I underestimate him, I don't. I just know I'm better than he is. I want to know what crazy space slug crawled up your garbage shoot and made you think of taking on the title of Mandalore. You must have either a megolmaniacal itch or your braver than you put off.

[Axelpro]

Cay had to stifle a laugh not wanting to come across as a joke. He looked at Radd and his cocky expressions. Well he was no doubt fearless, but to be crazy one must be fearless. Cay wasn't going to say Durham was one of his best warriors, but he was going to say that he was an elite among the group that he had rounded up.

It looks like you want to know the truth...some Mandalorians like to know the truth, while others prefer to just blindly follow. You are apparently the former of the two.

Cay spoke in a normal manner, not one that was overly rough or too elegant. Cay wasn't a barbarian, and he did not want the Mandalorians to be perceived as such.

The truth that my name is Cay Severn and for right now that fact comes before my title as "Mandalore the Unificator". It was only because of my heritage, like I said before my grandfather and father participated in the assassination of the Betrayer, that I was put in this role. Set up on this pedestal, a role that I have to play.

Cay continued gently tapping his fingers on his armrest as he continued to eye the Mandalorian in front of him.

When the son of the father who managed to kill Mandalore the Betrayer returns with a successful Bounty Hunting career under his belt and a clan of about 20 people to his father's old clan. Then managing to best that clan in combat...to them it was like a saint returning to redeem and restore the Mandalorian race.

Cay smiled as he thought about it. It had taken him a long time to actually come to that conclusion himself. Now granted Cay didn't reject the proposal for his ascension he didn't necessarily jump for joy. Being put on a pedestal just makes it so much easier for someone to see you and knock you down.

Next question...

[Kiriin Radd]

A pompous arrogant side we have don't we? Kiriin smirked behind the mask. He was intrigued now, although he was still leaning towards blazing his own path still. He wanted to know more for some reason. He never trusted that easily, but then again he did have a soft side. A weakness he was always trying to kill.

You know that although you were given this on a silver platter, the choice was yours. Why take upon this burden? And what do expect to fully do? There are too many to fully unite in these attempts.

[Axelpro]

Yes, I won't argue that I didn't have too many hardships to get such loyalty. Don't think though that I am weak and a fool that's easily walked on.

Cay had made the mental note that Radd was indeed fearless, or at least he hoped as much. Cay wanted Radd to work with him in achieving the goal that would stretch across the coming years.

That choice, in my years as a Bounty Hunter I couldn't tell you how many times I came upon an oblivious Mandalorian. Oblivious to their heritage, or come across a group of Mandalorians under constant check by the Republic. It was as if we were being pushed back onto reservations and slowly being turned into the Republic. It burned my eyes to see our traditions and history wiped clean.

It was probably the hardest thing he had to do in his life. To have to kill a Mandalorian out of disgust because he had so easily discarded his heritage. Cay looked out the window of the Justice II.

My goal, the goal of clan Tyran is to liberate all those Mandalorians who wish to be liberated and excommunicate those who have already given up on us. I won't let my brethren be crushed under the foot of the Republic because of the Betrayer's actions no matter what his intentions.

Cay forced his eyes back on Radd only after wiping a single tear that had formed. No matter how much he wanted to, how much he needed to, Cay could never fully become "Mandalore the Unificator". Cay Severn, the kind-hearted Bounty Hunter, was too strong inside himself to be overpowered.

[Kiriin Radd]

Kiriin didn't know what to think. He was taken aback by this sign of weakness in the man that was supposed to become the leader of all Mando'ade. Here he was wiping away tears from his face. This was indeed a sign of weakness, but Kiriin did not look down upon the man. It was a task that very few would be able to overcome. The task of uniting the Mando'ade together and living up to their honor and name.
Kiriin's desire for vengeance swelled in him. This man sitting before him could give him the resources needed for his quest. He did something that he thought he never would have done.

I'm the last of my clan.