Parangor

He had to admit it was strange sitting down to talk with Mandalorians. He had nothing against them, and in fact his old merc band used to enjoy interacting with them, weather it was combat or not. He respected them and their beliefs and looked forward to the conversation. It was not every day one got to speak to warriors of such high honor and skill and he intended to enjoy it. "Greetings, I believe formal introductions are in order. I am Drogan Dedroska, captain of the Crimson Star and commander of the Thrysian Guardsman within. It is a pleasure to meet a fellow warrior. I hope this conversation is to our mutual benefit." Taking the mandalorians hand he gives it a firm shake and then turns his attention to the one who has not spoken and offers his hand while seting his helm down with the other.

Arranging his armor and weapons, as well as a bit of a surprise in case things went side ways Drogan reached out to his second in command. "I will be departing for the meeting momentarily. You have your order should anything happen to me, you have complete command and access to all the bands accounts with my passing. All I will ask is that you level that building, I would rather they not be allowed to take anything from my person as a trophy. As long as I have a pulse you will recieve the armors double beep transmission so simply monitor the coms." After recieving the orders and confirming them Drogan decided it was time to meet these interesting mercs. Walking into the cantina it is not hard to spot the person he is supposed to meet. He is slightly taken aback that there is someone with them, but after a brief moment of calculation still believe he can fight them off if it comes to that. Walking over he stops by the table and looks them over briefly before removing his helm "I am Drogan, captain of the Crimson Star and leader of its crew, I believe you have requested this meeting to discuss a matter of business." Taking a seat on the opposite side of the table to allow himself a view of the door and greater range of movement he sets his helm down and waits to see what they do.

"This is Captain Drogan of the Crimson Star, I have recieved your request and will meet you at the local cantina. I will be waiting at a table near the back, at noon." This would be interesting to say nothing else, he was curious as to what this person wanted.

The young Cathar women departed and without much preamble the eggs were collected. He never met her contact but that didn't really matter. A two way split was preferable after all. After exchanging the Eggs for the promised bounty he forwarded half of the reward to the young women and processed the rest into his account for himself and his crew. Tattooine had been profitable with him netting about 3.5 million between the invasion and the eggs. "Men, while I know it is not our style to rest on our laurels at the moment we have no work. I believe it is time we upgraded some aspects of the ship and our gear and to see what the galaxy holds beyond this dustball. Lets break for orbit and then we can decide what we will do next. Prior to doing this though lets see if any of the Black Sun members on this planet have any special weapons they can part with." After his men cheered he went to a local Cantina to see what information he could find.

Looking the small Cathar over he nodded and reached out to his ship to pick him up. "I have no problem picking up the eggs for a bounty but if you don't mind I will take one other trophy." Reaching for his short sword he removed one of the krayt dragons fangs and hefted in his hand. It would look good among the other trophies in his quarters. "Now as to this body guard is there anything I should know or be worried about? I am going to be arriving at my desitnation aboard a gunship and don't want to have to eliminate someone that is trigger happy." Waiting for a reply he looked over the battle field and had to shake his head slightly, he had never hunted something this large with a heaby pistol, or with undead hounds as it were. Looking back at the small Cathar he couldn't help but wonder if she was actually a sith or just a person that happens to tap into the force, either way she was going to be someone to keep an eye out for in the future.

It was decidely unsettling that the young women somehow made the dead rise and walk but his warrior training allowed him to compartmentalize that so he could deal with the matter at hand. He wasn't excited to be using heavy blaster pistols to attack a dragon but he always did enjoy a challenge. Kneeling by the window he slowly aimed his pistol and squeezed off a shot, the bolt strking the dragon on the side of its head. Damn he thought, he wasn't happy with taking shots at such a small target but he would attempt it again. "Not on the head in the nose, you need to get it right this time hunter." He turned his head slightly to cast a glare at the young women, "I will be doing my best, but if you it is not up to your standards you may want to take up a blaster and aim for a small hole one a moving creature." Slowly drawing a bead once more on the beast he watched its attack patterns till he was sure he had it down. Drawing in a breath and slowly letting it out he fired, grinning slightly as the bolt disappeared up the dragons nose, if nothing else the creature looked dazed. Taking advantage of its lack of movement Drogan took the chance and let loose a stream of five shots, three of which he believed went into the nose as well. This beliefe seemed to have been confirmed as the beast fell to the side twitching, it seemed to still be alive but severly brain damaged. "Well young lady I believe we need to finish off the beast. I hope whatever drew it here was worth it, and that you can explain the walking corpses as we approach it."

Looking out the same window Drogan couldn't help but smile under his helm. It had been awhile since he got to hunt such a beast but sadly he had not comed prepared for such a hunt. Switching to his com he sent a message to his second. "Currently a Krayt dragon is closing on my location, I want the gunship airborne and closing on this location within the next two minutes. Lock onto my coms and wait for further instruction upon arrival." Looking over at the young women standin in the room he did a quick mental combat scenario and saw no way of winning with the limited weaponry he had brought with him, and force or no stopping one of these beasts was not going to be easy. "I suggest we move from the building and attempt to lead it away from the settlement. If it is tracking you we can lead it to an open space where my gunship can bombard it from above and quickly end its life. Unless of course you have any other suggestions?"

The sound was something Drogan had never heard before but it set his warriors blood to boiling, that sound, that sound could only come from something that was worthy to hunt. Focusing again on the young women in front of him he stepped into the room to examine the dead. They were certainly all killed in a similar manner, and one he had only seen a few times before. These beings had all been killed by the force or claws or both, an impressive feat for one so young. Removing his hand from the hilt of his sword he looked the scene over one more time. "For one so young this is impressive, force or no, you took out quite a few people here. How many were attacking you? Then again that may be a question for another time. Yes I was on the Marie and yes we have met though it has been awhile. I am not sure what drew me here, but hearing that sound gives me hope there may be some excitement to come. I don't know what drew me here but I am glad for it. The fight to come, I sense in my bones it will be one worth remembering." Pausing a moment he sent a com to his ship to ready it for departure and potentially a hunt. "Now young lady if you would be so kind to explain what happened here, perhaps we can prepare for what ever is coming and see what our futures, no matter how short, hold."

The sudden and unnatural sand storm caused both Drogan and his tuskan companion to wonder at the nature of it. They could both sense that something about this was unnatural. On impulse Drogan decided to return to his ship, towards whatever was causing the storm, while his companion chose to remain to see if he could understand what was happening to the desert The journey back was uneventful and upon arriving at his ship his men were on high alert. "I will be equipping myself for a trip into town. I will be going alone but want the ship ready to extract me as needed. Something strange is going on here and I intend to find out what." After issuing his orders and changing from the Tuskan robes back into his armor and picking up his standard weapon load out Drogan left the ship and began his trip into town. The town was nothing special, just like this entire planet in his mind. They were not warriors here, just rogues and thieves. It didn't matter, something was pulling him into this town, something that caused that sandstorm. He felt both nervous and excited. Perhaps here was a chance for actual combat against a warrior worthy of being called such. His hopes were dashed slightly upon reaching the building where the sensation was coming from. Either way this is where he was getting that strange feeling so the worse thing that would happen is nothing. Entering the building he ignored the onlookers and began making his was upstairs, following the strange sensation. No one bothered to try to stop him, but to be fair very few people wanted to randomly tangle with a Thrysian. Reaching the room where the disturbance was he paused a moment and reached out with his instincts, he hoped his years of training would tell him if it was a trap but all he sensed was confusion and a strange feeling, like the atmosphere was strange. Placing his hand on the hilt of his sword he opened the door, only to be looking at, well he wasn't sure what but he was pretty sure he recognized at least one of the people before him?

Drogan was impressed the Tuskan had chosen to speak this much, he attempted to mimic him while eating the gourd and had to admit the flesh wasn't bad, or at least not the worst thing he had eaten. "I appreciate the opportunity to learn of your people, you are warriors, real warriors, something the Galaxy is lacking now. I hope that we can work together and that I prove worthy of what you are willing to show me." surprisinlgy the heat wasn't that bad. After spending years training in heavy armor and on desolate worlds it was just another thing he had to adapt to. Sitting in the shade of the large stone he wondered what secrets this desert truly held, and if he should be disturbing them. A sudden realization dawned on him, "If I offend you or your leaders in anyway please do not hesitate to alert me or if needed, eliminate me. My men are aware this cold happen and they have been instructed to seek no revenge, all I ask is my body be returned so it can disposed of in the Thrysian way." Waiting for a reply Drogan went back to surveying his surroundings and enjoyed the sight.

Though the Tuskan couldn't see it, Drogan smiled, he had hoped to get to know more about this warrior culture if he was going to work with them. Stooping down he picked up the robes "I will change into these and disarm as you ask, my crew will disarm and set up camp around the ship, your brethren are more then welcome to continue to watch them as they see fit but know that even unarmed they would not be easy meat." Taking the robes Drogan entered the ship and explained what was happening to his crew, though not happy about it they agreed to do it. As he doned the robes he also went to his trophy room and selected an archaic looking hand axe and short sword. While neither had the vibro properties he prefered they were both quite deadly, as he scars would prove. Hiding them amongst the robes he had each member of his crew attempt to find them and when satisified that none could he exited the ship. "I hope the robes are being worn correctly and if not I will apologize for any offense, whenever you are ready let us begin our journey as long as the conditions are acceptable."

The invasion, if it could be called that, had gone well. The combat they had managed to find had been rather slight but at least it gave them a chance to stretch their legs. For the next several days Drogan had allowed his men some controlled leave and also had partaken of a little raiding as they stocked the ship with food and drink as well as some trophies and payments for assisting the Black Sun with their invasion. He had kept his ship at the ruined air field and smiled every time he came and went knowing that his instincts weren't wrong and that they were being watched. He had his men coming and going in pairs or groups no bigger then three. He knew anyone wanting to ambush them would want to catch them all outside because if even 2 were in the ship terrible things would happen. it was later on a rather boring day when Drogan suddenly wondered what had happened to his strange tuskan friend, if friend was the right word. He would hate to have to go to war with the Tuskan but then again they may go to war with him. He had ordered his men to always go about fully armored, not only for defense since this was a newly conquered world, but because he thought it would be right to honor the traditions of the natives, the real natives. Stepping off the ship he did his standard weapons check and felt his armor heat a little in the late afternoon suns. Turning to scan the dunes he could sense they were out their, watching, waiting. He almost hoped they would make their move but with his six soldiers on the ship he doubted they would risk it. But who knew, maybe they would try for him alone and hope he died before the ship could react. Either way this would be a good day as he intended to go into the city to gather the last few supplies that he wanted and to see what the next steps were for he and his men.

Monitoring the situation from the bridge of his gunship after dropping his tuskan comrade closer to the unoccupied desert Drogan chose to assist with the landing of troops around the larger cities. His gunship had come in outside of the normal defenses of the city and while he was not normally one for sneak attacks the opportunity was to good to pass up. Even as the anti aircraft defenses began assaulting the Black Sun ships and transports he brought his gunship in low near what he thought was the nearest ship hanger and began to lay waste to its anit aircraft defenses and hopefully with the light guns some damage to their space craft. As the defenses registered the new assault Drogan chose to use that moment to retreat back above the desert and fall in with the invading ground forces. It had been to long since he and his men had a good fight and he intended to the make the most of it. Landing proved strangely easy as his smaller ship was ignored for the most part. Not the natives brightest move but that was their decision. Setting his ships autodefense systems he lead his entire crew out into the city. His plan was failry simple. Find and destroy any command units, or really anyone orginizing a resistance. He had faith his elite squad could eliminate most enemies with ease and if not they could always pin them down till more troops arrived. Stepping into the heat and feeling it pulse in his armor he couldn't help but smile. Turning to his men he drew is heavy blade and a heavy blaster "Remember to die with honor, and should I die as well I will see you on the other side and we can sing of our glories together." With a rousing cheer he and his Thrysians entered the city, eliminating any soldier that resisted.

Docking with the Marie proved to be easy and the meeting room was filled with a rather surprising number of agents from multiple orginizations. Looking around he allowed his presence alone to announce him as he chose to stand beside the Tuskan and wait to see if his contact decided to approach him. He was none to pleased with the number of people in the room and made sure that his blades and blasters were loose in their scabbards and ready for easy access. Strangely he was as comfortable having the Tuskan at his side as he would be to have his crew. While he had left them behind on the ship their orders were simple, should a fight break out and he be killed they were to destroy as much of the hanger as they could and leave. Leaning slightly against the wall he waited to see what would happen and who would be the first to approach him and introduce his to the odd collection of groups and explain just what he was being hired to do.

So the Tuskan wanted a ride home, well it wasn't the normal trophy awarded for combat but why not. "I will honor your request and return you to your home. If you will tell us how to collect your mount I will have space in the cargo hold made for it and the appropriate provisions brought on board. Is there anything you will need for your journey?" As he waited for a reply he decided to risk asking the tuskan a somewhat strange question. "You have bested me in combat and shown honor and dignity beyond the bounds required of you. I would as that while we travel if you are willing you would teach me of your culture. I have always taken an interest in what I consider true warrior cultures and I believe I have found one worth learning about in yours." While allowing the translator to speak for him, though he wasn't sure it was necessary, Drogan issued orders to his men to prepare to depart and to send a message to their employer. Any and all questions on defense will be answered and the meeting in person would be delayed. If he was honest he was actually happier to be going to tattooine. His group had made a decent profit last time round and were in no immediate need of a job, and besides when was the last time they had gotten to go on a good hunt.