Secret Meeting on Korriban

[14:44] Rahgnall had been watching the road for almost up to an hour now, acting as a highwayman for those that weren't of the sith persuasion. Any explorer or pedestrian passing through he'd either rob or kill for sport. Luckily for Nicci she came down from the shuttle so she didn't walk into any of the land mines he had set up in the canyon's road. "Well now...quite interesting to find you here." his voice had a bit of an animosity in it. He'd been caught with his mask on by the mandalorian he met at Onderon. "Tracked me down have you?" he swung his blaster rifle from his shoulders and stepped closer to her. "Guess there's no sense in talking my way around it now." he braced himself for combat.

[14:50] Nicci Sularen snorted at him.  She took note of his blaster rifle, knowing that in such close proximity it would be hard to aim well enough to hit her, unlike a blaster pistol.  Instead she drew the sword from her back.  It crackled to life with lightning and a power that was obviously unnatural to a Mandalorian.  The Sith Warblade she had stolen from the Sith she had escaped from, which seemed nearly a lifetime ago.  "You should really ask fewer questions if you are going to try and deceive someone," she replied, brandishing the sword in case he did decide to attack her.  "However I have not come to kill you, though I will defend myself if you strike," she replied harshly, almost eagerly, wondering if he would choose to hear her out or if his bones would be added decoration to her armor. [14:55] Rahgnall tilts his head, he considered himself a man of honor when dealing with adversaries on the battle field and especially prized single combat as one of it's most sacred forms. "Hmmm..." he leveled his rifle at her just in case "Then I suppose we find ourselves in somewhat of an impasse then. You know what I am...I know what you are." he shrugs "But I'll allow you a few words before we come to blows...but if this is some sort of trick..." [15:02] Nicci Sularen too did not lower her sword, but cut right to the chase as she was a woman of few words.  "Long ago my parents died defending Dxun from the Sith.  The Mand'alor at the time had led most of the vod away in a call to war, with very few to man the outpost.  I was taken when I was a mere age of three by these Sith, and experimented on until I reached the age of 17.  They were trying to see if they could turn one who was not Force-sensitive, Force Sensitive.  When they failed they attempted to discard me and have me executed.  Needless to say I escaped, and with one of their weapons. I returned to the Mandalorians, to become what I was born into.  I earned my armor and my place among them, but more and more I noticed that the Mandalorians I read about while huddled in the dark corners of the sith temples, are not the Mandalorians that exist now.  They are softer, have lost their battlelust and meaning of what it is to be mandalorian.  They care too much for their own livesand the lives of outsiders.  It is eno [15:02] Nicci Sularen  to make Kad Ha'rangir vomit.  The final straw was when our leader, our beloved...MAND'ALOR, used me for his own ends and then discarded me as if I meant nothing.  I do not wish to serve such a man any longer.  The phrik armor you seek, he melted down and reforged, and I am wearing it." she concluded. [15:09] Rahgnall shifted his weight as she spoke, weighing in the likely possibility that Nicci was trying to get him to lower his defenses. "Then you have finally opened your eyes. The difference between the true mando'ade and the pitiful band of hut'uune that call themselves mandalorians was the so called super commando codex. It bloody well wrapped Arasuume's hands tightly around half of our people for hundreds of years. We were meant to be so much more than a militia that defends one hold. The -strong- rule and honor is to be found in that struggle, not sitting around a camp fire. The false mandalorians would say that were are but a mere terrorist cell of barbarians...but war is so much more sophisticated than that. We have everything the false mandalorians want and more...it's just a matter of opening their eyes to the truth." he tilts his head "So...I'm guessing that you want to be one of us? You want to join the Death Watch?" [15:15] Nicci Sularen cringed.  Everyone who had taught her the way of the mandalorian, had taught her the Death Watch were a thing of evil.  She was an Ordo, but she believed in the ways of the Ordos who had rebuilt the clans and been a fierce foe in the Mandalorian wars against the Old Republic so long ago.  She believed battle was a way to sharpen the senses, and that battle was meant to be waged, not made into a calculation on how many lives would be saved and the reasons and logics behind it.  If this was truly what the Death Watch represented then, wouldn't they be more of a fit to her than the weak warriors she currently served?  "What would become of my armor?" she asked before she answered that heavy question. [15:25] Rahgnall tilts his head and steps closer to her, growing braver in their line of questioning and soon lowered his rifle once more now that he assumed neither of them were a combatant. "Because the shape and size has been changed so dramatically it no longer is Vurr's personal suit of armor. So one of two things will happen: You will get to keep your armor just as it is. Or if Ner Joan'alor deems justice needs to be done, she may take the armor and see that it's given to it's rightful owner in which case you will be entitled to another phrik set entirely your own. It might elevate your standing with ner vode if the latter happens and you are seen as a honorable woman. You would get to keep the same tech and rise in status. Though sometimes ner Joan'alor does not feel the need for ceremony and may also let you keep it just the same. I know not of her intentions." [15:32] Nicci Sularen also lowered her sword.  In fact, she sheathed it.  No sense in draining it of power when there was no Force User present to stick it into.  She considered his words, and after what felt like an eternity, finally spoke, "I would prefer the first option, but I suppose ultimately what matters is I have a set of armor of equal quality so I am suffering no great loss.  Ultimately the honor, of wearing the armor that once belonged to Vurr remains, and if justice need be done then one need kill the Mand'alor, since I did not take this armor from Vurr myself." she replied. [15:38] Rahgnall swings around the blaster over his shoulders in a scarecrow position and paces around more casually now that the tension of possible combat had passed from the situation. He was now right next to her. "Exactly. You wear the legacy of another man, not your own. Though the armor is legendary, I am certain you would rather wear trophies of fallen foes you have defeated yourself. By emancipating yourself from the false mandalorians your true story can begin." he hands her a data card "This is the location of my shuttle. After I come back from my hunt, I'll take you to the Joan'alor for her final verdict. Agreed?" [15:39] Nicci Sularen blinked at him.  He actually had a point there.  She nodded as she accepted the datacard, "Agreed," she replied, now thinking the second option wouldn't be so bad afterall.