Kamda

Nerra gathered together specialists, those he knew were good at performing under pressure. Those who could undergo a dangerous operation with little hope of success and prevail. They gathered, once more, to speak of how to save another life. However, this life was not alike the one they saved prior. Not only would saving this life bolster the spirits of the people of Kamda but if Nerra's information was right the people of Kamda may not be as alone in this fight as they once believed.

In a boarded up building, clear of patrols from all cardinal directions Nerra sat next to a broken down table with some few of his best people around him.

Having made contact with Neera over the last few days, the would be spy mistress slipped into the meeting room. They had all been cautious these last few days.

She nodded to the old Twi'lek and the others before taking a seat.

Claymore walks in the doorway and quietly asks, "Is this the thing for..." whispering, "specialists?"

He sits down next to Jysvess. "We have not had the chance to meet yet. But, I have seen you in the Enclave, and Raven has talked of you fondly. It have been very busy in the Enclave. I'm Claymore Frost."

Jyrvess blinks at suddenly being an unexpected conversation, "Oh.... I see." She nods, "Jyrvess Ertil and I am happy to hear she thinks highly of me. You have me at a bit of a disadvantage Mr Frost." Her lip curled into a small smile.

"Yes, it has been very busy recently at the Enclave. I may have gotten my hands on some sensitive information that has been the cause as it. So, I have been in meetings and helping with other preparations. And, all our helmets can blend together if you are not use to that type of thing." Clay turns his head to Jyvess. "I've guessing you may know what I'm talking about."

"I am not sure what you mean..." She frowned in thought, "I'm sorry, my last few days were rather busy. If I had promised something than my apologies for forgetting."

"Oh, no. Sorry, thought you might know why the Enclave is so busy." He looks around. "And, it's probably best to say anything else here. Maybe in the Enclave...." He shrugs.

"Alright," She nodded, "It's a bit late but I can stop by after this..if you want to continue the conversation."

"Well, I know Raven wanting you to help us, but to be honest I haven't talked with her much recently..." He shrinks in himself. "I've in meetings with her, but I've avoiding her. The last time we were in a battle together, I got knocked out, and I lost a lot of honor that day... But, yes, I would like your analysis of stuff things after this."

"A wise man once told me everyone fails, its what you learn from it that matters." She smiled more genuinely now, "Well....assuming you survive. Granted neither he nor I am...well a follower of your particular brand of honor. Still it is hard to imagine them not offering some chance to learn from the defeat and come back stronger."

"Yes, you are right... It is just my pride as a warrior that is wounded." He looks back at her. "I need to be myself again. I haven't been around many Mandalorians in a long time, and not on teams others. I'm a solo act for Mandalorian matters. The testosterone of the others may have been efforting me." He says with a laugh. "Thank you." He gives her a Mandalorian gesture of appreciation.

"Many of your people have been in the same situation." Jyrvess nodded, "The Empire was not kind to those who don't kneel. And your people are known for their pride. I assume it is good to be among your own again? I can at least relate to the having to be on one's own and finally finding others."

"Well, technically Clan Wren part of House Vizsla, while you know is pledge to the Empire... But, yes it's good see them."

"Evening folx." Solork seems surprisingly light on his feet for someone who had been dragged away being stun batoned into submission.

"Is Clem here? I told him I would be back for it"

The communicator to one side of the room beeped and a hologram of Ters Tii emerged. "Good evening," it said.

Solork Tan wrote: ↑

Sat Aug 01, 2020 8:36 pm

"Evening folx." Solork seems surprisingly light on his feet for someone who had been dragged away being stun batoned into submission.

"Is Clem here? I told him I would be back for it"

"Clem is gone.. I'm afraid," Nerra wears his sorrow heavily when he says this. Allowing himself to feel the loss of his old friend openly. Truly.

Solork sobers. "I'm sorry. I didn't know. He was hidden last I knew"

"That the Empire isn't here with us today means he did what he set out today. I will remember him," he said and cleared his throat. Preparing to speak on what brought them together today.

Jaxom slipped in, giving a nod to Nerra and finding a place to sit.

But that means I don't have a sword. I don't have a weapon.

It's a selfish thought, one Sol doesn't speak aloud as Nerra prepares for the main point.