"Commander Fynn Drakus?" asked the Mando as Fynn and his group got to their feet and walked forward.
"That's me" said Fynn as he extended his dirty gloved hand.
Ã¢Â€ÂœI'm Kal Goran. Advance scoutÃ¢Â€Â said the warrior as he gripped FynnÃ¢Â€Â™s hand. Ã¢Â€ÂœI've got orders to join your squads and fight until Theed burns, and the rest of the Galaxy with it."
Ã¢Â€ÂœGood to have youÃ¢Â€Â¦.SergeantÃ¢Â€Â said Drakus after finding the rank markings on the warriorÃ¢Â€Â™s armor. Ã¢Â€ÂœNice work there; that bastard there was giving us quite a time.Ã¢Â€Â
Ã¢Â€ÂœItÃ¢Â€Â™s what I do sir.Ã¢Â€Â
Ã¢Â€ÂœWeÃ¢Â€Â™ll put that to the test more fully before the night is overÃ¢Â€Â challenged Fynn as he slapped the warrior on the shoulder bell.
With a deep breath, Fynn walked over to StarwindÃ¢Â€Â™s body. Pulling his left blaster out and with barely a glance, he blasted a hole through the dying Naboo trooperÃ¢Â€Â™s skull who was laying next to the dead Mandalorian.
Kneeling down, Kelborn stood behind him covering the nearby windows and alleys.
Ã¢Â€ÂœNi SuÃ¢Â€Â™cuyi, Gar KyrÃ¢Â€Â™adyc, Ni Portayli,Ã¢Â€Â™ Gar DarasuumÃ¢Â€Â he whispered, his hand on the fallen warriorÃ¢Â€Â™s chest.
Standing, Fynn unslung his blaster. Ã¢Â€ÂœTake his weapons and any gear we can use. Then carry the body to the abandoned house we were inÃ¢Â€Â¦weÃ¢Â€Â™ll try to come back for it.Ã¢Â€Â
Ã¢Â€ÂœRoger thatÃ¢Â€Â said Kelborn as he and Sergeant Kal got to work.
Looking around, Fynn noticed the auction house, and wondered if heÃ¢Â€Â™d lost another man already.
Posting For Regimas
"You killed my dad. Now I have no where to go."
Ã¢Â€ÂœIÃ¢Â€Â™m a busy man, kid. You better go home to your mom.Ã¢Â€Â Regimas wiped the blood from his blade on one of the soft seats and started for the exit.
Ã¢Â€ÂœI donÃ¢Â€Â™t have a momÃ¢Â€Â the boy said.
Regimas stopped. Ã¢Â€ÂœTheyÃ¢Â€Â™ll send you to a relative or something.Ã¢Â€Â
Ã¢Â€ÂœAll I had was my dadÃ¢Â€Â¦and the servants. None of them ever really liked me.Ã¢Â€Â The boy looked down at the floor, his chin against his chest. He truly was alone.
I couldnÃ¢Â€Â™tÃ¢Â€Â¦.could I? Regimas thought for a moment. IÃ¢Â€Â™ll have to ask the commander
Regimas sheathed his sword and stepped toward the boy. Ã¢Â€ÂœDo you want a family? One that will never look down on you and will always stand by your side?Ã¢Â€Â
The boy looked up, unsure of what he was really being asked. Ã¢Â€ÂœThere is a family like that?Ã¢Â€Â
Ã¢Â€ÂœYesÃ¢Â€Â Regimas nodded. Ã¢Â€ÂœI am part of it.Ã¢Â€Â
Ã¢Â€ÂœBut IÃ¢Â€Â™m not part of your familyÃ¢Â€Â¦Ã¢Â€Â
Ã¢Â€ÂœNot yet, but perhaps someday you could be.Ã¢Â€Â
Ã¢Â€ÂœFamily is more then blood boy. Come with me,Ã¢Â€Â Regimas held out his hand. Ã¢Â€ÂœMaybe you could join our family.Ã¢Â€Â
The boy hesitated for a moment, then took RegimasÃ¢Â€Â™s outstreached hand, and together they walked out the door
"You set a code to live by. I won't be wronged, I won't be insulted...I won't be laid a hand on. I don't do these things to other men, and I require the same from them."