Jagriim casually strolled through the dense foliage of this planet's surface. He took note of the creatures that scurried across his path. A twig snapping caught his attention but he made as if he heard nothing. As he kept walking he heard a voice behind him.
"Not another move aruetii." Jagriim slowly turned around to face three Mandalorians. They all had their blasters leveled at him. He slowly raised his hands. One of them motioned to the sword on his back.
"Awfully nice sword you have there. Steal it off a Mandalorian during the wars? Or do you actually know how to use a beskad."
Jagriim smirked under his helmet. "Calm down vod. My clan is Martuul. I was only a child when the Mandalorians conquered Althir and they adopted me. Spent time on Dxun afterwards."
All the Mandalorians relaxed a bit. The leader adressed Jagriim. "What are you doing so far away from the rest of your clan?"
Jagriim shrugged. Looking for some more excitement. One Mandalorian merc I met let me know of this place. I was tired of hiding on Dxun and wanted something to do simply."
The leader lowered his rifle and the rest followed suit. He reached his hand to Jagriim who shook it. "I'm Talvin. Clan Erthros. We've been having quite a problem with Echani here and any extra help is most welcome. We heard an unknown ship entered the atmosphere near our base and left so we came to investigate. That was yours I presume?" Jagriim nodded, "Good. Makes our job much easier. Let's see what we can get for you. Follow."
The rest of the Mandalorians headed off and Jagriim tailed them through the thick jungle through what seemed like a random trek. But as he watched where they were going he noticed very discreet markings on trees and other plants. Finally they came to a set of ruins that looked to be completely deserted. Talvin headed to a stone slab and pulled a bush aside revealing a keypad. He entered in a passcode and the stone slab slid back revealing a durasteel door. Jagriim followed his party in. They passed many Mandalorians doing various tasks. Finally they entered a great hall of sorts. Holoscreens and maps lined the walls. A fierce looking Mandalorian sat observing them all. He turned to the party.
"This was our unexpected visitor?"
"Yes sir. He came here looking for work." The Mandalorian's eyes scanned Jagriim sizing him up.
"You say you want something to do?"
He turned back to the holoscreen inside. "We have learned from our agent inside Czerka that they are planning an expedition into one of the more prominent Sith ruins on this planet. We are running low on certain supplies. I would like you to accompany a raiding party against this group of archaeologists. Take what we need and kill anyone who tries to stop you. You should meet little resistance. What did you say your clan was?"
"I didn't. It's Martuul."
"Ah. They were responsible for Althir during the second battle correct?"
"And most of them were slaughtered."
"We'll see if you can make up for your vode failures. Dismissed."