Tales of the Mandalorians

[Dieter Schprokets]

Leeds was a smokey, polluted planet. It was not at all clear to the Mandalore why the Kusari wanted it so badly.

They sure seemed to, though. In spite of it being, at this point in Bretonia's history, the nexus of hopelessness for the nation.

Which is why William was here. The poor and desparate could, under the right circumstances, make good recruits.

He walked into the bar.

He looked into the back corner.

He saw four men at one table who could not have been mistaken for those who had something to lose.

Moreover, they were wearing the coveralls of a certain facility called "Newgate", which presumably had recently housed them. And they were talking about flying.

Pilots.

William walked to the table and sat down to a very silent welcome, which thawed immensely when he grinned and took out a bottle of 12 year old scotch.

And thus was born "Carina Squadron"

The poor old girl would probably suffer apoplexy if she ever met the men who fought under her name.

No matter. The enemies of the Crown would die, and the Mandalorians would profit.

Scotch often sealed deals of greater and lesser import for the organsation.

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