Tales of the Mandalorians

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Sagg'Tar'di and Bishop's little talk

Inside the conference room, a month ago.

Well William, to begin with, my real name is not Sagittarii, that's clear. That's the codename I've chosen for working for Bretonia's crown. From my real name, all I'm going to tell you is that it's John, you won't get the last name, not quite yet.
I was born without a father, I never got to know him, he abbanded my mother after she got pregnant, aparently he had another family, some men do that, I don't point my fingers to him. MY mother gave me all what she could, althought we were poor, and Liberty isn't the friendlier place for poor people.

I grew up, as I could, once I got enough age for living by myself, I went to find my father, from what my mother had told me, he was in Bretonia. She said he was some kind of military man, so, that was where I started looking, on the Bretonian Armed Forces, of course, his name didn't show up, not in the way I expected.

Turned out, that he was a Mandalorian, I couldn't find much about him, as his records were really secured, so I had to find him old style, by asking around. The best way to get information in this universe, is by force, probably not by using your force to get someone talking, but to be useful for someone. To be more clear, being a mercenary.

This is why I started working for BAF, although, there weren't many mercenaries working for them, with the MM taking them out of business, but in one of my trips I found this gentleman from the Queen's Carina Privateers, he pointed me out in the right direction... "If you want to make yourself valuable for Bretonia, start shooting Kusarians", and so I did. I moved my operations to the Taus, where I started hunting the KNF and Samura.

One day, a weird man came to me at Freeport 6, he was flying an Eagle, I remember because I saw him at the hangars when I docked. He got me at the bar, I was drinking beer as always, a pretty old song was going on the jukebox, the smell from the bathroom was more stinky than usually. This man was tall, big, around 35, he got near me and said "Hey, I know your job".
And he got a sit next to me, the bartender came with a beer for him, seems like he always drinked the same there.

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