Tales of the Mandalorians

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Sagg'Tar'di and Bishop's little talk Part 2

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 there.

"I know your job, and why you do it" He said.

"Oh really, and what do you think I'm doing it?" I smirked him.

"I can tell from the type of person you are, I know your type, we have plenty on our organization."

The next song was newer, and some drunk bastards started singing the chorus. That pissed me off a little, you know I'm not a good mood person.

"Then what kind of person I am... mister... ?"

"You are a murderer."

"Just another word for a man doing his job if I can say" The bartender said abruptaly. And he gave him a look that froze the bartender... "I'm sorry, I'm leaving you alone now".

"A murderer you say... funny, which pilot flying a space ship has not been in the corridor of life and death. If I'm a murderer for doing for money what other people like to hide behind... nationalism, heroism, pride, family, love... Oh yes, I'm a murderer, but a rich one."

He laughed... he laughed so hard that the drunk bastards started looking at us.

"Oh great, you are just as I thought you were" He said. "You care for nothing, only yourself."

"What do you care?"

"Well, I know why you are here, in Bretonia... You are looking for someone, am I right?"

"Not of your business, you are starting to annoy me."

"Heh, what's the matter, you don't like talking about your past, heh? Kiddo, I know you better than yourself, I told you, I know your kind, and I've been in your place before... yet, you are skilled, coldness, a killing machine... we want you."

"I'm not interested, as you said, I'm looking for someone."

"Yes, but you will never find that person... he's long gone by now."

"I'm sure he is, and I'm sure you know who I am looking for, you know everything, right? Smartass..."

"Oh, but your father, John, he's really dead."

A cold breeze went down my back, how the hell did he know that? That's the first thought crossing my mind.

"You are not so full of yourself now, eh Johnny Junior?" He said.

"I knew your father, he was a member of our organization, I fought along side with him on many battles."

I couldn't believe he was dead, not because I would miss him, but I really wanted to see his face when he sees me, and break all of his bones. The music was still loud, and some of those drunk bastards were starting a argue with eachother.

"How did he die?" I aksed.

"The Mandalore killed him".






"WHAT?!"

"That's right, The Mandalore, our glorious leader, killed him, and many others too."

"Why would the Mandalore kill one of his own men?"

"Own men? I never said your father was a Mandalorian, did I?"

"I heard he was, some drunk BAF officers were talking that freely."

"It's true he was a Mandalorian at some point, but that was not his real self. Like me, your father was a member from another organization, something older and more traditional than the Mandos. While the Mandos look for money, and making proofits out of wars, we are more poetic, we kill for the love of killing, we are considered murderers, sick people, haters... Of course we found an excuse along within the Mandos, they gave us a cover for our killing instincts. And the Mandalore was fine with that, as long as we keep ourselves on the line. But the true is, they couldn't control us, nobody can, and that's why they banished all of us, the bloody Diana Blane, that stupid cow, she betrayed us, helped by Dha Piruna and William Bishop. Your father was killed by her betray, and the Consuls, those who are the eyes and ears of the Mandos."

The drunk bastards took the arguing too far, and a fight started.

"Things are getting hot here... I'll be gone now, if you want to know more, find me, I know you can do that. Later kiddo." He said.

"Hold on! You are not going anywhere!"

"Oh I am, and you have your hands pretty busy now, let's see how you handle it."

And the damn guy throwed me to the drunks, and I had to fought my way out of there. By the time I got rid of them, he was gone. I walked to the bartender, and I asked him, who was him, how could I find him... you know what he told me Billy? You know it, right?

"Dha'Wherd" Billy said.