Tales of the Mandalorians

[Dieter Schprokets]

The Mandalore entered the hanger.

"MOTIR!", somebody yelled. The Mandalorian equivalent of 'Attention on deck'.

The Mandalore paused to receive the attention briefly, then waved and said "Sa norm'aim", roughly, 'at ease'.

He walked up to a Tridente Gunship. He put his hand on its hull.

"This vessel", he began, "belonged to Sagg'Tar'di, who has left us now for god knows where.."

He stopped and leaned on the frame.

"I have decided that this vessel shall belong to Simon Templar. You all know what this means."

They did. Well, the sober ones did.

"Only a Consul may fly a Tridente. And so, Mr Templar, I have here a signet ring for you."

Simon Templar stood forward and took the ring. He looked surprised. And then some.

"I do not know of a warrior who has established himself so thoroughly and so rapidly in our organisation. He has singlehandedly ensured the success of the contract against Kruger, and has secured himself access to allied weapons and ships, on the basis of his reputation for performance alone."

"I simply WILL reward perfromance like that."

He picked up a wrench.

"The rest of you...", he began, then swung around and threw the wrench at the crowd. It struck a hapless pilot on the head, and he dropped. Completely out cold.

"WILL START TO MEET THE STANDARDS OF OUR ORGANISATION. OR I WILL CALL SOME OF YOU OUT FOR COWARDICE. AND IN THE ENSUING DUEL, I'LL KILL YOU MYSELF."

The Mandalore left the room rapidly thereafter. Leaving behind a better-motivated throng.

And one smiling man with the keys to a Tridente.

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