Nar Shaddaa

It had been a short call, the one Z made to the Captain of The Tortoise. They needed to talk, and here was the best place for it.

Zane sat alone on the second story and the anger coming off of him was palpable. There was no drink in his hand, no cigarette, just him waiting.

Craw staggered in, reeking of booze. He wasn't wearing his helmet and hadn't bothered to clean his armor yet. The bloodstainds of yesterday's mission still clear on it. He was carrying a jug of ship made swill, taking the occasional gulp from it. He sat down opposite Zane, giving him a strange look through his bloodshot eyes.

Z wasn't impressed, he had felt this side existed in the man and here it was. He stared at him for a long moment before speaking.

When he did his voice was flat, emotionless. "Did you st least have the decency to bring back her body?"

He paused to take another chug before responding. "I think I saw the splicer dragging it onto the ship. Not sure."

"Ill want to bring her to her home. You'll arrange for that to happen." There was no room for refusal in Z's tone, as he stared at the man.

"In the mean time you will tell me everything you know about those men your friend brought aboard, including who else may have been involved and after that. You can explain why you stood there and did nothing while my friend died."

He was silent, again and then took another gulp of the burning liquor. "Sure." He answered his first demand.
Then he leaned back and a mean sneer overtook his face. "What do I know? Bud, I know fuck all. 'Cept my crewmember hired them... And didn't tell me. And as to your friend. Well she took a blaster bolt to the back while we were fighting. None of us had medical knowledge... So. She died." He took another chug. "She seemed pretty at peace in the end though."

"From what I was told you did a awful lot of standing around and watching." Z replied dryly not backing down an inch.

"But I'm not going to argue that. What do you plan to do about this? Nothing? Or just drink it all away?"

Craw was silent. "Drinking sounds good right about now... But no. I got loose ends to tie up on Nar Shaddaa. After that I'm leaving, probably find my Fiancee... Maybe get killed..." He shrugs.

A Mandalorian wearing Clan Ordo insignia walked up to them. When she removed her helmet, she revealed herself to be none other than Thera. Her eyes were clearly bloodshot from staying up all night dealing with the mess on Nar Shaddaa. "What happened on the station?" she asked plainly.

He turned to Thera and offered her a small smile. "This mans crew member betrayed us. It cost your sister her arm, and a friend of mine her life." He nodded his head in the direction of Craw. "As this stood aside and did nothing."

"It's a breach on contract at the very least. I invited you here to get a Mandalorian opinion on what I should do... Or see if you wanted to take care of this matter yourself."

Craw shook his head. "Ain't got nothing to defend myself with. I fucked up my contract. I can give you my share of the money as a refund." He spoke solemnly. And chugged from his jug after.

Thera let out a harsh sigh. "There is no name more foul than that of Clan Toboga. I will not enact any punishment to you today. But when your finally draw your last breath, I will make sure that you are not interred by our traditions. I will mark your grave as the final death of your Clan." She stepped forward. "If I was Corso Fett, I would label you dar'manda here and now. But depriving you of joining the Manda will have to do."

The contractor looked to Zanebry and then back to Craw. She gave him a solemn smirk. "Get your shit together and maybe I'll change my mind."

With that said, she gave them both a nod, and began to depart.

Craw was visibly taken aback. He had a deer in the headlights look, anyone who knew him wouldn't think it was possible for his eyes to get that large. He blinked, and then chugged the rest of the jug. Sighing "Goddamn...".

"I don't want that money, my friends body will do." He looked Craw over. "Be glad I didn't bring Corso Fett here Sir. Your use of his name was one of the reasons I hired you. Your actions sullied it, and at the very least you should apologize to the man for that."

He rose to his feet. "We're done here."

Craw sat there for a moment after Zane left. And then sighed to himself looking around "Craw... You fucking dumbass." He then got up and left, leaving the jug.

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((Not quite scene.))

Zane picked up his pace slightly to catch up to Thera, wanting to say a few words before she left. "This is my responsibility for hiring a man like that. If you or your sister need anything from me. You know how to get ahold of me."

He'd say before departing, letting it remain at that unless she stopped him.

Thera glanced at him through her visor and gave him a nod. "Just do your part in fixing this mess."

"I'll do all that I can." He replied simply, before leaving.

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