Bankor

Sabine waited for her chieftain to arrive before moving in to meet the two captives they had on board. Well, 2 of the many captives they have onboard.

"Su cuy'gar. It has been a bit, Sabine." The zabrak gave a sheepish smile. "Sorry I wasn't there after the injuries you sustained taking these guys down. You seem to have had a pretty easy recovery, though."

"No problem boss." She smiled at her with bravado. "I'm kind of used to it at this point. Was hoping to talk to Malto Brin and the other guy... Garreth or someone. See what their deal is, whether we can find out something useful. Or someone useful, if that is fine with you." She gave a strong pat on the back of her chieftain... more of a slap really.

"That's the spirit. Fighting never lets you rest completely. And you never watched the briefings? Garreth Varad was the 'executioner' with his ax." Deriss then shrugged. "Well, he never bothered to get an ax made of proper beskar'gam."

She blinked at the slap on her back and looked Sabine over. She then gave an awkward smile. "Okay, there. Better to slap me than the captives, right?"

"Yeah, sadly the Republic have rules against beating up deserving jerks." She smiled widely, oblivious to the woman as she started moving. "The executioner with an axe? So original. Not even the Axecutioner. Man, you'd think you would find some creative names sometimes." She continued chatting as she arrived at the holding cells.

Deriss ran a finger through her hair and sighed. "You're babbling again," she murmured, though a smile was on her lips.



"Fellow Mando'ade to watch over me, huh? A clan chieftain too. Is the Republic getting worried that I'll escape?" Garreth shifted his eyes between the two. "You know, Aaroth always said that I should be looking for a spouse. If he was here, he would tell you that."

"The Executioner? Really? That was the best you could come up with?" The weird started her interrogation. Sabine was ready FOR THIS.

"Not a name I came up with myself. The people of Bankor labeled me so after I decapitated so many of their relatives."

"Oh good. Thought you were some kind of hack after all." The pun was lost on the woman.

"Why did you do that? Why... just do all of it? And in this way?" She asked curiously, glancing at Delriss in case she wanted to inject anything.

The zabrak simply gave her a glance. She was sure the man had his answers.



"I followed Eralynn's lead and I still have no objections to the orders I received. I came for one reason and that was combat. And it was glorious. When your Republic finally decides to kill me, then I will die happily."

"Glorious? Really? Kidnapping children? Strapping bombs on people who have never seen a lick of violence in their lives?" Sabine could feel her cheeks redden in anger.

"That's glory for you? That's your Resol'nare? Really?" She took a deep breath. "You think you deserve a death after all of this?"

The man roared in laughter. "You really think that is what I found glorious? No, fighting your comrades was glorious. Spilling the blood of a warrior of the Crusader's Schism in the sands. Filo Ordo, if you know of him. Good fighter, too. Almost killed me."

"Oh? And listening to crazy, insane orders and following them is glorious then?" She sighed and stepped closer. "Yadda yadda, glory, glory. You speak like it was worth it."

"It was worth it. Did you come here expecting me to say otherwise?"

"Actually yes. I was hoping you would recognize the cowardice of the Kryze and the Varad and realize you've been on the wrong side of this conflict."

"And then what? Rally under your chieftain's banner?" He then flashed the zabrak a grin. "Maybe if she agreed to give me a fun time."



"You're a disgrace."

Sabine sighed. "Do you have to be such a stereotypcial asshole? Yes, she is steaming hot, no, that does not mean you should disrespect her." She did a facepalm. "Seriously... just... try and be original? Or something? This is embarrassing. I'm embarrassed for you. You." She pointed a finger at him.

"Why was Varad joining Kryze on the tour of being a kriffing asshole?" She asked her next question.

Deriss blushed at her subordinate's words and turned away speechless.



"Well, part of the reason why is because it's fun. You're getting upset over it and I need some way to pass the time behind bars." He tapped his fingers on the bars in front of him and smirked. "Aaroth tried to set me up with a few women but it never worked out. And no, I wasn't an asshole to them.

"Eralynn and Varo have similar goals, similar motivations. I thought you would have gathered as much from the Moot."

"Yeah, they're both kriffing assholes who cry about injustice and then hide behind their anger like dainty little flowers." She shrugged. "Don't believe you. You seem to be the type who's always an asshole."

"Did you come here only to insult me, to let out some steam?" He scoffed and walked back to his prisoner bunk.

"Was hoping to learn more about you and what clan Varad is up to now... besides being idiots." She shrugged. "What's your beef against the Crusaders?"

"The clan has likely regrouped and planning on another attack. What did you expect?"

Garreth shrugged. "You are another enemy,a worthy one at that."

"Why? Why be the enemy?" She asked in curiosity.

"Eralynn called me under her banner. I fight whomever she wishes." He then perked a brow. "As for her motivations, I would be surprised if you never learned them."