Kamda

Claymore decides to walk the Enclave to get the lay of the land, as he new to the planet. Walking around, he sees that it can to well defended in a siege. And, still wondering about the knife also.

Hidden as the Enclave is, Claymore is lead here by subtle hints in the abandoned factories geography. Lead forward subtly until he was inside an abandoned factory. Further, and closer, when he was about the entrance he was lead forward with the torches that were lit by the one who expected to receive him.

His journey had not yet been over, underground tunnels that became catacombs lead him forward until he arrived at the bulkhead. Traditional Mandalorian markings are made along the walls in the hallway that lead up to the bulkhead.

Entering, he found himself faced by one Mandalorian. One marked by orange who awaited his arrival. "You've come, I wondered if a proud member of Clan Wren would even answer the summons," he chuckled darkly to himself.

"I only arrived to this planet a few days ago, and this isn't exactly on only maps. But, that is the way we like things to be. So, resume this knife is yours." He pulls the knife from his utility belt and holds it out to the man.

"Ahh, you are right on that," he says, the tone of his voice indicated the grin underneath his mask. Taking his knife back he slipped it into a sheath on his boot. Some few other Mandalorians stood behind him in the open area beyond the bulk-head. They wondered what he was up to.

"So," he asked, "What brings you here? Clan Wren doesn't have much need out this way, I'd think, and yet.. here you are. Then again," he shrugged, "I've never known what those from Clan Wren ever really wanted in the first place."

"Well, while I do track down tech for the clan, right I am now to make some credits to buy some bits and such for a swoop bike I'm building, and seeing how the racing scene is here. So, if you got racer of any sort, I am handy with a spanner and with the computer systems they run on."

"Tracking down tech, is that what they have you doing now?" he muttered something under his breath. "What of your fighting spirit, have you hunted recently? Fought fiercely against overwhelming odds?"

"I said I track down tech, didn't say anything about how I acquire it... I do what I have to to get the work done."

The Mandalorian marked in orange looked Claymore up, and then down, and back up again. "What do you say of Clan Wren?" he wondered, "Do you not want a better way?"

"I am a foundling from Arkania, and Clan Wren took me in. And, Arkanian Offshoots are looked as second class citizens, so this is a better life already."

"You place yourself among those who do not boast the true strength of Mandalorians, does that bother you?" he asked.

"What are you going on about, old man?" Voice still monotone. "You sound like Gar Saxon, to me talking about strength..."

"Careful where you speak that name, whelp," he said, gruffly. "Saxon doesn't understand the Mandalorian way any better than your Wren. Both allowing yourself to kneel to the Empire."

"Clan Wren has many who do not follow that puppet the Empire put on the throne. So, it sounds like you are no friend of the empire else then. What is the point of this meeting, because I do have things the do that will make things harder for the empire still to do..."

"I wanted to take your measure, whelp, see if you had what it takes. What it takes to follow our way, and yet.. I find myself disappointed," he said, but there was an up-tilt as he thought. "Yet, I may come find you yet. However, my advice, forget the way you followed here. You will not be welcomed without swearing to Mandalore, the true Mandalore, and unless you forsake Clan Wren somewhat.. I'm afraid that cannot happen."

"Well, if I changed allegiance at the drop of a helmet, what would that say about my integrity? And what good would that do you then?"

"A Mandalorian should hold himself higher, his companions higher, if they are not strong enough to match his strength and they willingly allow themselves to be cowed they are not worth the loyalty you have given the ," he said

"Well, as I have said, there are many in the clan that are not pleased with the occupation the Mandalore by the Empire, the sniveling coward Gar or Clan Vizsla. So, I am willing to listen to another way."

"Join with Mandalore, join us and fight, fight for everything you have ever desired to earn and then more. When we show our might to Mandalore, those who are worthy will flock to us and those who are not will fall to obscurity. Fight and die," he said.

"Okay, that is something I can get behind. What would you have do?"

"Prove yourself a true Mandalorian, go before Mandalore, and become accepted as one of our own. There have been.. a few, recently, who have taken their place among us. Though I question their worth.. they arrived from sponsorships. Perhaps, if you convince Mandalore of your worth on your own we may skip this step as I have my own foundling to teach."