Kamda

Claymore rides back from the digsite and has many thoughts on his mind on the way back the Enclave. Most of all, how busy the site was, this late in at night. With what he's saw at the dig and the briefcase, he thinks he's got enough evidence, that Mandalore should know what is going now. The dig must be big to have in running day and night.

Clay goes by his place be get the briefcase from the hiding place he put it in after the long study session of earlier. As always, he checks to make sure everything is still there in the briefcase.

Hopefully Raven or Varina will be around the Enclave just in case the highly uppers of the Mandalorians don't believe me...
"If not, time to go for broke." He says, as he jumps back on his speeder.

As he drives towards the Enclave, he starts thinking Raven. And, wonders how her day has been. How many fights she got into day.

She's quite the warrior. He thinks.

He gets the Enclave, and jumps off his speeder bike and walks into the entryway with the briefcase in hand.

"I need to say to whoever is in change this. Praxton or Mandalore. This is of great importance." He yells monotone voice.

Raven was on her way from the medical side of the enclave, after having been patched up again from the fight that broke out at Lux as she heard the call, and she kind of limped her way over to see what was going on.

"Su cuy'gar, Raven. Looking pretty as ever." As he sees she, and gives she a show honor. "Pain fades, men dig scars, glory lasts forever. I was hopeful to look you have."

Praxton was closer to the front than Mandalore nine times out of ten, which meant that he was the first to respond to Claymore's calls of the two who were senior to most every other Mandalorian here.

"You call?" he asked Claymore as he approached. Looking to Raven and shaking his head slightly, but refocused on the matter to hand.

"I am Claymore Frost." He salutes to the man.

"I have a briefcase that you need to see. Raven saw the contents last night, and she can vouch for it being of importance. And, while I an Clan Wren, that I am a friend. Can we go somewhere with a table and some privacy." He shows the briefcase and the crest embossed on the front of the briefcase.

Praxton would glance to Raven, and with her assent, lead them both somewhere private.

"Su cuy'gar, Clay." She raised an eyebrow at the praise.

Raven gave a nod to confirm, somehow managing to look a little sheepish when Praxton shook his head.

"He speaks true."

"Then we walk," he said, directing them both to follow. Bringing them to a smaller chamber that contained no-one he sat them down at a table. Choosing to stand himself. He was rather.. determined in his demand that Raven be one to sit and allowed no room for another option.

"What is it you have then, specifically?" he asked.

Clay sets the briefcase down on the table and opens it. "There is an Imp secret dig of our ruins in the Alask desert. It is active and could be trouble to us."

He pulls out a few papers and maps. "This briefcase is an Imperial archaeologist's that I took from the Gala yesterday night. I spent much of the day, today combing though the documents and maps to see what they were doing. I just came back from the digsite, and it looks like it's going day and night. Which means they found something of value already." He puts a map down on the table to show Praxton when the dig is located, and hands him a data sheets of what Imperials have found and what they looking for.

"And, for how I came to possess it, I've done the occasional Spec-Op stuff before... Mostly stealth, slicing a door, retrieve whatever and get out."

Raven kind of grumbled a little to herself as she was told to sit, but didn't argue over it and sat down, wincing slightly from the discomfort.

"What's the security like out there?"

While he would like to help her get comfortable eyeing her under his helmet, but he knows better, unless asked... "That are a dozen plus lookout towers, but only a few perimeter patrols. So, my guess is, there is a lot of fire power, but not a lot man power using it. It looks like they are trying to keep thing secretive."

"So too much for a small strike team, it seems to me," Raven chewed her lip as she thought about it.

"Did you guys know there were Mandalorian ruins here on Kamda?" She asked and looked to Praxton.

"This is all news to me," he said, a quick shrug. "If Mandalore knew, and he would be one to, he never mentioned anything to me or the others. Not as far as I'm aware," he said.

"Of course.. if there is something of value for us there I doubt even a small army could withstand a proper assault by a team of well armed Mandalorian's."

"That would why I came to you." He shrugs. "Raven said I can true you. So, what's next?"

"Wonder what they might've found there..." she mused as she looked over the stuff Clay had brought. "If we can successfully reclaim the place, it would be a great victory to our people."

Might even be a better place for an enclave, she thought.

"I'm guessing an attack like that will take some planning though?"

"Well, that are a few relics and such if you want to look this list. There might be things that I missed. I'm not a warfare expert that you have showed me to be. I looked for dates and things like tests they were doing." He pulls the lists of the artifacts out and hands they to her.

Taking the list, Raven begin to skim over its contents. If the Mandalorians were to attack this place, well... she figured that would be Mandalore's call, and not hers.

"Tests? What kind of tests?"

"Some of it's like what type of metal it is and some is trying to date how long ago it was." Looking at her. "I'm not a scientist like the man who owned this briefcase. I build stuff or make computers blow-up." He says playfully sarcastic at the end of the statement.

"Could be anything if they are in an ancient Mandalorian site like the papers claim. Regardless, that the Empire suspects it is one of our heritage sites.. and given Raven's appeal to the Mando'ade it would be a rather appropriate show of force."

Raven grinned. "Punching Imps on the nose and reclaiming what's ours... sounds like it will be a good fight."

She passed the list back to Clay. And her look was more serious again. "Mandalore will approve of it?"