Nar Dralshy'a (D3, Mid Morning. Open)

[Raven Cadera]

Raven shrugged. "That they've changed doesn't undo what they've done, Claymore. Do you know why the New Mandalorians attempted to change the ways of the Mando'ade?"

[Claymore Frost]

"I know Duchess Satine Kryze and that she was a great leader of Mandalore, and she is the sister of Bo-Katan. I also know Bo-Katan became heavily influenced by Satine after her death. I am not trying to defend Gar or Death Watch of 10 plus years ago... If anything, I'm trying make sure that never happens again..." His voice wavering at the end of his statement.

[Raven Cadera]

"Then it seems we have a similar vision for the future." She gave an approving nod to him.

"... sorry if I came across too harsh."

[Claymore Frost]

"Don't think anything of it. I don't spend much time talking of the past. I spend so much time around racing and working by myself." "He shrugs a little.

"It is good to talk with you about all of this. Thank you. You are becoming a beautiful warrior."

[Raven Cadera]

"... Beautiful, huh?" she gave him a sidelong glance.

"Not the kind of praise most Mandalorians give eachother."

[Claymore Frost]

"Yeah, no. I know it's not the same words we would use. But, as you have said, I am not a normal Mandalorians."

He points his finger aimlessly, "I'm just trying to give you a complement..." feeling like he have said too much.

[Raven Cadera]

Well, that was a touch awkward.

"... You should work on your aim, Claymore," Raven changed the subject, pointing back to the targets. "Once you want moving targets, there's some forests outside of the city for hunting. Shooting birds ain't much glory, but it's good practice."

[Claymore Frost]

"Alright, sounds like a good idea. I will do some more here. Hopefully there won't be any fire fights while awhile..."

He pulls out he blaster and aims for a another helmet.

D3 MM Fluff roll for the shooting range. Let's say Average difficulty: 3eA+2eD 2 successes, 1 threat

[Raven Cadera]

"Hopefully not here in the enclave, but I welcome the chance for battle on this planet." Spoken like a true Mandalorian.

"Good shot."

[Claymore Frost]

"Well, I mean for a couple days. Gives me a choice to get a little practice..." His voice sounding sheepish. Aims for a small target.

D3 MM Fluff roll for the shooting range. Let's say hard difficulty: 3eA+3eD 2 failures, 3 advantage


"Ugh. Maybe I need more practice and a little less time with maintenance. I'm a little O.C.D. with my equipment."

[Raven Cadera]

"Don't worry about it. The enclave, from what I understand, is a good place to learn. You have a sponsor her to train you, no?" she asked, curious who was sponsoring him, or if he was already considered a full member of the group.

[Claymore Frost]

"No, I have been having a lot a problems getting a sponsor. I have tried to get a meeting or whatever, but have had no luck. I have met an old mando in the sewers under the enclave while I was doing some reconnaissance." As he drops his arm to his waist.

[Raven Cadera]

"An old Mandalorian in the sewers?" that sounded kind of weird. "Just... hanging out there?"

"Wait, you were doing recon here?"

[Claymore Frost]

"I do it everywhere I go. Ok, maybe recon is the wrong name for it, but I like to know all the entry and exit when I plan to be staying for awhile. I promise that's it. And the old man was waiting for me. He seems to do his our homework."

[Raven Cadera]

"Ah." The explanation made more sense that way. "I get what you mean. Clever."

"Any idea of who this guy was? Since he was waiting for you and all to show up in the sewers." Of all charming meeting-spots.

[Claymore Frost]

"He was wearing orange armor. I don't know too much else, it was dark." He holsters his blaster again. "And, he said I should go see Mandalore. So yeah, I've been trying to find a receptionist or something to ask for an audience."

[Raven Cadera]

Dredgen.

Raven put her hands on her hips as she was clearly thinking. She was by no means smart like Claymore, but she was certainly a little bit paranoid from her rough life.

"Receptionist?" she chuckled briefly. "Ain't no such thing, as far as I know. When I came here, I was met by my sponsor, Praxton, and this orange-armored one too, as I was expected as well. From there I was invited to meet with Mandalore by them... so I don't understand why he didn't just bring you to see Mandalore then and there?"

[Claymore Frost]

"I may need to prove that I am worthy of an audience. The old man wasn't sure of me, because of my Clan. I bet if I was part of Clan Vizsla, I wasn't have had the meeting in the sewers. Wren is a much lesser Clan, and I am glad I am there now, because of Wren has a lot of people not happy with Gar and his 'leadership'."

[Raven Cadera]

It seemed strange to her, but she didn't think Claymore was up to anything underhanded.

"You've briefly met my sponsor, Praxton. Yesterday. You should go see him. I don't think he'll be difficult to talk to, but I think you should tell him what happened, and ask for a meeting with Mandalore."

[Claymore Frost]

"Ok. He may still be testy with me, because I may have accused him of doing the same posturing Gar does, because I don't know if he was a friend or enemy. So, yeah... I didn't came to blew my cover until I was sure he wasn't an Imp sympathizer. You can't be too careful this days, ya know?" He does a little head nod.