Prologue
A yell sounded from the ice-covered alcove as the man fell to his knees, near the corpse of another. The yell was one of pure rage.His silver hair fell to covering his eyes as he looked down, slamming his fist on the ground, yelling curses to no-one and everyone, all at once.
As he stayed there in that single spot, still purely enraged, a dark robed man approached him, weaving around the corpses that littered the ground. Under his mask, as dark as night itself, the man smiled slightly, but otherwise remained silent.
Seconds became minutes as the dark robed man remained silent, waiting. But then, finally, the grieving man whipped around, aiming a shot from his side arm, a DX-14A blaster pistol, at the mysterious figure, yelling something incomprehensible as he did so. But the figure simply waved his hand, disarming the man before following with another motion, pinning him against the nearby wall of the alcove.
"I am not here to fight, despite what notions you may have thought of. Nor did I do this… Chirof Reytal," the figure simply motioned to the corpse as he spoke. After waiting a few moments for the message to sink in, the figure released Chirof, letting him fall to the floor.
"Then… Why-why are you here…?!" Chirof growled as he tried to slowly stand. "If it wasn't you… What are you doing here?! And why should I trust you?!"
The figure beckoned for Chirof to follow, still smiling beneath his mask. Once he reached the edge of the cliff, he continued, not bothering to turn to face the soldier. "Because I know who did do this… I was here when your brother was killed." After a few moments of a pause, the figure dropped his tone to one similar to anger. "He has eluded us for months. Sabotage from the inside, assassinations, destruction of property belonging to the Empire… He has done all of this… He was… one of our allies…"
Finally turning to face Chirof, the figure asked, "What do you know of Mandalorians? Most specifically, a Clan known as 'Jendri'?"