[D5, MM] Meeting with the Force-sensitive

[Claymore Wren]

He'd been given an invitation to meet with this Sith named Irizka. He'd guessed it was something to do with the recurring dreams he'd been having, or at least sensed that he was a Force-user. Now that he'd seen Irizka for himself at in the mess hall last evening. Mandalore seemed to trust this one, though over the years, Mandalorians have not faired well in dealings with the Darksiders. Maul was old news these days, but he'd been there as part of Death Watch when Maul killed Per over 10 years ago. He'd spent most of his time after that in Hutt space and Wild Space.

Clay had thought about meeting Irizka somewhere with a lot of hammering and other Industrial sounds he was used to hearing, like near the Forge or repair bays. But those areas were not meant for outsiders. So, he'd decided to meet in the hanger, where there was still the den in hammering, welding and such. But, they could have a more private conversation. He was kneeling near to Oksana name remove the dirt from yesterday's speeder ride.

[Meiyokashi]

Claymore's location was well chosen, as though the hanger was vast and spacious you could still hear the labors of Veth's work. As well as the occasional swear off in that distance. A perfect place for him to find a sense of harmony within himself, a place where he felt at home. Perhaps this is why he was better able to notice the slight chill sliding over his bones as if to approach and envelop him. Leaving the lick of a foreboding aura that lingers about.

Irizka would arrive, had arrived, and though there was no proof that these occurrences were connected something deep within him spoke to say that they were.

[Irizka]

"I have felt your presence among them, Mandalorian. You are not.. like the others," they say, by way of greeting that was far more jarring than the way their voice didn't match their accent.

[Claymore Wren]

"Yeah, my armor does stand out quite a bit nor do I act the part... Though, Lysa does out do me a bit, but she is a demolitions... uh... expert?" He said more to himself. He'd wondered if they would try hiding in the Force or not. The fact they didn't gave him a little piece of mind. "Oh wait, I'm guessing you mean being a Force-sensitive. They was one of our people in the Jedi Order years ago. But, I'm sure you're not interested in a history lesson of our people either, or small talk." He stood upright to look at the Sith. "So, I got your invitation. What do you wish to talk about?"

[Irizka]

Irizka watches him speak, and though the hood obscured much that extra sense he has always had suggests they watch him like a lab rat to be observed.

"You are aware then. How did you not come into the possession of the Jedi when you were young?"

[Claymore Wren]

"Hum... When did the Jedi do anything that made any scene to everyone else?" He said with a bit of playful tone, and flipped the rag over his shoulder. "No, actually it may be my species has a much of late bloomers, it would seem. Which sucks, considering we live to be the same age of clones. Thank you for being a genetically engineered species. I did some research about it, and there were some who were latent force-users. They didn't became fully aware until adulthood. I didn't come into possession of this knowledge of what I am until a few years ago. And by then, no more Jedi Order..." He said matter-of-factly.

[Irizka]

"You might consider yourself lucky from the things I have learned of the fate of the Jedi Order and those that were party to them," they say. Allowing the moment for a rare smile from Irizka."Such late blooming with the force might offer one a new perspective on the force, I would think. One your Jedi Order found quite dangerous, as I understand."

[Claymore Wren]

"I know very little about the order or their practices. I merely did research on Force-sensitives in Offshoots. Though, I don't I would have wanted to be a Jedi. Too many rules and regulations for my taste. Much I have done that would been forbidden by the Order, I think. I don't really know much about the Sith either. Just was legends of the Old Republic the Sith and the Mandalorians. And seeing Maul first hand..." He said with a straight answer. He'd been more interested the living Force, though in the more of a passing hobby to look into when the mood suited him.

[Irizka]

"You research things that the Jedi would have preferred remained hidden forever more," they smile, though shake their head. Walking nearer to Claymore the being known as Irizka finds themselves a seat near to where he was set up to work.

"Perhaps it brings you no surprise that I too am familiar with both the ways of the Jedi and the Sith. I am certain you sense my strength, I have made no attempt to hide it. Though.. I apologize. I have also sensed that perhaps this has allowed you to experience dreams that seem foreign. I am to blame for that, and I will do what I must to relieve you of this stress."

"Before you wonder. No, I do not ascribe myself to the philosophy of the Jedi or the Sith. Your pursuits, perhaps, might have mirrored my own had you been born in a different time and place Claymore Wren."

[Claymore Wren]

He sat on his speeder, facing Irizka. "I'm quite happy with my life the way in is. I've been a racing mechanic by day, and black-ops slicer by night for most of my life. My only real interested in using the Force would be to better what I currently do." He said plainly. "So, the dreams, uh? I haven't had much of a chance to look into them yet, with the working on the Enclave security and clearing this hanger. The main people would seem to be an ancient Mandalorian, speaking an ancient dialect, with dark red skin. He was wearing the Mask we are after. I don't know of a spices with that dark a red colored skin. Massassi, maybe? No ideas."

[Irizka]

"That man was no Mandalorian- but they knew well the Mandalorian we all seek together. The species of this man was Sith, an ancient species long.. extinct. Once they contended with the rest of the galaxy in their might, the first to follow a path opposite that of the Jedi. Now they are but a footnote. A curiosity for idle consideration."

[Claymore Wren]

"The Sith, hum? I thought we were searching for an ancient Mandalore helm. I might need to stop huffing so much paint fumes. I've read legends of Exar Kun and Mandalore the Ultimate, but Exar Kun was a human."