DHARNESHA's HISTORY The smell of blaster scorch and the blip sound of a cred transfer has been the hallmarks of 'Nesha's life. At an early age 'Nesha and her sister Typheld were orphaned when their father was killed during a bounty hunt. Once apart of a proud Mandalorian clan, as 'Nesha was the eldest daughter she always took the legacy of her family as her responsibility. This often caused her a lot of trouble as she never cared much for taking the “easy road”, which was why when her sister left to join the Republic Marines, she scoffed at her sister's easy meal ticket. Typheld and Dahrnesha argued for days about her decision, but Typheld would not give in and was set in her course. A Jedi named Folgulna sponsored Typh's entry into the Marines and helped her on her way, and 'Nesha new no more of her former family for many years. It took some time and a pile of bad memories before 'Nesha could leave the backwater colony world of which all she knew for many years. As she sat in the shuttle of the transport ship she swore she would never be forced to do anything she didn't want to do ever again. She made a vow to live by her own rules. Since those day's she has been called a Bon Vivant by those circles she frequents as she plays her life close to her hip (almost as close as her blaster...). She contracts to anyone, so long as the credits are good and worth her time. Her rules? All Contracts are clearly defined from start to finish. No changes, no improvisation, no compromises. Half Credits up front, the other half on delivery. No Republic notes, no Imperial IOUs. Standard Credits ONLY. She will bring in children, but will never take a contract involving their death.And if you don't like all those rules? 4. Pay 150% of the bounty and she'll forget to care... DHARNESHA PART 1: "To Con a Darth..." The holocommunicator squelched to life as the call connected. The image of her compatriot, another Mandalorian in archaic armor, appeared on the pad. “Its done, Zeks.” she confirmed. “About time, 'Nesha. What took you so long?” “Has the spice finally got to your fool head? 'What took me so long?'” she mocked. “I was dealing with a damned Darth. That sort of thing takes time...” Zeks nodded. “So, did you get the job?” “Better...I got a full time contract.” “What?!” Zeks replied incredulously. “Oh yeah...and its cred-city, baby. I played it big at Pazzak and that Darth's hand was more sour than a 'Vermillion tart'. Were set.” “That's better then we could have hoped for, 'Nesha. I'll inform the others, then we'll---” “Hold on, Zeks.” she cautioned. “I'm not ready to make our move just yet. I need to infiltrate a Guild to gain this Darth's trust. Once that's done, we can start moving the clan to a safer station and start operations up again. Just sit back and let me do the dirty work right now. When credits start flowing, I'll let you know.” she winked, giving Zeks her crooked smile. “Will do, 'Nesha. This is good news regardless.” he nodded, then stood up proud. “For the Glory of the Mando'a! We will once again be feared in this galaxy.” and with that, the image of Zeks faded as the holocommunicator disengaged. Dahrnesha, secretly of Clan Tho'noah, smiled to herself in the cockpit of her ship. She played a dangerous game with this Darth, but she knew she could use this alliance to her benefit, and possibly the benefit of all Mandalorians. She wasn't planning to betray her contract...no no, that wasn't like her at all. She would follow the contract to the letter of the agreement settled upon. But in doing so, she thought, Clan Tho'noah would rule and take control of the title of Mandalore while heralding a new age for all of her people. And she would do so all on the bank roll of the Sith Empire. 'Nesha chuckled, piloting her ship to the next destination of her hunt, smug in her triumph and dreaming of credits and glory.