The Mandalorian surveys Zirak appraisingly for a moment.

"Who are you?" he asks at length, holding up Zirak's lightsaber, "Is this your weapon?"

"Free me or die," Zirak retorts, eyes burning dangerously.

The Mandalorian is silent for a moment, his features unreadable beneath his helmet.

"Are you a companion of Sora Bulq's?" he asks after a moment, jerking his head in the direction of the unconscious Jedi.

"Sora is a companion of mine," Zirak corrects him haughtily, lip curling, "And not a very useful one at that. Are you with the Stratocratic filth whining about him blowing up that facility?"

"I am not affiliated with the Stratocracy," answers the Mandalorian, "My loyalty is to Mandalore."

"You mean that idiot who has half the galaxy up in arms?" Zirak sneers.

"The planet, not that pretender who calls himself 'Mandalore'," says the Mandalorian coolly, clearly not impressed by being associated with Mandalore the Successor, "As for releasing you, I bear you no ill will, but you have landed on my moon, and appear to bear a considerable degree of ill will toward my men and I. Tell me, if Sora is your companion, are you one of the Crusader Jedi?"

"Those weaklings?" Zirak scoffs, ignoring the correction about planets, "Don't insult me. I am a Sith, not some Jedi weakling. And as for my bearing you 'ill will', I bear it to anyone who locks me in a cage. Keep me in here if you are brave enough to risk it, but know that even if you won't release me, eventually your pathetic defences will fall, and when they do, I will destroy you."

"A Sith?" the Mandalorian repeats, tilting his head skeptically, "The Sith are working with the Jedi Crusaders now? Are you part of Lady Uvariel's 'Sith Empire'?"

"That is none of your concern," Zirak sneers, unwilling to admit he does not have the slightest clue who Uvariel is or what is currently happening with intergalactic politics, "However, I suggest you release me so I can get back to my mission at hand, unless you want to be crushed."

They are interrupted at this moment by Sora, who gives a sudden gasp and awaken.

"Where am I?" he says groggily.

The Mandalorian turns his attention to Sora, moving over to the containment field which holds the Weequay.

"Sora Bulq."
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Sora frowns at his captor as he picks himself up.

"...Yes?"

"I am informed by your companion here that you are working with the Sith now. Is that correct?"

Sora glances at Zirak blankly, before turning back to the Mandalorian.

"I'm sorry, who are you?"

"I am a true Mandalorian," the Mandalorian replies, "I lead those who would see Mandalore restored. Now, are you working with this Sith?"

Sora surveys his captor warily.

"Why do you ask? What is it you want from us?"

The Mandalorian regards him for a moment, before shrugging.

"I want your assistance. In return, I can repair your ship and send you and your companions on your way."

"What happened to my ship?" Zirak demands, glaring.

"You tell me," the Mandalorian shrugs, "From what I can see there was some kind of battle on board which led to your crashing here on Duxn. The ship has sustained significant damage and won't be flying again without extensive repairs. However, as I said, I can help you in that regard."

Sora narrows his eyes.

"What kind of assistance do you want from us?"

"I need you to launch a raid," the Mandalorian replies.

"A raid?" Sora repeats blankly.
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"Indeed. The false Mandalorians have an base on Onderon. I want it gone."

"Why not do it yourself?" Zirak asks suspiciously.