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Nal Hutta was one the capital of the Hutt Empire and has become so again. It was almost destroyed during the Vong war and was entirely changed by Vongforming, but the Hutt have once more resettled the planet and have used it's change to their advantage. They have restarting their mining operations creating huge cities that fill the sky with smog once again, and have cut down the vong lifeforms and use them in various things. They also now export the deadly species the vong left behind and use them as pets like rancors.

Nal Hutta is once more a haven for scum and slime like the Hutts and their servants and Nar Shadaar the moon that orbits around the planet is once more the Smuggler's Moon if a bit more dangerous than it was before. If one thing can be said for Hutts they can generally turn something to their advantage. There are still patches of bog and marshland, as well as vongformed areas making Nal Hutta a very diverse world, one that can even draw tourists these days ones that wish to see what happened to planets during the war in a 'safe' environment.

Darman felt slightly hollow inside like a true darmanda one who had lost his soul. He had to resign as Mandalore and leave his people in another's care and this tore his soul to shreds. This was the curse of being Mandalorian and also being a Force User for he knew that it was for the best for him to leave for a while. The Force was as vague and cryptic as ever not telling him things exactly just showing him glimpses and so he left to become a bounty hunter/mercenary again. If his people should need him once more he would rise to their cause but for now he needed to find a new purpose.

He was not alone though, his elite body guard had left with him, wishing to continue keeping him safe and he could not deny his brothers. So it was that the twenty three of them had left Mandalore with nothing more than a heavily modified carrier shuttle modified to be crewed by them alone and given heavy weaponry and shielding as well as an upgraded hyperdrive, increased cargo space and size; one Stathas-class freighter, their war basilisks, Wing-Blast Rocket Packs, Lagartoz War Dragons, two Canderous-class assault tanks, Shadow V Combat Airspeeders, personal weaponry and miscellaneous items, and their personal space ships which are all bes'uliik the pride of Mandalore, their quad lasers and extreme armor and agility made with the Vespine made them deadlier than any Stealth-X, and also in the cargo was Darman's personal spaceship the Kyr'galaar (heavily modified star viper attack platform) one he had worked long and hard on with his friend Mys’tll (bio is pending, need a lot of work on it) the Vespine that was his closest friend and who was learning the ways of Mandalorian from him.

At the thought of his friend he gazes out of his peripheral vision and sees his friend wearing crusader mandalorian armor of the older design with spikes and more insectiod helmet, all but disguising his race as another mando'ade. This brought a private smile to Darman's lips for no one could see beneath his helmet, he clicks open the subvocal channel to the others through his buy'ce "alright spread out and look for work, and whatever you do don't get scammed, this place is a cesspool of scum don't let them dirty your armor." he hefts his Mythosaur Axe, the large blade fanning out which gave him a large path ahead of him as people generally don't want to mess with a mandalorian, let alone one who is carrying an axe with a head that is the size of his body. "Happy hunting vode." with that he clicks the link closed and walks through the streets his body covered in mandalorian armor with weaponry and a jet pack showing he doubted any one would try anything stupid with him.

After several minutes of working his way to a well known Hutt bar he slips from the crowd and into a back alley keeping his t-shaped visor on the groups of people, he just needed a break from the 'press' even though not many were willing to get close to him, being this near to so many shabla slaves, those who'd give up their freedom and let their spirits be crushed made him sick. He really hated dealing with Hutt's but sometimes there was no other alternative, or all other choices were even less appealing.

hearing sounds of a scuffle and a small voice yelling out expletives it should not have known Darman feeling more curious than anything went deeper into the alleyway. What he came upon even with everything he had seen in his lifetime both shocked and disgusted him. A small girl was fending off several bigger older boys with a knife. Their intent was clear which made Darman's heart harden towards the boys and his grip tighten on his axe. He took one step forward then stopped noticing that the girl was holding her own and had wounded one of the boys, he would not force his help upon her unless she needed it. She was very impressive for one so small, a tiny ball of fury with that small knife "fierfrek, she is ori'atin."

he watched her fight off the boys very impressed by her actions, and then she went to help the creature that had apparently been the focus of their anger before her. He let his axe slide off his shoulder the broad head digging into the ground before he nods towards her "very well done ad'ika, tell me what do you plan on doing now? How will you tend for what you have protected?"

he feels a lump in his throat at her discovery but now was not the time for tears. She was strong, but this was a lot for one so young to endure, and he slowly approached her so as not to startle her and rested one hand on her shoulder "sometimes, no matter how hard we try, things will always end a certain way. You did your best at'ika and I am sure that the spirit of the jawa is appreciative. For it is still around Nu kyr'adyc, shi taab'echaaj'la. You must move on and find another reason to fight and others to protect." he gives her shoulder a gentle squeeze "come, take what you must and do with the remains as you see fit. I would like to know more about you ad'ika perhaps some food is in order and maybe some time for you to mourn."

he smiles slightly to himself "have you ever heard of mandalorian's ad'ika?" he reaches down with his free hand and puts the axe once more on his shoulder "so what has made one with your fiery spirit live among these shabla aruetiise?"

he felt himself grow very 'focused' at her words "do you know which Hutt killed your father ad'ika? Do you know where your home is now?" he forced himself to calm slightly as he looked down at her through his visor "Mandalorians are my people, we are mercenaries and warriors, trained from either birth or around your age to become strong. We are travelers and bounty hunters, but most importantly we are family. There is nothing I would not do for my vode, and ad'ika means little one in our language. I am sorry for your loss Hana, I will see what I can do to rectify it Ha'ika." his eyes were narrow slits behind his visor, that some shabla Hutt would have destroyed this little girls world did not surprise him but he would see justice done.

he nods "well then you will need a better weapon if kar'oya 'kari gihaal." he releases her shoulder and draws out a blaster pistol "have you ever fired one before?" he notices they are growing closer to the end of the alleyway "and do you know where to find the Hutt that killed your father?"