Shadows of Bankor

Venator sits in the pilot seat of the Shereshoy. He makes the last checks on the ship before getting ready for departure.

Sacha comes back from finishing strapping everything down in the back. "How're things looking?"

"Ya dun good work darl'n. She flies like a dream." Venator gives his honest assessment.

"Almosd dun de lasd checks. God any place in mind ya wanna go? Odherwise, I reckon we can go back home do Mandalore do repord."

Sacha took off her helmet, setting it aside and shaking out her hair. "We'll have to fly under the radar a little. Gar Saxon, if he's heard anything about what happened here, won't be thrilled with us."

"We godda do wa we godda do." Venator flips a few more switches as he nears the end of the flight checks.

"By de way darl'n, I was wonder'n if ya can alder my helmed a lil. I wanna give is more of a frondier look like dis." He brings up a holo image of the idea that he has. "Dhough keep de classic Mandalorian helmed visor slid look."

"That's a fact."

She looked at the hollow, tilting her head to the side. "Sure, I can try."

"Do ya dhink id screams me?" Venator asks with a mirthful chuckle.

"Didya wanna work on da fly or somedime lader?" He follows up.

"It's interesting. I can make it on the way. I mean, it's really just adding a brim," she agreed.

Venator nods and puts his hands on the back of his helmet and lifts it off his head. He hands over the helmet to her. If she is familiar with Jango or any clones, he bares a striking resemblance but not a perfect one to them. It is more familial. He looks more like a teenage nephew of the famous Mandalorian warrior.

She accepted the helmet and looked curiously at him. "You a member of Clan Fett by blood?"

Venator shakes his head and replies. "Nod undil I prove myself wordhy enough."

She nodded and gave a small smile. "I'll do my best to help."

"'Preciade id darl'n. Dhough if we manage do ged back de Darksaber, Clan Fedd will probably be begg'n me do join." Venator says with a smirk.