"Not all of the Mandalorian people support Mandalore Fett's decision," Voro explained. "There was a fringe group, consisting of the reborn Clan Varad and a couple smaller ones, that broke away from the Mandalorian Main Body, to pursue their own agendas."
"From what I heard from Boba, Clan Varad was, and still is, considered to be like a Rancor foaming at the mouth," Markus added. "Their bloodlust and violence surpasses even the Sith Empire. Even Zaarin refuses to deal with them. Whatever the Covenant and the Trade Federation stood to gain by working with them is irrelevant - if history is any indication, Varad will eventually turn on his allies to satisfy his thirst for blood and war."
*** Sol's Bar & Grille, Dragon'taan ***
Lian and James spent a good hour talking, visiting memories good and bitter. The more they talked, the more they felt comfortable around each other. This was abruptly cut short when Lian's XO arrived. "It's good to see you in better spirits, Commander," the Romulan said. "But we have a situation out at Outpost Hood."
"Why didn't you beep my communicator?" Lian asked.
"You forgot to take it with you," the XO responded with a hint of sarcasm.
"Hnh, wonder why I did that," Lian chuckled. "Well, we should get going."
"My lady," James pleaded, "Let me come with you."
Lian smiled. "I don't see why not," she answered. She looped arms with James, eliciting an amused chuckle from the Romulan XO. "Commander Reznov to the Devoras... three to beam up."