Chapter 3

En Route to Nar Shaddaa

Myrtenaster

"So, what about… vod? I hear you guys say that a lot…"

"Well, it means either brother or sister. Adding ner in front just means 'my', like, 'my brother'."

Weiss furrowed her brow as she listened in on the conversation between Jaune and the diminutive brunette girl who'd been brought in as a bounty along with her boisterous blonde sister. The younger Mandalorian blond had been sitting in the room of cages, conversing with the, admittedly, amicable Corellians during his breaks from monitoring the bridge. Their cordiality was all the more remarkable considering their current plight, on their way to be delivered to Nar Shaddaa.

"Wait, so, Mandalorians don't differentiate between genders in their language?" she heard the annoyingly cute brunette interject next.

"Nope," Jaune replied easily.

"That is sooo cool!"

The Mandalorian woman's face momentarily eased into a smile at the little mechanic's exuberance before morphing back into a scowl, her arms folded tightly against her white-enameled chestplate from where she leaned up against the bulkhead, around the corner from the detention chamber.

What the shab is wrong with me? she thought to herself irritably. I am an Echani, a warrior born of a long line of proud warriors, I am not one to be so… distracted.

She'd noted the brunette when they'd first apprehended their bounty, of course, but had been entirely too focused on the task at hand to really get a decent look at her. And then that simple, offhand comment when she'd taken her helmet off… Even now she refused to dignify the girl by name in her head, otherwise, that would create even more unwanted confusion.

"Anything else you wanted to know, Ruby?"

Weiss spun on her heel, marching down the corridor of her beloved ship, Myrtenaster, the scowl on her face deepening to lethal proportions. "Haar'chak," she muttered angrily. "Haar'chak, haar'chak, haar'chak…"

"Cursing to yourself already, ner vod? One would think something had gotten under your skin…"

She came to a stop in the middle of the common area, leveling her glare upon her partner. Of course, her sister Mandalorian was wholly unaffected by the onslaught, simply gazing back from her seat on the lounge couch with a merry twinkle in her emerald-green eyes.

Pyrrha let out a sigh as she sat up, patting the seat next to her. "Come, talk with me, you're acting like a Gundark denied their prey. That's not healthy for when we hit planetside, and you know it."

"Ugh," she groaned, changing course to flop inelegantly in the space indicated with a muffled whump. "I know, I'm acting like an utreekov…"

"I didn't say that," the redhead replied levelly. "Though, love does tend to make utreekove of us all…"

Weiss' glare, having receded somewhat, returned in force as she glanced at the smirking Mando warrior. "I am not… I don't… Argh!" She grabbed both sides of her head with her hands, screwing her eyes shut. "Just… K'uur!"

"Elek, ner vod," Pyrrha replied humorously. "You cannot deny, though, that you have become somewhat… enamored of the ad'ika." She raised an eyebrow in curiosity at just how unhinged her partner had become since departing Tatooine. "Er… You do realize we will quite likely never see them again after we collect our bounty, do you not?"

The pale-skinned woman leaned back with her head against the rear of the lounge, closing her eyes wearily once more. "I know," she whispered. "And that is what irritates me the most, I'm acting like a di'kut when it isn't even necessary…"

"Well, I honestly don't know what to tell you." The redheaded Mandalorian levered herself up, jumping in place slightly to settle her armor. "I will go check our course, but in the meantime, you know I am here for you, yes?"

Weiss gave a little grunt of acknowledgment, which caused the other woman to smile and lean down, giving the alabaster armor a sharp rap with one gauntleted knuckle.

That got her to open her eyes, gazing back with pale blue orbs to see the crimson-armored woman extend an arm to her.

"Vode an," Pyrrha stated solemnly.

Smiling softly at the reminder of their bond as Mandalorians and sisters in a capacity that transcended blood, Weiss clasped their forearms together. "Vode an, Pyrrha. And vor entye."

The redhead grinned widely as she turned and strode out in the direction of the bridge. "K'oyacyi!" she cheerfully called back over her shoulder.

The Echani woman sighed and leaned her head back again, once more closing her eyes. In just a few more hours, this job would be complete and she could move on with her life once again, without the distraction of a pair of pretty silver eyes…

"Haar'chak," she groaned in frustration.

Nar Shaddaa

Weiss strode down the ramp of her ship, scanners active and searching for threats. She loosed the slim but accurate blaster pistol in its holster, resting her left hand on it as she made a slow sweep of the landing pad.

"Clear," she reported tersely over the helmet comm. "No aru'e."

"Relax, ner vod," Pyrrha's voice came back soothingly. "Jaune already scanned the area from the bridge."

"Just making sure."

"And not because you're as jumpy as a Draagax, hmm?"

She let out an irritable huff, not deigning to reply otherwise. Soon enough, her partner joined her at the bottom of the ramp, gently herding along the Corellian sisters who were bound once more with their arms behind them. Weiss tapped her left forearm readout to ensure the magcuffs were secure before turning and leading the way into the depths of the Hutt-controlled cityscape.

Yang was glancing around with interest at the garish holographic signs, getting her bearings, before facing forward once again with a resigned sigh. "Yep, what I thought. Junior."

"Hey, are we not bringing our droids along?" the brunette piped up, worry lacing her words.

The Echani Mandalorian almost didn't reply, but with a resigned sigh dropped her jaw to open the exterior mic. "Not just yet. The bounty includes all property, but we'll make sure things are jate first."

"Jate?"

"Er… Good. Or clear… Essentially that the client is on the up-and-up."

"Oh, okay. Um, thanks, Weiss!"

With a scowl directed solely at herself, Weiss flexed her jaw once more and closed the channel. "Haar'chak, haar'chak, haar'chak…"

"Udesiir, vod," Pyrrha murmured soothingly.

She groaned quietly as they walked down the dimly-lit corridor. She upped the light amplification slightly to accommodate. "I'm calm, I'm all sorts of shabla calm."

Ignoring the amused snort, Weiss scrolled through the readings on her HUD. Several active cameras had been tagged, meaning that their approach would already have been noted.

Before too long, the corridor opened up into a courtyard. It was ringed on three sides by buildings, the rust-stained walls tall and imposing, while the left side was simply a massive network of pipes and conduits that served as a latticework ceiling overhead as well. Enough of the red-tinted sky was visible to provide decent enough illumination that the Mandalorian reverted the light amplification of her helmet back to normal levels.

There were a handful of people scattered about the area, with one hulking man in a fashionable black suit waiting in the center, flanked by a pair of Devaronian women. The assumed bodyguards shifted about restlessly, one dressed in a white jumpsuit and the other in red.

Her visor readout quickly displayed all weaponry in the area, from the twin blasters of one bodyguard to the twin vibroblades on the other, the blaster tucked into a shoulder holster of their client, and the armaments concealed close by where the other four humanoids were spread about.

Her rear camera display let her see that Pyrrha was slowing her approach, not liking the number of potential ambush points any more than she did. Weiss fought down the quick flush of relief when she noted her partner was keeping both girls near her when she paused near a few crates that could provide potential cover.

Activating her external mic once more, Weiss addressed the Human male waiting for them.

"Hei Xiong, I presume?"

"Yeah, you got it," the bearded man answered roughly. He shot a smirk at the pair of siblings standing some distance behind her. "And you got the goods."

"I do. You have the payment?"

"Well, that depends… The contract specified belongings, too." The burly man, commonly referred to as Junior within the Nar Shaddaa underworld, folded his arms across his barrel chest and leaned against the crates behind him. "You get their ship also?"

"Their ship was a wreck," Weiss responded levelly. "The cargo, too. We have their personal effects and a pair of droids back on our ship, which we will transfer to you as soon as your payment authorizes."

"Well, now, that's a shame to hear," he sighed, shaking his head. "Would have at least liked to have gotten a little return from how they karked up the last job… But, oh well."

"He's going to double-cross us," Pyrrha warned quietly in her ear.

She quickly switched over to the internal comm to answer. "I know." Externally, she decided to give the criminal another chance. "The payment?" she prompted once more, the fingers of her left hand slowly closing over her blaster's grip.

"See, here's the thing," Xiong replied guilelessly, spreading his arms wide. "I never pay for anything I don't have to."

"Oh, you'll pay alright, aruetii. Whether you can afford the price has yet to be seen."

With a derisive snort, Xiong dropped his arms, and the courtyard erupted with gunfire.

Weiss was already moving, her blaster in hand and sending accurate shots at the four visible humanoids who ringed the courtyard. Xiong and his bodyguards had quickly dodged out of sight as soon as his men had opened fire.

As she crouched behind a durasteel crate, her gaze involuntarily flickered over to where the Corellian sisters had been standing. The Mandalorian warrior let out a quick sigh of relief at the sight of the pair huddled together where Pyrrha had tossed them, protected from the blaster bolts by the flimsier crates that were nearby. The crimson-armored woman herself was crouched over them, blaster rifle raised as she calmly picked off the snipers who had been lying in wait above their heads.

"It would seem," Pyrrha mentioned calmly over their helmet comm, "that the situation is a bit shabla, yes?"

"A bit," Weiss agreed nonchalantly. She tapped a quick code into her forearm readout and released the magcuffs around her former bounties. "I'm going after him."

"K'oyacyi, ner vod. I'll hold here."

"K'oyacyi," she returned steadily, hoping the literal admonition to stay alive wouldn't be necessary. After a quick huff, she darted out from behind her cover and raced forward, just in time to see her target duck through a small portal and seal it behind him. The pair of Devaronians drew their weapons and faced her as she charged forward.

With a fierce grin behind her helmet, Weiss dropped to one knee while her forward momentum carried her into a slide, firing her blaster at the pair. Both managed to dodge out of the way easily enough, quickly circling around to flank the Mandalorian as she jumped back to her feet.

The red-clad bodyguard sailed in close, vibroblades whirling around her like a sand dervish. Weiss turned her right shoulder and took the attack full-on, slamming into the woman. Malachite eyes widened in shock below the twin spots common on the foreheads of the females of her race as she went stumbling backwards, though Weiss didn't intend to let up. Several blaster bolts hit her in the back but she trusted in her armor, her Beskar'gam, to protect her.

With a quick flex of muscles, the blade in her right vambrace extended and she slashed outwards, catching her opponent with a shallow but painful cut across her abdomen. The Devaronian woman fell to the durocrete ground with an anguished scream.

Weiss pushed off of her right foot and spun back around to confront the other bodyguard who was peppering her with blaster fire, a fierce scowl on her lightly-furred face. The Mandalorian charged forward, sending a few shots to precede her and force her opponent to dodge. As she closed in, the platinum-haired woman dropped to the floor and spun. The armored boot smashing into the other woman's leg produced a very satisfying crunch, causing more screams to join in the chorus as the last bodyguard fell next to her.

Grunting, Weiss levered herself up and checked her surroundings. Every enemy in sight was down, dead or wounded too severely to put up any more of a fight. She kicked the pair of blasters to the side before taking a quick step over to crouch next to the white-clad Devaronian. The wristblade pressed to her throat cut her piteous wails off like a switch.

"Name?" she growled, the electronic filtering causing the word to come out in a deadly-sounding rumble.

"M- Melanie," her downed opponent whispered shakily.

The bounty hunter inclined her head slightly towards where the red-clad woman lay, breathlessly watching the scene with avid eyes and clutching her hands to her bleeding stomach. "Sister?"

"Y- Yes, my twin, Miltiades, we're… We're exiles. From Devaron."

"You picked one hu'tuun of an employer, didn't you?"

The Devaronian blinked uncertainly, not understanding the word but perhaps gathering the implication of such just by context. Weiss leaned forward a bit so that the Y-shaped visor was all the other woman could see.

"Where did he go?"

Gulping, Melanie licked her lips nervously. "He… He's got a bolt-hole, don't know where… where it goes."

"Please," a soft, pained voice pleaded from behind Weiss. "Let us go? We won't interfere…"

"Miltia, quiet," the Devaronian under her implored, eyes wide and scared.

"You two want to live? Give me something I can use."

"You can't make it back to your ship," Melanie immediately replied, the words tumbling from her mouth like water. "Junior would have called in reinforcements by now, you're cut off, but there's another accessible landing pad three levels up and to the north…"

"Hmm. Alright, then." Weiss gracefully rose to her feet again, smirking at the sighs of relief from the two prone women. Sometimes the reputation of Mandalorians can be Mandokar indeed.

She turned without another word and strode towards Pyrrha and the other girls, both of whom had retrieved discarded blasters and were clutching them determinedly. "We have to go," she announced over her external mic. "More aru'e inbound."

"Bal'ban." The crimson Mandalorian rose, her blaster carbine held at the ready. "Back to the ship?"

"Nayc, we're about to be cut off." Weiss came to a stop, careful to keep her body turned away while still able to ascertain that, though somewhat shaken, the brunette Corellian was uninjured. "Pull up the schematics, we need a stairway up."

She gave a curt nod to Pyrrha's murmured "Lek" and then quickly opened a channel to the ship. "Jaune, any activity?"

"Nayc, all clear," the Mandalorian trainee promptly reported.

"Won't be for long. Take off, look for another landing pad three levels up."

"Lek, which side?"

"Gaht." With the directions given, Weiss closed the channel and began to head for the blinking icon now on her HUD where Pyrrha was herding the others. Blaster in hand, she kept a careful eye out for any more trouble.

The group of four carefully headed up the durocrete stairway, Pyrrha pausing at each landing to check ahead. At the second one, the brunette girl turned, her own confiscated blaster held in a high ready stance. "Hey, Weiss?"

"Yes… Ruby?" She scowled once again behind her concealing helmet, this time at how nice it felt to say her name.

"Um… So, yeah, I saw you fight earlier, and… well… I just wanna say…"

Weiss turned slightly from where she was watching the rear, only to peer directly into excited pools of silver.

"That was so cool!" the diminutive mechanic finally burbled quietly. "I mean, you were all, whoosh and wham and they never even stood a chance! You were totally amazing!"

"Er… vor'e."

"Oh, that kinda sounded like vor entye a little bit, so was that 'thanks', then?"

The white-armored Mandalorian sighed humorously as they began their ascent once more. "Yes, it is."

"Cool! I mean… Ba'gedet'ye!" Ruby grinned disarmingly over her shoulder. "Did I say that right?"

Before Weiss could respond, the blonde just ahead turned with a smirk on her face. "Rubes, you can flirt on your own time, let's get outta here first, huh?"

"Yang!" her sister squawked indignantly, face blushing brightly all the way to the tips of her ears. "I wasn't… You… Shut up!"

"Too copikla," Weiss murmured under her breath, careful not to let the mic pick her words up. Louder, she cleared her throat before addressing Ruby. "K'uur."

"What was that?" the brunette asked curiously.

"K'uur. It means to shut it. Or you could use nar'sheb, that means to shove it, but perhaps a bit stronger than that."

"Oh, awesome! Hey, Yang! Nar'sheb!"

"Rubes, I don't know what that means, but when I find out I got the feeling I'm gonna thump you for it."

"Bring it!" Ruby exclaimed cheerfully, sticking her tongue out.

Weiss closed her external mic. "Entirely too copikla for her own good," she groaned.

"And yet you encourage her, ner vod."

She scowled irritably at the crimson-armored back half a flight of steps up, having forgotten to close the channel she always left open between her and her partner. "Oh, k'uur."

Her scowl only deepened at the amused giggle she received in response, but it dropped when her external sensors picked up on movement from below. Switching back to external, she turned and dropped to one knee. "Keep moving, the landing pad is another level up."

There wasn't time to wait for any acknowledgment as a pair of Rodian thugs came charging up the steps soon thereafter, followed by a Twi'lek and a Human, all males and clutching blaster rifles rather determinedly. Her blaster snapped up to drop the first two, the henchmen unable to even lift their guns in time, but before she could track the second pair they were down as well, smoldering holes in their foreheads.

Weiss turned incredulously to regard the petite brunette who was standing just behind her, enough so to take advantage of the cover her armored form provided but with her own blaster held in steady hands.

"C'mon, Weiss, we gotta keep moving!" Ruby chirped, giving the shoulder pauldron on her armor a tug.

"Er, lek, let's move…"

Shaking her head in bemusement, she charged up the rest of the stairs, shoulder-to-shoulder with the other girl, finally coming to a corridor where both Pyrrha and Yang stood guard, waving them forward. Just behind them could be seen the silvery prow of the Myrtenaster.

And behind Weiss came the sounds of more pounding feet.

"Osik!" she growled, allowing her pace to slack off enough so that she might drift over to run directly behind the other girl. "Keep going!"

Blaster bolts began to scream past them, wildly inaccurate though one managed to ricochet off of her right arm nonetheless, stumbling her slightly. But the return fire from her partner and the blonde woman ahead served to make their pursuers more cautious, and they hurled themselves onto the landing pad without further harm.

Spinning on her heel, Weiss leveled her blaster at the portal controls, frying them and causing the blast doors to drop.

Less than five minutes later, they were on board the Mandalorian cruiser and soaring high overhead.

In Orbit Around Nar Shaddaa

Myrtenaster

Weiss plopped down onto the lounge couch and dropped her helmet unceremoniously onto the low table, beside the crimson one already resting there. "Well, you were right, ner vod."

"About what, this time?" Pyrrha replied from her perch next to her, resting with her eyes closed but a faint smile on her face.

"Di'kut," she snorted inelegantly in response. "About this bounty being a bad idea."

"Oh, I don't know about that…" The redhead peeled her eyelids open to regard her partner fondly. "Looks like our bounties got to stay on board."

"Er… yes…"

"And what were your plans regarding that?"

"I… hadn't decided yet," she lied.

"Well, I hear them approaching, so now might be a good time to decide."

Sure enough, the pair of Corellian sisters strode into the common area from where they'd been conversing with Jaune earlier. Wordlessly, they slid into the lounge opposite the Mandalorians and regarded them intently.

Weiss let out a sigh as she sat back up. "So."

Yang nodded, her sister seemingly content to sit back and let her talk though her silver eyes would flicker between the other three restlessly.

"Before you say anything… Um, we just wanna thank you guys for, y'know… not leaving us behind."

The platinum-haired woman shared a quick glance with her partner before giving a slow nod of her own. "I realize you don't know much about Mandalorians… but that was never an option."

"Oh, okay, well…" Yang rubbed the back of her neck with a grimace. "Thanks, anyway. Um, that is, vor entye."

"Ba'gedet'ye."

"So what now?"

"Well." Weiss leaned forward, carefully not allowing her gaze to linger on either sister for too long. "As I see it, you have two options, really. We could put you down on any planet you like…"

"Any planet?" Ruby finally chimed in curiously.

"Well, elek, there are some we cannot step foot on without… consequences… But we could at the very least touch down and allow you and your droids to disembark."

The lounge was silent for the span of a half minute before Yang spoke up again.

"And what was the other choice?" she murmured quietly.

"You could… stay on board. As crew. With us." Weiss snapped her mouth shut as she realized her speech, carefully rehearsed in her head, was likely a lost cause by this point. "Er, if you would like," she finished lamely.

A widely-grinning Pyrrha sat up as well, coming to her flustered partner's rescue. "We do not have any sort of crew on board, only our own meager skills. A gotabor, that is, engineer, would be grand, though we already have a pilot. I'm sure, Yang, you have other skills…?"

"I can do electrical repairs and maintenance," the blonde replied, her voice distant as the pair of siblings communicated silently. Though, from the way the brunette practically vibrated in place, Ruby's choice was already clear.

"You sure?" Yang murmured hesitantly to her sister.

"Oh, yeah," Ruby grinned. "Totally."

"Alright, then." The blonde turned to regard their new employers with a broad smile. "Crew."

Unknown Point in Space

The view from the dim room was rather breathtaking. A distant nebula glowed with muted hues of purple and blue against the star-studded blackness of space, silhouetting the still form that knelt before the wide portal.

Though the woman wore the traditional vestments of a Jedi, the colors were a bit unusual. Instead of the typical browns and tans, she wore a dark grey robe, the hood pulled up, over her white tunic and black leggings. A wide sash of a purple so dark it might as well have been black completed the ensemble, along with the signature lightsaber at her side.

Her meditations were interrupted by a light, deferential rap on the portal behind her.

"Enter," she responded in a husky, melodic voice.

The light from the hallway fell across her form, revealing the shadowy profile of her apprentice. He was a rail-thin Mirialan with emerald skin and ropy muscles, his hair kept to a rather nonregulatory length and with a streak of magenta that was nowhere near what many on Coruscant considered proper for an apprentice.

She turned her head as the door closed to regard the man with a fond smile. He slipped forward and knelt in an identical position, dark green robes tucked under his legs, though just a fraction behind her as was his wont, showing his respect. "What news, Ren?"

"Master Ozpin is on the holographic terminal for you, Master."

"And I suppose you came immediately to fetch me?"

"Of course, Master."

"Well, then, join me for a few minutes in meditation. He is used to waiting for me."

The other Jedi sighed with equal parts humor and resignation. "Yes, Master."

It was decidedly against the Jedi code to take amusement in making her own former master wait, but she was used to being an outlier to most Jedi.

It was how she ended up where she was, after all.

Before too long, however, she rose from her perch, gathering her robes around her and silently slipping from the rudimentary meditation room. The woman calmly strode down the corridor lined with rust-streaked metal. As she did the thought occurred to her, and not for the first time, that the dilapidated ship she'd been assigned to was perhaps a bit of subtle revenge from those who opposed her on the Jedi Council.

Also behavior not fitting for a Jedi, but as she'd often claimed, her order was nothing if not hypocritical in many areas.

Eventually, she reached the central lounge, pausing to reach overhead and rap her fingers against the sputtering light there. It glowed steadily once more, though she was sure it would return to its former rebellious state sooner or later. In the middle of the area was the holoprojector, a blinking light indicating a transmission currently on hold.

Once she activated it, stepping back slightly to properly regard her caller, the wavering and translucent image of a robed man appeared, bespectacled and with a shock of grey hair atop his head.

"You do realize how expensive it is to call you where you are, do you not?" he began without preamble.

"My apologies, Master Ozpin," she replied smoothly but with no trace of remorse whatsoever in her tone.

The Jedi Council member shook his head minutely with a sigh. "Very well. I have something I need you to check into, please. It concerns a couple of possibly kidnapped Republic citizens."

"Really?" The spoken word was droll enough to convey a multitude of reservations.

"I would not normally bother you with something so trivial… but from what the missive I received indicated, there are Mandalorians involved. These two women were intercepted within Republic-protected space."

"Where, precisely?"

"Tatooine."

A rather indecorous snort told him exactly what she thought of his definition of 'protected'.

"Yes, I realize the Sith Empire also lays claim to this planet, which makes this situation all the more delicate." He leaned forward slightly, tipping his dark spectacles down. "The treaty must be preserved, but we also must not seem weak."

The woman crossed her arms, tipping her head down so that her hooded face remained in the shadows. "So, politics, then."

"No, this is simply Jedi business, protecting the peace."

With a huff, she shook her head wearily. "Very well, Master Ozpin."

"So you will take this assignment?"

She reached up and pulled her hood back, revealing the features of a Cathar, though not as prominently cat-like as those of her species tended to be, owing to her mixed heritage. The pale fur on her cheekbones and chin were a rather easy indicator of her bloodline, though, along with the feline nose, the pair of furry black ears that stuck up past her raven hair, and the brilliantly glowing amber eyes that regarded the Jedi Master intently.

"You should have known I would do this anyway," she returned with a small smirk.

"Very well. Please do let me know of any progress, Master Belladonna."

A/N: And more characters introduced! Just about got the main cast assembled, save for a handful more...

Dramatis Personae (in order of appearance):

Yang Xiao Long - Human female from Corellia. Smuggler, talented pilot, and droid tinkerer.

ZW-31 - Yang's custom astromech droid.

Ruby Rose - Human female from Corellia. Smuggler, skilled mechanic, and gun nut.

P3-NY - Ruby's astromech droid.

Lady Salem - Rattataki female. Sith Lord and advisor to the Emperor.

Lady Cinder Fall - Human female. Sith Lord Inquisitor.

Darth Hazel - Sith Pureblood male. Sith Lord Warrior.

Darth Tyrian - Zabrak male. Sith Lord Inquisitor.

Emerald Sustrai - Twi'lek female. Sith Marauder.

Mercury Black - Human male. Sith Warrior.

Weiss Schnee - Echani female from Eshan. Mandalorian bounty hunter.

Pyrrha Nikos - Human female from Alderaan. Mandalorian bounty hunter.

Jaune Arc - Human male from Mandalore. Mandalorian bounty hunter trainee.

Hei "Junior" Xiong - Human male from Tatooine. Gangster and information broker.

Melanie Malachite - Devaronian female exiled from Devaron. Bodyguard and assassin.

Miltia Malachite - Devaronian female exiled from Devaron. Bodyguard and assassin.

Blake Belladonna - Half-Cathar female from Cathar. Jedi Master.

Lie Ren - Mirialan male from Makeb. Jedi Apprentice to Master Belladonna.

Master Ozpin - Human male from Coruscant. Jedi Master and Council Member.

Stay shiny!