Star Wars: A Thing Of Beauty

Gifting Thorns

Back aboard the LAAT in the asteroid belt orbiting the sun of Kashyyyk, all of the Mandalorian skeletons were carefully wrapped up in dark blue cloth and then safely placed in special plastoid cases. The rusted armor scraps were piled up and the beskar parts will be melted down and reforged for members of the Raging Hawks to use. But Wenja is going to use her mother's armor as is, for herself. She enters the main deck of the ship, still wearing her own helmet, as her mother's needs repairs. And she is holding gold gauntlet and a matching shoulder pad in her hands.
"I want you to have these." She says, holding the armor pieces out for Jinang. "You may not embrace our traditions, but you deserve a portion of what our mother left behind."

"I... I don't know what to say..." Jinang answered. He definitely didn't expect to be given these family heirlooms, and he feels greatly honored.

"You don't need to say anything." Wenja says, behind her helmet, Jinang can tell by her tone she's smiling. "By your blood, they belong to you, brother."

Jinang smiles, and graciously accepts these precious items left to him by his mother. He looks at the weapon gauntlet, and realizes the tech parts will need some repair, but he tries it on.
"There is a flamethrower," Wenja explained. "A grappling gun and a whistling bird launcher all in that gauntlet."

"Whistling bird?" Jinang repeated, looking to Wenja.

"Whistling birds are a uniquely Mandalorian weapon." Wenja answered plainly. "They are tiny missiles with heat seeking capabilities that can deal serious damage to people."

"And you're just giving me this?"

"Its yours by right, stupid." Wenja says teasingly. "But if you're worried I've drawn the short stick, this helmet is an impenetrable shell protecting my head with advanced optics and an air filter. So it's not like mom's giving you a cooler gift than me."

Jinang smiles, his heart warmed by Wenja's playful attitude, it shows that she's comfortable with him. It's still hard to believe that he really has a twin sister, but he's happy to have one. A real blood family member who's still alive, and who he's excited to get to know more. And he'll have plenty of time to do that, because the Harrowers will be happy to send one of their own out with the Raging Hawks as that will strengthen their alliance.

While Jinang was off with Wenja, Zorsia flew back to the Qoirriar estate to bring the stolen data to Urowen. Several hours before the Separatists even knew of that whole event regarding two of their alliance's leaders, Zorsia, Dekker and the Raging Hawks were safely at the estate. But now that Asajj Ventress and San Hill are both dead, the Confederacy will be quite upset. Especially with count Dooku, who was supposed to have secured the InterGalactic banking clan chairman's security. This will no doubt make him furious at the Harrowers, and seek retribution from them... The Sith lord is standing over his apprentice's charred bones in the flattened, smoking ruins of the Umbaran mansion. He scowls at the sight of Ventress' blackened bones, and the dark aura that is thick in the air. One who is very powerful in the dark arts of sorcery is responsible for this, and no ordinary Nightsister was powerful enough to pull it off. It could have been a shaman, but the far more likely culprit is of course, Dooku's former apprentice, Zorsia. Weiyun is there, equally furious that Zorsia just killed Ventress and there's not a single trace as to where she is. None of them have any idea that the devious Chiss is laughing right under their noses, though. She's right there on Umbara, just a few hours flight away, in the Qoirriar estate, sharing a bed with Urowen. She found herself needing to let loose some of that wicked, pint up energy she built up after violently murdering the woman she once called sister, so now Zorsia is having a very passionate, aggressive experience with him...

Afterwards, the two ended up lying next to each other, panting in bed. Urowen is a very handsome man, he's fairly muscular, and several scars suggest he's no stranger to combat.
"My my!" Zorsia says, sitting upright against the headboard. "I didn't expect something like that from a boy like you."