The HK droid touched down from the repulsor lift as the door clinked open with a silent thud. The home world of Clan Vizsla was a lawless place, a hive of scum and villainy that catered to the exotic and those that wished to stay off the radar. The presence of the droid would raise no alarm bells, and that was exactly what Mauro Wynter had banked on by sending his droid back to his old Clan. He meant to send a message, and the droid, Ossus, would do it.

Ossus was not so much property of Mauro Wynter as a partner of sorts. Wynter had found the relic droid during his time with Clan Vizsla while on a mission. The heap of old parts looked little like a droid and more like rubble. However, Wynter had an eye for old technology due to his upbringing on Raxus Prime. He painstakingly rebuild the droid over a span of several months. Yet, Ossus memories and personality remained from his earlier career.

Ossue strode into the bar’s entry way and analyzed the environment. There were some guards to be sure, but every patron of the bar was heavily armed and deadly as a full fledged Mandalorian. And Ossus waited for his prey to arrive as he slunk into the shadows. The reason for the mission was one of revenge. Naturally, none of that mattered to Ossus. He owed a debt to Wynter and as such he was going in to exact retribution.

Wynter held no true grudge against his old Clan, but recent events had taken a turn. As the Proconsul of Clan Scholae Palatinae Wynter was a public figure. The fact that he had previously been a Mandalorian amongst other things made him a target for derision and scorn from his old clanmates in armor. An example had to be meted out. And Ossus waited for the next shift to arrive at the bar.

Time had little meaning to a droid, just more analog coding ticking away in his code. And yet, time did move as the next shift arrived at the bar. Patrons come and go, but it was the personnel behind the bar that mattered to Ossus. The bar was a front of course for Vizsla, Mandalorians meeting behind back keeping an eye on the economic transactions and contracts being issued from the bar. Ossus infrared scanners keyed in on the team of six Mandalorians behind the bar and methodically let his concealed blaster pistols drop from their holsters to his arm appendages. He keyed the safety off and slide forward with the silent grace and ease of a droid.

The first table of patrons went down without a fight. Headshots all around, the next table the drinkers had time to try to take cover and body shots were needed as well. Some of them might still be living just heavily injured. The next table was ready for the droid and Ossus took several wild shots that did little damage. He thumbed a detonator and tossed it center line of the bar. The blast disoriented the remainder of the patrons. The Mandalorians behind the bar were arming up for an attack. That was enough – Ossus had made his statement. He would retreat before the Mandalorians engaged and started a feud.