The stairs eventually stopped, and Nate opened a door that led into a large room, with a hut in the middle. Sitting on a chair outside the hut was a Mandalorian, who eyed Nate. "Brother Rhaink, good to see you." Nate walked towards the Mandalorian, taking the man's arm in his own. "Brother Nate, why are these clones with you?" "We're here to see Clanhead Lok, to ask for his assistance." "Go in peace, Brother Nate. But be weary." Nathaniel nodded his head, walking deeper into the complex of hallways and huts. The group passed by dozens of Mandalorians, doing various tasks. Some where crafting armour, while others were firing blaster rifles. They all eyed the clones as they passed, until They came to a large open room. It was the size of a hangar Bay, with dozens of guards posted around and dozens of huts throughout. One hut was larger then many of the others, and Nate held up a closed fist. "Bruiser, with me. We're going to see the Clan Head. Clones, play nice." With that, Nate and Bruiser walked towards the large hut and entered. A few Mandos shifted their attention to the group, surrounding it as whispering was heard. "Thought the clones were dead!" One of them yelled. --------------------- "You must explain..." Oracle said, examining the weapon with a look of shock.