Su'cuy gar. I am Karlii Alor'ade. A woman of many names and faces: Daughter of Mandalore, Former Republic Intelligence, Proto-Hand, Commander-in-Chief of the Milky Way Mandalorians, Council Ambassador for my people and Galaxy, as well as a expatriate resident of the Milky Way.
"Loud and clear Kar’ika.” Mereel’s disembodied voice filled her link. “Holorecorder’s working on my end…”
Kar followed suit, she replied, “All green here.” She attached her rebreather on finally, sitting on the edge of the boat, ready to dive. “Ready to be the first people to lay eyes on this thing in years?”
If anything was worth salvaging, she would see about going about with it, but if it had fallen in disrepair, at least they could have recordings of it.
"Awkward?" He grins, and sets down the bags from him grocery run. "Maybe for you. In my day, I’ve…
"Hmm…we’ll see about that. First things, first gotta get her settled for her nap…" Shifting the girl to her other shoulder where a cloth was draped over. "Don’t worry— it may not be the company you want, but there is no shortage of company here with a dozen others…" Her smile dimmed only a little. "You’re not the only one going solo— ‘daddy dearest’ won’t be back from Corrie until next week."