" Callace walked down the halls of the base, feared, and respected by his brothers and sisters in the very base he would make thrive in flying colors soon. After getting himself healed in the medibay, Callace ventured forth into his private quarters and set his old armor away for his new piece that he would wear for now on. And after this, he makes a one way trip to the Elder's quarters.

A knock would be heard.
"Enter...!" The elder said as his voice was rusted under his age.
Callace stepped in, smelling the antique Mandalorian artifacts and gear that the elder possessed in his quarters, which were quite large.
"What do you want Valekren...And before you ask, yes, I've heard the news that you've defeated Arrik in a one versus one brawl and-"
The Elder turned as he spoke but was astonished to gaze upon Callace' armor that was made for him.
The Elder slowly ambered to Callace as he gazed on his armor. The helmet's luster at it's prime and it's chest piece covered in authentic and reinforced durasteel.
"I demand to hold an announcement to...My...people." Callace' threatening voice was muffled under his helmet.
Elder shook his head. "You may think your a tough mando'ade in that piece, but you do not hold the rank of Mandalore just yet. You must go through training, just like everyone else."
"Though I will admire your pride and cunningness in defeating Arrik, the footage had just come in from our cameras. Even in strong chances of death, you still keep your head up and give it your all in battle. I'm impressed." The Elder admired and he then chuckles after. Turning to his desk, he snatched his holopad and scrolled through turning once more to Callace.
"I have one more task for you Valekren..." The Elder spoke as he hands him the holopad.

Valekren pressed his finger onto the pad and began reading through reports of a survivor from The Disciples of Maul. Reports indicate that a group of Zabraks departed their way from Nog to Coruscant and are planning on setting up their cult there. Reading through more and more info, it goes on to predict that the cult will be established in the Underworld of Coruscant.

"Fabulous. So now they have an even more brighter chance of gaining ground under their flawed cult." Callace scoffed and shook his head intensively. Thinking for a moment, he spoke again.
"Don't worry though Elder, from my years as a long time smuggler, I know a thing or two about the Underworld. Which is...where I grew up anyhow. So don't worry for me, this will be an easy task."
The Elder grieved.
"That's the problem Callace, you think you can do this and that with ease, but you always mess up in one way or another later on. Which resulted you in almost getting killed last time..."
Callace was going to intervene in his complaint but the Elder interrupted once more.
"Thus, is why I will bring a companion with you along the way to not...get you killed." The Elder smirked afterwards as if Callace would either be embarrassed or blushed to find out whom it was would be his companion.

The Elder gestured.
"Now go to your quarters and you will find your companion."
Callace sighed and left leaving the holopad behind. Venturing through the halls of the base, he'd soon find his room and enter. Only to find a red haired broad wearing sleek Mandalorian durasteel holding her helmet by her side. She was obviously waiting for Callace.
"Ahem..." Callace intruded. Walking further to the woman.
"Oh!" She was surprised by him as she turned. Only for Callace to fully determine it was Sera Kon. The one that saved him after his near death victory against Darth Talius.
"I was given orders to accompany you on your quest to kill the last survivor of The Disciples of Maul." She said eagerly but with a strict tone.
Callace just stood for a moment as she spoke. And after hearing what she said, he bursted in laughter from disbelief and nothing more.
"My oh my! They have to be kidding. You've saved my skin more than once ma'am, there's really no need for you to accompany me, regardless of what The Elder claims."

He halted his laughter and took on a serious note.
"No, I really don't need assistance, I work alone anyhow."
"I'm coming with you whether you like it or not." Sera crossed her arms which were topped with gadgets and wrist blasters.
"No, your not." Callace countered.
"Yes I am." Sera reflected.
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
He gave up. Surrendering to Sera's aid.
"Fine. Let me just pack up my things and we'll move out." He sighed and began packing.

Minutes pasted by and Callace found himself in his ship with Sera without even saying goodbye to the others. He took to his seat when he entered in his vessel and started it. Sera sitting down behind him in a chair diagonally.
"Don't. Touch. Anything." Callace ordered. Sera just gave back a blank expression as if she had no plan to.
Callace setted his coordinates for L-9. And launched out from Nog's surface and unto space, soon going into hyperdrive to the designated coordinates."