---
title: "Confrontation"
description: "The confrontation with the target"
date: 2026-01-14
published: true
tags:
  - verdan-job
  - capture
  - combat
  - sorr
template: post
---


Found Sorr in his quarters. He was waiting.

Not with weapons—he's not stupid. With information.

"I know who you are, Mandalorian. I know about the covert. The purge. I can
tell you where the others are."

He thought he could bargain. Thought he could buy his freedom with intel on my
people.

"I can bring you in warm, or I can bring you in cold." My standard offer. He
knew it was genuine.

Sorr reached for a hidden blaster. Old Imperial hold-out piece. Small, weak,
desperate.

I was faster.

Disrupted his weapon with a <a href="/weapons-are-part-of-my-religion/" class="wikilink" data-title="Weapons Are Part of My Religion" data-description="On the Mandalorian creed and the tools of the trade" data-date="2026-02-02">whistling bird</a>.
He screamed when the shrapnel hit his hand. Dropped to his knees.

Stun cuffs on. He'll live. He'll face trial. He'll answer for his crimes.

Not my concern anymore.

This is the way.