Edited by Yasha Cadera, 11 January 2019 - 03:22 AM.
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Edited by Yasha Cadera, 11 January 2019 - 03:22 AM.
Noah took a deep breath as his shuttle finally landed on Mandalore and he stepped off his shuttle and looked around at the surface of Mandalore. This was the first time in nearly five thousand years that a member of the Corek Clan had stepped foot on Mandalore. In reality any member could have stepped foot on Mandalore, it wasn't like there was something like a kill order on their heads, but pride stopped them. It was one of the few things that Noah hated about his clan, pride bordering on hubris. He had tried multiple times in his life to get his mother and the clan council to try and reach out the the Mandalore and get them reinstated as a clan but now he had to take things into his own.
And then fate had granted him not only one opportunity but two. The first opportunity was to find a women that he loved, even though he had never directly told her that yet, Alexandra Feanor. For once Noah found himself comfortable around someone who wasn't family, yet at least. Him and Alex shared many interest, Alex being a historian and lover of weapons and Noah having a masters degree in history and being a master weaponsmith, and armorsmith for that matter. Noah chuckled as he recalled a conversation the two had had concerning whether pre-Darkness weaponry had finally been surpassed.
Noah shook his head and smiled at the memory as he adjusted his armor. Looking down at himself he made sure his sidearms we secure, one on his hip and the other on a chest holster, and his Honor Blade was secure in his sheath on his left shoulder. Was it a smart idea to bring weapons to meet the Mandalore? Probably not. But in Noah's line of work going anywhere, even your own home, unarmed was not a very good idea.
Noah finally found his way to the throne room and immediately bowed when Yasha Cadera acknowledged him. "Olarom, Mandalore. Trust me when I say I do not fear your guardians. When you've fought the Bando Gora on the edge of the galaxy nothing tends to phase you." If Yasha was a good listener she could hear the grin in his voice. Noah's accent was definetely something of interest to one who had heard him speak both Basic and Mando'a. When speaking Basic Noah's accent told of someone who grew up on the Mid Levels of Coruscant but when speaking Mando'a he spoke with an accent that could fool anyone into thinking he had lived and grown up on Mandalore.
""The story begins during the Great Sith War after Ulic Qel-Droma defeated Mandalore the Indomitable and enlisted the Mandalorians in his campaign against the Republic and Jedi. My family, Clan Corek, was a minor clan and didn't really adhere to traditional Mandalorian values saw this as an affront to our beliefs. This wasn't taken well and we were considered dar'manda. My family did what anyone would do, they fled with the armor on their back, the weapons in their hands and a few ships they could scrape together. They fled to Saleucami and settled in there. On Saleucami they did what most Mandalorians did in their situation, they became mercenaries. Over nearly two decades they garnered a reputation as honest, good hearted and hard working mercenaries for whom no contract was too small, honestly many went to them instead of the authorities. When the Mandalorian Wars broke out my family volunteered their services, at a discounted rate, to the Republic to fight the Mandalorians."
"After a few years they became so integrated into the Republic Army that they were given commissions and enlistments by Revan himself." Noah smiled when he said this and seemed to say the name of Revan with reverence. "From there my family were dispersed throughout the Republic Army and instead of being used as shock troops they became trainers and instructors. By the end of the war a majority of the Republic Army was at least partially trained by my family. After the war ended we served with distinction in every war till the fall of the Republic. Honestly after that our family history gets murky."
Noah eyed the lizard like creatures as the skittered in and set down the tables, food and drink. Noah had a ingrained mistrust of lizard-like creatures due to his early dealings with Trandoshans but he'd leave them behind for the time being. "Like I said Manadlore. Time in the Outer Rim and the Unknown Regions tends to hardened a persons nerves."
Edited by Noah Corek, 15 January 2019 - 12:36 PM.
Noah snorted when @Yahsa Cadera mentioned that Sithspawn and Bando Gora sounded very similar. "The Bando Gora were definetely very similar to Sithspawn. I found the Bando Gora to be more difficult because they were still at some point sapient which means they think and the most dangerous enemy is one who can think." Noah stated, not trying to discredit Yasha's experience but trying to get her to understand his. Reaching up Noah removed his helmet and placed it down on the table, visor facing towards Yasha, one couldn't very well eat when they had their helmet on.
Even though Noah couldn't see the reaction Yasha had to him laying out his clan history but he had seen it enough after speaking to many other Mandalorians and wagered it was most likely shock and/or disbelief. When she mentioned his clan being downcast Noah nodded. "I won't say it has been easy for my people but we are a hardy people and if anything it has served to build our clan identity and help us strengthen our skills. Not to brag but my armor and weapon forging is known to be superior to most others, especially that mass produced poodoo that comes from companies like Blas-Tech or Merr-Sonn."
Noah grinned when Yasha asked if Clan Corek was a threat to Mandalore. "Of course we are a threat Mando'ade. We are a clan who was been hostile to Mandalore for a thousand years and at most apathetic to Mandalore for the other four thousand years. We are a clan of extreme pride and I would say even hubris or arrogance. That being said while currently we are a threat that doesn't mean we have to stay that way. While my people are prideful we are also pragmatic if we realize that it'd be smarter to be reintegrated back into the Mando'ade rather than go it alone we'd do so without hesitation. The problem is figuring out what that way would be."
Noah sat and he listened to Yasha as she explained her personal history just as he had explained his clan's history. He was a man who had seen cities, villages and even planets burn, watched families torn apart by war and death, had seen the brutality of sapient creatures but even then his heart still cracked a little bit at the Mandalore's story. "I can sympathize somewhat will losing a parent at such an age. My own father left when I was around ten. My buir said he was a good man but ultimately being tied down 'wasn't his thing'." The last quote was said with air quotes around it and venom dripping from his words, the disdain for his own father obvious.
As Noah spoke he scratched his chin as he thought at the same time. He was trying to think of a way that he could get his clan to return to Mandalore. "Tell me Yasha do you have a map I could look at? My clan's history speaks of a large plot of land on Mandalore that was considered very hostile and we were the only ones to settle there. Allowing my family to return to those ancestral lands might go a long way in smoothing out any wrinkles that have been left by hostility. Another thing is allowing a member of my clan to forge a weapon for you or a set of armor. My family see their weapon and armor forging as a point of pride and having them forge a piece or set for you would be considered a large honor."
Edited by Yasha Cadera, 15 January 2019 - 04:44 PM.
Noah leaned back into his seat, relaxing slightly as Yasha's face came into view. Many Mandalorians felt comfortable around the vode when they had their helmets on and Noah did as well thought in all honesty he felt better when he could see ones face, read their emotions and anticipate their actions. Call him whatever you want but Noah liked to get every advantage he could, off and on the battlefield. "My mother raised me and I in turn raised by little brother and little sister. My mother is head of our clan, she's strong, she's independent and she's doesn't take poodoo from anybody. I think you and Alex will like her." At the end of his statement Noah chuckled, well more laughed loudly but semantics.
When Yasha showed the holo of Mandalore, in particular the pieces that were terraformed Noah's eyes lit up as he recognized one singular piece of land that he had read about and seen in his family's history books. Standing up Noah walked towards the projector and tap the portion of land with his finger. "Te Rusur Forgotten de Ca'nara. The Land Forgotten by Time. That's what my ancestors called this land. A fitting name for it. The only places you saw technology there was where my family lived. Much like Dxun it was teeming with dangerous predators. From what I was told none of our vode tried to establish settlements there for centuries until my family did and thrived where others withered."
Smiling to himself as he looked at the small plot of land he returned to his seat and resumed his meal. Noah wolfed the meal down like well a wolf and finished off the stimcaf just as quick. "Sorry if my appetite was a little unexpected Mandalore. I have to exercise more than most to keep my physique up and that leads to me requiring much more calories than your standard human. I blame it on my father, he was Morellian. Which means ironically he'll probably outlive me if I continuing living naturally." With that statement Noah let out a very indignant snort and leaned back in his chair once again.
When Yasha spoke of her weapons Noah raised an eyebrow a sword was typical but a warhammer and a spear? That was an unusual type of weaponry even for Noah whose taste in weaponry was considered odd. When Yasha said she wanted a tomahawk he grinned, when it became clear she wanted a slugthrower rifle his grin grew to a smile and when she said she wanted a new set of armor that was more traditional Noah began to laugh. "You've played right into my hand Mandalore." Noah stated with a degree of humor. "While I'm not an expert melee weapons smith my ba'vudo Hesh is considered a master among my clan and my ba'vudo Lilith is considered one of the best armor smiths this side of the Hydian Way. For your rifle though? That I will craft myself."
Noah smiled when he was asked if these things would help mend the rift. "Giving my family their ancestral land back will restore out faith in our former vode and letting us forge two weapons and a set of armor for you will restore our honor. In my opinion this will mend the rift that has grown between Clan Corek and the rest of the Mando'ade. But my opinion only goes so far and carries only so much weight. The real person you will have to convince will be my mother and she won't set foot on Mandalore."