A Broadcast through Mandalorian Space

[Atin Vendet]

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A man stands on a stump on Sundari, Mandalore. His speech broadcasted to the crowd, the world itself, and the far reaches of the stars. Behind him the banners of the Mandalorian people.

[member="The Matador"] (As requested, my man)

 

[RC 212]

[member="Jekai 'Pup' Almec"]

Another message would crackle through space, following on the heels of the mans.

"This Alleria Fett. Formerly Alleria Mereel.

Brothers, Sisters, Father, Mothers, Daughters. There is a distinct problem within our ranks. There are those that would rather serve the force itself then serve the Manda. Yes the force is another weapon, but it is not our weapon. Our culture was built around cold steel, combat and knowledge. We were not raised by the Jettii.

I am issuing a recall to all true Mandalorians who wish to serve in the old ways. The other Clans can have their own views. We will follow the teachings of our culture. The Super-Commando Codex is what separates us from the savages of the Crusaders Era, and the ways of the Jettii and Auretii interventions.

If you be true of spirit and wish to fight with Beskar, Rifle, Pistol and wits, then come and join us Concord Dawn.

We will rebuild Manda'yaim. We will still follow our current Mand'alor Vilaz Munin. Deathwatch is not invited."

 

[Malok]

"This. Again?"

Ceramic met wood with a gentle thump: a piping hot mug had been temporarily set down. Its holder looked away from the refreshing depths of caffeine, his attention placed upon the words which reached his ears. A long huff escaped his lips...when would they learn? "Purists. First the Force, next the aliens, and before you know it only pale-skins will be vode." His comment was low. Frustrated. Defeated. How...How many years had he wasted? What good had it all done?

He let himself be led by Ijaat. He humbled himself, put his people first, and what reward was he given? Spite when he attempted to fill the ancestral vacuum? Hatred when he attempted to unite his people? Now...they hated him for breathing. For being born. He didn't choose to be born with the Force...but what he did choose was to use it to serve the Mand'alor. Many did. So many did. But what good did it do? Were they grateful? No. Never were. Never have been.

He wasted a lifetime trying.

He could have knelt to another King. He could have stood with the Sith in earnest. He could have lived a life for himself. At least then, he wouldn't have wasted his damn time. The mug found its way into his grasp again and Metus hoisted it to his lips. Ripples formed on the caf's surface: his hands trembled with frustration. He was tired of wasting his time. Tired of a people that just didn't give a damn. Tired of trying. Tired of suffering.

Tired of dying.

"Gogi? Are you alright?"

Metus' gaze slid away from his mug, landing squarely on the face of a child. He was clay: easily molded. Easily corrupted. His peers were the same. And that...is why he suffered. "I don't remember telling you to stop. Back at it." He dismissed the boy the a grunt, who promptly put his posterior to the ground. The group, at least a dozen strong, sat together in quiet harmony. Their eyes were closed. Their focus was...shoddy but getting there. They were why Metus wasted his time...because if he didn't, Purists would send these children running into darker arms.

Aruetti Arms.

And frankly, it was better to teach the Force as a Tool than a Religion. It was better to have the most powerful weapon in the Galaxy draped in beskar than it was to have it raised against you. And when the next war comes, Metus would put a pile of credits on it...every last jackass who put down a vode for using the Force would love to have them fighting with them than against them.

 

[Atin Vendet]

Jekai Almec's following was decent. Mandalorian's dealt a great deal in symbolism. He continued his sermon over his comm network, attempting to save the souls of his brethren.

"Acknowledgement of 'The Force' is acknowledgement of an outsider religion. To deny the Over Soul is to be Dar'manda. The word itself in the title. Not. Manda. Not Mandalorian. No sooner would I allow the Jedi order to wear Mandalorian armor than we should allow Mandalorians to use the Jedi lightsaber. Aesthetics, symbolism, and the like are very important. By using the force, they were violating Cin Vhetin in the first place. By using outsider aesthetics and titles, they'd wiped out the Mandalorian religion across much of Mandalorian space. They failed in their honor in the first place, and think it erases when they teach it to the next generation."

"Mand'alor is occupied by a Mandalorian worshiping force cult. They're beings that accept outsider titles like Darth, Hero Worship, ignore Cin Vhetin, use outsider symbolism in order to cast out the Manda. They hide behind the excuse of it being a tool, in exchange to be lazy, keep titles, and use magic to hold power. They tarnish the souls of the young. THEY are the Death Watch of our time. THEY are those that pride themselves on being conquerors, without having the courage to teach the youth right and work hard for it. They excuse assassins, and dishonorable acts, and call it cowardice to appose those outsider ideologies. One such group outright prides itself as assassins. One outright retains his title as Darth, as an occupier. Rally behind real Mandalorians, not outsiders."

"What Kind of Mand'alor uses a Mandalorian Worshiping force cult to remain in power through extortion? What kind of Mand'alor allows our values to degrade, and accepts peace at the cost of our way of life? What kind of Mand'alor allows assassins and Dark Side Sith lords to lord over our people? What kind of Mand'alor allows outsider Jedi and Sith Religions, teachings, and worship to destroy the foundations of faith in the Manda? What kind of Mand'alor allows the tenants and training of Individuals to be carried out by our enemies? Not a Mand'alor. A traitor. What kind of faithless traitor allows the death of so many of our people in the name of outsider ways of life?"

"They are not Mandalorians. They are tools of the Jedi and Sith Orders to tarnish our way of life, and to make you forget what the truth is to being a Mandalorian. Our time is coming once again to fight the force users occupying our lands. It is not a crusade to take enemy territory, but one to recover what is rightfully ours, and to establish the rightful government. Destroy the Force Cults. Destroy the Force cults that would attempt to hold power. Ignore their lies. They've forgotten what it means to be a Mandalorian, with time and laziness. They're symbols of sloth and they lack the discipline to hold true to their own values. They'll excuse their anti Manda ways at any chance. Rally behind another , and help us reclaim our home! Do not chose the easy path of stagnation. Our culture is about challenge. The Mandalorian Worshiping Force Cults have numbers, and magic, but we have Discipline and Faith in the Manda.

They'll project their treachery at you, and excuse their treason. Fight them with Honor. We need to hold the line, and recover. Build ourselves once more through faith in the Manda! Save our youth from the tarnishing of their souls. Join the Protectors and rally to the One True Mand'alor, who would see us restored to an age of honor."

His sermon carries on through the waves.

 

[Kurayami Bloodborn]

Kurayami had been sitting with some random Holonet channel playing in the background when the broadcast was interrupted by this...message? Sermon? Annoyance? Well, in his mind at least it was the last one. He had been working on a set of armor that would incorporate beskar, to be constructed once he had talked things over with his cousin, and adopted cousin apparently. Or wherever Keira fit, Raylia had always understood these things better than him. He took a deep breath and reached for a large bottle of namana nectar that was never far from his workspace. He uncorked it and sat back listening to what was being said.

He couldn't help but smirk and scoff at the drivel this person was spouting. The man could say whatever he wanted, but Kurayami had earned his place amongst the ranks of the Madno'ade. He had fought beside many of them in battle including two Raxis Clan leaders. Jack and Ardgal both. Sure Ardgal may not have been thrilled at Kurayami's use of the Force, but honestly Kurayami was never one to give a flying fuck about the opinions held by others outside of a select few. He had used it to hold Rahsae up against a failed genetic experiment until others could free her, he had used it one other time to keep the experiments from wiping out everyone on that station as they got into an escape pod. Yes, he had been trained by Jedi and Sith, and that had been to fulfill a promise made long ago. One he still worked to fulfill.

As the sermon/annoyance dragged on, seemingly into eternity, Kurayami couldn't help but laugh at the gall of the speaker. It was clear he understood nothing of the discipline and training required to utilize the Force even at a low level. The training often lasted at least as long, if not longer than that of a Mandalorian, many knights were in their mid-teens or nearly an adult before they were knighted officially. At least that had been the case for many millenia. His actual training had been relatively short by comparison, but he had spent days on end working on the theory behind a Force technique as simple as a push or pull, time spent understanding how it could be utilized in different circumstances. Same with his other most often utilized power, Reflex. He had learned how to keep Force Bonds from becoming too deep out of necessity due to his previously unknown predisposition towards creating them. It had also lead him to understand how they could be used and manipulated by those involved. The consequences could be so minor as to barely even matter, or as had happened to him twice, so severe that they may never fully heal. And yet, the petulant and angry man rambled on.

By now it was straying into personal interpretation territory, as much of what he was saying had little to no basis in the Resol'nare. He had flown with a Mandalorian ace as his squadron commander when he was a merc in Aquila Squadron. Erich had taken him under his wing and explained things to Kurayami in basic terms, this had lead to the Corellian researching more and reading the Six Tenets of the culture. It was an oft discussed topic between the two during their downtime before Erich's passing. There was nothing about Force use being against the Manda or saying that those who did utilize it were to be killed, sure the Jedi and Sith had a colored past with the Mandalorian, but the Mandalorian Knights had been ex-Jedi who took the mantle of Mandalorian to heart and fought alongside them against the Republic thousands of years ago. He just sighed and finished the bottle of namana nectar before going back to work on his armor design.