A Fire Shall Be Woken... [Mandalorian & ORC]

[Julius Sedaire]

The last time he was on Kuar, he had felt the whispers calling him here, a quiet hiss in his mind that he wasn't sure any others had heard. But messages had gone out to those he trusted in the area and otherwise. Of what he had found, and what he suspected waited below. He had yet to breach underground and sat now under a ruinous arch waiting to see who would come.

Almost he looked as if standing guard. Tattered red wardens cloak billowing in the wind, and a rescued spear from the ruins across the chasm from the arch. An ancient hunting spear, almost bevii'ragir like but not quite. The head was of a curious alloy of beskar he wasn't familiar with at first analysis. His armor was in a light configuration, and less on weapons and outfitted more with scanning and working equipment this time. Just his pair of DE-10's, the shacklebolt, his dinu'ul shield and a massive hammer on his back.

Said equipment had shown traces of powdered bone and ciridium, and a small amount of aurodium, that made the spear head marvelously sharp and untarnished even after all these years, and he had fashioned it to a pole of some type of cedar he had traded for that seemed to soak in blasterfire. A grand device. Flanking him were two living spirits of fire, summoned by the Force to help dispel the fog and act as beacons up in these mountains. His helmet rested on a rock tumble nearby, and he watched the keep across the chasm with patient and wary eyes, still hearing the faint whispers.

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[Coren Starchaser]

Coren was a bit confused by the first message, he had worked with Ijaat a few times before, consulting for the Mando Forge Master on a starship. It had gone well. Now there was some work going on Kuar. That was pretty interesting. He wasn’t sure what, but he had heard something of a Force Forge. Calling up his apprentice from her trip to… wherever she had gone, and they were meeting up with Ijaat. The Mandalorians were a group that Coren supported, and the exiles? Even more so.

The man had his Vanguard armor and the set up for Savannah. He lead his Padawan to where he could sense the Mandalorian Master. The pair knew one another but they weren’t always on the most forward terms. He had a black cloak over his armor, covering his pistol and lightsaber. The wind whipped at his cloak.

“Master Mereel. I heard what you are doing. We’ve brought a team in from Starchaser Enterprises. I would like to offer my assistance. As well as my Padawan, an alchemist-in-training, Savannah Elko.” He introduced his Thyferran student.

[member="Ijaat Mereel"]

 

[Brooke Waters]

The Thyferran was on vacation when her Master had called. She shook her head and got herself out of the system she was in. She made her way to link up with Starchaser’s flagship, which was on the eastern front of the Alliance space. From there? She hopped aboard her instructor’s ship and made her way to the armory. She grabbed her stun baton and slipped into her own armor. Her dark blue cloak she pulled over her armor.

As they landed, she followed her Master up to the Mandalorian. Coren had told her a bit about him. He was a Master at alchemy. She ran her hand up into her blonde hair, tying it up in a ponytail. “A pleasure, Master Mereel. That’s… what we came here for?” She looked across the ravine.

Between her Master and this one, she was hoping she could expand her knowledge base. That was the real trick.

 

[Cato Fett]

The cold ached up through his ribs and the damp sogging his jumpsuit had dogged him since the hour before first light. Watchmen mounted along the east bulwarks, a jut of towering ‘teeth’ set against the gum of a throaty canyon, reported a glow shimmering far away on the stepped mountains. He was due rest; eight hours ride in the south reaches, scouting for more of what the Kuaran and Crusaders had left over. Cato ingested caffeine tablets after a twenty-minute circadian restorative before climbing back atop a pared down speeder-rake.

Frost crystalized over the visor’s glasteel. Cato stripped off a glove, rubbed a still-warm thumb over the frost, melting what he could. There’d once been a modest staircase cut into the mountainside. Age, erosion factors, occasional landslides had smoothed or knocked out significant portions of track and grade. He pulled across an open span of bare rock face and hopped onto a narrow shelf that took his boot toes and his weight. Warmth was soaring up the peaks with the coming sun. He turned, catching slivers of gold flecking through lingering mist banks. Then exhaled, bit his grip against the stone, and vaulted up to the next landing.

He scaled the last meters of unbroken steps and paused before the old pillared archway. Instead of braziers, the cloaked man kept company and warmth beside walking fire. Skeletons composed of licking flame. With him, a second male swathed in black and a sharp-featured woman in enviro gear. Cato looked poorly for comparison: patched fatigues mismatched with an older jumpsuit, helm the only armour, burdened by web-gear strapped tightly with second-hand kit. A pistol was kept strapped to his thigh. The long fighting sword Oilseller, paired with a short tanto, were stuffed and tied along his opposite hip.

“…Hail,” He said over the wind.

[member="Ijaat Mereel"] [member="Coren Starchaser"]