Faction A Friendly Warning [Mandalorian Protectors]

[Mia Monroe]

Keldabe didn't have much in the way of meeting locations, but what it did have was a long standing tapcafe, that despite everything thrown at Mandalore, it always seemed to be standing and business running as usual. The Oyubaat was where the protectors had most their meetings. If was informal, everyone was on the same level. There were no palaces, no great conference rooms in which where you sat determined your status. Alors, and vode were on the same standing, all could speak their piece.

Mia slid in through the door, weaving between the crowd till she reached the bar, unclipping her helmet and dropping it on he bar top she hoisted herself up to sit on it, lifting her up enough that all could see her, before placing her finger and thumb in her mouth and whistling loudly. The shrill noise cut through the hubbub and silence settle.

"The jetiise on enroute. Claim they have something important to discuss with us, probably has something to do with their recent skirmish with the dar'jetii east of here. I don't have the details. If the jetiise presence upsets you, let them speak and stay your blade. If you really have to punch them, do so outside but keep it to first blood. We don't need to make enemies where none exist."

Jhi, a zabrak mandalorian and Mia's right hand stood waiting, a large sniper rifle stored at her back, waiting to greet and guide the Jedi to the tapcafe.

 

[Arla Rodarch]

Mandalore
Oyubaat

Arla was inside the tapcafe when Mia entered. Jedi coming here piqued her curiousity more than worried her. She was intrigued as to what might prompt a visit to Manda'yaim. Valery Noble had met with Ijaat Mereel only recently, this much Arla knew having been in the vicinity dealing with Darth Malum of House Marr and his intrustion onto Mandalorian soil. "Dikut." Arla said, thinking of the arrogant Sith.

This Jedi visit, whatever it turned out to be, would not be hostile. That wasn't the way of the Jedi. So why? Arla wanted to know. She welcomed the distraction, the burden she had accepted of raising Tuur and Vaar, the Rodarch teens, was taxing her patience. She did not know how Arch maintained what seemed to be infinite patience with the kids. He'd seen more shit in his life than her, so much that he'd even gotten her to open up a little. The man was a damned saint in her eyes. But he wasn't here, he was home with the kids while she would make the trip back from Keldabe later.

Arla didn't ask what was up, but some other moron did. If Mia knew, she would have said so. Even before Mia could say anything the idiot's table mate hit him, and a mild scuffle broke out, but was quickly quashed. That was Oyu'baat. Shit happened. Arla and most of the other patrons ignored the scrap entirely.

She got up from her place leaving her drink behind, and walked over to stand beside Mia Monroe . Arla's helmet was off and she smiled and nodded. She wanted to be there for whatever happened.

 

[Liorra]

The Crescent Serpent rattled as it descended through the atmosphere. "Oh, come on, Rek. It'll be fine. Mom said we should be fine," Liorra reassured her droid, recalling her mother Shia Kryze's words about having no problems among the Mandalorians. Despite the setback with the Jedi, Liorra's positive outlook remained steadfast. Whatever unfolded in her meeting with the Jedi Masters, she believed it was best left to the Force. Even though Master Noble had been kind, Liorra couldn't shake the feeling of uncertainty as she wandered around the Core, keeping in touch with her godmother Romi Jade along the way.

As the Crescent Serpent approached the ground, Liorra, unaware of the events at Yavin IV, felt a slight tremor. Her droid, R9-K3 (Rek), voiced concerns based on what he had heard on communication channels. "I'm sure it'll be fine. Nothing the adults can't handle, right?" Liorra reassured herself, scooping up her Loth-cat, Starlight, from the co-pilot's seat. "All that means is you have to stay with me. No wandering off, got it?" she told the cat, receiving a mere mew in response. Whether or not Starlight truly understood remained uncertain.

With the ramp down, Liorra, clad in her armor over her robes, stepped off her ship and headed toward the nearest building. It turned out to be one of the few structures still standing, and she coughed as dust from the landing billowed into the air. "I knew this place took a hit, but uh... the books don't really do this justice," she remarked, surveying the desolation.

Despite Rek's protests, Liorra pressed on. "Come on, it won't be that bad, right? Besides, if something happens, we can always just shoot our way out." As she entered the Oyubaat, someone mentioned that Jedi would be arriving with news. Liorra's eyes widened, wondering if the woman she saw could be Mia Monroe . She had only seen and heard about Mia, both famously and infamously, in the history holos back on Monastery. While noting the presence of others, including Arla Rodarch , it was Mia who seemed to leave the teenager star-struck.

Valery Noble ​

 

[Daesyn Rodarch]

Location: Oyubaat
Objective: Meet with Jetii
Tags: Mia Monroe Arla Rodarch
Gear: In bio

Daesyn walked into the Obuyaat with her hammer at her side and her helmet on. Mia Monroe was already in attendance amongst other people. The Manda'kyrja looked at the protector and spoke softly.

"The Jedi coming with important discussions is unlikely good news, my guess would be a discussion about their war with our vod to the south?" she shrugged, she had guesses, this was her best. Did they want to try and stoke old feuds and perhaps then mandalorians against each other, it would not be the first time. But the protectorate was small, the Alliance would gain little overall for securing their aid. Perhaps it was a pact of non-agression.

"We shall see won't we." she mused aloud as she waited.

"You have done much with your rebirth Mand'alor Monroe, and hopefully will continue to do so. Do be careful with it." if you only could hear a playful smirk through a beskar helmet.

She bowed her head respectfully and joined her clanmate Arla Rodarch touching her iron heart to signify family.

 

[Elise Ahana-Gwyneira]

Standing behind her mentor, Elise Vizsla wore a red hood and cloak over her armor as she crossed her arms. Elise had defended the people of the Galactic Alliance from her own people, her own family, and hardly had received a thank you. Her interactions with the Jedi during that time were rough as well. Elise believed that the Jedi were good people doing their best to protect others, but she despised the Galactic Alliance for declaring war on the Enclave and forcing her to betray them. Needless to say, Elise was cynical about this meeting.

This was the same girl who tried to tame a sithspawn, however. And the same girl in love with a Sith Knight. The same girl who sacrificed everything she had to help others, and the girl hoping to find a way to save the entire galaxy from millennium of war and violent cycles. Elise would not lift a blade today, or raise a blaster. She was better than that.

The Novania raised Mandalorian reached up and lowered her hood, exposing her white and red buy'ce to the harsh Mandalorian sun. She stood wordless, following Mia's lead to the letter. She was her student, but also her follower. She was not about to be the one to cause trouble today, no matter how uneasy this meeting made her feel.

<"Understood. Standing by for whatever you need, Liberator.">

Civil and proper, Elise stood with an open stance, showing a lack of hostility, as she waited.

We really don't need to make unnecessary enemies right now. I don't trust the Jetii, or the government they serve, but provoking them is a foolish death sentence.

Mia Monroe

 

[Keratel Rekali]

There were Jedi and there were Jedi. That much, at least, Keratel had inherited from his ex-Jedi great-grandfather (and assorted other ex-Jedi extended family members of various older generations, come to think of it). Jedi, despite or because of their mandate, retained a unique capacity for worthlessness alongside their capacity for worth.

Keratel reserved judgment. He did, however, check his blaster charge, and pick a spot by a door.

 

[Mig Gred]

Mig wasn't even on world for this. Considering his want to help, he'd also come to see about getting a fighterworks fab shop set up for defense and to help with any construction, but word did travel. Leddie Gred was with him. Maybe it wasn't a great idea to bring his daughter to a meeting like this, but he felt like she would be able to learn from it. Not make some of the mistakes others had in the past. Including him. Still.... He put it to the back of his mind, taking a breath. He walked up, noticing Mia Monroe , Arla Rodarch , and Elise Ahana-Gwyneira from the meeting before. He also noticed Daesyn Rodarch . A new face to him. Still, he looked around, speaking to his daughter.

"You ok with listening to whatever's going on, Ledd'ika?" The Zabrak just eyed her dad.

"I'm not an ad anymore. I can handle it a little boring talk." Mig just pat her on the shoulder, looking at Mia.

"I know I'm not the most dedicated, but figured I'd want to hear whatever's coming."

Keratel Rekali Liorra

 

[Valery Noble]

Mandalore

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Outfit: Factory Link | Wedding Ring
Weapons: Lightsabers
Jedi Tag: Raphael Gallustrade Katherine Holt Tracyn Ordo Aron Thress
Mando Tag: Mia Monroe Arla Rodarch Liorra Elise Ahana-Gwyneira

"These Mandalorians are not our enemy — they aren't with the Enclave — but they're not exactly allies either." Not yet, anyway, but Valery wanted to make them aware. "Please stay with me and focus on the mission. Without this warning, they might find out about the spreading plague too late, and the consequences will be severe." Even if the Alliance and Jedi weren't exactly on the best terms with these Mandalorians, she did not want them to be overrun.

She couldn't bear the thought of their children falling victim to those savage beasts.

The shuttle with Jedi soon landed atop Mandalore's surface, and the ramp lowered immediately. Valery glanced around for a moment, taking note of the few Jedi who had joined her, and stepped out to meet the Mandalorians. They were undoubtedly going to show up in Force, likely because of their lack of trust, but none of that bothered Valery.

Perhaps, this mutual problem could be a stepping stone for them working together. But whether or not it would, this was one warning she needed to offer as a Jedi.

 

[Aloy Vizsla]

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"Good, send word to Leenic, we'll need his ship for this" Aloy and her men conversed within the confines of their own booth, her back to the wall and line of site established on the door as a paranoid soldier should. Still, the fact that they were discussing their plans to steal from an imperial shipyard where the others could hear proved that the Ex-Alor was adjusting to the present company, albeit slowly.

Then Mia Monroe informed the room of the approaching delegation from the Jedi Temple.

Her eyes narrowed, and one of her men were quickly sent to prepare a ship after a quiet exchange of Mando'a. To say that Aloy disliked the implications would be an understatement. Not even for a lack of trust in the Jedi- even if there were a few- but more so the thought of The Enclave inevitably catching wind of this that made her anxious. If they chose hostility towards Mandalore, she could no longer play the neutral third party that she had so adamantly maintained for herself.


It was the constant wildcarding that had made her so bitter over the years. From clan purging to two civil wars in her lifetime, She had known nothing but deceit and treachery from her own kind, who often seemed more like the sith than she cared to admit aloud. And now the Jedi were bringing themselves into this.


"Have they not bothered to explain themselves?" She finally asked and sipped her second round of caf, confident she knew the answer.

Mia Monroe Arla Rodarch Mig Gred Liorra Elise Ahana-Gwyneira Keratel Rekali Valery Noble

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[Raphael Gallustrade]

Raphael followed behind, listening to Valery, carefully. Raphael was still surprised, though his scarred face didn't show it; the last he'd known, the mandalorians weren't allies, but they weren't quite enemies. Then he'd been a sith for a bit, to survive. Now he was back to being a Jedi. He still wasn't quite sure as to why she'd brought him with her, but he couldn't quite bring himself to deny the request. Now, he was just learning, listening intently as she explained everything that was going on.

The most important thing that he was having to get used to was that he was a representative of compassion and protection. It was all he'd wanted to be, regardless, but he'd nearly been twisted. Focus, however, was the only good thing he'd learned from Darth Keres; so, when Valery bade them focus on the mission and stick with her, he nodded. He wouldn't be distracted from this mission.

"Of course." He kept his toe low, as he voiced his ackowledgement. "I'm still concerned that they were able to achieve that, in the first place..." He frowned, following behind her, alongside his fellows.

Unlike normal, his hands didn't even need to rest on his sidearms. He knew that both of them were on his hips, and that his lightsaber was inside of his a pocket in his jacket. Eventually he'd need to rebuild a rife. Not to mention he still needed to finish the starship he'd begun building. He'd need to check the hangar, when they got back.

For now, though, he retained his focus, following Valery, taking in all the sights that he could.

JEDI: Valery Noble Katherine Holt Tracyn Ordo Aron Thress
MANDOS: Mia Monroe Arla Rodarch Liorra Elise Ahana-Gwyneira

 

[Ordo]

He stood outside of the Oyu'baat. He hadn't come or landed or froliced merrily. He simply wasn't and then was. Memories rose on a swell of the force, pushing him to a course of action. He stopped it. The force calmed as if it were an animal that chose to rest rather than fight him, for now.

He walked calmly through the doors passed his eyes over the collection of beings present through his visor. An old stool in a corner caught his attention and he went over. He picked up the stool and inspected it. He had a memory unguided or pushed. The force didn't move near him. The time for the force and he would come another day.

He remembered a family. Laughing and bawdy songs sung amongst brothers and sisters. Happiness in the midst of war. It was another world from this. He forgot the room and slowly made his way along the walls. Trailing a gauntlet covered hand along the old wood. He had been here when they had rebuilt this place. His own sweat and blood had soaked into the very fibers.

"Hmmm." He said to himself as he consided this place.

 

[Tracyn Ordo]

A Familiar Tune Hung in His Mind-​

He did not wear armor, he did not wear anything that marked him as a Mandalorian.

Because, despite his birth, his training, and upbringing, Tracyn Ordo, was not a Mandalorian anymore. And for nearly three, almost four decades, he had not been. He had been a Jedi longer than a Mandalorian. He arrived with the delegation, quietly contemplating Valery's words, taking a deep breath. Out of all the gathered Jedi, Tracyn had the greatest understanding of the Mandalorian people. Though, they were still people, and despite everything that he knew about them, and lived through, and experienced, they were still people and could react in a million ways. He walked with the Jedi delegation, his eyes looking down at his feet.

And for a few moments, he was a young man again, armored and on the surface of this very planet, at this very place. On his way to war. To fight in the Dark Harvest, to fight against the Sith, or one of their many enemies. But it passed, and he was an older man, and fiddled with his wedding ring.

"The Mandalorians will not appreciate any skirting around the issue. Being upfront is a good thing with them. Even if we aren't on... amicable terms."

He entered into the room with the rest of the delegation, and looked around the room.

"Mia Monroe, Mandalore The Liberator. Master Noble, esteemed Jedi. Please do show the Liberator her due respects."

He wondered if Mia remembered him. Or even if she recognized him anymore. It had been nearly four decades since they saw each other. But there was another presence nearby. One he wanted to see again. One he wanted to speak to more than anyone else in the room. Tracyn braced his hand over his chest, and bowed to the collected Mandalorians. He did not dare to speak his native tongue to them. Those who did not know, could remain that way. He knew that the topic would be hard to touch on, much less in a difficult situation such as this.

But as he understood, both of the people that he knew were here were dead. But to be fair- Tracyn too, had died before. But one of the people in this place pulled him from that lake.

Valery Noble l Mia Monroe l Ordo l Raphael Gallustrade l Aloy Vizsla l I'm not tagging everyone just read it

 

[Keratel Rekali]

"Have they not bothered to explain themselves?"

Keratel grunted agreement with her, though he didn't know her, or really anyone here. Ordo looked familiar in a 'black and white family pictures' kind of way, admittedly.

"You'd think if it was urgent they'd have called ahead," he said sotto voce, watching the Jedi delegation, most of which moved like they could handle a fight. "It's faster."

 

[Liorra]

Liorra secured a table and observed the tension in the air as people exchanged grunts, glances, and remarks. The atmosphere was charged, and it seemed like the proverbial "watch those wrist rockets" moment could unfold at any time. Amazed by the growing crowd, she whispered to her droid, "You're recording this, right, Rek?" Rek beeped in annoyance, confirming that they were indeed filming and growing impatient with the prolonged wait. Liorra held Starlight close, her grip tightening on the feline companion.

"Oh, wait, that's an Ordo , and there's another Ordo, but why does he look so funny?" she mused to no one in particular. Ordering a round of fritzle fries smothered in gravy, cheese curds, and bacon, she continued, "Wait, is that Rekali? What did Rave Merrill write about them? Or maybe it's in another book."

As the fries arrived, she began to dig in, washing them down with fizzy glug. "That's a Viszla, right? Viz...la, or is it Visla? Oh, there's another one right there," she noted, feeling surrounded by numerous prominent clans. "And that's, that's, uh, Rodarchs? Wow, that's like, ancient," she remarked, drawing from her knowledge of Mandalorian History 1102. It was one of the easier classes, especially when you were the only student, along with your siblings. Liorra kept eating and washing down the fries with soda, eagerly anticipating what might be said or unfold in the gathering.

Arla Rodarch | Keratel Rekali | Tracyn Ordo | Raphael Gallustrade | Aloy Vizsla | Mia Monroe | Mig Gred | Elise Ahana-Gwyneira | Daesyn Rodarch | Aron Thress | Katherine Holt | Valery Noble

 

[Mia Monroe]

Tensions were high, Mia liked it a little a they did, and beneath whatever it was they wanted to discuss Mia suspected there were other things at play. so let them come in person. The more eyes to see them, to watch them. She leaned to Arla as the woman approached. "Watch our Enclave visitors, if trouble starts, it'll likely stem from them."

She smiled as Deasyn passed her, inclining her head in respect and making a mental note to speak to the manda'kyrja another time. She wondered if perhaps she was there to judge her in life as she had been in death. She pushed the though from her mind, sensing Elise discomfort on allowing the Jedi to come was on par with most of the others.

"I know I'm not the most dedicated, but figured I'd want to hear whatever's coming."

"The oyubaat and Keldabe are open to all vode, Mig. You might not be a protector, but you are still a mandalorian. Whatever they have to say you are welcome to hear and answer. Speak freely."

Mia's eyes found her brother, a frown creasing her forehead, he was still adjusting to being back. As the Jedi delegation entered, a tension rippled through the patrons as dozens of eyes and t-visors swivelled to watch them enter. Mia exchanged a look with Arla and pushed away from the bar she'd been leaning on. stepping up to meet them and flinching at the use of her old title.

"Tracyn Ordo" she greeted with a warm smile. "Its good to see you vod'ika. Gedet'ye narir va pirimmur kyrayc gai, Ni cuyir va Mand'alor dte" Mia's eyes shifted to Valery Noble losing some of the warmth they'd greeted Tracyn with "I hope your reasons for coming are worthwhile, Sword. Speak plainly we're all here to hear you."

Mandalorians: Arla Rodarch Daesyn Rodarch Elise Ahana-Gwyneira Mig Gred Aloy Vizsla Keratel Rekali Ordo
Jedi: Tracyn Ordo Raphael Gallustrade Liorra

 

[Katherine Holt]

“Understood, Master Noble.”

Katherine gave a firm nod after listening to what Valery had to say. The Padawan had already experienced her fair share of fighting against Mandalorians, and despite her crossing paths with the Alor of Clan Kryze, the redhead still couldn’t shake the uneasiness whenever she met more of their people.

This time on Mandalore of all worlds.

Sure, it wasn’t the planet where the Enclave were based from, but it was still their ancestral home. One that was about to have a small band of Jedi set foot on it, to meet with a group of Mandos unaffiliated with the Enclave, while the Order was actively at war with said faction.

To say there might be some potential tension, would’ve been understating it.

As the ship landed and Katherine set foot on the planet’s surface, she looked around at their surroundings. Mandalore was a planet that had seen a lot of strife throughout its history. At some points, being completely lost to the Mandalorian people. But if there was one thing you could say about them…they were tenacious.

The winged Padawan was not dressed in anything resembling that of a Jedi. Instead, adorned in what was clearly casual clothing. The only thing giving it away; other than her fellow Jedi of course, was the lightsaber hanging from her belt. Before departing, Katherine had mused over the idea of donning her armour, but ultimately decided against it. Not the kind of message we want to be sending.

What she had done however was bring her spear. Just in case it was needed as a backup weapon. Katherine hoped it wouldn’t come to that, but it was always wise to be prepared no matter what. Currently it was holstered on her back, albeit obscured by the large white blood-stained wings that were folded up behind her.

Jedi - Valery Noble | Raphael Gallustrade | Tracyn Ordo | Aron Thress
Mandalorians - Mia Monroe | Arla Rodarch | Liorra | Daesyn Rodarch | Elise Ahana-Gwyneira | Keratel Rekali | Mig Gred | Aloy Vizsla | Ordo​

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[Aron Thress]

Aron said nothing, opting to stay quiet and observe, only offering a nod to Master Noble to ensure she knew that he knew of his position here.

His robes, long and flowing black and red adorned with ornamental symbols, clung to him as he descended the ramp of the shuttle, opting to stay close within the group of Jedi. His hands remained firmly clasped in eachother behind his back as he walked, joining the Mandalorians in the chamber the meeting was to be held. Immediately, he turned to observe his surroundings walking towards a nearby wall marveling at the Mandalorian architecture before casting his glance to observe and admire their armor. He knew the colorations, the decorations, the symbols and insignias that adorned each and every mandalorian held some deeper meaning than mere decoration, but for the life of him he didn't know what they were. His father had mentioned that his own father, Isley Verd, was a mandalorian at one point. But the traditions didn't pass down to Rann, let alone to Aron. Aron did, however, look forward to this moment to learn a bit more about Mandalorian culture, his Grandfather's culture.

He turned again towards the woman, identified as Mandalore, Mia Monroe , as she began to speak, greeting the Jedi Tracyn Ordo as if reuniting with an old friend, speaking some language he didn't understand, but reasoned was some Mandalorian dialect. It put him at ease, as he looked around the room again and felt the tension in the room grow exponentially. Suddenly he felt like an outsider. An intruder. Master Noble's orders to keep on task and remain close played again in his mind, and he quietly but briskly strode back towards the rest of the Jedi, moving to stand close to his fellow Padawan, Katherine Holt

He thought to speak, but steeled himself, placing his hands in front of him, one wrist held in his other hand, and listened as the woman Mandalore spoke.

The distrust they felt towards the Jedi was...immense. Not only was it evident in the tone of her voice but in the very words themselves was an unmistakable feeling of distrust. Aron knew the grudge ran deep. On both sides. And he knew that his father had been called Dar'Manda before. A word spit at Rann like a curse. He wasn't sure what it meant...and Aron wasn't going to ask now. Instead, he continued to listen patiently. Waiting. He was not expecting to speak, of course, he was only here to watch and learn as Master Noble and Master Ordo conducted their diplomacy. He was eager to see how they navigated the situation. More so Master Noble, than Ordo. Ordo seemingly had an upperhand, being greeted in their language, Master Noble, on the other hand, wasn't even greeted by name. Merely by title.

Aron, having no titles, could not decide if this was an insult or not,

But waited patiently to see how Master Noble thought, his eyes fixed on the interaction before him.


Jedi: Valery Noble Katherine Holt Tracyn Ordo Raphael Gallustrade Liorra
Mandalorian: Mia Monroe Ordo Keratel Rekali Aloy Vizsla Mig Gred Elise Ahana-Gwyneira Arla Rodarch Daesyn Rodarch

 

[Keratel Rekali]

A dull ache began in Kay's sternum. Under the armor, a Calypho Compass - a chitinous custom Sithspawn - was implanted in his chest. It was reacting unpleasantly to the presence of all these Jedi. It wouldn't tear free, wouldn't stop doing its job, but this wasn't a great moment. Kay considered popping a pill to take the edge off, but he tended to save those for the real spikes of pain that coincided with actually using the Compass. Instead he doffed his helmet, took a beskar flask from his belt - the only piece of beskar he owned - and slugged some undistinguished spirits.

"Speak up, Jedi!" he called from the back, impatient to be elsewhere - or to engage with whatever the hell tidings they brought in their graciousness.

 

[Artemis Verd]

Having a seat at the bar, Artemis turned her attention toward the crowd. Mandalorians of all kinds had their armors parked in chairs, or standing around eyeballing the Jedi. Ready to end them on a moment's notice, tough crowd admittedly. "Let them have their say," Artemis shouted out from the back, helmet still on the bar's counter. Adjusting the tomahawk on her belt she kept a hand there, just in case she'd need to fling it toward anyone who stepped out of line. "The Jedi don't normally make back to back field trips out this way." For the Jedi sake, Artemis hoped it was of great importance there was too much happening at Keldabe, and too much at stake with the rebuilding of the home for it to be otherwise.

Artemis glanced toward Keratel, she didn't know him from manners but the look of the armor felt like something she should be familiar with. There was that nagging feeling in the back of her mind that told her the two clans Rekali and Verd knew each other from the stone age. Or, at the very least from the time of Ember Rekali and Isley Verd, both of whom were of the stones as far as Artemis was concerned.

 

[Valery Noble]

Mandalore

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Outfit: Factory Link | Wedding Ring
Weapons: Lightsabers
Jedi Tag: Raphael Gallustrade Katherine Holt Tracyn Ordo Aron Thress
Mando Tag: Mia Monroe Arla Rodarch Liorra Elise Ahana-Gwyneira Artemis Verd Keratel Rekali Ordo Daesyn Rodarch Aloy Vizsla Mig Gred

There was a lot of tension.

Valery didn't care about their impatience or their demands to be given an explanation immediately. Once they heard the news, she was certain that they'd come around or at least be less strong in their stance of distrust. They'd have to make a decision for themselves about how to address what was coming, and Valery was willing to vouch for Alliance assistance, but she wasn't going to force anything on them.

As long as they took this seriously.

With a dip of her head, Valery acknowledged Tracyn Ordo and turned her fiery gaze to Mia, "I'm here to warn you and your people about an imminent threat," Valery began before she produced a small holo-projector. Yavin IV appeared immediately, its structures burning and with several sources of imagery taken during the battle.

The Sith, as well as their undead army, were visible to all.

"The Sith Order has unleashed a plague on this Galaxy. We've stopped them at Celanon, but they broke through at Yavin IV. Our defeat there means access to a hyperspace junction, and we suspect their undead to spread across neighboring sectors. You will be in their way."