A New Junction [Mandalorian Empire dominion of Feriae Junction]

[Gilamar Skirata]

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It had been over half a decade since any organized Mandalorian faction had been to Feriae System. Not since the Great Vanishing had they had the resources to spare for themselves to re-connect with their old fortress world. He had no doubt that many Mandalorians individually had visited the planet considering the world's importance in the opening years of the Sith-Mandalorian wars, but the system had mad very clear...It was independent.

With rising tensions between the Sith and Mandalorians again Gilamar had reached out to his contacts in old Mandalorian systems. There were whispers of Sith ships entering and leaving the system along with an increase in pirate and mercenary raids. It didn't take much to put two and two together, though without any substance to prove it Gil needed to make an appearance himself and see what was going on. Junction had a reputation now as a fortress world. A tightly run mercenary band seemed to hold power in the system and was able to repel most pirate raids with ease. Pirates and raiders seemed to be better and better equipped as of late however and the Hydian Way was ever more perilous in and around the system, throwing trade and the flow of credits into dangerous flux.

A pair of Rekr-Class cruisers dropped out of hyperspace followed by the Fenn Skirata, an ancient Legacy-Class battlecruiser . The bridge crew of the Fenn Skirata were hard at work cycling power generators and re-calibrating sensors. The old boat had seen far too many battles and probably should have been retired and scrapped several decades ago, not unlike the pair of old Mandalorians that stood on the bridge now. Gilamar stood on the bridge of the battlecruiser alongside Strider, his lifelong friend, rival, adversary, and probably the father of one of Gil's clan members.

The old man stepped to the edge of the bridge, as close as he could get to the transparisteel viewports and gazed out over the system. A massive Alor-class dreadnought floated in orbit over Feriae Junction. Several other old Mandalorian ships could be seen as well as they patrolled the space over the planet. The sun began to peak out over Junction and had it not been for the polarized lenses on his helmet and the transparisteel shaders the glare would have been painful.

It was a sight to see.

<Sir, incoming transmission from Junction's defense platforms.>

<Throw it up.> The hologram projector in the roof of the bridge activated and illuminated the darkened room blue as the image of a bald man with dark skin and an eyepatch stood before Gilamar. He wore armor reminiscent of Mandalorian beskar'gam with slight modifications and a long cape that nearly touched the ground. He stood with a stern face and looked from Gilamar to Strider before slowly breaking into a grin.

<Su cuy'gar Gil,> the man's gaze shifted to Strider and he offered him a nod, <Strider. I was beginning to think you two weren't going to show. We'll be waiting at the starport.>

Gil smirked behind his helmet.

<It's been too long Hawke. We'll be down in a tic.>

It had been too long since Mandalorians were on Junction.

OBJECTIVES:

• Escort/Protect Gilamar Skirata and Strider Garon during their talks with Hawke, the leader of the Feriae System!
• Help the Red Legion defend their slice of they Hydian Way from pirates and raiders!
• Explore New Junction
• Compete with the Red Legion mercenaries in shooting contests
• BYOO

 

[Yasha Cadera]

Location: The Fenn Skirata
Objective: Watch Gil & Strider Work
Allies: CoM [member="Gilamar Skirata"] [member="Strider Garon"] [member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Quoron Mantis"]

The Fenn Skirata. A ship so legendary Yasha remembered her mother Aditya fawning over the schematics in their scant leisure time in the Netherworld. Aditya would have ganked a legion of lesser beings to get on that ship. Nevermind the ships Yasha now had at her command.

‘Here I am, Mama. Made it.’ The Infernal Beskar’kandar resided upon its’ silent patron, who stood behind Gilamar and Strider for a few reasons. Chiefly among them, it was only polite for the seven foot tall, armoured Epicanthix to stand behind anyone. Secondary, but integral beyond common courtesy was the chance for the young Cadera to watch Alor Skirata work. It was singularly beautiful to see. This aged Mando’ad functioned with an efficiency which only came through time and experience. Yasha took in every second she could. The way he interacted with the crew, with Strider, and with the space on the other side of the massive viewport.

Mand’alor the Builder. What a sight.

Attached to her pauldrons, swathes of grey armourweave fabric pooled from shoulders down over Yasha’s front, slit on both sides to allow the free movement of her arms. The cape flowing down her back bore the sigil of Clan Cadera. While she waited for the comm they knew would eventually come, Yasha continued to research the archives. Lines pouring through one corner of her HUD. Archival footage displayed in the lower corner. Eternal ‘catching up’ was her glorious burden. Battles waged ‘before her time’ rushed past the young one’s eyes. A quiet audio bead kept her intuned to her riduur's current vocalizations. She hated not knowing.

Sith space… she could smell it. Junction needed to retrofit its’ ships almost as much as Alor Skirata. Her eyes turned from the fleet moving outside to the holoprojection of Junction’s regent. To the Comm she said nothing, best leave introductions for familiar men.

“Alor Skirata. I would accompany you to the surface, if you would have me.” Behind her, Yasha’s guards fanned close… yet the form of Ambrose was oddly missing from the young Epicanthix’s side.

 

[Deius Koman'na]

Deius Koman'na
Location: Qiilura, Forest area
Objective Four: Compete with the Red Legion mercenaries in shooting contests
Allies: ME

Bam

Deius smirked, hidden beneath his helmet's visor he turned around and nodded towards the small crowd that surrounded him. A few disgruntled looks but a credit chip was thrown his way and Deius easily caught his winnings. A quick snap of his finger and Deius thanked the poor Red Legionnaire that made a bet against him.

"You can say lucky shot," Deius commented, he lifted his rifle and swung back over his shoulder. His hands motioned down the range and slightly cocked his head to the side, "-But since I'm a honest, I can't say it was luck."

A few others chuckled, but the one that made the bet appeared no near amused of the prospect of losing credits to what he would have called a boy and a shorty. Gotta be the bigger man now don't we? The irony was poetic but after all Deius enjoyed the game he played, even if it might threaten his health a tad. If only things were to get rowdy of course, and most were good sport, as long as there's a chance for repayment.

"Now though, some may not believe in luck or me-" Deius continued, his shoulders shrugged upwards "-Perish the thought anyone would every not believe me. So, let's make it double or nothing." Deius explained, his visor directed to the same Legionnaire.

A nod and Deius returned to the firing range and settled himself with his rifle. The target ranged hundred forty meters, but the real mark was the spot on the head. Only one shot as well. The young Mandalorian tightened his grip and with a release of his breathe the trigger pulled, blaster shot ranged and sailed across the range. Am here to make friends of course.

Deius hardly fancied himself a sociable person, but as he turned around and threw his credit chip back at the Legionnaire along with another credit chip of Deius's own. "Maybe it was luck after all, didn't think I'd make a liar out've myself." Deius chalked up his miss. Ah well, I'll make them credits back later. While he hated to purposely miss shots, best to leave it at that before a fun contest turns into something unfun.

 

[Gilamar Skirata]

Gil nodded to the much taller Mand'alor and then to Strider.

"I don't see why not. You'll want to meet and know the man in charge of Junction yourself anyways," he said as he fitted his helmet over his head. The helmet fit into place with a short hiss, indicating that an environmental seal had been formed.

"Let's get to the surface then. If Hawke was ever one thing it was impatient." He walked past the younger Cadera, his cape flowing behind him slightly. Strider would take command of the ship while they were away. Orders were to aid the Red Legion's defense force in patrols in the system. He doubted anything would dare assault the area with a two battlecruisers on patrol, but things never went just as planned...

The path to the hangar bay was a short one from the bridge, but it was long enough to assess the young Mand'alor's knowledge of the planet.

"So, Yasha," he started, the voice modulator in his helmet casting a digital shadow over his Mando'a accented basic. "What have you learned about Junction?"

[member="Yasha Cadera"]

 

[Yasha Cadera]

Location: The Fenn Skirata
Objective: Watch Gil & Strider Work
Allies: CoM [member="Gilamar Skirata"] [member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Quoron Mantis"] [member="Deius Koman'na"]

“Thank you, Alor Skirata.” Yasha’s wolf-helm nodded to the smaller being, no less mighty for his human size. She followed behind Gilamar’s cape, glad for once someone other than herself knew first where they ought to be going. Yasha’s use of basic was a constant translation from either Epicant or Mando’a. If only languages came easy, but every person had their particular burdens.

“Junction is the strategic crux point of the region. Any worthwhile offensive will inevitably take place from this sector. The history of warfare here has made the Red Legion hearty and independent. Your campaigns against the Sith were fought with Jetiise alongside Mando’ade… and there was a statue of some… Jetii midget?

Battle’s made them stubborn. I like stubborn. This Hawke figure, you clearly know him well. I can see from the holorecordings that he fights like a krayt dragon and doubles down hard. I assume earning his respect is our key objective? We’ve yet to be able to reach out, that must sting… Gilamar…

The Sith will see our push. Junction has managed to stay off the Sith radar for some time. How happy will our reception be, when it brings a potential foreboding with our shadows? This friend of yours, Hawke, what of his business partner? The place has the whiff of despotism on the rise.”

 

[Gilamar Skirata]

"Hrm," Gil grunted, keeping pace towards the turbolift. The doors slid open, its openining just a foot too short to accommodate Yasha without ducking. Inside the turbolift was much more spacious and offered a view over the large hangar of the Fenn Skirata. He looked over to Yasha and nodded.

"An interesting interpretation...Ironically the Red Legion never saw combat on Junction during the Sith Wars," he started, "The first class of Red Legionnaires only finished training a few months before the Dark Harvest." A shiver ran down his spine at the thought of that galactic event. He never found out how, but during that time the dead rose and came wave after wave. He smiled at how things had come full circle. That first wave of death was where Preliat Mantis saw his world turn upside down. He wondered if he and Jasper had helped Preliat through that horror better if things would have been different now.

He looked up at Preliat's daughter and shook his head.

"Hawke was part of that first class. Strider and I trained him and his platoon personally. He would later become one of our top performing Red Legion Commandos. Don't let the eyepatch fool you." The turbolift shuddered as it stopped at the hangar level and its doors hissed open. "And he wasn't a Jedi midget," Gilamar corrected, "He was Grand Master of the Jedi Order. He fought bravely to save both the people of Junction and Mandalorian lives." While GIlamar himself had never met the Jedi, he was one of very few that held respect for.

"But you're right, the Sith will take notice of this place. I doubt they will take any action however..."

[member="Yasha Cadera"]

 

[Mig Gred]

Location: The Fenn Skirata
Objective: Assist Alor Skirata, Keep senses peeled for Sith
Allies: [member="Gilamar Skirata"] [member="Yasha Cadera"] [member="Kaine Australis"]

Mig sat silently within the hanger of the Fenn Skirata. He had been in there meditating since his day had begun, trying to catch any trace of the potential Sith presence in the area. Junction was a key world to Mandalorian Empire, and the Alor knew it. He would do whatever it took to protect it. As for why he was in the hanger as apposed to his cabin or the bridge, well plenty of other Mando’ade onboard didn’t care for his gift of the Force. Not that Mig could blame them, but he found the hanger to be a bit quieter and not so... hostile. Maybe it was the fact that everyone there kept busy? The Mando’ade didn’t really care why anyway. He’d learned to deal with it everything after the attacks.

The lightly armored Mamdalorian’s focus was then broken when he heard the turbolift doors open. The man turned his helmeted head to see Alor Skirata and Mand’alor Cadera walk through the lift’s doors. He soon got up and walked over to the pair.

“Alor Skirata. Mand’alor Cadera. Ni ganar nayc ru'aalar mayen bid chaaj'yc. I was also hoping to ask if I may join you?”

 

[Yasha Cadera]

Location: The Fenn Skirata
Objective: Watch Gil & Strider Work
Allies: CoM [member="Gilamar Skirata"] [member="Strider Garon"] [member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Quoron Mantis"] [member="Mig Gred"]

“My pardons. I should continue watching the footage to be more accurate.” Yasha ducked into the turbolift, as she did most hatchways she encountered in her armour. As the lift moved, Yasha clung to the rail behind her back. The Dark Harvest. Under her plates, the Infernal shivered on instinct. Memories of her father’s nightly terrors shook her spine. ‘It’s okay Daddy. I found you a nightlight.’ Too many nights her uncle Silas, or Ambrose would scoop up the child guarding her father’s door, and take her away from the muffled screams.

“I suppose a lot of people look like midgets, when I keep craning my neck… That was a lame attempt at a joke. Sorry. You make me nervous, seeing one’s heroes on the weekly.” Yasha’s hands clung to the railing as the turbolift shuddered, momentarily her entire body was rigid and still. She ducked her head to exit. “Grand Master, then. I don’t think Mandalorians have the monopoly on bravery… and if you and Strider trained Hawke, then he is the sort of ally I want on our side indefinitely.”

The hangar bay unfolded for the young Epicanthix, and she waited for Gilamar to show her which ship they were taking down.

“I remain unconvinced the Emperor would be inactive… they will retaliate. Perhaps not in the method we expect, but Zambrano will balance the scales weighted in our favour today.” A chill came to the young woman’s voice, as if her usual lilt was broken by cold at absolute zero. “I have many of our gurlanin scouring the near spaces for any signs they can find, just in case.”

Mig Gred came to their side, a simple question for Mand’alor the Infernal, and Alor Skirata. Another hand down.

“Su cuy’gar, Alor Gred.” The wolf-helm atop Yasha’s formidable head nodded to the side. “Come. You may join us indeed. Have you met Alor Skirata yet, Gred?”

 

[Gilamar Skirata]

He nodded at Yasha's assessment of Emperor Zambrano. The hint of worry in her voice was comforting, it was good to know he wasn't the only one thinking about the ways the Sith could be plotting away.

"They might, but we'll be ready." A Mandalorian with armor markings he didn't recognize walked up to the pair to ask if he could accompany them to the surface. Yasha knew him though. An alor, most definitely one from a smaller clan, probably new too. He shrugged.

"We could use your blaster Alor," Gil agreed. A transport was waiting for them, its boarding ramp extended. A pair of fighters were being prepped for escort duty nearby.

"He'll probably take our weapons though when we land," he shrugged as he stepped onto the boarding ramp. "Hopefully he's reasonable."

[member="Yasha Cadera"] [member="Mig Gred"]

 

[Mig Gred]

Mig smiled under his helmet and joined the pair of fellow Mando'ade. It was now that he realized just how small his seemed compared to the two, both in stature and in his armor's construction. His clan's beskar'gam tended to be lighter. No stomach, upper arm, or plated thigh armor. Just "the essentials" of any piece of armor plating. The man could be secure that he was probably a bit more agile at least. Yasha then asked if Mig had every met Alor Skirata before, and Skirata himself noted that they could use his blaster. Mig looked at the Mand'alor and shook his head before eyeing his fellow Alor.

"Never in person, Mand'alor. Bic cuyir ijaat, Alor Skirata. While I may not have a traditional blaster...." Mig then drew his Trayc'kad, and with a flick of the wrist switched it to blaster mode. "Both my Trayc'kad and me have a few tricks that should be helpful." After placing the hybrid weapon back in place, Mig looked quite surprised at the transport before him, and the fighters nearby. An intact Kom'rk and a pair of Fangs. It had been a long time since he had flown in the transport before him.

Gil then noted that "he" may take their weapons. Mig wasn't sure who this "he" was, but he knew he'd have a tough time letting someone else be in charge of his weapon. The force wielder let out a light sigh before boarding. "Assuming the mean the man in charge of Junction, I agree."

 

[Yasha Cadera]

Location: The Fenn Skirata
Objective: Watch Gil & Strider Work
Allies: CoM [member="Gilamar Skirata"] [member="Strider Garon"] [member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Quoron Mantis"] [member="Mig Gred"]

“I won’t allow him the luxury of breathing next time.” Another breath of ice. Yasha’s knuckles grit in her beskar’kandar, the wrist-mounted katar blade on her left hand sliding out, then back in its’ berth. Since returning from her ill-fated foray into the bowels of old Kaas City, the Infernal indeed shifted. She spent longer hours pouring over the galactic maps, reopening old garrisons, and trussing up stations, listening posts, medical centres… where her beginning foray as Mand’alor included a drastic ecological and terraforming initiation to bring Manda’yaim back from it’s desiccated state after the Second Mandalorian Excision, with harvests possible and air quality redeemed, the Infernal looked outward along their borders. Worlds would be reclaimed. Might would return to the moniker of Mandalorian.

“Well journeyed indeed, Gred.” Yasha chuckled. They would not be so weak as to fall again. Not while she held breath. Gred was indeed a new Clan to enter the Empire, one the Mand’alor was grateful for.

“If Hawke does, we are still Mando’ade. Trappings or not, we are warriors and the respect for their skills shall be paid in kind. Shall we venture forth and leave the tardiness to our children?” Yasha boarded the shuttle, gulp hidden behind her perilous wolf-helm. If she’d been alone, the young woman might’ve kicked the side of the ship to check for sturdiness.

Shuttles… why did it always have to be shuttles? She succoured herself with thoughts that soon they would be on the surface.

 

[Gilamar Skirata]

He smirked behind his helmet at Yasha, her apprehension palpable to the older man. He shrugged and walked into the cockpit and gave a nod to the pilot. The repulsors fired up and the boarding ramp closed. Up above them the heavy hangar doors creaked open. The blue environmental shield was already active, protecting those in the hangar not in starships. The pair of Fang TypeNu fighters flew out of the hangar, closely followed by the Mandalorian shuttle.

They flew through the cold darkness of space and entered the atmosphere of Junction. From the viewports the massive city of New Junction came into view.

"Mandalorian shuttle craft, please follow our escort to bay 17. Fang Escort we order you to stand down."

The order didn't go over well in the cockpit with the pilot giving Gil a sideways glance. Gil pressed a button on the dashboard and activated the com.

"Junction command, we copy. Fang escorts will stand down and return to the Fenn Skirata." Cries of protest came over the Mandalorian coms but were quickly shut down and they turned around. In their place two purudii-class fighters dropped into escort duty and brought the transport down to the starport. With a hiss the ship's repulsors activated, slowing down the ship as it entered the hangar.

They were here, and Hawke was waiting for them flanked by two soldiers clad in modified red legion armor, the repulsors blowing his cape around.

[member="Yasha Cadera"] [member="Mig Gred"]

 

[Mig Gred]

Mig couldn't help but chuckle at Yasha's response to him. He turned to her, pointing at the transport/fighter. "My clan only has one of these birds still flying, and an old, war-torn one at that. The other ships are mostly bounty hunter style craft or just stupidly well built. One's even an ancient MC-18 freighter (http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/MC-18_light_freighter) that is a cousin's personal craft now." kept his eyes closed once the Kom'rk left the hanger. Mig simply closed his eyes once the vessel launched however, becoming oddly quiet. He was simply trying to see if he could feel and hint of the Dark Side. Not just a grey felling, but one that would defiantly be a Sith. He didn't really want to find anything, but he knew if he did it would be important.

The Mandalorian just tried to ignore the annoyance of the escorts being relieved of duty. This guy was a Mandalorian, right? Wouldn't he have trusted those fighters? This already made Mig question the man's intent. Looked over at the Mand'alor before speaking up. "Why would this guy not trust our escorts?" Once on the ground, Mig quickly stood up, and waited for the others to proceed.

[member="Gilamar Skirata"] [member="Yasha Cadera"]

 

[Yasha Cadera]

Location: The Fenn Skirata - Shuttle - Surface
Objective: Watch Gil Work
Allies: CoM [member="Gilamar Skirata"] [member="Strider Garon"] [member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Quoron Mantis"] [member="Mig Gred"]

“You know, we do have engineers I can lend you to upgrade your ships, if you wish.” Yasha busied herself with checking up on dispatches from across the realm in her HUD while the shuttle continued its’ escorted trip. Sitting in the rigid etiquette bound posture Baiko drilled into her head as ‘polite company’, the Mand’alor focussed on her work, until New Junction was blossoming before them.

“Stand down? They wish us vulnerable?” Yasha looked up at Gil, knowing he was the knowledgeable one here, when it came to the Red Legion, and the people of Junction. “This does not bode well, Gilamar.”

The hiss of the repulsors caused Yasha to reach for the side of her seat, hopefully unnoticed. Give her an army of thousands with only a hundred at her side, and she was ineffably confident. Put her in the back of a shuttle, or small craft and Yasha prayed their way down.

Upon landing, Yasha squared her shoulders, leaning down a bit in the shuttle so as not to hit the top of her helmet. Smoothing her grey armourweave cloak over her front before the hatch opened, she raised up to her full, intimidating height as the hatch came down. was appropriate, Yasha walked side by side with Gilamar, knowing the best would be to watch him give an indication of greeting.

“Regent Braxis. My gratitude for your time.” Yasha said, when the time was right.

 

[Mig Gred]

Mig nodded to Yasha. Having engineers come to update the ships that weren’t up to snuff would be nice. The old war bird could definitely use the update! Most of the personal craft were kept up by their owners, from snubs fighters to corvettes, but there were definitely ships that needed to be overhauled. Maybe even some that just needed to be turned into parts. “Sounds like a deal I can’t pass up, Mand’alor. Best warn them our supplies have been scarce.”

Once Gil and Yasha exited the craft, Mig quietly followed behind them. He took a quick look at the Regent, and said “It’s an honor, Regent,” after the Mand’alor spoke.

 

[Aedan Miles]

Location: Mandalore's Bane
Objective: 2
Allies: [member="Kaine Australis"]
Enemies: Hold outs

Aedan yawned as he sat on the bridge of the Bane leaning back in the command throne as he watched the white lines of hyperspace flash by. Ever sense Qilura he had been dealing with the emotional reactions to what he had done that day. He was not ashamed of his actions but that didn't mean he liked what he had to do. He looked up as his first mate read off details about the group of hold outs and non conformist in the area. Their job today was to wipe them out as they were going to be in Mandalorian Empire space soon. He was joining up with the last man who had commanded the navy of the Mando'ade before him. With a tired chuckle Aedan stood as the Bane and its 4 escorts dropped out of hyperspace near the ships commanded by Australis. With a grin Aedan waved his hand his communications officer establishing a link with the flagship that Kaine was on. "Well well looks like we are working together this time Australis. Just so you are aware the last time I met with this group in an attempt to get them to fall in line I noticed they had at least 3 Star Destroyers. They are old though so the Bane should handle them as long as the rest of our forces can keep the small fish off of it." He nodded to his first mate who sent a small data package to Australis with the info they had on the enemy in it with a grin he stood and gestured again calling out sharply to his men. "Deploy the Sails with image Delta on them let them know their end has come." With a savage grin the men under Aedan's command nodded their head as the defense controller ordered the sails to be deployed their brilliance flaring brightly before the coloring and imagery of the sails changed to visually display his old flag the one that had given him his infamy.

 

[Gilamar Skirata]

Hawk wasn't short by any human standards. He stood a good few inches taller than Gilamar and had broad shoulders, but still he had to look up at the creature that stood before him. A very strange, very nontraditional helmet stared down at him. He couldn't help but stare with his one good eye as the trio approached. He shook his head and clasped arms with Gil when they finally reached him. The two men embraced.

"Its good to see you Gil, though I wish you hadn't brought a battlecruiser to my doorstep like this," he said with a smirk. Gil frowned.

"I wish I was here in better circumstances as well...This is serious Hawke. I," Gil paused and looked up at the Mand'alor. He couldn't tell if she looked imposing, ridiculous, or frightening. Maybe it depended on the lighting. "We, needed to speak to you."

Hawke frowned and nodded his head towards the apparent female that spoke up.

"Who're you? I thought Strider was coming down."

"I'll let her introduce herself, but Strider is watching the ship. Like I said, things are getting serious Hawke."

[member="Yasha Cadera"] [member="Mig Gred"]

 

[Mig Gred]

Mig just stayed quiet as he watched Hawke. Something about the guy just didn't sit right with him. If the alor didn't have more control he probably would've told Hawke what was on his mind. Now wasn't the time though. Right now, Mig just had to stay silent, and keep his mind on the Force. He still didn't even know whether or not he'd have his weapon taken, but that wouldn't stop him from seeking out anything that was... off bout this place. He would just have to wait and see.

[member="Gilamar Skirata"] [member="Aedan Miles"] [member="Yasha Cadera"] [member="Deius Koman'na"] [member="Kaine Australis"]

 

[Yasha Cadera]

Location: Junction
Objective: Watch Gil Work. Negotiate.
Allies: CoM [member="Gilamar Skirata"] [member="Strider Garon"] [member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Quoron Mantis"] [member="Mig Gred"] [member="Aedan Miles"]

Fashion was not on the forefront of Yasha’s mind, when the veterans of Mandalore presented her new armour. Forged of fragments of beskar from the armour of the fallen, the Hell Wolf Beskar’kandar was meant to impose, while honouring the influences around the Mand’alor.

There was another such reason why her helm was so odd. Zambrano was 8’2”. Being nearly as tall as her helm helped, Epicanthix genetics as what they were. Yasha would allow herself the pride of looking him in the eye, when she fought him. Yasha Cadera would be intimidated by no man nor beast. She would be his height, when she trained with her troops.

If a battle was inevitable, they would be practiced.

“Thank you, Alor Skirata. May I ask if you expect Mand’alor the Infernal to travel in a merchant freighter, Regent Hawke?” Nodding her wolf-helm, the Infernal peered at Hawke’s face, trying to discern how well this conversation would be taken. “We would not have brought ourselves to the orbit of Junction without reason. The Sith are moving. We have reason to reconnect with your people, to offer what defences the Mandalorians can provide to protect what you’ve built, and ensure your autonomy, if you hear us out.”

 

[Gaia Sunaris Cadera]

Location: Junction
Objective: Explore New Junction
Allies: CoM [member="Yasha Cadera"] [member="Gilamar Skirata"] [member="Strider Garon"] [member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Quoron Mantis"] [member="Mig Gred"] [member="Aedan Miles"]



Click!

The snapshot from her buy’ce captured the perfect picture of the memorial. Grandmaster Tefka, two Mandos. It wouldn’t be the first time Mandalorians held the system – and to be honest, it probably wouldn’t be the last. Between civil wars, the ebb and flow of the galaxy, and the craziness it usually brought with it.

But while the rest were up high in the skies, Beth was doing a little recon on the city itself – what were the people like? Were they typical Mandalorians, immigrants, or whatever? In truth, Beth wasn’t entirely sure what type of proposal would be made to the Red Legion, the seeming owners of the system.

But she did already have a delicious hot dog like thing from a street vendor, which was actually pretty good – despite the slight nausea she felt now. In hindsight, it probably wasn't the best idea... But she wouldn't change it. She had half a mind to bring a bunch back for mom, dad, and the whole crew but... Well, probably wouldn't be good by the time she saw them again later in time. But, if they ever came back for just a visit, she knew exactly where to take them.

Beth laughed, grateful her buy'ce hid her voice. Just image what Aunt Peggy would say about eating something like that.

Nothing like getting to know the locals by not talking to any of them, site seeing like a tourist, and eating probably unsafe food after all…