A Pleasant War, A Mandalorian Black Tie Formal

[Gilamar Skirata]

Several Days Ago - Ruins of MandalMotors Tower Board Room

"Really, it is a poor sort of situation Mandalore is in right now, but our interested parties are still wondering, when are they going to be making credits again? For some of us this company was our lifeblood and to be frank," He looked around at the room mischievously, "Business was booming during the Sith Wars."

This was why he hated board meetings. Even through holograms these money grubbing outsiders could make him want to punch them and launch them out of the nearest airlock. Another woman chimed in, a proper looking female Twi'lek,

"We understand that the new fighter is on its way out? What about that new destroyer you promised? All that money didn't go to waste trying to clean up the town now did it?" Waste? Town?

"With all due respect your credits don't mean chit to me. Yes, the project was put on hold to help with rescue and planet rehabilitation efforts. Now if you want to talk about what you can do for me and my people I'm all ears but,"

"Ah-ah-ah, let's get a hold of that temper! Here's an idea...Let's take out the prototype for a spin. Retrofit it for a large gala and invite all the moves and shakers. Pull in some extra credits and I know at least MY investors will match at least half of what you pull in. It'll also show US that the company still has the clout you claim it does and is still going to be profitable for us in the long run. I think that sounds fair?"

Aboard the Staje Akaan

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And so here he was. The Staje Akaan was a modified version of a new Dreadnought under construction by MandalMotors. While the real version would have been filled with halls of durasteel and hangars full of starfighters, this mock up had plush red rugs and carpet throughout, bars, gambling and even rooms for guests. The name was his brother's idea. Staje Akaan, the Pleasant War. It fit, if only slightly. Even though half of the ship's weapons weren't operational, much of the ship was shut off to the party guests which was where the small skeleton crew attempted to keep the proto-type ship afloat and keep the guests safe. He had thrown the Shriek-Hawks and Ures'alor a bone and hired them on as security on top of what MandalMotors supplied. Luckily most of the security detail was Mandalorian, so he hadn't heard of any incidents yet. He sighed.

"Long day?" Mel. He forgot she was running this op for him. She offered him a flask encased in what he could only assume to be bantha or To Vhin leather. He graciously excepted and took a swig.

"Should you really be drinking on the job in front of your boss?"

"Should you really be moping at a view port?" A grunt in response. "Go make us that money! Keldabe isn't gonna rebuild itself you know!"

Another grunt. "I really hate Masquerade," he muttered before slipping his helmet back over his head. Many Mandalorians had the same idea. Suit and tie or dress, but even for many of the women a suit and tie was preferred over the dress, with their helmet of choice. From what he could tell most of them were pretty generic and plain. Probably done to avoid any sort of drunken embarrassment. Besides, you didn't wear your GOOD helmet to a ball.

Unless you were Gil. But he was old, or at least that was his excuse, and he didn't care who saw him here. In fact, he would prefer that they knew who they were talking to. A Skirata Rekr ring adorned his hand and he was wearing a MandalMotors tie. Couldn't be more obvious than he was right now.

[member="Ruug'la Jag"]

 

[Claire Organa]

[SIZE=14pt]Keldabe City[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=14pt]Claire looked upon the ruin that had once been thriving there was much to be done. She knew that her cousin Rianna and her partner Briika Tor were working on the restoration of the Ordo Medical Center but that was just one building and just how much could MandalMedical do on its own. Funds were needed for the entire city.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14pt]That was why she was here she was representing Faith and Draco at this gathering. She was letting them know that Alderaan did not forget their Mandalorian brothers and sisters in their time of need. Even if they disagreed on politics this was not politics. But the event she was attending was not on the planet it was on a ship and now that she had seen the devastation first hand she understood their needs even more.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14pt]Dressing for this event was puzzling her, she needed comfort for the long hours, and yet elegance without being overly revealing. She had several dresses from her shop on hangars waiting for her to make up her mind as to what she would wear.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14pt]She finally settled upon a a gown with long sleeves, she needed the extra warmth. Ships she found made her feel cold as if the darkness and cold of space seeped in and stole every ounce of warmth from the ship. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14pt]She made sure she had the offer from Alderaan Engineering to help as well. Claire boarded her shuttle and headed over to the host vessel.[/SIZE]

 

[Ruug'la Jag]

[member="Gilamar Skirata"] [member="Claire Organa"]
Mood Music

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1m4tYUfYCj4

Aboard the Verde One

The old antique Crusader Class Mandalorian starship exited from hyperspace. In its armored command center Ruug'la Jag sat slouched in his black cushioned command chair. He was combing through his white beard with his rough gloved fingers. He was wearing his grey green battle fatigues that went beneath his mandalorian armor. His raquor'daan Fang wrapped sleeping about his chair snored in deep growls. He laid old eyes beset in layered wrinkles at the Mandalorian ship before him, the Staje Akaan. It was a curious invitation. He honestly was not sure why he was invited. Ruug'la Jag was indeed a proverbial piece of the furniture when it came to the warriors who had warred for Mandalore. But, he wasn't a man of any reknown, not like the great warriors of old whom he had battled under their banners.

He looked down at Fang and ruffled his black fur.

"What say you hmm?" he said. "Shall we pay our greater ori'vode a visit?"

Fang replied with a wide mouthed yawn. Ruug'la Jag snorted, "Just me then."

Ruug'la Jag leaned over and opened a communications line to the vessel, hailing it and requesting a video link open. Since his visit to deliver the bones of his former comrade, the Ures'alor (his company) had been revived with new members and he encountered new life on Mandalore. And now this. The old man smirked, perhaps this old dog's journey has yet to end.

 

[Thera Mayeen]

It had been a while since Jecht had been in Mandalorian space. His main home was on Bothawui where Daw Motors headquarters was located. Mandalore had been where one of their development teams worked and a few had lost their lives in the catastrophe that had befell the planet. Being from Concordia he understood the pain felt when something like this happened to your home planet. He had already donated millions of credits to the Mandalore restoration cause but a few more never hurt. Besides, he hadn't seen Gil in quite a while. He had heard the old Mandalorian had been injured during the event.

He stood by the bar, waiting for the gambling to open as he sipped on Tihaar, a Mandalorian spirit he had grown to like. Quite a few famous faces had shown up, most of them prominent Mandalorian clan leaders, some of them Hapan HoloVid stars. It was an interesting event with an interesting cast to be sure.