A Royal Affair - Mandalorian Clans Dominion of Gala Hex

[Gilamar Skirata]

“I've brought the council together to discuss the emergence of a new threat. A threat that pushed the Silver Jedi back a few parsecs. It's name is Velok.”

Velok? The name sent a shiver down the old man's spine. Gil shifted uncomfortably in his seat and glanced around the room before speaking,

"The Dark Jedi? I know that name...It passed my desk and feed more than a few times while I was Mand'alor. But by all reports he should be dead. Unless...this isn't a giant Whippid Force wielder." It wasn't possible that he was still alive. Not only was he old to begin with, but Velok from what he had heard had been killed years ago.

[member="Davon Karr"]

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Objective: Royal ball
Location: Gala
Allies: [member="Lok Munin"] [member="Mesh'la Dral"] [member="Marcus Lok"]
Enemies: Assassins
Post: 22/38

It shouldn't be long now until the assassins are stopped, she thought. The outer perimeter was crawling with action as the assassins clumsily attempted to penetrate said perimeter. Meanwhile, Cathul knew that, as the assassins squabbled outside, the ball must continue until the assassins reached the inner perimeter. That's one for the ages, one of my greatest successes as Radar of Mandalore. She was using magic but even on Gala Jedi were still held in greater respect than Sith were. So she still had to keep calm using alchaka so long as there were no disturbances within the inner perimeter. She can't help but listen to that jizz. Jizz that she never had much of a chance to listen to other than at medical school commencement ceremonies on Azure. She has been attending medical school commencement ceremonies on Azure since there was a medical school on that planet in the first place.

"How do you like that jizz, Jetii?" a one of Clan Lok's security guards asked Cathul.

"I don't listen to jizz that much but I like that particular assemblage of musicians"

"You may not have the best taste in music but I have to grant you that much: you're a truly gifted space witch"

"My gift is being capable of using the Force in such precise ways"

 

[Revenchent]

Post: 4
Nearby: [member="Canal"], [member="Isley Verd"]
Location: Aargonar
Objective: BYOO

There were a thousand things Corin might have expected to come across on this misbegotten world. Accusations about his buir's armor were not on that list. Puzzled, the youth whistled low. Cabur trotted up to his side, the Strill adopting a defensive posture alongside its master. Its teeth bared, and its big black eyes narrowed; the beast was unmistakably the late Galaar Tal'verda's Stirll: Lord Cabur The Eight.

With wary eyes, Corin scanned over the other Mando'ade assembled. He did not recognize them, not by clan or color. To most, the sight of others that followed the way would have been a comfort. To the son of an isolationist people that had risen up more than once against its fellow clans, it was just another warning.

A long silence followed the man's question as Corin mused over the situation. After a few moments, the youth came to a decision. "Pirusti, ibic cuyir nuhunla." Corin muttered in an archaic dialect of Mando'a to the Strill. Lord Cabur cocked its head to the right, seemingly perturbed.

With a bit of show, Corin flicked his cloak up over his shoulder, and reached up to remove his helmet. He greeted [member="Canal"] with his father's charismatic smile, and his mother's predatory blue eyes, making no attempt to hide the way he assessed the elder clone.

"Few outside of the northern lands know of my father's armor," he mused. "Those that do I often learn either called him brother, or arch-enemy. Nothing in the middle. Everything and everyone he left behind came away with feelings of absolution. Makes me wonder which category you fall in." A hint of a laugh followed the youth words, though it carried a bitter tinge to it.

"My name is Corin. Yours?"

 

[Davon Karr]

[member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Alec Rekali"] [member="Gray Raxis"] [member="Lok Munin"] [member="Arrbi Betna"] [member="Arla Balor"] [member="Ronan Vizsla"] [member="Gilamar Skirata"]

Davon nodded slowly. "I've spoken to him and it's a whiphid. Doesn't mean it's the same person of course. What I know is that a Sith fleet and ground force removed the Silver Jedi from Korriban and then vanished. They didn't stay and hold territory, they deployed some forces to rebuild and then fell back.

"I cannot describe how much such a tactic unnerves me. This Velok is patient, but intelligent. Not unreasonable. Willing to compromise as long as he gets what he wants. These are the kind of sith that destroy you from within. The kind that will plot over the course of generations rather than risk defeat in a hasty assault."

Davon took a moment to look around the room, meeting each clan leader's gaze. "We can't fight what we can't see, let alone hit. We need information and we need a strategy. The damned silvers refused to talk to us. Should be called the yellow Jedi. They'll be no help. Where else can we search for information? The galaxy is damned big. I'm too old to go turning over every rock to look for sith scuttling in the darkness."

 

[Arla Ordo]

The bar weeks earlier.

Arla heard the request, "be careful what you order around here never know what it might be..." She did not recognize this [member="Fenn Ordo"] she wondered if he was new, "I'm Arla I have to head out do you need a ride?"

She would wait for Fenn's response, she would have the conversation until she had to absolutely leave.

(Fenn post to me and I will still answer in present)


Weeks later

The council meeting on the spire Arla listened to Davon as he spoke Velok she did not know the name right off but if Davon said there was a threat he would not say so without reason.

She had not heard that the Silver's would not speak with them, nor would she understand why they wouldn't if approached. As far as she knew there was no strife between them, so...perhaps there was something else.

Arla looked around the room she could see each of them turning the idea over in their mind their delegation had not been met, and she did not know any of the silvers. This was a matter that she felt they needed to be sure on, if they could not get information from the Silvers, "there are smaller groups in the galaxy that might have information, and people wanting credits. We can appeal the greedier side of a person's nature and get others to get the information for us." She looked around, not sure how her train of thought would be received.

[member="Davon Karr"] [member="Gray Raxis"] [member="Lok Munin"] [member="Arrbi Betna"] [member="Draco Vereen"] @ronan viszla [member="Gilamar Skirata"]

 

[Thorald Magnusson]

"Yeah, That's why I keep the blaster so they know better, and usually the armor usually knows that they'll not try and poison me without them getting shot before I go down." He nodded as she mentioned here name and raised his brow a little. "Fenn Ordo, Clan Ordo, nice to meet you m'am. Also, yes I kind of need a ride, I have no clue where ours from our side of the mountain is picking us up." He gets up walking over and sitting next to her and holding his side wincing a little. "Mind if we wait until the drinks come in before heading out?"

[member="Arla Balor"]

 

[Atlas Kane]

Objective: Achieve greatness.
Locations: Island on Gala
Allies: His Mandalorian Crew, his hurt pride.
Enemies: The uncle.
Post: 5/37,5

The older Valkyri led his nephew inside a tavern and flipped a switch, activating the lights and illuminating the room. There were multiple tables with chairs set on top of them, a bar and a wide assortment of diverse beverages from various planets all over the galaxy, as well as a few barrels filled with the most common drinks; However there were also crates filled with the same unmarked golden liquid, a drink usually only found on Midvinter, brewed by Valkyri brewmasters. Luckily for Gala, Cabur's uncle was one of those brewmasters, selling his craftsmanship in this tavern on an island near one of Gala's major cities.

"How's that stuff sell here?" Cabur asked the old man as he took a bottle out of one of the crates.

"Surprisingly well, all things considered. The people around here love the stuff, find it to be "exotic" and "innovative", honestly I think they've just never had a proper mead before." The older Valkyri chuckled, also taking one of the bottles from the crate. He took the crates and set them down next to each other along the countertop, sitting down behind the counter, and motioning for Cabur to take a seat opposite of him.

"So you're sure you want to do this? While we Valkyri can take more alcohol than your average man, this much mead could kill even one of us."

"I know, but every great warrior I know has beat a brewmaster in one of these challenges, so if I wish to become a great warrior myself, I too must beat a brewmaster." The younger Valkyri said, taking the cap off of the bottle of mead.

Cabur looked at his uncle. He was a good warrior, an excellent brewer and some of the only biological family left in the galaxy. He knew his uncle would look out for him and he would look out for his uncle. It wouldn't be any different during this challenge, they'd have each other's backs. Neither of them would lose their lives, unless both of them passed out at the same time, then it might turn bad.

 

[Gilamar Skirata]

[member="Arla Balor"] [member="Davon Karr"] 2Gray Raxis [member="Lok Munin"] [member="Arrbi Betna"] [member="Draco Vereen"] @Ronan Viszla

He chuckled at Davon's jab at the Silvers. It seemed no matter what flag they flew under, Jedi were Jedi. Always too afraid and self important to get heir hands dirty or help when it didn't directly benefit them. Not that they needed a Jedi's help with Sith anyways.

"There are smaller groups in the galaxy that might have information, and people wanting credits. We can appeal the greedier side of a person's nature and get others to get the information for us."

Gil nodded in agreement,

"Aye, I can also get more feelers out, focus the Ori'ramikade's info gathering efforts. We keep our ears to the dirt and we'll hear something. We should get our listening posts back up and running as well. Most of them were abandoned after the Vanishings." It was true. Before the Vanishings that occurred throughout the Galaxy several years ago the Mandalorians had control over a large swath of space, most of it had deep space listening stations that functioned as an early warning system. Even back then it was a relic from the past, originally set up during their war with the Sith Empire.

Now the deep space stations were in various states of disrepair. Some no doubt had become bases for pirates, safe houses for smugglers and other various groups looking for refuge. Some were even rumored to be hosting monsters and ghosts.

"They were effective during the War with the Sith Empire, and they'd be even stronger in our smaller borders. But even before that...Why are the Silvers silent? How'd we piss them off?"

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Objective: Royal ball
Location: Gala
Allies: [member="Lok Munin"] [member="Mesh'la Dral"] [member="Marcus Lok"]
Enemies: Assassins
Post: 23/38

"Our guest of honor, Cathul, is invited to perform acrobatics" the Queen announced.

"That would be, ladies and gentlebeings, a grand demonstration of... you guessed it, space magic"

"Come on, space witch, show us what you've got!" a courtier incensed her.

"Is that it? Is that all you can do, Radar of Mandalore?" another courtier asked, before Cathul began to execute her acrobatics.

Even though she was a space witch, and a highly talented one at that, one that could raise alarms at long range based on her Force-power, the ball went on without any further use of space magic on her part. When the second jizz musical piece ends, the Queen has an announcement to make, and they wanted something different on the ball's entertainment menu than simply music. Knowing that using space magic for acrobatics amounts of using Art of Movement, which is an umbrella term to refer to Force-speed, Force-agility and Force-jump, Cathul began to do acrobatics much like those Togruta gymnasts she once saw on holovision. But, since she knew that, as a space witch, her reputation among the courtiers and, possibly, her ability to get the job done on Gala depended on her performance, the pressure was on her as she even used Force-jump to make a "pike" position stunt. She narrowly missed a chandelier in the move...

 

[Djorn Bline]

Location: Aargonar
Allies: [member="Corin Tal'verda"], [member="Isley Verd"]
Enemies: TBD
Objective: BYOO
Post: 17

The defensive position that the strill took caused the ex-Dreadguard to place his right hand on one of his dual WESTAR 35 pistols. His DC-17m was slung on his shoulders, and wouldn't be no use as of yet. There were only Mandos, Jawas, a strill, and a young adult dressed in Calico's personal armor. Canal was very close to that man and looked up to that man. The two had been through hell and back from the days of their service to the Confederacy, their desertion, and short service to the Protectorate. Ever since the dreaded battle of Druckenwell everything had changed. The last time Canal saw his commander was when they were abducted by some force and sent them in the void of the Netherworld.

And the elder clone sure wasn't going to have some stranger mock his brother. Hell, he'd even challenge the foreigner to recover Cal's armor.

He was then greeted by a face that had some Fett traits in them as the color, structure, and - most importantly - the eyes were different of every Jango Fett clone.

Then the boy mentioned something about the armor belonging to his father. That was...possible. He knew Calico had a wife, so there was a chance he was conversing with Cal's son which also meant that he was nephew of Canal's. Still, he wouldn't just believe Corin's story.

"I was a brother of the man who's armor your wearing," he responded back, taking off his ARC trooper helmet thus showing the exact same traits of Jango Fett. The Mandos that were observing the two were astonished and interested to see a clone of the infamous bounty hunter that gave his blood to create warriors just like him. "My name is Canal, and I have a question for you."

The question was a simple one. And the answer would decide how Canal would react toward's Corin.

"What was his name?"

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Location: Vjun
Allies: [member="Briika Tor"], [member="Elpsis Elaris"], [member="3X744"], [member="Mishka Larraq"]
Enemies: #TarentatekLivesDontMatter
Objective: 3
Post: 18

Sweet music to his ears that everyone was fine, and there were no injuries or casualties. But his relief would vanish and dissuade as he would face a sudden and big problem. Not only were they going to fight and fend off falling rocks and sadist Sith Cultists, but also beasts and monsters tainted by the Dark Side of the Force such as the hungry and raging Tarentatek which was literally right in front of them.

Obviously there was the yells and screams of war that filled the caves as slugthrowers and blasters were concentrated at the Tarentatek.

Vilaz's left arm raised up and fired an anti-personnel missile at the beast and it made impact on it. It wasn't the killing blow, but it did put a dent on the monster. No injuries were as of yet as the Mandalorians had a huge chasm between the Tarentatek and themselves. Just as things were getting looking good, more trouble came at their way.

Sith Cultists.

Now they had to deal with a twelve foot Dark Side creature and a group of lightsaber wielding Cultists that could able to use the Force at an acolyte level which were right behind them.

"Watch your backs," the Akaan alerted the people in his team and began focusing on the Cultists. The Munin's Vornskr scattergun was raised and aimed at a charging Cultist. Without any hesitation or remorse, Vilaz pulled the trigger two times which ended the man's life. Satisfied of the dead Cultist, the Cuir Rekr engaged with another hostile, pulling the trigger of his scattergun but his attack wasn't a success as the enemy conjured a Force Bubble to protect him from the pellets of slugs. The Concordian would have to go all close quarters with the Cultist which he would gladly do.

 

[Kenrath]

Objective: 4 (BYOO)
Location: Downtown Gala
Allies: Corellian Ale
Enemies: Hangovers and party poopers
Posts: 1

Cole liked Cantinas. Good boozes, good company...........well sometimes good company. He rolled through the door making a quick scan of the room before ordering a drink. Cole had heard about the fancy ball being held in the city but it was not his scene. Cole didn't play dress up unless it was to smash some bodies face in.

When his drink arrived Cole took a ship paying the bartender for it before turning on the stool to watch the show. It was not his first choice for entertainment but he could live with.

 

[Arla Ordo]

[member="Fenn Ordo"] weeks earlier in the cantina, "Yes Vod we will wait for the drinks can't have good liquor going to waste." Arla set her hand on the bar she could finally feel the fingers coming back. She couldn't help but look at him again, "Clan Ordo you say...I thought I knew everyone in the Clan." Well if he was Vod she would definitely make sure he got back safely.

"Are you part of the group that came from Planet Ordo?"



Weeks later in the Council meeting

Arla nodded at [member="Gilamar Skirata"] , "excellent question, has the SJO done something to warrant mandalorian hospitality?"

Davon Karr [member="Gray Raxis"] @Lok Munin Arrbi Betna Draco Vereen [member="Ronan Vizsla"]

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

V J U N
Post 7 of 38
Objective: Sith Cultists
Location: Chateau de Bad Things
Allies: [member="Briika Tor"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Mishka Larraq"] | [member="Elpsis Elaris"]
Gear: Eukagar'gam | DC-17 Clone Trooper Pistol | Survival Knife

Watch their backs?

The Tarentatek was right in front of them. Why would they..?

More to the point, why was Mister Vilaz shooting the wrong way. Turning his head, the young clone trooper saw that cultist had come up from behind them.

Very sneaky, that tactic. These guys obviously knew their way around an ambush. Luckily, unlike giant Tarantatek monsters, this was a threat that the Fett clone was better adapted to deal with.

Chiiiiiiit. These were acolytes? He'd fought Jedi Masters. Especially during sleepover HoloStation 4 video game tournaments. He knew that Jedi and Sith and people who waved lightsabers around like this was a rave party could deflect blaster bolts, so his armor used a Sasori Beamer in the design.

Bringing his right arm up, the boy leveled and lined up his shot. The Sith cultist he'd aimed at brought a red-bladed lightsaber up to block, but the beam seemed to bend around the lightsaber rather than be deflected away. The shot took the cultist back a step, before they fell backward to the ground.

"Oya!" the small child chirped brightly. Doing the absolutely obligatory and time honored Mandalorian tradition of the celebratory booty dance.

 

[Lok Xiangu]

Location: Gala
Allies: [member="Mesh'la Dral"], [member="Marcus Lok"], [member="Cathul Thuku"]
Enemies: Assassins
Objective: 3
Post: 19

The young Munin was still in the broom closet, struggling as he was finding an angle to escape from his binds.

Congratulations, Lok. You played yourself.

He could just imagine that one popular and famous DJ telling him that due this embarrassing situation he was one just because of that broad he was snogging with. What would Vilaz say? What would the rest of the clan think about this? Lok would have to create some wild, legitimate story in order to hide the fact that some girl stunned him with a taser, wrapped him in some rope and sealed his mouth with tape, and left him in a broom closet while she went with her fellow assassins to try assassinate the queen or something.

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Location: Stygeon Prime
Allies: [member="Gilamar Skirata"], [member="Davon Karr"], [member="Arla Balor"]

Weeks later...

Heads or representatives of each clan came to the council meeting here on Stygeon Prime. It once was an Imperial stronghold before Davon and his team eradicated and annihilated every living Imperial soldier and enforcer; now, it served as a command centre for the Mandalorians. Lok was somehow chosen to represent his adopted father's clan in this council, and he would try to make the right calls and decisions that his dad would approve of. It was very uncommon for a council meeting between the clans since politics was a thing that the Mandos tried to avoid at any cost; however, things couldn't just be settled with the end of a blaster if they were to be a strong and united people.

The topic of the day was a whiphid named Velok, and that was someone that Lok wasn't too familiar of. Though, there were others such as Alor Skirata that knew of this person, but it wasn't important whether the teenager knew of this Velok or not. Right now, everyone was concerned of the events that happened in the Korriban Sector. Truth be told, Lok was friends with the son of an infamous Sith Lady but they weren't going to be a problem for the Mandos..or at least to Lok's mind they weren't.

Anyways, back to topic.

"Alor Skirata, why should we care if we pissed off the Silver Jedi? Since when have we cared and worried if we have a great or bad relationship with the Jedi, hmm?"

 

[Revenchent]

Post #5
People around: [member="Canal"]
BYO

He had to fight the urge to laugh. The answer was so very obvious, but then Corin found it so very ridiculous. He met the man with a smile and reached up to tap his left temple. "My buir is Calico Tal'verda, former alor of the Tal'verda clan, and a number of other titles with little meaning anymore. He and my mother have been off dealing with internal affairs in the inner rim for a few years now."

That was a lie, but it would not do to tell the galaxy that his parents were missing. His mother had always had a tendency toward packing up and going on adventures, but his father was more home bound. His presence had always been a unifying factor in Kurs'taylir, and the city's inhabitants were keenly feeling the lack of it as of late. The fact that Corin was out here searching for the old man was a testament to that.

"Canal." He muttered, his attentions shifting to the Mandalorians around the man. He did not know them, nor their insignias -- courtesy of his clan's isolation in Kurs'taylir and its holdings. He made a mental note to expand his knowledge on rival and allied clans later. "I may have heard of you. My father and his comrades often spoke of their brothers, be they Mando'ade or otherwise. I know some of them did not travel to Manda'yaim with us. You were one of them?"

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Objective: Royal ball
Location: Gala
Allies: [member="Mesh'la Dral"] [member="Marcus Lok"]
Enemies: Assassins
Post: 24/38

Ouch. Someone among the advance team got tasered in the outer perimeter but not where the others are. That is not looking good, she thought. Then again, she couldn't be everywhere at once and she was the close guard of the Queen. In the Force, she could feel that one of the attendees had a taser and was willing to taser other unsuspecting guards. Cathul had to stop the assassin before she could taser more people in a bid to carry out attempts on the Queen's life. But that assassin was the oddball: she wasn't there to make the actual kill, just to distract the guards. Upon getting the Force-signal for that act, she had to step in where others have failed. But, before she actually acted, at least she had to let the other attendees know, even though Cathul knew that the girl that is on the loose tasering others was the closest threat, distance-wise, to the Queen. She was feeling the urge to do something about that threat.

"Now, if you could please excuse me, Your Majesty, there is another assassin closing in on the ballroom"

"Who let the assassin close in like this?"

"He has been... tasered. I will locate who did that" Cathul told, while using Force-speed to run out of the ballroom in search for the assassin.

"Good luck"

 

[Djorn Bline]

Location: Aargonar
Allies: [member="Isley Verd"], [member="Corin Tal'verda"]
Enemies: TBD
Objective: BYOO
Post: 20

The answer to his question was correct, and the young Tal'verda didn't stutter or hesitated on saying the name of his father. Two things came up to the clone's mind. One, he wasn't going to beat up Calico's son just by wearing his armor. The young man rightfully inherited the armor from his father which would be a little bit weird if he didn't. And two, Canal and Corin had a relationship. They had no bond between each other until now, but they were nephew and uncle. They were family by blood, and having a family was something that the Fett clone had been wanting and missing out on. He was happy to see that some part of Cal still existed in this grand universe.

"I'd be pretty surprised if your father didn't mention me to you. I was one of his most trusted and loyal subordinates. And no, I didn't went to Mandalore with the others. After Druckenwell I didn't know what I wanted, so I continued my military career. But I've been noticing that a soldier's life isn't enough to fill me which is why I'm here. Just trying to figure out stuff like destiny, who I am, and stuff like that."

Maybe centering himself with family and close ones would help him with that.

"So I guess you're my nephew, huh?"

He didn't know how to handle situations like this. He just literally met the boy, and he couldn't just go and give him a hug and all that stuff. That'd just make things awkward for both men.

 

[Thorald Magnusson]

"Heh, that's definitely good, I like someone who won't let good liquor go to waste. Yes, I did come from the group from Planet Ordo. It's nice to meet you." He held his wound still wincing soft, it hurt a lot even for someone who's been shot before. He looked at the woman, he had met a lot of people but she seemed very different and very strong. He kept let his had drop holding his hand out.

[member="Arla Balor"]

 

[Kenrath]

Objective: 4 (BYOO)
Location: Downtown Gala
Allies: Corellian Ale
Enemies: Hangovers and party poopers
Posts: 2

Cole looked over to his right shaking his head as a small disturbance began to brew. Some people just could not hold their alcohol. Cole turned back to his drink and the show. No sense in creatign a situation that didn't exist yet. He would wait and see if any punches started getting thrown. Then maybe he would show those drunk morons how it is done.