A Voice from the Past

[Faith Organa]

A request for audience. Faith smiled when she saw the name [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] he had been with her standing here on Alderaan when the Vong forming was still rampant everywhere except for the city of Aldera.

She offered him the leviathan under the palace and any samples of the Vong he wanted. If he would just find a way to get rid of them. that felt like a 100 years ago. She had married since then, and had two children. She couldn't believe so much time had passed.

Still, she sent word to Jaster that of course he should come and allow her to show him what Alderaan was supposed to look like now that all the wild things had been removed.

So much time. Where had he been? What had he been doing?

 

[Jaster Awaud]

The Years had flown since he was first on Alderaan, a mer doctor studying the effects of the One Sith Vong Shaping. His research created many medical cures for refugees and animal victims. Handing off his work to the people who finally cleansed the planet and [member="Faith Organa"], though hard, was the best decision. He couldn't remember if he was still human then or the cybernetic form he was now. Never the less, it reminded him of a life where things were simpler, only his work and his worries. At that time his heart was not corrupted by the greed of Credits or the rush of the buisness life, only what he loved and the help of others.

He walked into the room where the audience would be held, though a formal affair, he was also very happy to see an old friend from days long ago. On his flight in, he was in awe at the reconstruction of the planets surface, completely returned to its original state. At least as he knew it, he only ever saw Holovids and pictures of life before the Vong. Still it was quite beautiful, ground breaking to even think this possible.

He was escorted by two fellow Awaud Clansmen, becoming the new Alor of the Awaud Clan was a big change for the once exiled Mandalorian. Though thanks to the Civil War and the constant raids by Death Watch, the Awaud Clan was a fraction of its old self. This money stream would lift the strain of the Clan and allow breathing room to rebuild the Clan. As he entered the room he saw the still beautiful Organa. She still looked the same as when she first invited the man, now he was in a containment suit to prevent his death. "Organa,", he and the two escorts bowed their head in respect of her new authority, leader of both Alderaan and the Free Worlds Coalition, "It is acturally very wonderful to see you again my friend, it's been too long."

 

[Faith Organa]

[member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"]

"Jaster" She smiled warmly and approached him "My friend you have been ill?" She could not help but notice the containment suit, "Come sit and tell me what has happened." She motioned for them to go near the chairs nearby.

So much had changed and yet so much was the same. There were things to talk about to catch up and maybe there were things she could offer an old friend that would help Alderaan and the Coalition but that talk was for later.

She wanted to know what had happen to him and was it the reason he had been gone for so long.

 

[Jaster Awaud]

The older man looked at [member="Faith Organa"] with a little confusion, then he realized he was looking at her through a metal helmet. It had been so long since this suit was strapped to him. Had to of been a few years by now, he had grown accustomed to it. Many would have forgotten the man was Mandalorian with his manners and personality, so the armor felt more like home then anything else he could wear. He chuckled a little as the women has concern in her voice.

"No need to worry," he tapped on the armor with his fist and took a seat next to her, "Exploring the Unknown Region for new Hyperlanes is dangerous for a reason, caught something that if I take the armor off, it's very painful, I've gotten use to the armor though, I'm Mandalorian after all." He put his hands on his hip like he was a super hero, jokingly of course.

"Besides the armor I've had one adventure after the next, Viceroy of a Trade Union, Governed a planet, Lead an Army, was a First Order Vassel, Traiter, and currently the Leader of my Clan, so it's been fun mostly."

Looking back on his life, it was stressful and crazy in the moment, but none of them were bad memories. He lived through those events to be the better leader his people needed him to be. Clan Awaud would survive because of those challenges, but that would be a discussion for later. It was wonderful to see her after so long so he would enjoy the time he had.

 

[Faith Organa]

She nodded and laughed at his super hero stance "We are certainly more than our armor" She was married to a Mandalorian, her children followed some of the rensolare and they could speak the language. But the new Mand'alor had made it clear how he felt about force using mandalorians and so her Aunt's Clan and her husband's clans were now either settled into Coalition space or wandering like nomads again.

"Should I have my Aunt look at you, she's a wonderful healer." Her Aunt Rianna was a great healer and Faith believed she could do anything so perhaps she could heal Jaster too. "You caught something out exploring. That's terrible."

She leaned back in her chair looking at Jaster, "Are you in need of work [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"]?" She as always willing to help a friend.

 

[Jaster Awaud]

It was very kind of [member="Faith Organa"] to offer, "It's fine, the disease is of unknown origins and contact with the air makes the virus eat at my skin, the armor pumps Bacta into the effected areas and injects me to prevent me from feeling the pain," saying it out loud made it sound sad, but in truth it was kind of a blessing. This near death experience showed him that he needed to fulfill his calling and take responsibility. Living in his armor as well, it was a truely interesting experience. It was always the small details he missed though, the air, feeling his Daughters hair, listening to his two Force Sensitive children battle it out as to who was the better fighter. It allowed him to keep remembering what was important to him. Everything was filtered now, taste, sounds, touch, even seeing was through his HUB, but he did not let it diminish his abilities. "Exploring is a young mans game now, wouldn't trade it for the world."

Jaster knew she couldn't hold back her intelligence, she was always one to mix buisness with pleasure, "In truth, my family and other Mandalorian Clan currently live on a Nomadic Flotilla wondering the Galaxy, the company I created to support this growing fleet has Shipyards in Anaxes, Gyndine, and Kashyyk, I've come here to ask permission and permits to transport these ships through your space, unarmed of course, any warship will be finished in the Flotilla or on Kashyyk."

It was true, though his family was neutral during the Civil War, it was nearly impossible for them not to get involved. His father and Alor Grandfather was killed in the Seige of Mandalore, and his brother was killed for protecting Force Sensitive Mandalorians. Only he and his brothers family were all that was left of Clan Awaud. After taking up the title of Alor, he meet up with other clans and declared themselves neutral and recognized the Mand'alor as Ra, though they did not stand with him. He even sheltered many Force Using Mandalorians who did not wish to join an Order but be Mandalorian.

 

[Faith Organa]

Well now did she have an issue with his request. She didn't know exactly where he stood.

"My Uncle Ordo was killed during the war. Most of Clan Ordo that remains is here on Alderaan some elected to take the nomads life again." She thought about her own children force sensitive and yet uncertain if they should claim their mandalorian heritage.

Her face changed softening then when something struck her painfully she looked to the floor, "Jaster what's it like on Mandalore now?" She had to know it was difficult not to. Even though she had only been there a few times so much of her family was affected by the events she just had to ask.

She had been afraid to send any of her intelligence gatherers into the part of the galaxy.

[member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"]

 

[Jaster Awaud]

To hear that she was a member of the Ordo Clan was somewhat interesting. His going underground to avoid FO Agents in his abandonment of his governing had little information getting to him. He did hear of such a union while exploring the Unknown Region, but was unable to really get information after the First Order invaded his planet and he was forced to bend the knee to protect his people. Clan Ordo was a very influental with the Old Mandalorian Clans Unification. To think that Ra had pursecuted them so easily really up him on the back foot, Clan Awaud was nothing compared to the Ordo and he refused to send the call and remained Neutral. He would really need to put his plans in motion if they were to survive this ordeal he planned.

It was such a weird question for [member="Faith Organa"] to ask him. He never though about the planet of his youth. He thought of the planet if his youth, though ravaged with death after the Plague that destroyed the galactic civilization. The planet was alive more then it had been in a very long time. He wanted to make that a place home for his Clan and the families who had force sensitive relatives that relied on him to lead them to protection. "A interesting question deserved a good answer, let me think," He sat back and placed his armored hand and rubbed the bottom of his helmet. In the few seconds it took, he then nodded his head and put his hands on his lap where he sat. "The planet last time I visited was in shambles and the years of peace and protection that made the planet the beauty that it was burnt as the planet exited the Civil War, and Mand'alor Ra stood atop with his Death Watch Guard atop the ash of a now dead planet."


He thought of what it meant to be Mandalorian, some had lost the way but he was trained in the old ways by his grandfather "To be Mandalorian is to have honor in the fight for without honor we are just murderers, your family for they are who make us Mandalorian, and your enemy for he has the courage to stand what he believes in, though we live in the fight, we find more pride in our families as well as our culture, and that is what separates a True Mandalorian over a common criminal with a T-Visor." He paused as he only thought of the planet now, "Somehow, many forgot that and became engolfed by the greed of the raid and now live for the Fight rather then for the Honor."

 

[Faith Organa]

[member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"]

"We shall never forget who we are, or what we are. My children have a mandalorian heritage their father [member="Draco Vereen"] once served Ra. Long ago." She was sad to hear all of this the rumors were true.

She looked at the floor thinking about her family her Aunt Rianna who kept to herself, her cousins Maeve and D'ral hiding somewhere. Her children. "Jaster as long as when your group passes through there is no fighting, no raiding associated with you or your clan . You have my permission as Queen of Alderaan and Head of the Coalition to move through Coalition space."

Her Uncle had been a wonderful man he had helped her and kept her when she surrendered to Ember. They were all gone now and she felt it. She felt the loss of family and friends to her core. Jaster's words helped her frame of mind. A heavy sigh escaped her.

"I would hate to have war come to our borders. I'd hate it more if it were mandalorians coming."

 

[Jaster Awaud]

His thought were broken from the voice of [member="Faith Organa"], for a second his darkness was lifted with just her presence. He smiled from behind the helmet, she had grown quite a lot since the last time he was with her. Things must have changed quite a bit since his last time being around. After all, she was the queen of a planet and the symbolic leader of this nation he was in. While he had his visit to the planet, the idea of war or conflict was a far off idea that had yet to touch this area of the galaxy. After his long years in conflict and war, it was a weird feeling to even have that idea cross his mind. After all, he was on the run, hiding from many aspects that wish to see war and watch the galaxy burn under their thumb. He only wanted peace and quite for his family and to protect the last vestige of hope for a carriers of the future. He looked to the queen, deep into her eyes and piecing her soul with his bright glowing red eyes the resonated from his helmet.

"The Awaud Clan had always been a neutral clan and we will not change that mindset for as long as I and my heir live," He stood up and as a sign of respect he place his right hand into a fist and over his chest, bowing his head. "As Alor of the Awaud Clan and leader of the True Mandalorian People, I swear we will not allow any ill will in your space, and those who do will be handed over to your government."

 

[Faith Organa]

[member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"]

Faith stood up, "If any break this bond that we have put forth here today Alor of Clan Awaud, you will bring them to me, but you shall deliver their punishment." She knew that if someone did break the bond if someone broke the oath that Jaster pledged here today the he as their leader would be responsible to punish them.

She wanted to try and honor the traditions.

They were Vod they were mandalorians.

Even if she was the Alderaan Queen and led a life that only reflected Alderaan to the galaxy. Her family would be well represented to those of the mando'ade who still thought to call her sister.

"Anything else I can do?" She smiled.