Junction Allegiances - Empire/Enclave Junction

[Tae'l Vizsla]

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// TAYL VIZSLA // KARJR //
// LOCATION //: UES Requiem
// OBJECTIVE //: ON STANDBY...

// ALLIES | ENCLAVE //
Venari Krayt //
Vemric Keldra //
Minerva Fhirdiad //
VIPER TEAM // (9\9)
// ENEMIES | TBA | ( Ruaridh Aodh )
// ENGAGED: TBA |

BACK FOR BESKAR​

EQUIPMENT: (In bio)
DC-15L Particle Rifle​

"Holy chit, dude..." Tayl's knife stopped abruptly, pinched in her fingers while she thought over M-O-T-H-E-R's little plan. She was just staring at the little hologram from behind the visor. She knew the AI was good at their job, but she had never known just how viscous that little program could be. "We'd have to get you to the bridge or... something. I doubt they'd let you access the entire ship from a coffee maker"

"I dunno? They're dumb enough to show their faces here, after all..." The young Death Watch medic chimed in from the back of the group, eyes still locked to onto the various equipment he was checking. triple checking, technically.

"Hehhh..." Tayl just chuckled. Poor guy was in a mood of sorts, but then again he always was. Had been since they met years ago.

Then Minerva Fhirdiad entered the room, and everything sort of fell silent for a moment.

The Imps may act like it's a betrayal but we never agreed to any official alliance with them and you're right this much force they brought for a diplomatic mission while we're still dealing with our issues is too suspicious. Feels more like a threat or some kind of diversion instead."

"Oh I forgot to introduce myself, I'm Minerva Fhirdiad. What are your names, fellow warriors?”

"Tayl. Clan Vizsla" She said in her usual neutral tone, performing a little salute gesture with her knife.
The rest of Viper team was quiet as usual, most going back to cleaning weapons. They weren't exactly Enclave, Each member still bearing the sky blue colors and white jagged emblem of the Death Watch Crusade.

All but one.
"Eqhu, Clan Rook. House Vizsla"
The old rally master, clad in his crimson armor, nodded politely to their guest, prompting a few others to either announce themselves or to wave in response.
Including the young medic, who shyly waved at Minerva with an awkward smile on his face.


"The shy one is 'Stitches'. rest of these louts are Viper Team. Including little Viper, up there" He gestured to Tayl.

"Hey, I'm not so little anymore... When do I get a cool nickname, Redsun?"

"I've still got you by a few inches though. Makes you the little viper of the two"
He just chuckled while Tayl crossed her arms. They may have been bound by oaths now, But that didn't mean her old mentor would ever stop teasing the childish Twi'lek.

So she just shook her head, waved him off, and then slid down the pod. Her spurs clattered and jingled as she hit the floor, seemingly having just a little more weight to the impact than someone her size should. Could be gear, could be cybernetics, who knows.

She approached Minerva, twirling her knife back into it's sheath so she could resume friendly talks with her Vode.
"You said something about a diversion, right? Makes me wonder what's happening on the ground. Maybe they're deploying Imperial Commandos or something, But I wouldn't worry about it"

A glance was given to Venari and the AI from over her shoulder, a sort of silent reassurance before she turned back to Minerva
"My first kill was one of theirs's. Back when they called themselves the 'New Imperial Order'. Bare handed, crushed his windpipe with the gauntlet" She pats her left vambrace a bit. The paint was worn there, little specks of chrome beskar visible beneath the dusty white. Perhaps she had done this more than once since that day.

"I don't mean to gloat? I just think imperials don't have the drive that we do. They got guts, sure, But we're survivors"

That was when she turned to the others, shrugging and gesturing around the hanger
"How many homeworlds have been taken from us? The sith reduced Mandalore to ash until there was nothing left to fight for. The Undead overran Roon. And now these bastards want to fool around on Kestri?!"

Her voice had raised. Just a little. That little chip always made her look so confident from the outside looking in. But if her voice could be heard by all ten of her squamates? That meant internally she was screaming. Livid.
"If I'm going to fight for my home, Again, I want to be backed by survivors. I'm pretty kriffing confident that we'll clean this chit up in no time..."

She nudged Redsun in the shoulder on her way past, leaning up against the boarding pod to play with her knives again. The single edgiest little nervous tick he'd ever seen anyone develop, but it wasn't like he could complain when she was sharpening a beskad...

"Hmh" So he just chuckled under his breath, and then looked up at Minerva
"Yeah. Welcome to viper team, Vod"

 

[Leandra Brax]

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Post Count: Two
Tags:
Allies: Aisling Dvale Ignacious Korvan
Potential Enemies: Many

Spoiler: Harkenfang

NIV Harkenfang: 100%/100%

“It would seem that the numbers are against us here.” The words Leandra spoke carried no emotion in them, and the communication officer glanced up over his shoulder warily as his Captain looked at the information passing through the Imperial channels. The other senior officers on the bridge of the Harkenfang stood nearby, talking quietly to each other as Leandra straightened back up, her hands automatically drifting down to tug her naval uniform jacket back into its precise, wrinkle free position. Like many naval officers, such an action was muscle memory to Leandra at this point, and she found herself doing it without conscious thought.

“Send word to the frigate on our starboard side, instruct them to move into a parallel position beneath us and slightly forward of our main hangar. Should things get difficult, I want them to be able to provide cover while we scramble our fighters.” Her orders were quickly relayed to the nearby frigate, and Leandra turned to glance at her officers. “If any of you say you have a bad feeling about this, I will personally see to it that you are reassigned to the nearest garbage tug. Back to your stations, and await further orders.” The officers nodded their heads and departed, some issuing their own orders to their divisions across the bridge.

Leandra stepped away from the communication station, heading towards the front of the bridge. She folded her hands behind her back, hazel eyes scanning the star field beyond the viewport of the Harkenfang, taking in the shapes and distribution of the Enclaves forces. The fact she could see details of the enemy fleet through the viewport was a troubling matter. The need to escort, deploy and potentially protect the delegates meant that the Imperial fleet had to remain close to the planet it orbited, but that also kept them in close with the Mandalorian fleets. At such range, boarding actions, something that the marital driven Mandalorian culture emphasized was all too easy a possibility for them. If Leandra had been in charge of this meeting, it would have been held at a space station in neutral space. Both fleets would remain at the edge of the system, and only unarmed transports would be allowed to approach the meeting point. It would limit the risks to both sides, and discourage accidents from leading to open conflict.

But she was not in charge, she had to remind herself. The Triumvirate had ordered this mission to be conducted after being invited here. The most powerful figures in the Empire going with an under strength task force to the capital world of a nation that so recently fought against them. It made little sense to Leandra, and seemed borderline suicidal. A frown crossed her face for the briefest moment before she still her face. She would not show how she was feeling, not now.

The Triumvirates actions made no sense here…

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[Juno Wren]

Kestri - Tor Valum
Sector 2 - The Ravine
"Warden Quarters"

Allies: Gwyneira Vizsla | Grendel Krayt | Todblaz Graker | Shai Maji
Enemies: Koda Fett | Kav Canthar | Katja Javik | Aoki-Barran Mira
Scissoring: Lily Stevens

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It had been a while since Juno had last seen the vaunted halls of the Kom'rk. Not since she'd passed through the academy, honing the tricks of her trade through drills and live action against the remnants of the Vong that dwelt in the dungeons beneath the Worldship Crater. It was humbling to return, even after her exploits-- especially after her exploits-- and think of all the Mandalorians who had walked its halls, from Karjr to Y'hivra to even the Si'kahya themselves. She was still young, her star still rising-- and the Si'kahya had taken notice. There were a few spots open on a couple squads; a spot was hers, if she could pass their test.

So there she stood, idling in the foyer of the Kom'rk, reminiscing on the past and ruminating on the future, contemplating which direction hers might go. Which direction she wanted it to go.

Elsewhere on the planet, the Mandalorian council was meeting with delegates from the Empire for a political summit. Politics, the young hunter thought. What a joke. She hoped she never had to deal with it. Ever. Her political science classes at Antos Academy had been horrific enough.

The receptionist, if she could be called that, was a young strip of a girl, almost as tall as Juno, clad in a crisp dark red uniform. "Think the Empire might try anything during the summit? My pa say's they aren't to be trusted."

"Your pa sounds like a smart man," Juno returned. She thumbed the catches of her holsters, adjusted her Double-E that hung from a strap over her shoulder. I need to grab more thermals and cryobans while I'm here. "I certainly wouldn't put it past them." After all, they were all but at war with their supposed allies.

But that wasn't her problem. She was a soldier, not a politician, a soldier faced with a pretty important choice. Maybe a drink would help her decide her next step. Something light-- she didn't much care for spirits. The young hunter turned, stepped out from the Citadel--

And glimpsed armor she'd only seen before in academy lessons. What are the odds? Suspicion and curiosity warred, and in the end, both won out.

"Interesting beskar'gam you got there," she called out to the approaching figure.

 

[Alora Vizsla]

Anything?

The Empire has brought a fleet with them.

Oh, that's nice. You know what happened the last time someone invited their own fleet into allied space without an invitation? Alora hadn't been there personally, but she knew enough of where the Enclave came from. I hope they don't plan on playing the totally-not-shooting-first game this time.

No weapon locks yet. Early to begin warning them off under the circumstances.

Alora leaned back against a pillar of the Citadel as she idly twirled a disruptor pistol on her forefinger. Yet. No one brought a fleet to a negotiation unless you expected things to go very wrong in Alora's estimation. Her and Gam having slipped into and out of countless war zones, the Si'kayha Tech-head found the whole thing reeked. Get in close. Keep an eye on them. Don't contact our ships unless you see signs the Imperials plan on launching some death ray or whatever people get hard-ons for these days. If there was a superweapon in play, Gambit would find it. 'Course, Gam would keep an ear open if the Enclave needed their services too.

Another signal pinged in Alora's ear then. The HUD inside her helmet shifted to show Shai outside of her gambling haunt approaching some armored-up figures on a vector toward the Citadel. What was going on there?

Of course, Alora was keeping an eye on Shai. Even after what happened, Alora hadn't walked away or anything. Though seemed the two of them hadn't managed to cross paths. Just didn't seem right to bust in on Shai's life like that. Didn't mean Alora wouldn't intervene if someone tried arresting her though. If the Enclave thought they had Alora and Gambit's services because they liked beskar and hailed from Mandalore, they had a rude awakening coming. They could just as easily ramp up their smuggling of goods and information again -- after all, they hadn't exactly given up the trade. A girl had needs -- cutting edge cybernetics were expensive. Plus there were always new toys to add to Gam.

Her fingers locked in about the grip of the disruptor as its spin came to a sudden halt. Alora turned her helm in the direction of Shai and her new friends, curious what would happen.

POYO! Shai Maji | Katja Javik | Zorah Fel
POYO Gwyneira Vizsla | Juno Wren | Grendel Krayt | Todblaz Graker
POYO Koda Fett | Hal Vaiken | Kav Canthar | Lily Stevens​

 

[Ignacious Korvan]

Grand Moff Korvan

Spoiler: 43rd Imperial Fleet - Battlegroup Vengeance - Escort Detachment

• (1) Legate-class Battlecruiser (Flagship - 5000m)
  • NIV Ave Imperator
    • Shields: 100%
    • Armor: 100%
    • Power: 100%
    • Subsystems: 100%
• (1) Pellaeon IV-class Star Destroyers (Battleline - 2000m)
  • NIV Niruaun
    • Shields: 100%
    • Armor: 100%
    • Power: 100%
    • Subsystems: 100%
• (1) Endurance-class Fleet Carriers (Auxilliary Support - 1,040m)
  • NIV Dauntless
    • Shields: 100%
    • Armor: 100%
    • Power: 100%
    • Subsystems: 100%
• (2) Tirailleur-class Artillery Frigates (Ranged Support - 1000m)
  • NIV Tiberia
    • Shields: 100%
    • Armor: 100%
    • Power: 100%
    • Subsystems: 100%

Objective: III - Standoff
Location: In Orbit - Tor Valum
Tags:

THE EMPIRE: Leandra Brax | Aisling Dvale | Velran Kilran Open (Any Imperial dignitaries may accompany Korvan on his shuttle)

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THE ENCLAVE: | Vemric Keldra | Verin Oldo | Balt Vizsla | Tae'l Vizsla | Venari Krayt | Zlova Rue | Minerva Fhirdiad | Tiber Open

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As the Mandalorian fleet arrayed itself in a defensive posture in orbit over Tor Valum, Rear Admiral Feros analyzed their formation from his tactical display. The seasoned naval officer was hard to read, for his expression was hard as iron. He had seen too many combat situations to be rattled by the presence of a defense fleet - even one as powerful and well fitted as the Enclave’s. That said, he was not here to fight; nor were the ships accompanying the Grand Admiral’s flagship. “Open an unsecured comm frequency to the rest of the fleet.”

“Unsecured... sir?” The comms officer replied, obvious confusion in his voice.

“Unsecured.” Feros responded firmly. “All ships in the system should be able to hear this. Transmit only and kill the frequency. Any further communications shall be secured if necessary.”

Despite the momentary breach in decorum, the comms officer complied with the order without hesitation. A hailing ping would reach out to all vessels - Imperial and Enclave alike. The Rear Admiral would pause, as if considering his words, then began: “To all Imperial Vessels, this is Rear Admiral Paulon Feros of the NIV Ave Imperator. Maintain a state of readiness, but hold your fire. Any breach of these orders, unless directly given by myself, shall be dealt with harshly. This is the Enclave’s System, and we shall respect their sovereignty as much as possible. Engage in defensive measures only. Over and out.”

The comm frequency was cut shortly after the conclusion of the message. The bridge remained silent, as if an unspoken tension began to prevail. Despite the Rear Admiral’s words, it would seem that even the crewmen within the flagship herself were not convinced that this meeting would transpire without incident. Ilum had thrown so many things into question, that nothing was certain. “Carry on with your duties.” Feros finally said, which spurred the bridge crew onward to perform the routine duties of maintaining their position in orbit.

The Rear Admiral directed his gaze at the communications officer once again. “Now, establish a secured comm frequency between all ships within the fleet - battle encryption level.” He turned to the tactical officer and continued: “Prepare the hangar bay for an emergency extraction of our diplomatic team.”

What was the saying? Hope for the best... but prepare for the worst.

Objective: I - Honor Bound
Location: Diplomatic Landing Pad - Tor Valum
Tags:

THE EMPIRE: Kanollic II Vethres | Marcus Bastion | DECEASED Erskine Barran | Open (Any Imperial dignitaries may accompany Korvan on his shuttle)

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THE ENCLAVE: Runi Kuryida | Romul Saxon | Braxton Holst Open

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"Thank you for the opportunity to represent the Empire."

“Of course.” Ignacious replied evenly, his expression rather neutral as the Moff of Yavin IV expressed his gratitude. In truth, the Grand Moff didn’t really know how to take him, for the shuttle ride was the first time the two men really had to be relatively alone. He couldn’t quite place it, but he seemed somewhat... anxious? Certainly not, for Ignacious knew enough about the Moff to know that he was affiliated with the ISB. One did not become so well connected by being nervous in situations like these. Or perhaps... it was Korvan’s presence in and of itself?

He wasn’t sure what to think of that either, but was content to keep silent as the shuttle ride continued on and they landed without incident as mentioned earlier. After the Grand Moff made his exit of the shuttle, followed by his security forces and personal retinue, along with Moff Bastion and whomever else accompanied him; he proceeded down the pathway to the waiting form of Runi Kuryida. The only change in his expression was that of an almost imperceptibly arched eyebrow. The woman before him hardly appeared to be someone who owned a comb - much less a person of any importance.

But experience would take over, and Korvan would remain silent as she made her introduction.

"Welcome to Tor Valum,"

"I am Speaker Runi Kuryida of the Mandokarla. If all delegates are accounted for, I shall guide you to the location of the summit. The Mandokarla is honored to ensure your safe arrival to the proceedings."

'Ah...' He thought to himself. It would appear this moment was among those many others where appearances were in fact deceiving.

"Indeed..." The Grand Moff remarked dryly. "We are naturally... honored to be invited thence. I am Ignacious Korvan, Grand Moff and Grand Admiral commanding of the Imperial 2nd Sector Fleet." He would gesture to the side. "This is my colleague, Moff Marcus Bastion of Yavin IV." After initial introductions were done, Korvan would nod and motion toward the path. "We may proceed."

His words were more statement than request, but there was no disrespect within them - merely the casual air of a man who had ‘been there and done that’ when it came to formalities preceding state business. The squad of Death Mask troopers composing his personal bodyguard squad for the day fell in line on either side of the retinue, within the shroud formed by their Mandalorian escorts. They moved as silent sentinels, their black-hued visors scanning the surroundings of Tor Valum with the guarded and dangerous air of seasoned veterans expecting a threat to arise from anywhere.

Yet, their journey would proceed on uneventfully, with Korvan keeping his own confidence as he spared a few stray glances upon the scenery of the mountain city. Soon enough, the retinue would be guided into the meeting chambers, wherein another unexpected sight would greet them. What appeared to be a human male milled abou within the chambers, adorned with a neatly pressed suit and an overcoat.

”Ah, good day!”

The Grand Moff’s expression remained impassive, but otherwise silent as the man proceeded on to introduce himself.

”I hope you all had a pleasant journey?”

”While we wait for the ol’ Warmaster to arrive, allow me to introduce myself. I am Braxton Holst, representative of the non-mandalorian people of the Enclave. I see you all have already met shaman Runi Kuryida. Though, I am curious, will the Lord-Regent be joining us with this meeting?”

"I can only assume you are referring to His Excellency, Erskine Barran. His title is Lord Regent." Korvan responded coldly; so coldly in fact, that one could probably chill their libation from his sheer demeanor. His eyes locked with Braxton’s before continuing: "I am Grand Moff Ignacious Korvan; Grand Admiral of the Imperial 2nd Sector Fleet, and among the senior advisors to the Triumvirate. This is my colleague, Moff Marcus Bastion, who is acting in a similar advisory capacity today."

Ignacious would hold the man’s gaze a few moments longer before deigning to answer the second half of his question: “His Excellency will be joining us momentarily. We have been instructed to continue on without him and await his arrival forthwith.” It would seem, despite the fact this territory did not in fact belong to him, that Korvan carried himself bespeaking the confidence of a man to the contrary. He appraised Braxton for a few more moments, before softening his demeanor as he asked: “I must admit, Mr. Holst; You are not what I expected upon our arrival.”

Korvan’s words appeared to hesitate, if only briefly, upon the words ‘Mr. Holst’; but they served as little hindrance. “I assumed the Enclave ruled by fiat as opposed to actual ‘non-Mandalorian’ representatives. I... recognize the name though. Would I know you from somewhere else?”

 

[Minerva Fhirdiad]

Onboard the UES Requirem​

Objective: Prepare and stay alert

Tag: Tae'l Vizsla Vemric Keldra Zlova Rue Tiber Verin Oldo

Definitely an interesting bunch Minerva concluded to herself. Their armor was unfamiliar to her but markings were not! Death Watch…an old name, a very hated name or an admired one depending on which Mandalorian you ask. Of course she hadn't had the chance to really interact with any Death Watch members or former ones for that matter until now apparently. Titling her helmet in examination she so far noted this bunch appeared proud and itching for combat like any true Mandalorian would.

The fact that this team is here to fight alongside their vode if bloodshed erupts does speaks well of them too. She nodded to each member of the team when introduced, starting to like them already. A grin escaped her at the banter between Eqhu and Tayl. Turning to Venari she smiled under the helm relating to the fellow founding in wanting to protect those who took them in.

"Clan Krayt huh?" A short chuckle followed and she went on. "Talk about a small galaxy I fought alongside some of your kin at Ilum. We stormed the Imps' superweapon ship together before escaping. Your clan is wild and it was an honor to be in their company. "

At Tayl's approach Mineva crossed her arms over the chest, considering the Twi'lek's theory. But further ponderings were interrupted as her fellow Mandalorian spoke of her bloodsoaked past with the Imperials.

I'm well aware of their tenacity by now and their love for overwhelming firepower too.

As soon as Tayl finished, Minerva stood there quietly, taking it all in. Looking out at the hanger she couldn't help but wonder again why the Enclave leadership would let Imperial forces come here of all places. Perhaps they thought it would be a sign of good faith or something but that didn't make Minerva feel any better.

Despite the fact the Empire's escort fleet is supposed to protect their dignitaries for the summit but their very presence in orbit within enough range to bombard Tor Valum boiled her blood. Before she knew it Minerva found herself squeezing both fists before calming down, suppressing a sigh.

At the rally master's welcome comment, another chuckle escaped her.

"Thanks I appreciate it heh."

Deciding to take a seat at the table with the crusaders, Minerva removed her helmet, allowing her features to be seen. Rubbing the left side of her short hair she remarked.

”No matter how this mess will play out I'm going to drink down some Kri'gee the first chance I get."

 

[Adera Vellas]

Location: Tor Valum
Tag: Kanollic II Vethres Ignacious Korvan Runi Kuryida Marcus Bastion Braxton Holst

The Lambda-class shuttle bearing the Grand Moff, (potentially other imperial dignitaries) and his security retinue touched down on the landing pad designated to them by Enclave airspace control.

Moff Adera Vellas maintained pace with the Grand Moff's entourage. The trip here had been tense: it was a motley collection of imperial dignitaries, differing (or even clashing) perspectives forced to share space. Adera had partly volunteered to get her name out there, and partly chosen From Above for her time in the Diplomatic Service. There was also the possibility her enemies wanted a scapegoat in case things went sour.

Right. Things. The ill-advised excursion to Ilum had not only threatened a full war with the Galaxy's other superpower of relevance, it has also soured relations with one of the Empire's allies. The Triumvirate was wont to flex the Empire's Durasteel muscles, but even they knew they could not afford a breakdown of relations with the Enclave.

She chanced a quick glance at her own escorts while she pulled her cloak tighter around her to keep the wind out. Two stormtroopers with the markings of the Tamaisy Infantry Regiment, and two aides. Feven Dorvales, her administrative right hand and negotiator, and Lankert Ovarn, her iron left hand clad in velvet, nominally a diplomat, representative and government busybody, but in reality one of her most reliable assassins.

"Can't we go somewhere nice for a change? Like, I don't know, home?" Lankert muttered through the high collar he wrapped around his face.

Feven looked up from his datapad, head on a swivel, taking in the surroundings. Adera saw him focussed on the Mandalorian Speaker waiting for them.

"Coming to the heart of their territory signals willingness to open communications, if we are to reach an agreement here."

"I know, I know. But couldn't we meet somewhere nice in their turf like, I don't know Scarif? Oh right, they bungled that too."

The pair shut up as Adera's group approached the main delegation, where Moff Marcus Bastion was already speaking to Korvan.

"Grand Moff Korvan" Marcus acknowledged his superior with a formal bow "Thank you for the opportunity to represent the Empire."

Adera simply gave a thankful bow of the head at Korvan. Both knew they did not see eye to eye, so all the better if she did not speak and make things worse. Korvan had been magnanimous to offer her a place with the delegation, and the least she could do was play nice.

"Welcome to Tor Valum," Runi prefaced a brief rundown or salutation of rank or positions. "I am Speaker Runi Kuryida of the Mandokarla. If all delegates are accounted for, I shall guide you to the location of the summit. The Mandokarla is honored to ensure your safe arrival to the proceedings."

"Indeed..." The Grand Moff remarked dryly. "We are naturally... honored to be invited thence. I am Ignacious Korvan, Grand Moff and Grand Admiral commanding of the Imperial 2nd Sector Fleet." He would gesture to the side. "This is my colleague, Moff Marcus Bastion of Yavin IV." After initial introductions were done, Korvan would nod and motion toward the path. "We may proceed."

The group continued the journey in silence, ushered into the building where the meeting would take place. Adera gave her aides a look meant to tell them to pipe down while things were underway. One nodded and the other shrugged.

”While we wait for the ol’ Warmaster to arrive, allow me to introduce myself. I am Braxton Holst, representative of the non-mandalorian people of the Enclave. I see you all have already met shaman Runi Kuryida. Though, I am curious, will the Lord-Regent be joining us with this meeting?”

“His Excellency will be joining us momentarily. We have been instructed to continue on without him and await his arrival forthwith.”

Cold as ever. Adera wondered how much Korvan would press the point of seeking suitable... "returns" for the wounding of the Lord-Regent.

 

[Velran Kilran]

Spoiler: EGGHEAD FLEET

• LEAD SHIP: The Eggman: Legate Class Battlecruiser
  • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • Eye of Prophet: New Imperial -I Class Star Destroyer
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • Team Chaotix: New Imperial -I Class Star Destroyer
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • Nevermore: Donnager-Class Star Destroyer
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • Jungle Japes: Donnager-Class Star Destroyer
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • Tranquility: Donnager-Class Star Destroyer
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • Ace of Spades: Onager II-class Star Destroyer
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • Arthas: Onager II-class Star Destroyer
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • Helljumper: Onager II-class Star Destroyer
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • High Ground: Onager II-class Star Destroyer
    • Shields 60% | Armor 74% | Power 85% | Subsystems 100%
  • Cannibal: The Tirailleur-Class Frigate
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • Dredge: The Tirailleur-Class Frigate
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • Blight: The Tirailleur-Class Frigate
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • Executioner: The Tirailleur-Class Frigate
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • Deathslinger: The Tirailleur-Class Frigate
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • The Shape: The Tirailleur-Class Frigate
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • Knuckles: Gurkha-Class Corvette
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • Lamentation: Gurkha-Class Corvette
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • Chimaera: Gurkha-Class Corvette
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • Tyrant: Gurkha-Class Corvette
    • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
  • STARFIGHTER COMPOSITION
    • 10 Squadrons of TIE/OTx Outlanders
    • 10 Squadrons of TIE/INx Interceptor
    • 7 Squadrons of TIE/HB Bruiser

"Ladies and gentlemen of the 300th Egghead Fleet!" Velran stood in front of the Holoprojector. The displays of all of his Admirals, Captains, and Commanders appeared. "One time, we were allies with the Mandalorian Enclave! We ate with them! Celebrated with them! But now they have turned their backs on us!"

Velran slammed his fists on the Holoprojector. "They have betrayed us!" Velran said. "They didn't keep their promise, they tricked us and you know what? I don't care anymore! There's nothing worse than a traitor especially those whose culture is predicated through monetary gain! What you see here are Mandalorians in defiance in front us! They spit in our faces and even though you really can't smell stuff in space I can still smell their stink of betrayal from them!"

He snarled at the Mandalorian front line placing his hands behind his back. "Let's show them what happens when betray the Empire!" Velran said. "But FIRST! Let us wait for the negotiations to finish! I'm sure there will be fighting!"

Vemric Keldra, Verin Oldo , Leandra Brax , Ignacious Korvan

 

[Thonn Rokkal]

Allies: Enclave: Alora Vizsla Shai Maji Gwyneira Vizsla Grendel Krayt Juno Wren Todblaz Graker
Enemies: Empire
Engaging: Open

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Thonn was clad in full beskar'gam, and his MS-01 rotary cannon was fully loaded. He had another drum too, attached to his back while he carried his cannon at the ready in his hands. There wasn't any combat, but Thonn would be ready if there was. He was explicitly present based on the possibility of combat, he didn't need to be sure. He didn't have much trust that the Empire wouldn't pull something, not that he had any inkling what they might do, or why they might do it. Again, that sorta stuff was irrelevant. If there was a fight going down on Tor Valum and he wasn't there for it, Thonn would be absolutely kriffed.

Instead, guard duty left him bored out of his mind. At least this was a one day deal, the promise of a potential firefight was the only motivation keeping him around. Fighting stuff was fun, but waiting sure wasn't. He'd been walking around the perimeter of the research facility for a while now, and hadn't seen sign of anyone other than his fellow vode. Thonn didn't expect it to be obvious, but not knowing what to look for meant he'd no idea what to expect. He didn't need to, odds were his rotary cannon could handle whatever trouble he did come across.

If he'd come across it. Not knowing what you're looking for makes finding it rather difficult. More likely he'd just had to wait for someone to report contact with some sort of malicious party that was doing something, with hope he could arrive in time to support with blaster cannon fire. Thonn slowed to a stop at the street corner of the medical research building to give his surroundings another good look. Nope, nothing strange. He sure wasn't going to find anything looking for it out in the open, but he didn't want to stray indoors in case someone else did, and he couldn't respond. That'd be a kriffing waste of hours of his time. It would be one thing if there was no trouble, that'd be boring, but good. If there was and he missed it, that would be terrible.

The best outcome would be if there was and he got to shoot it. And that they failed at whatever their aims were, that was pretty important too, really. That was the reason he was guarding stuff in the first place, but counter-espionage wasn't his specialty. He was a heavy gunner. The only counter to espionage Thonn knew of was his heavy gun.

All he was missing was the spy. Others continued to patrol and Thonn continued along the street, long tired of the monotony of patrolling it.

Man, guard duty sucked.

 

[Kav Canthar]

R A N C O R
THE EMPIRE
KESTRI | TOR VALUM
ALLIES: Katja Javik | Lily Stevens | SCAR + EMPIRE
ENEMIES: Shai Maji
ENGAGING: Shai Maji + OPEN
GEAR: Sons of Mandalore Beskar'gam | Z-6 Rotary Blaster Cannon | TL-50 Heavy Repeater
C-10 Heavy Blaster Pistol | Phase-Knife | Grenade loadout

Rancor had to admit, the Mandalorian armor wasn't too bad.

It was heavier than the Commando Armor the heavy usually wore, probably because the beskar'gam wasn't powered with joint articulation and power cells, but it felt good. Of course, being a Ragithian, Rancor had absolutely no problem moving around in the thicker plated armor, and even had the vague notion to consider adapting some of the plates into his usual armor. But, it all depended if the quartermaster allowed that kind of chopping and changing, he supposed.

He liked the T-shaped visor, too.

He could see better.

When the query came in from Reaper, the heavy activated his helmet comlink:

<<"Rancor here: So far so good,">> He said, using the internal speaking function. No one else would hear unless on the com-line. <<"We're moving toward the objective n-- cancel that, might have interference. Rancor out.">>

From where Rancor walked beside Spectre, there was a guttural shout, as a Shistavanen barked at them - almost literally. The tall heavy turned his helmet, eyebrows raised, as he listened to what was said. Seemed the furred sentient had some issue with the pair of - undercover - Imperials, though for reasons unknown to Rancor.

It might have been the armor.

There had been something about Sons of Mandalore mentioned.

But, since Rancor wasn't all brawn, he turned fully - his imposing 6'5" frame facing the Shistavanen - and peered down through the visor, as he held up his hands in a passive wave of dismissal. Rancor's helmet speaker activated, as he chuckled and waved the curious party away:

<<"Hey, sue cou'gar,">> Rancor said in - totally perfect - Mando'a, as he greeted the other with the phrase. <<"Is there a problem, Voge? We're visiting family, alight Sarge, and we're already late... you're approaching us with - uh - jerkydurr, some threatening tone. Why?">>

Rancor had heard some Mando'a in the past, he felt confident.

<<"With the Imperials threatening our Mando'aid shouldn't we be allied? To me, together?"

Rancor knew exactly how to elicit the response of brotherhood:

<<"Right? Oya, oya! Haha, okay, our respect to your alight, Voge... maybe we'll meet again, retchy mee.">>

Nailed it.

 

[Hal Vaiken]

501st LEGION
IMPERIAL SPECIAL FORCES
SCAR SQUADRON
Leandra Brax Aisling Dvale
To engage eventually: Minerva Fhirdiad

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Bastion. Serving in support of the 16th Sons of Mandalore Expeditionary Force then led by Amon Vizsla as they slammed against Sith-Imperial forces outnumbering them at the Capital Complex.

Cathar and Ordo. The first chapter of the Mandalorian Campaign that eventually led to the successful liberation of the Mandalorian worlds. Served as a corporal of the 501st Legion side by side with the Sons of Mandalore as they marched against the wretched clan Australis.

Concordia. Operation Broken Steel. The Siege of Fortress Imperious, one of the bloodiest battles Vaiken had survived as the 501st and the Mandalorians stormed the heavily entrenched positions of the Sith and Graug monsters to reclaim the world from the putrid claws of the dark siders. He'd earned his stripes, or rather the pauldron of sergeant right there and then.

Concord Dawn. Operation Rusty Cage swept the planet of the last remaining vestiges of Sith presence. The final nail in the coffin of the Sith's hold of the Mandalorian Worlds. Side by side with the Mandalorians.

While never forming any particular rapport with the warriors beyond that of comrades-in-arms fighting a mutual fight against the Sith, the revelation of Mandalorians fighting for the Core against the Empire had been a surprise that had left Sarge wondering why. Had the Imperial blood spilled in the process of freeing the Mandalorian worlds from Sith yoke not been enough to seal a form of camaraderie between both people? Was it merely a callous act of ingrates or perhaps a Jedi trickery to collar the Mandalorians under their thumb?

Or perhaps it was all the dirty work of politics?

The latter thought made the stormtrooper frown. Politics was a headache and one he could neither understand, nor wanted to. He was a soldier. A good soldier. And good soldiers follow orders.

Orders had found him deployed in the distant and partially derelict reaches of Wild Space aboard the Harkenfang looming over the frozen world of Kestri. Sarge had come here -- at the veiled heart of the Mandalorian Enclave -- once before as part of the Imperial-Mandalorian mutual training program. A live-fire exercise with Mandalorians under the supervision of The Quartermaster in a quarantined zone plagued with Vong. The woman had left a lasting impression on the commander as a rational, pragmatic leader. He wondered if she was down there among the big wigs of the Empire.

But whether she was or not hardly mattered. The famed SCAR Squadron had been split into different tasks across this theatre and Sarge had pulled the short straw of ship security detail. The naval decks of ships had always seemed to be far more mundane and rather stuck up compared to the fieldwork of grunts on the ground. Standing idle staring through the transparisteel at the cold embrace of space had conjured all these curious thoughts and tribulations that neither mattered nor were they in any sense productive.

The chronowatch on his wrist beeped a soft, mundane sound almost mimicking the state of all naval ships he'd been aboard, and alerted him that it was time to head to the bridge and leave his report to the commanding officer in charge of the ship. He stood up, adjusted the zero-g additions to his stormtrooper armor and headed for the command deck.

**

The turbolift slid open and with a disciplined step he made his way to the Captain of the Harkenfang. He stood to attention a few feet from the lady, saluted, and upon dismissal offered his report in the form of a datachip. There was nothing out of the ordinary, nothing different than the last report. All weapons, armors, gears, and equipment were functional, boarding entries secure and the ship was free from any infiltrators.

He would've turned heel and left as the process dictated but the embrace of the mundane shift awaiting him beyond the turbolift kept him planted this time.

"Captain." he jerked his helmeted head at the viewport behind her. "Anything out of the ordinary?" ​

 

[Aisling Dvale]

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OBJECTIVE III - STANDOFF
"I have a bad feeling about this..."
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Ship: The Redeemer (frigate)
Tags: Leandra Brax Ignacious Korvan Hal Vaiken

Aisling got herself situated and positioned at her post. She had thought the work could distract her from that sinking feeling in her gut, yet it lingered still. She shook her head slowly, muttering to herself «I have a…»

«…good feeling about this. Indeed, a good feeling.» Lieutenant Commander Dar Syrus stated to no one in particular on the bridge. The Redeemer was his very first command, and he intended to hold it down for a very long time. Well, not too long, of course. He was destined for a quick rise, he could feel it. Before he knew it he would be standing on the bridge of his very own star destroyer.

«Transmission incoming from The Harkenfang.» a junior officer informed him. «Very good. Patch them through» the Lieutenant Commander said, as if he had much influence on the matter. The Redeemer received their new orders, and Syrus gave the orders to follow them to the letter. The frigate broke off from its original position, moving below the cruiser, slightly in front of their main hangar.

In the process of doing so, further transmissions were received, this time from the Ave Imperator. To hold fire until otherwise ordered was no problem for Syrus. He would not jeopardize his first command by acting reckless. Still, as per the second instructions, he would ensure that his ship was right to leap into combat on a moment’s notice. The rest of the fleet would see how quickly The Redeemer sprung to action when the time came.

«I want every inch of this ship ready for action when called upon. All weapons primed and ready. Get our pilots to their fighters. I don’t care how long that summit carries on, I want them sitting in the cockpit when I give the order to send them out.» Syrus gave his orders, and the officers under his command saw them done.

‘Dar Syrus the Ready, they will call me. Hmm, or perhaps something more imposing... No matter, he thought. The right people would decide something appropriate once he became a hero of the Empire.

Syrus then motioned to have communication opened once more with the Harkenfang, eager to report in what a good boy he had been. «This is Lieutenant Commander Dar Syrus of the Redeemer. We are in position and awaiting further orders.» Glory to the Empire, and so on and so forth.

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[Tiber]

DARK MASTER
OBJECTIVE : STAND OFF
ALLIES : Vemric Keldra | Zlova Rue | Open | The Enclave
HOSTILES: TBD | The Empire
LOCATION : UES Requiem
THEME : The Cad
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"There is armour to be found in the armoury, if you wish to wear something more appropriate should things not go as the Mando'ade hope."

Tiber cracked a smirk, rapping his knuckles against the white cuirass he wore. "I took some initiative there, Mister Keldra. I hope you don't mind." There was, of course, little the admiral could do even if he did mind. As stubborn as the exile was, there was something good-natured in his humour that silently demanded faith.

There was something to be said for the stark contrast offered by the Twi'lek beside him. While Tiber had, in his many years of service to the Jedi, never been as reserved as his brothers and sisters in the order, with far more colourful language than 'reckless' and 'carefree' applied by his seniors, he could still appreciate the value of being prepared.

He didn't wear the armour for its protection- No, he was more than confident enough in his blade- He wore it for the possibility of being thrown into space. Tiber had many outstanding skills, but holding his breath AND perfecting the butterfly stroke were not amongst them. Ten years ago, he would've pointed that out to the Twi'lek.

Fifteen years ago, he'd have kept his mouth shut and mentioned how he preferred her without the armour at any rate.

Fortunately for all aboard the bridge, age had honed the jedi exile's icebreakers. "Just as I was getting over the Dark Side having cookies, I find out they have pretty women too? And they say fear leads to the Dark Side..." He chimed in, as the admiral attended his fleet. Despite his tone, the smirk he bore was playful rather than flirtatious.

Tiber could tell from the moment he'd boarded the ship that there was a Dark Sider onboard, his senses were keen that way. All the same, he hardly needed them once he'd found himself in the same room as the Twi'lek. All the same, he was hardly hiding anything himself. Though his robes and saber marked him as a Jedi, he made no effort to hide the darkness they cloaked. Still, his darkness did not flicker and flare like the Sith. It was tamed, sparking like lightning instead.

"Peace is a collection of precious moments between wars, large or small. Someone will eventually turn their eye even to this remote part of the Galaxy. All we can do is become strong enough to hold on to what is dear to us."

He offered a light chuckle at the Twi'leks observation. "Or smart enough to break the hand that would take it from us? I'd argue that wars are precious memories to remind us of Peace's value." Tiber quipped. Though he lacked the inherent wisdom of his former order's senior masters, he'd picked up a few things from debating the council... often in his own defense.

The irony of the situation did not escape him, nor did the edginess of some of the crew. Their circumstances were hardly calming, faced with a fleet as bountiful as an asteroid belt whilst a Sith and a Jedi, former or not, bickered behind them. Sworn enemies all around.

Tiber finally turned his head, casting his gaze upon the Twi'lek properly. "I'll give you my name, but only if you promise to spare me the edgy moniker." As arrogant as his words seemed, were they put in text, they were conveyed with such a trifecta of cordiality, amusement and authority that they could only have come from one who was a Jedi Master, incumbent or otherwise.

This Dark Master, Tiber, was indescribable...

Save for a few expletives.​

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[Balt Vizsla]

BALAC FORMATION
OBJECTIVE : STAND OFF
GEAR : ENCL-12 Repentance | Mandalorian Cuirass
ALLIES : Vemric Keldra | Verin Oldo | The Enclave
HOSTILES : Ignacious Korvan | Velran Kilran | The Empire
FORMATION :

Spoiler

UES Adate'aden -

• Shields : 100%
• Hull : 100%

UES Beskaryc'bavar -

• Shields : 100%
• Hull : 100%

UES Ca'galaar -

• Shields : 100%
• Hull : 100%

UES Ne'ta'kal -

• Shields : 100%
• Hull : 100%

UES Tra'orar -

• Shields : 100%
• Hull : 100%

UES Parjai'tracyn -

• Shields : 100%
• Hull : 100%

UES Ca'galaar -

• Shields : 100%
• Hull : 100%

UES Tal'aka -

• Shields : 100%
• Hull : 100%

UES Prudii'kal -

• Shields : 100%
• Hull : 100%

UES Tuur'galaar -

• Shields : 100%
• Hull : 100%

- - - - -

Tyatr'alor Balt Vizsla had... very little to say, or rather, think. His thoughts had been spent on hoping for a peaceful and diplomatic end to the conflict. Not because he had, by far, the smallest contingent amongst the auxiliary units supplementing Kestri's Defense Fleet. Not even because his modest fleet, minus the Verminoths he'd been allocated, was primed for hunting pirates and stopping slavers.

Not even because the Enclave had too much trouble within its borders already.

But because Kestri did not deserve such violence on its doorstep, because Kestri did not deserve to suffer flak from the collision of two fleets. Because it was the only place their people had to call home.

Amongst all the assembled fleet commanders, he was the most junior in rank and experience. Though, that was not to say he had not served with distinction; he had his own fleet, afterall. He scoured the Enclave's space of the vile and villainous underworld elements which would, unimpeded, flood its planets with immorality.

While he could not speak for the other ships under his command, nor any others, the silence upon the Ca'galaars bridge was damn near piercing. For the most part, he'd relied upon the general orders issued by Fleet Command. High alert, weapons and shields charged to whatever levels their individual captains felt most comfortable with.

No doubt, the Imperial Fleet was under similar orders. Hardly a reassuring fact. All the same, when the comms were most quiet, Balt nodded to his comms-tech, who opened a direct channel to the UES Requiem.

"UES Requiem, this is Tyatr'alor Vizsla of the Balac Formation, supplemented by the UES Beskaryc'bavar and UES Adate'aden, checking in."

With a heavy, stress-laden sigh, the Commodore reclined into his seat. Waiting for, what he hoped would be, a peaceful end.​

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[Katja Javik]

THE EMPIRE
IMPERIAL SPECIAL FORCES
ALLIES: Kav Canthar | Lily Stevens | Hal Vaiken
ENGAGING: Shai Maji | OPEN
Equipment: Sons of Mandalore Beskar'gam, other Mando stuff like whipcord and stuff

Deep into enemy territory, SCAR Squadron was at home, though not by their standard means. Under the guise of the Mandalorians that they were inflitrating, they donned the armour of their own Mandalorian compatriots - an unnatural feeling for the Stormtroopers, not to mention the unfamiliar culture that accompanied such an appearance.

It was difficult to settle into armour that was so differently balanced than what she was familiar with but they were trained better than to be hindered by wardrobe differences, even if training didn't cover how to cope with sharing a helmet when the person before you had a sweaty head.

Katja allowed Kav to reply to the situation updates on her behalf while her gaze idly flicked between buildings without concern until a barking order summoned them. Instinctively, she halted and turned to face the person who had called out to them.

As Kav began to speak, her head slowly turned towards him, an expression of both disbelief and almost awe hidden beneath her helmet as he boldly proclaimed words of mild cultural appropriation towards the Mandalorian.

"Don't mind him. My brother was dropped on his head as a baby." She explained.

The other Mandalorian's body language required little interpretation to understand that she was threatening them, prompting her to show both palms instinctively in a gesture of goodwill. "Woah, easy there, Vod. I know we've had... trouble before but we mean no harm. Our family is here and we want to reunite after the pain we've caused." She tried to offer some semblance of an explanation in order to pass through.

At least she hoped her false story would allow them to pass through rather than accidentally starting a deep undercover operation where she'd find herself with a Mandalorian husband and kids several years down the line in the name of keeping cover.

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[Castor E-196]

Master Sergeant Castor E-196
Imperial Navy Special Forces Command; Attached to 43rd Imperial Fleet​

Objective: wait
Allies: Ignacious Korvan Aisling Dvale Leandra Brax Velran Kilran

The commando was still typing away on his encrypted console, finishing up a Very Important Document when the ship went up to battle readiness.

“To all Imperial Vessels, this is Rear Admiral Paulon Feros of the NIV Ave Imperator. Maintain a state of readiness, but hold your fire. Any breach of these orders, unless directly given by myself, shall be dealt with harshly. This is the Enclave’s System, and we shall respect their sovereignty as much as possible. Engage in defensive measures only. Over and out.”

The connection to the console was cut, its secure contents encrypted into cold storage and stored in the ship's black box. He pushed himself away from his table and suited up.

“Now, establish a secured comm frequency between all ships within the fleet - battle encryption level.” He turned to the tactical officer and continued: “Prepare the hangar bay for an emergency extraction of our diplomatic team.”

Castor soon found himself in the ready room, his armour all but sealed. He always had a knack for feeling these things, and he knew one way or another, he would be called to act. Boarding, repelling boarding, or hopefully just a simple security detail for the diplomatic team as they were extracted.

Pilots jogged to their stations, and technicians hurriedly stowed away their powered industrial vehicles. From where he sat in the QRF ready room, he could see a group of Imperial Marines clustered near a situation readout.

He snarled at the Mandalorian front line placing his hands behind his back. "Let's show them what happens when betray the Empire!" Velran said. "Let's break this line the Velran Kilran way! All Onager Class Star Destroyers perform mini jumps to your respective positions do not fire until we engage the enemy! All Donnager Class Star Destroyers begin kiting, your Frigates will give you cover."

Something was wrong.

 

[Marcus Bastion]

Objective I
Post 2
Tag: Kanollic II Vethres || Ignacious Korvan || Runi Kuryida || Braxton Holst || Adera Vellas

Marcus nodded stiffly and formally as the Grand Moff acknowledged him. The only salute of respect one could give while there was work to be done.

This is my colleague, Moff Marcus Bastion of Yavin IV."

Bastion bowed politely as the Grand Moff introduced him to the Enclaves dignitaries.

"I'm Honoured Speaker Runi Kuryida . I hope todays proceedings can create a lasting bond as our nations have had the privilege of having in the past and will do in the future"

Marcus assessed the person in front of him, and came to the quick opinion that this one would be more at home on a battlefield than in a board room. That was to be expected of course. She was Mandalorian. A race of people infamous for having a warrior culture, they would hardly accept a leader who wasn't one themselves. Still she seemed a capable and astute speaker, though Marcus supposed it would be a farse to have a Speaker who they themselves weren't good at speaking.

Bastion was brought back from that distracting train of thought as another representative stepped forward.

I am Braxton Holst, representative of the non-mandalorian people of the Enclave.

Bastion blinked. Now that was a surprise, Bastion didn't think the Mandalorians would allow for a non Mandalorian to have such a position of prominence within their leadership. Bastion was aware that not everyone within the Enclaves territory would or even could be all Mandalorian but he was unaware they had such prestige within their ranks.

This is my colleague, Moff Marcus Bastion, who is acting in a similar advisory capacity today."

Bastion bowed as the Grand Moff once again introduced him.

"Represntative Holst. It speaks well of the Enclave that they acknowledge the citizens of the territory who are non Mandalorian, while still adhering to the traditions of their society and culture." Bastion tried to be diplomatic "I hope that despite the differences between our own cultures we can reach a similar level of understanding."

Moff Bastion took his place behind and to the left of the Grand Moff as the diplomatic party made it's way into the building as they did so, he recognised another member of their party and fell back a pace to walk in step.

"It's good to see you Moff Adera Vellas " Bastion admitted with some relief "This event could use someone with... well diplomacy"

 

[Mac O Shenanigans]

Mac O Shenanigans
Standoff

Tag: Zlova Rue , Verin Oldo , Vemric Keldra, Balt Vizsla, Tae'l Vizsla , Venari Krayt , Minerva Fhirdiad , Tiber​

Mac sat at the controls of his battered ship nearing the Tor Valum system. The last few years had not been kind, and Mac looked older than his almost 30 years. Every since the fall of his Vode, and the razing of Mandalore, Mac had been living a nomadic life, he lost almost everything, the Kiss burnt, his farm gone. Luckily, Mac and his remaining couple of cousins packed what they could into a bulk transport, using it as a mobile base of operations and forge. The Prudii'kad as well, stowed in the transport, his clansmen with it as well. He wasn't sure how long it had been, nor did he care at this point, he had spent the last few years rebuilding the old tra'kad prototype, and tracking down what beskar he could stea…. Strategically Transporting Equipment to Alternate Locations…. Well, as he saw it anyway, Mac wasn't stealing the beskar, he was reclaiming Mandalorian property…

Now, Mac knew he needed to finally contact the current Mando'ade. He felt they needed him just as much as he needed them now…

The proximity alarm chimed, and Mac brought the Murderous Wench out of hyperdrive.

'Haar'chak!'

Well this he wasn't expecting, bringing up his shields to full, Mac cranked back on the controls, pulling up and away from any potential incoming fire. Below him, Mac observed two fleets squared off, but just sitting there. 'What the Manda is going on?' On one side, ships of the Empire, on the other, what could only be the Mandalorian Enclave's fleet.

Activating his comm's, Mac started an inbound vector towards the Mando fleet. "Enclave Fleet, t'is is t'e Murderous Wenc', requesting permission to dock." He didn't know the proper protocols, but he transmitted his credentials in a packet as identification for clearance.

Mac O Shenanigans
Clan Gaecel'ic Alor
Ori'ramikad​

He hoped it would do, as far as Mac was aware, the Ori'ramikad died with Mandalore or shortly after; or otherwise seemed to just disappear. He had tried reaching out, but no one seemed to respond. Mac figured his vode in the fleet and any on ground would put up a good fight if it came to that, somehow, he feared it wouldn't be enough. 'I didn't come ready for a war, but by Manda, the Empire will rue that mistake if they try to stab us in the back…'

 

[Todblaz Graker]

Outfit | Ranger Armor
Equipment | HX-Revolver ; Cortosis Gloves
Allies | Shai Maji ; Gwyneira Vizsla ; Juno Wren ; Grendel Krayt
Enemies | Koda Fett ; Hal Vaiken ; Lily Stevens ; Shai Maji
Engaging (I guess) | Katja Javik ; Zorah Fel

Cards is and will always be a fun game, throughout history games ranging from menial bets to lives have been wagered on it. Though this game was for little more than money, Todd still took it seriously. Unfortunately for his competitor, he was a very avid card player, loving to gamble. Many said that he would be a great ally if he carried the attitude over to fighting. "Mother always said I was a damn good card player." Todd jokingly responded to her question with.

Todd had zero clue how he ended up meeting so many Mandalorians after such a short time moving around the galaxy. Though he didn't mind nor did he didn't consider them amongst their ranks, but more as a söldner. He however did hope to continue working with them as he found it fun in a way. They clearly had plenty of fights on their plates and that led to hundreds of patients, though Todd doesn't revel in other's injuries that often, he does like his craft. Maybe some day they'd give him armor, as his understanding of their rituals were rudimentary, he saw it as a neat prospect.

The talks about anatomy had left him happy with the cards and conversation, he was very curious about the Sangnir's anatomy. He had so many more questions that probably couldn't be answered, 'Do you have a pleural around your lungs?' 'Is your muscle on the snout symmetrical or conjoined?' Either way he didn't get around to asking them. The idea of asking if he could be the coroner upon her death. Such ideas may be seen as cruel and crass so he kept it to himself.

"If you wish to lose more tomorrow, I am here. However you have lost enough to me at this time to cover your next medical bill from me, call it on the house." He said with a grin, though Shai would never be able to see it as he had his helmet on as he tended to do. Chuckling as she walked out, he gathered his earnings and placed them into an inner pocket, standing up to leave.

The cantina wasn't a place he usually stayed, but he would be working with this one for a few days as teaching some up-and-coming surgeons how perform a variety of cardiovascular surgeries. It would be a place for him to relax at the end of the day, a nice rest as they say. Though as he walked out he heard the familiar voice shouting.

Shaking his head and wondering what trouble was about to start he walked off in the direction of it. Thinking to himself, Well at least I may get to do my medical magic soon. As he drew near he saw her with a grip on a pistol and put her helmet on, prompting him to pull out his revolver and wait.

 

[Jorus Fel]

T H E _ E M P I R E
501st STORMTROOPER LEGION
ALLEGIANCES
SHADOW WAR
ALLIES: THE EMPIRE | "ALLIES": Zorah Fel
To Engage: Whoever Z picks/picked ig

Sympathy for the Devil
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"[...] Mandalorian women don't shave their armpits." (Bad) Credit said.

Whatever political tribulations and assumptions over the Mandalorian perfidy had been stirring in Jorus' head were cut short by Cred's shocking revelation.

"Who told you that?" Smokes inquired curiously. Disgust was visible even on the faceless helmet of the stormtrooper.

They had been deployed as supporting escort detail to the Grand Moff's Death Masks. Right here on the frigid, middle-of-nowhere Kestri, or whatever its name was. And all they could talk about was this.

"Seen it on Mandalore, I swear! We were with my cousin--"

"Bull, man! Mandalore's a tomb world; no way you've been on it. And every time I hear you make mention of your imaginary cousin, I'm calling it bosh." Eisley shook his head.

"Concordia! I meant Concordia -- hey, cut me some slack here, Eisley-- I don't know all the planets over there, alright?"

The team of five peeked over to see the Grand Moff entering the building as they took positions outside, close to the landing pad where they'd been allowed to. Not a bad vantage point if the place didn't look like a frozen hellscape. Jorus wasn't too sure what was it with Mandos and mountains; he'd not only heard the stories of the Imperial Siege of Fortress Imperious on Concordia -- a citadel carved into a mountain -- but had also learned about it during his basic training at Fort Rex on Adumar. Mandatory curriculum for the Stormtrooper Corps.

"Y'know what, Cred? I'm gonna bet you a hundred that armpit thing is crap."

"Are we really having this conversation now?" Jorus chimed in.

"Attention! Lady Knight present!" Mantell's voice cut through the chatter and by instinct, the stormtrooper's heads declined in a bow as instilled etiquette dictated even if some hadn't seen her yet arriving from their rear. The disgraced Fel knew it should've been him, as the most senior ranked of the team, to have spotted her first. He glanced sideways at the approaching figure and blurted out:

"What-- in the Emperor are you doing here?"

The last person he'd expected this far off from the Realm was his sister - Knight-Errant Zorah Fel .​