Atin'yaim, Home of the Crusaders [ Location ]

[Darth Metus]

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Atin'yaim, Mount Savage​

In the wake of their resurgence, the Mandalorian Crusaders had been searching for something in particular. Whilst conquest and the glory of battle were always the utmost priority, scouts were dedicated to something of a more tame nature. You see, even the most bloodthirsty of warriors required a place to lick their wounds: a place of...security, rest, and fellowship. Thus did the search commence for a place called Home. It was not an immediate process by any means; and many times were the Crusaders disappointed in what seemed to be good candidates. However, success came in the form of a subterranean relic: a place once held by Crusaders of a different era.

Underneath the fabled Mount Savage laid a bastion: a key strategic fortification upon the world Essien. Centuries prior, Neo-Crusaders had used it as their base of power on the planet and weathered a Republic assault within its walls. Each stone was storied. Each hall anointed by the presence of warriors past. And at last, the Mandalorian Crusaders had found a suitable place to lay their heads. Renovations took place in the weeks that followed this momentous discovery, and in time the Bastion was an even blend of modern and archaic comforts. In short, everything that a Crusader could want or need could be found here.

Whether it be a warm bunk or a Hall to dine with fellows. Whether it be a training yard or an armory. Whether it be a feeling of security by means of encrypted networks, shielding, and other measures. Atin'yaim, the Persistent Home, had it all.

This is a Location thread for the Mandalorian Crusaders. Members can come and go as they please; and those seeking the Crusaders can interact with them here. Enjoy!​

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[member="Adelram Thul"], [member="Ashtah Ordo"], [member="Briga Tiin"], [member="Deneve Verd"], [member="Isley Verd"], [member="Julian Viles Priest"], [member="Juwiela Melec"], [member="Keira Ticon"], [member="Miss Blonde"], [member="Oddball"], [member="Oozak"], [member="Oron Verd"], [member="Rhuza Kingpriest"], [member="Runi Verin"], [member="Avo"], [member="Saverok the Unleashed"], [member="Zef Halo"]

 

[Zef Halo]

Teaching the Wayward Daughter.​

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Zef stood on one of the landing pads that were randomly dotted rather far from the subterranean bastion that the Mandalorian Crusaders now called home. A relic that withstood time, the bastion was a strong fortification for the Mandalorian Crusaders during the Great Mandalorian Wars. After numerous weeks of refurbishing the place, it was now much more proper than it used to be in its original form as well.

Looking towards the sky, while monitoring the time on his HUD, Zef awaited the arrival of his daughter. He felt responsible for abandoning his only offspring during her whole life and what he wanted to do was at least make up a bit for that. On the outside, the Mandalorian did not want that to show.
He was simply going to be a father trying to teach some life-saving skills to his daughter. Bathrobes were not enough, not in this era. Ages ago they might've been but no longer.

The scoundrel had found a way to reach her with an encoded message that had details for their next meeting. Zef was sure she would come.

"Should be here any time now."


[member="Joza Perl"]

 

[Joza Perl]

Ever since their first meeting, Joza hemmed and hawed over the idea of her actually having a real father. For one, it was exciting—as a child she always pushed the thoughts of her dad to the back of her mind in some vague attempt at self-protection, but she couldn’t do that anymore. But as the good feelings began to fade, she wondered if she’d actually see him again. He said that they would, but there was a part of her that doubted that. Maybe he changed his mind, maybe he didn’t actually intend to try and be some sort of a father in the first place. These thoughts clouded her mind on the day she’d received a vexing message from him, and she couldn’t help but stifle a smile. And also wonder how he found her, but that was less important.

After finding a pilot that had agreed to take her to Essien, Joza had to wonder if she was making the right decision. She hadn’t heard great things about the Mandalorians, and conversely she knew that they tended not to think too highly of Jedi. But…this was her father. As confused as she was as to whatever was going on in her own head, she didn’t want to shut him out.

Disembarking from the shuttle, Joza gave a quick nod to the pilot before dropping down onto the landing pad. There, clad in armor, stood her father. Perhaps out of deference to him or her own distaste for them, Joza had chosen not to wear the traditional Jedi robes. The Knight typically didn’t wear them anymore, and it probably wasn’t the smartest idea to wear a bathrobe in Mandalorian space. Instead she was clad in her own darker clothing, a more conservative coat covering her dress-like outfit. Still, it was better than the slinkier number she’d met him in.

For a moment, the young Zeltron hesitated. What was the right thing to say to him? Should she call him dad? She hadn’t called him that before, and it seemed weird to her considering that they barely knew each other. Clearing her throat, she greeted him in what was probably a much more casual tone than she should have used.

“Hey, Zef.”

[member="Zef Halo"]

 

[Zef Halo]

Zef watched as his daughter disembarked from the shuttle that had just dropped her on the landing pad, she had come with a more non-fancy dress rather than with a bathrobe. He smirked at that under his helmet, finding it amusing. The Mandalorian's amusement would grow much more when he threw her into the fray called Mando boot camp. Jedi relied too much on this mystical magic called the Force and the scoundrel planned on teaching his daughter how bad it was to rely on something that could immediately be stripped of you.

"Hello, Joza." He nodded in a greeting back. "Come with me, kid."

Zef turned his back towards her and began strolling into the nearby forest, knowing she would follow. He didn't know what more to say. Ironically, the master of words - Zef Halo - was once again unable to untie his tongue with his child. The stroll would lead them to a place where bushes were thick making it a good place for an ambush if one did not have the Mandalorian helmet with its advanced sensory gadgets. It immediately showed to him with thermal signature the two crouched Mandalorian figures hidden to the naked eye in the thick flora of the Essien forest.

Hidden to the Force too ...

Both men as instructed by Zef would be carrying the notorious Ysalimir frames on the back of their armors, the moment she entered their sphere of 'power', the Force would be nullified. Halting in his walk, he turned to face his daughter, sarcastically asking her:

"So how do you feel today ? It is really a pleasant weather today, isn't it?" The Mandalorian gestured with his arms around him.


[member="Joza Perl"]

 

[Joza Perl]

Joza returned his nod before moving to follow behind Zef. Immediately she tried to take in what she could of the area, force signatures, etc. She’d become more aware of her surroundings out of necessity during her training as a Jedi, but that probably wouldn’t save her from whatever was going to happen today. She didn’t have an inkling of what Zef had planned, but something told her that she wouldn’t like it.

Perhaps due to her inexperience, Joza instinctively patted the hilt of one of the sabers that hung at her waist as they entered the forest. She’d no idea of the two Mandalorians hidden in the natural flora, though she kept herself alert and allegedly ready for anything. Or so she would have liked to think.

A thin red brow arched at the sardonic tone of her father. Was this how he normally spoke? It felt a little weird that she didn’t know him well enough to recognize when things were abnormal with him. Then again, this is what they were trying to remedy, right? Getting to know each other more? Right? Right…?

“Uh…I’m fine. And I guess.” She answered after what seemed like a few too many moments of hesitation. Much like him, she couldn’t quite find the words to speak to him as casually as she did with others. “How are…you?”

[member="Zef Halo"]

 

[Zef Halo]

Zef observed her from head to toe, his helmet giving him the typical cold and emotionless Mandalorian stare that his people were famous for. It was a good cover, a good mask against people who aimed to read you and find your weaknesses. This was one of the reasons, he'd never take his helmet unless he was completely alone. Even when he drank his favorite Corellian ale, a straw would pop out comically from his helmet and he would drink that way. An armor for a Mandalorian was his skin.

"Indeed, indeed. Look, kid." Zef noticed his daughter's lightsabers hilt and squinted his eyes. He never liked that weapon. Yet, that was his child. The irony was strong. "You are going to do something now. As I say. Don't ask, just do it."

The Mandalorian stood for a bit silent before he spoke seriously:

"Use the Force on me. Push me away. Or just generally tap into the Force."

[member="Joza Perl"]

 

[Joza Perl]

Joza gave Zef a questioning look, eyes flickering already in suspicion. If he wasn’t her father, she’d likely already have her saber out, as rash as that sounded. A brief flash of her scant memories with him caused her to freeze. Wait. He didn’t like Jedi, right? Didn’t he say something about how he would have killed her had she come at him with a lightsaber, unknowing that she was his own child? Of course he did, she remembered every word of that conversation.

“Wh—“ She stopped herself short of a sassy comment at his command. This was her father, but did he really have to talk like that to her? Like he was actually her parent? The thought sent a tingle of irritation down her spine. He didn’t have the right to order her. Or maybe he did? She wasn’t sure how this thing worked.

“Alright,” She huffed, cracking her knuckles and sort of making a display out of it. “You asked for it, old man.” With a well-practiced flick of her wrist, she thrust the palm of her right hand forward. She’d knocked men of his stature over before with a Force push, so it stood reason that—

Oh.

He was still standing.

“Um…” Joza blinked, arm still outstretched as her confidence began to waver. Quickly, she forced her palm forward again, hoping that it was just some sort of fluke. Nope. Nothing. Not even a measly stumble. Now that she had something for her anxieties to latch on to, Joza realized that she couldn’t feel the Force. Which typically a good thing for a Jedi. “This…usually…doesn’t happen…”

[member="Zef Halo"]

 

[Zef Halo]

"Typically, it doesn't. But typically isn't 100% of the situations you're gonna end up in, kid. So..." Zef drew his verpine blaster pistol with unbelievable speed and had it pointed already at Joza. It was his most renown talent, for which he was known about in the underworld. Indeed, Zef was great smuggler but his gunslinger skills were what forged his reputation. A smirk appeared on his face. He still had it, despite his age. "Now you're dead."

The Mandalorian put his pistol in its holster again, feeling uncomfortable to be pointing it at his daughter but not showing it. He whistled twice and then spoke in Mando'a:

"Come out, kids."

Out of the bushes that were on the two sides of Zef, a Mandalorian female and male donned in Mandalorian armor appeared. They were good, young Mandalorians from Isley's Clan - Verd. He had called them for this, so they could assist him on pulling this 'show'. On each of their backs a lizard looking creature. It had the demeanour of a koala as it ate with complete calmness its food. The Mandalorian quite liked the animals, not only because of their mystical abilities but their relaxed attitude.

"This two Mandalorians have, as you can see, a frame on the back of their armors carrying the notorious Ysalamir. Or also as I like to call them Bathrobe Bane." Zef scoffed at that stupid nickname he'd been giving them. "One creates a bubble of 10 meters in diameter where the Force could not be used. Of course, that damn Force apparently is the basis of all existence so that bubble doesn't technically eliminate it but no one could influence the Force within that bubble. A pack of these little cute creatures could possibly extend their bubbles to a few kilometers, in some cases that is. So a word of advice from me. Don't go to Myrkr."

"And yes, I did ask for it, little girl." He replied sarcastically to what she had first said when attempting to act tough with him. Zef, for some reason, enjoyed teasing his daughter. Awkward. The Mandalorian then turned to the two Mandalorians beside him.

"Beskar'gam, please." The male Mandalorian heeded his request and pulled from the bushes a Mandalorian set of armor made of the heavy Mandalorian iron. 20 kilograms of armor and a body suit. Not the heaviest but definitely not the lightest. He did not want to spoil her. "Put it on, Joza. Body suit first on top of whatever you're wearing now, armor after."


Zef took the armor and body suit and put it on the ground infront of his daughter. The armor lacked the helmet and that was deliberate. One did not learn to use these helmets in a day. Especially, not a bathrobe Zeltron that was going to go through one hell of a test now. The helmet would come later, not now for sure. He also doubted that she'd ever use a helmet but the Mandalorian had to teach her that as well, at least the basics that was.

[member="Joza Perl"]

 

[Joza Perl]

“…”

Joza’s hand had only made it halfway to one of her saber hilts before she flinched and froze as the pistol was pointed towards her. Her gritted teeth and irritated expression—there’d be a lot of that—relayed her frustration. She straightened out as the gun was put away, smoothing her hair back in what could be described as a nervous tic. Again, a brow would loft as she spoke in some immediately unrecognizable language. Just what was going on here?

To her surprise, a pair of figures emerged from the bushes, apparently heeding his call. Her attention was drawn to the docile creatures sitting on their backs as Zef pointed them out. To Joza’s chagrin, she visibly swallowed when he mentioned that they inhibited the Force over a certain area. The Zeltron hating showing weakness or hesitation, but hiding feelings was obviously not her strong suit.

“Uh…” Joza nearly gaped when as the armor was produced, immediately wanting to back away. Though this wasn’t what she had expected, she didn’t really know what to expect. Would the Mandalorian be inviting her out to tea time? Probably not. He probably wasn’t the type. Still, she couldn’t help but pout for a short moment when he called her little girl. She was an adult! …Even though she acted like an emotionally overloaded teenager at times.

For once, she didn’t put up a verbal fight even though her instincts told her that if a suit of armor was involved, this probably wouldn’t be the least painful experience she’d ever had.

She moved to take the body suit and armor, though not without a heavy sigh to convey her exasperation. In the back of her mind, she knew that he wouldn’t appreciate it and that’s why she had done it. It took an embarrassingly long amount of time for the halfling Zeltron to struggle with the body suit and armor, finally fully dressed for the day out with dad.

[member="Zef Halo"]

 

[Zef Halo]

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Zef watched his daughter don the beskar'gam and smiled beneath his helmet, it fitted her so well. He'd gotten the right size luckily after using his memory to remember what measures she could possibly be. It seemed he had gotten them right but it was not only that. A Zeltron Mandalorian, there were a very few amongst them now. Of course, in the Mandalorian history the taint of the Zeltron Mandalorian Demagol was still present, so much that a word was made for genocidal maniacs in Mandalorian - demagolka.

Hopefully, she'd not turn into that.

"Looking good, looking good." Zef commented as he took one of the Ysalamir nutrient frames from the back of the male Mandalorian. He went with it and put it on the back of his daughter's armor, the female Mandalorian followed him with a cubical shaped form that was put on top of the Ysalamir frame - a sealed cage with an oxygen tank within. Joza could not possibly know that as the tank itself was within the cubical cage. On the exterior it simply looked as a cover for the frame for people not to see what it was. "Alright, you're good to go. Let's go, kid, time to show you the beauty of Essien. I am a big fan of nature."

The group proceeded through the thick forest and the sound of splashing water was getting closer and closer until they finally passed through a thicket to appear on a cliff that was part of a whole half-circular area of large and tall approximately 25 meters waterfalls.

A truly magnificent masterpiece of nature.

Zef beckoned for Joza to come closer to the edge where he stood and told her.

"Amazing, isn't it?" The Mandalorian said honestly before he turned his helmet towards her. "Welcome to Mando boot camp, kid." Zef activated his repulsor boots lifting him a few inches of the ground so he could hover over where she would be in a moment.

Thank the maker Yula was not here.

The father shoved his bathrobe daughter off the cliff...




[member="Joza Perl"]

 

[Joza Perl]

Joza was surprised that the armor seemed to fit her as well as it did. Even when picking out clothes for herself, she often had to take at least two different sizes back to the dressing room. A brief flicker of amusement sparked in her eyes at the thought of taking Zef clothes shopping with her. She cleared her throat as she shifted in the armor, finding it all a bit too uncomfortable and new. Though she’d gained some muscle mass during her training, she was still on the physically weaker end for a Jedi, thus the armor being a bit too heavy for her delicate build. Not enough to seriously hinder her, but she had to consciously maintain her posture.

As the Ysalamir frame was transferred onto the back of her armor, Joza glanced over at Zef a bit nervously. As much as she wouldn’t admit it, she felt far too vulnerable without the Force to aid her. Then again, these people seemed to be managing just fine without it.

Wading through the thick forest behind her father and the younger Mandalorians, the Zeltron had to admit that the place was breathtakingly beautiful. It had a natural sort of beauty, and it brought to mind the fields of Bakura she’d visited with…yeah, back to the present. This wasn’t the time to be taking a trip down memory lane.

Following her father to the edge of the cliff, Joza moved carefully. She wasn’t sure what to feel right now—taken with the scenery, happy that she was finally spending time with her dad, or suspicious of the situation in its entirety? Probably a confusing mix of all three. Naturally, the Jedi crossed her arms over her chest and rested her weight on one leg, shifting her hip to the side. It was a little strange that they’d come here, but before that thought could full hit her, Zef spoke and her brows furrowed in confusion.

“Mando b—“

And then it all made sense.

Shock, confusion and anger flashed across her face as she felt him push her off of the overhang. It was no accident either. The Zeltron flailed, tumbling down the rocky face for several meters before managing to grasp onto a protruding ledge and stop her fall.

“WHAT THE HELL KIND OF FATHER THROWS HIS OWN DAUGHTER OFF OF A CLIFF YOU SON OF—“

Every curse word she’d ever heard exploded forth from her mouth, anger now taking over as her predominant emotion. She battled with her slipping grip, teeth gritting as she glared a storm up the side of the cliff.

[member="Zef Halo"]

 

[Darth Metus]

This was uncharted territory for the Mandalorian.

Honestly? It made him feel old. Ancient, even. While it was fact that silver had slithered through his mane, Isley still thought himself spry. He could still fight, still lead, still conquer. Yet moments like these made the aging man take a step back. They made him recognize that wrinkles were indeed a thing, as were aches and stiffness. Today, the occurrence which spawned the realization of time's continual passage...was the arrival of Isley's grandchild. To the Mandalorian, it felt like yesterday that he was finally making headway with his young daughter. But now she was a mother. Married off to Force-knows-who.

And that meant that Isley was a grandfather; also known as glorified babysitter.

Deneve had set this up quite some time in advance and the day finally arrived. A transport hovered into Atin'yaim and settled down before the waiting Mandalorian. The ramp extended, chirps of a droid sounded, and off disembarked what seemed to be a BB Unit. Isley leaned forward onto the tips of his toes so that he might look over the droid...and there she was. A little one no older than six or seven. Had that much time passed since he had seen Deneve! Stepping forward, Isley passed the rolling droid and lowered himself to a knee. A warm smile was offered, alongside a gift:

A teddy bear. With a bow.

[member="Avaritia Daemon"]

 

[Freyia Whitelight-Carrick]

Finding herself wasn't that why she was her or maybe it was more to want to make her father look at her like he did of her brothers. Even now she knew that he looked at her more like her mother, being very gentle soul. Maybe to much so, it wasn't as if she didn't want to be more, it the up bring that made her who she was today. Even so she made sure not to let any of this be felt, no she needed to be in control. Even then as she walked down the hallway to her next lesson she couldn't help but feel as if eyes where already upon her.

Nothing more then go back the day before and rethink her action that she taken. It wasn't as if she was mean or even had a ounce of negative towards anyone before. That boy just got under her skin. More like tried to get in her skin. Either way of looking at it. There was her warrior side out in the open now for others to know about she already protected that part in her, as her mother did so many times. Once again in the mess hall she found herself choosing to sit away from the others by herself just the way she like it, after that she would be good to have a walk around, maybe even cheek in on her mother to see how her own doings was taking shape. Just like back on Voss she been given a task, she had gladly taken it on fully.

Her train of thought had been broken by the fact that someone was speaking to her. is this seat taken

With out looking up she No go a head and make yourself at home, I'm just finishing up I guess. If one looked at her plate could guess that she had only pick at her food, something else was very much on her mind then eating.

• [member="Titan Verd"]

 

[Avaritia Daemon]

Excitement that was all Ava felt. She had heard stories of her grandfather but wasn't allowed to visit him due to her father. So when they say came that her mother sent to him without the knowledge of her father Ava couldn't wait. As was typical of a six year old child she kept running around and tormenting her poor droid in her excitement of meeting the man she had heard so many stories about. So when he was finally face to face with her, she shied back slightly, suddenly shy. What if he didn't like her?That had been mentioned during one of the arguments she had heard between her parents.


Reaching out hesitantly, she would grasp the teddy bear before she blurted out something she had heard."It's okay if you don't like me because I'm my father's spawn!I still like you grandfather." With that said, she would pull the toy towards her and beam at her grandfather, bright hazel eyes shining up at him.


[member="Isley Verd"]

 

[Zef Halo]

"Damn it, I was too soft." Zef muttered as he flew over towards where Joza was, his grav boots being the source of his flying abilities.

She had tumbled down like a pile of potatoes and was able to get a grip on a ledge that she held dearly so she wouldn't fall down into the deep lake where the waterfalls gathered. That was his plan but he had been to soft in his push for that to happen.

“WHAT THE HELL KIND OF FATHER THROWS HIS OWN DAUGHTER OFF OF A CLIFF YOU SON OF—“

Of course, that reaction had to be expected. She was his daughter in the end. Although her temper was way beyond his. He had always been a bit more composed and sarcastic during grave danger. Joza had a unique trait - going crazy. Neither Zef nor Yula, as far as he knew her, had such a crazy temper. The tongue though was 100% Zef.

"Hey don't speak like that for your grandma, kid." The Mandalorian said as he raised his wrist blaster and pointed it at the ledge. "Off you go now, Joza."

A barrage of blasters rained upon the ledge, he was well careful not to strike her head. Even if he hit her gloved hand, nothing would happen. She was with the notorious beskar'gam.

Time for her to fall down as a cannonball...


[member="Joza Perl"]

 

[Nyos Val]

Titen entered the mess hall to grab his hourly portion of half of the menu. After grabbing his tray, filled to the brim with food, he looked for a place to sit and enjoy his feast. There was an empty table off to the side were a young brunette sat alone, lost in thought, twirling her utensil around her plate.

Is this seat taken?

When the woman answered that it was available, even though she didn't look up from her plate, he sat across from her with a defiant groan from the bench trying to support the massive weight that Titan hauled.

He took a large mouthfull of steam vegetables and a gulp of blue milk.

I'm known as Titan, who might you be lass?


[member="Freyia Whitelight-Carrick"]

 

[Freyia Whitelight-Carrick]

Just pushing her strains of her hair out of her one side of the face. Finally forcing herself upwards to look who had join her. Only to hear his voice, from that her eyes took a quicker upwards glance to see such a massive looking guy join across from her. Turning her face that seem to have a shiner to her face. "Freyia, " wanted to say something else but decide not to say anything more at that time. Trying to get down some of her food.

"You like the food here I see." looking at all his food. Looking down at her little bit she manged to take, it wasn't as if she wasn't use to eating food, just that she was used to more fruits and veggies of different kinds then these. Now came the game of small talked. So, I been here a few days, it seem to be a nice place here, eh.

Looking at him look at her knowing it was the darken pink of the flush around her eye. Don't worried you should see the other guy. at less she was blessed that her mother wasn't in the medical bay when they brought the young kid in.

[member="Titan Verd"]

 

[Joza Perl]

Dangling from the cliff, Joza could only glare at her father as she struggled to remain clinging to the rockface, grunting as she tried to re-establish her grip. Seriously, what the hell Zef? This wasn’t how Zeltrons treated their children. Or any sane being. Then again, Joza knew next to nothing about the Mandalorians.

The mention of Grandma gave her enough pause to be caught entirely off guard by the sudden volley of blaster shots. Reflexively, her hand “slipped” and down she went. Even if she had been entirely focused, there was probably little she could do against the blaster shots without the Force to aid her. Mentally, she cursed the Ysalamir frame on her back, cursed the feeling of falling, and very verbally cursed Zef on her way down. One could say that she was not exactly tickled.

She hit the water in the most ungraceful manner, sinking below the surface before struggling to get her head above water. She wasn’t used to surprise swimming, and very unused to surprise swimming in armor. Sputtering for a few moments, the Zeltron pushed her wet hair out of her face, even more irritated if that were possible. Taking in a breath to steady herself, Joza reminded herself of the teachings of her Master and the other Sanctum Jedi. She’d begun to calm down, but still wasn’t in the best of moods.

[member="Zef Halo"]

 

[Zef Halo]

"Looking good without the mascara, kid." Zef hovered above the water closely to where she was then gained more altitude to be further from her. "Get your self on the coast. Quickly."

The Mandalorian flew back to the cliff to pick up a heavy repeating blaster, highly underpowered since he did not really want to kill his daughter but one trained to save his life best when under unbelievable pressure and stress. With the beskar she was wearing, Zef mentally complimented her strength of being able to swim out. She had potential indeed but he had to sharpen her skills more. More than simply being able to not drown with the weight of beskar'gam. It was a dangerous galaxy out there.

Let's do this.

Adjusting his integrated targeting system on his helmet's HUD, Zef began a barrage of underpowered blaster fire around where she was. Halting for a moment when she would be a bit further from her curret position to fire a rocket from his wrist launcher at a rocky formation on the waterfall so rocks could tumble down. He would do that only when she was at a safer distance. It was all about the pressure. Especially for a Force user with beskar'gam and without the Force.

"Get moving, Joza or a rock might fall on your head." Zef yelled out as if truly meaning it. He had to break her mental safeguards That is how people learned, that is how Zef had learned.

Whenever she would reach the coast an obstacle course awaited her. Click

Spoiler: Info on the obstacle course

Throughout the obstacle course droids will be firing underpowered blasters with a below average aim skill at you and various explosions by Zef at a safer distance but enough for you to think its WW2, relentlessly.

• 1st Obstacle: 'Low Wall' - 3 meters high.
• 2nd Obstacle: Stepping Stones - Stones are moving. Non-venomous snakes are on the ground. Don't fall.
• 3rd Obstacle: Rubble - It is not ducking but crawling under a low voltage electric wire. Be careful.
• 4th Obstacle: Tunnel - Like a sewer pipe thats enough confined for you to crawl through. Some rats here and there.
• 5th Obstacle: Dodging Panels - Ignore the picture. Just a few panels to use as cover after being relentlessly hammered by a blaster machine gun. Underpowered blaster of course. You got beskar (heavy) as well but kinetic power and your face. Run and cover.
• 6th Obstacle: 'Low Rope' - 5 meters high, every 20 seconds an electric discharge through it. 5 meters climb on a rope under 20 seconds. Do it.
• 7th Obstacle: Ditch - 3 ditches landing on a steep slope, 2 meters long ditches. You can do it.
• 8th Obstacle: Corridor - a 7 meter long corridor of restricted height. Small rubble keeps falling from above, making you possibly believe the whole damn thing would fall on you. It won't but it damn sure seems like it would.
• 9th Obstacle: Balancing Bridge - 10 meters long. Don't forget about the droids that have kept firing upon you all these time.
• 10th Obstale: Window WindowS - Same as on the picture but 5 one after the other.
• 11th Obstacle: Apex Ladder: It goes 20 meters of height. Yeah, if you don't like heights. Too bad. It's steep. Oh and slippery.
• 12th Obstacle: Terrace: Top height is 9 meters. Then you got 2 blocks to jump to before finishing. The length to land on each is 4 meters.
• 13th Obstacle: Hug your dad ?

[member="Joza Perl"]

 

[Darth Metus]

Despite the fact that the Mandalorian was new to the whole "being a grandfather" bit, this was not the greeting he had in mind. Sure, Isley had no expectations about the ordeal, but to open up with such? That spoke volumes of what went on behind the closed doors of Deneve and her husband. Was it the fact that she was not born a Mandalorian that supposedly caused said opinion to form? Was it simply the fact that she had run off and got married without saying so much as a word? Bah. The reason behind the child's words were irrelevant, all that mattered was dispelling that sordid delusion.

"Little one, who your parents are has no bearing on my liking of you." he began. "You're my first grandchild, and a cute one at that! Of course I like you. Come, you must be hungry after that flight."

Rising, Isley reached out and took the youngling's hand in his own before leading the way out of the hangar and towards the Mess Hall. As they strode along the corridor, the aroma of fresh lunch would grow stronger and stronger. It was enough to make the Mandalorian's steps just a wee bit more eager.

"So, what sort of things have your folks told you about me?"

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