Cin Vhetin [Mandalorians]

[Mia Monroe]

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I have tagged everyone in the faction. If i have tagged you and you have opted to join Death Watch, get out of the faction you are not welcome anymore. If you are undecided, you are welcome to attend. If you have any intention of attempting to kill or arrest Mia... Kark off. You had your chance.

If i have not tagged you, and you wish to be a part of this war and join Mia's side, please pm me.

Mia was careful not to make the same mistake twice, well, almost. So soon after his birth, she was unable to leave her son behind unable to have him anywhere but close. He slept soundly in the birikad, and Mia rested a hand on his tiny head, thumb stroking the fine black hair on his scalp.

Her helmet clipped to her belt, she’d put out a quieter call to those she thought we able to listen rather than shoot, those who could see the sense behind her actions. There were not many, but there were enough and more would come. More would come because Ra’s return was unnatural, because it raised many questions in those who were not blindly loyal.

Ordo walked with her, as they picked their way through the rubble moving in the shadows, each watching for signs of attacks. She could feel his eyes glaring disapprovingly at the back of her head at every opportunity. In fact she’d been certain he was going to slap her when she told him to take them back to the city. But he did all the same. They’d gone via her own ship, cloaked and just at Keldabe’s outskirts for her to get the rest of her armour.

She’d opted for the ruins of the Oyu’baat this time, easier to defend if they were attacked, though she believed with Ra throwing his weight about in Sundari she was fairly certain that any attack would be to capture and bring her to him.

Ra liked to conduct his own executions.

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[Not Ordo]

He wore old black armor that was mostly mismatched from a dozen other sets and repainted. The scratches and dents showed various other dull colors beneath. A thick cloak sat over his shoulders made of strips of cloth that were sewn to a solid piece underneath. He had just got in and sat at the bar. He sipped ale through the straw on his helmet and kept a close eye on his HUD. He didn't think he should be here. Not after what he did at Sundari. Word would spread they would mark his armor and ship. He had forced himself to ditch both when he dropped from the ship and exited Sundari via the sewers. They would follow the ship to Concord Dawn if he was lucky.

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He knew the place was a ruin but the bar still stood and he found a mostly intact chair to sit on. His MX-1 Sniper Rifle sat beside him and that was all he really needed anymore. The galaxy would balance out the rest.

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[Kaveh Garshasp]

The Oyu'baat.

Many a long day found their end here for many Mandalorians before the Great Burning. Now it was a massive heap of wood, durasteel, and permacrete. Luckily the liquor somehow survived and the old man that had been running this place since before he came to the Mandalorians had been passing out drinks and rations to those Mandalorians brave enough to help dig through the rubble of Keldabe. He wondered then, why did this old man, so dedicated to his little bar, allow the woman who burned his livelihood to the ground in his home?

He was one of the few truly old Mandalorians. Unable to fight, but still willing to he was likely one of the oldest Mandalorians on the planet, accounting for age variance between species. Either way, Kresh happily took his pint and took a seat on boulder of permacrete near what used to be the bar. The small gathering of Mandalorians was growing restless. Was this going to turn into an all out brawl again? Either way, he would be here to find out.

"Why'd you call us here Jare?" Someone called from the crowd. Not exactly an insult, but accurate considering the contempt so many Mandalorians held for her and her child.

It seemed it was time to get things rolling.

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[Arla Ordo]

The oyu'baat this had been one of the first places she had come when she finally arrived on Mandalore. Looking at it the knots in her stomach were tightening up her mind was twisting over everything that she had learned in the last few days.

Mia had been the one that had brought all over this about on Mandalore. Arla had asked Verz if he had known how all of this had happened and he said he knew nothing. What would he think if he knew that Mia, his friend, his confidant had been responsible. What he be as twisted over all of this as she was?

Arla made Avrum stay with Rianna was was treating everyone who came in at the Medical Center. This would give Arla the freedom she needed if she wanted to ask questions. But what good would it do? She remembered Mia's message calling everyone home.

But then there was something else too, rumors that Ra had been seen. If that didn't make a head spin no one would...where had he been?

She had supported Ra when he came because he promised to unite the Clans. He did and she called him Mand'alor.

But now here was Mia, she had been Mand'alor at one time. She had burned the only home down that she had ever know, and she was a member of her clan....she didn't know whether to hug her or slap her.

But for now...while she tried to figure out what she herself could live with, she would listen....

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[H3xle]

Vila's eyes remained on the child.

She was aware of her surroundings, but the sole reason she was in these surroundings was the child. He was a symbol for all of her hopes, of her desire to be able to be Mandalorian without the weight of guilt her parents' status laid upon her. The child was the son of one who many reviled, yet some understood. Vila neither reviled the woman, nor understood. Mandalore had never been her home, had never been anything besides a dim star in a cloud of stars on the horizon.

Yet, here she stood. On the soil of Manda'yaim, boots pushing into ash and rubble.

Vila's eyes remained on the child.

"Why'd you call us here Jare?"

Her hemet looked up, breaking her eye contact with the child for the first time since she arrived. First she looked at Mia, then to Kresh. Her arms crossed over her chest, and her hip cocked out to the side. If her hemet had been transparent, her eyebrow would be seen arcing up to her red hair.

"Gar mirdir gar miit jarkiv." She began. "Ni aalar gar miit jaro."

She paused a moment, staring at the man, then turned back to the child. She remained aware of her surroundings.

Vila's eyes remained on the child.

The symbol of every possibility she wanted.

 

[Mia Monroe]

Mia chuckled. "Jare, eh?" she tilted her head "Fitting, I'll give you that."

She straightened up. "I didn't come here to ask for your forgiveness, I don't deserve it. Nor did I come out of the shadows to simply bow and let you remove my head for it. I'll pay for my sins, by rebuilding this planet and by rebuilding you. The term Mand'alor translates in basic to 'Sole Ruler' but I don't want to rule you. This was never about power or a title, this was always about leading. This is about standing with you, beside you for as long as you allow me to so that I may pay my dues."

She looked down at her son, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips as he squirmed. She looked back up. Her face grim and set.


"Ra Vizsla is risen. He's recalled the Death Watch, they gather and Sundari."

She let the news sink in for those who did not know it. "I know death, for I've risen before, but I have that gift within me. Ra does not. Ra does not have the force, so before you flock to the former Mand'alor, ask yourself How? and Why?" She paused, licking her her lips. "He has declared war on me and mine, and i intend to fight him with every fibre of me being."

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[Kaveh Garshasp]

"Hmm...Sundari. A good location. Its biodome kept the worst of the heat and ash from getting in, even if it was damaged. The city itself is older for sure but...Its in much better shape than Keldabe."
Mandalorians murmured throughout the Oyubaat. What did this mean? Were they now in his warpath, caught in the crosshairs again because of Mia? Warriors shifted uneasily throughout the broken bar.

Kresh nodded and set his pint on a dusty box. "But why then did you call us here if not to ask for forgiveness?" He had his doubts about Ra, but he doubted he was risen from the grave. He had fought Risen before, during the Dark Harvest, and he had fought Sith Spawn in the Sith-Mandalorian war and Ra seemed like neither.

"Give us something." He didn't much enjoy Ra's rule. Plenty of unnecessary blood was spilled during his crusade. His news channel had to limit what thye covered of the battles. The Battle of Kashyyk was one of the worst he had seen, not because of the blood, but because of how his brothers and sisters fought. It was a slaughter.

He didn't want that again, but Mia was making it hard.

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[Not Ordo]

Kal continued to sip his drink through a straw and checked Monroe's location in his HUD. It could be so quick if he wanted. He was there she was there. He had already shot one Mand'alor, why not a second? Maybe he could find a few more "Sole Rulers" running around and shoot them too. It was always an option. He slowly slid his hand down his chest toward his knife but paused half way. His hand went to his buy'ce and popped the dented bucket off.

He wasn't pretty. Not like this anyway, but he felt the need to drink faster so he poured more booze from his canteen into his field cup and chugged it down before refilling. He peeked a Sayne, and Balor over his shoulder and scratched his thick beard, they made them pretty around here, if you liked that sort of thing.

He kept quiet.

He wanted to hear what they had to say.

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[H3xle]

Vila's eyes strayed from the child once again, moving up to his mother.

"You don't want the title or the power." She spoke through the annunciator on her buy'ce, not being one to trust so readily. "Good. Now prove it. Each of us here likely sees something wrong with Ra or his leadership, or we're just more interested in listening to you than trying to kill you like the hut'uun at your last gathering tried."

She looked around at those assembled, they weren't the most impressive lot of Mandalorians, but anyone who discounted even a single Mandalorian was often one whose life ended rather quickly. She took it slow, then moved her head back to Mia, looking her in the eyes.

"Ra has called the death watch, and anyone who doesn't toe his line is likely going to be targeted. What is your plan for resisting him?" She didn't have much faith in Mia, but her parents had taught her the history of her people, and she didn't like what Death Watch itself stood for. She wouldn't likely make herself welcome in such a crowd.

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[Arla Ordo]

Arla was listening and none of this settled well with her. She shook her head yes she was interested in that grand plan.

She shifted slightly her thoughts trying to focus on all of this. on..war.

She had to weigh what was happening and think it through she wasn't a rabid strill that ran around killing because someone pointed her at a target.

Mia blew up Mandalore...well started all the eruptions that killed thousands of men, women and children. Children. They had all just put their lives out there to save her child she didn't think about the endless thousands she was killing when she set off her plan. Cleansing..to begin again...REALLY??? She and Avrum had been planet Ordo at the time just out of sheer luck. Otherwise they could have been among the dead.

Death Watch...there was a whole new ball of confusion. Everything they had ever taught her since her arrival on Mandalore was that Death Watch was bad, stay away from Death Watch. Easiest way to be dar'manda was to be death watch. So how could this be good?

And now Ra also really wanted to be Sole Ruler, as in Emperor style do as i say or pay the price.

yeah was this again the thing she wanted to bring Avrum up in? It wasn't what she wanted, no. But how do you fight for two wrongs?

She had come to Mandalore with nothing except the dragon souls when Arrbi found her. Maybe she was meant to leave with nothing except what she came with. She could sell a dragon soul (dragon pearl) and from what she had been told live comfortably.

Arla looked over to Mia....they have saved her child that was what Arla had been most concerned about....so now why stay?

 

[Mia Monroe]

Mia's eyes settled first on Kresh and then on Vila. What was her plan? What could she give them? She chewed the questions over in her mind.

"I offer cin vhetin. A clean slate to all mandalorians. No discrimination against who or what they are. Whatever atrocities they have committed, I forgive."

Manda knows, they'd need people who could do the worst, the faint hearted would not survive the blood bath coming.

"I recognise all clan Alor's and will hear them speak on any and all issues that we face. Rebuilding Manda'yaim and restoring our strength will require all of us, not just me. As for Ra...."

She pursed her lips. "I plan to find out why he has returned to life, and who brought him back. And I plan to fight him with every fibre of my being. You want more than that? I can't give it to you, till all cards are on the table and I know what I'm up against."

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[Not Ordo]

He took a sip as he pondered the situation. He wasn't much for sitting idle despite his belief in The Balance. He was built for espionage. His kind had always been gifted hunters, stalkers of prey. Which side offered him the most prey? That was his biggest concern.

He drained his field cup, collapsed it and took a pull from his canteen of ale. What to do?

"I shot Ra." He said in a tone so matter of fact he could have been talking about the weather.

He took another drink and moved his hand closer to his rifle, just in case, before clipping his buy"ce to his belt.


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[Kiyron]

Rubble crunched beneath his boots as he stepped into the ruined bar. He didn't think he'd ever been there before the planet got messed up. Even as an adopted Mandalorian, it had mostly been the other side of the galaxy, with the Dreadguard Fett clones who had initially adopted him as part of their clan. And honestly, he had never really gotten around to spending time on the world.

He took a seat and studied the group. He'd caught the gist of their conversation as he entered.

"I'm with you," he said. "And clan Tabalhar with me. Ra and his crusaders..." He shook his head, face hidden beneath the helmet. "It goes against our purpose."

He raised a cup in half salute. There were other reasons, of course. As an SIS operative, he had a mission to fulfill, often without the knowledge or authorization of the Alliance. Certainly without them knowing. He was a roaming operative, of course, and could do what he thought best. In this case, the rise of an authoritarian, brutal Mandalorian regime was the opposite of what they needed. No good could come of such thing.