Aranar Skirata
Character
Aranar sighed at the paperwork you wouldn't think two dozen odd people could accumulate this much resources let alone this much paperwork as he looked through the logistics, ammo, food, datapads, repair kits they all cost credits and they all had to have records of it. Normally Mandalorians prided themselves on being self sufficient each paying their own way and pulling their own weight and for the most part they did, but Aranar had learnt during his time in the Galactic Alliance Marines that a unit ran on it's logistics so he had catalogued each individual Mandalorians gear and capabilities in the hopes of forming something resembling a cohesive unit.
Mandalorians were fine fighters, their galaxy wide reputation spoke to that. They were the only force regularly spoken of in the same breath as Jedi and Sith, but a Mandalorian Clan wasn't an organised military unit.
As Alor Aranar was trying to figure out how to balance the Mandalorian way, with the need for a cohesive unit and just a home for his Clan. Aranar had put the word out that any straggling members of Clan Skirata who didn't want to join the mad Neo Crusaders were to meet them here. It was a nameless barren moon. With their Corvette not far away. Kane was training his fledgling Mandalorian Protectors, while Oya had gone 'hunting' though what he would find on this barren rock Aranar was sure he didn't know. As for Udesiir he was either reading quietly or meditating somewhere.
All the effort they had gone through to get back together again and once again every time they had a chance to stop, regroup, spend time together. Each brother was off doing their own thing. Aranar sighed not that he was any better. Here he was complaining about a lack of quality time and he was reading over reports of supplies. Karabas but Mandalorians could eat through their reserves.
He might have to put them on campaign rations. They were after all adrift with no place to call home, times were lean. Despite that Aranar hoped that more would come. When he started he had thought it would just be him and his brothers. Now they had Several squads and more arrived everyday.
Aranar nodded in satisfaction more would come. Although sooner or later they might have to get an even bigger ship then the one they had.
"Alor another Mandoade has arrived. He's asked to see you."
Laphisto
Mandalorians were fine fighters, their galaxy wide reputation spoke to that. They were the only force regularly spoken of in the same breath as Jedi and Sith, but a Mandalorian Clan wasn't an organised military unit.
As Alor Aranar was trying to figure out how to balance the Mandalorian way, with the need for a cohesive unit and just a home for his Clan. Aranar had put the word out that any straggling members of Clan Skirata who didn't want to join the mad Neo Crusaders were to meet them here. It was a nameless barren moon. With their Corvette not far away. Kane was training his fledgling Mandalorian Protectors, while Oya had gone 'hunting' though what he would find on this barren rock Aranar was sure he didn't know. As for Udesiir he was either reading quietly or meditating somewhere.
All the effort they had gone through to get back together again and once again every time they had a chance to stop, regroup, spend time together. Each brother was off doing their own thing. Aranar sighed not that he was any better. Here he was complaining about a lack of quality time and he was reading over reports of supplies. Karabas but Mandalorians could eat through their reserves.
He might have to put them on campaign rations. They were after all adrift with no place to call home, times were lean. Despite that Aranar hoped that more would come. When he started he had thought it would just be him and his brothers. Now they had Several squads and more arrived everyday.
Aranar nodded in satisfaction more would come. Although sooner or later they might have to get an even bigger ship then the one they had.
"Alor another Mandoade has arrived. He's asked to see you."
