Dealing with Death Watch

[Olivia Dem'adas]

[member="Captain Larraq"]


Oliiva Dem'adas stood within her private chambers aboard a Keldabe-class Battleship, newly returned from Roche and orbiting Mandalore as part of a flotilla of Clan Dem'adas ships. The assault on Roche was over, as was the Death Watch assault on Mandalore. The woman wore a blue officer's uniform of her clan. Leather boots and a light flak jacket the only defensive protection on her body. Oddly, she felt more naked in the light armor than she did when she was truly without clothes.

Before her, shining bright in the light of a distant star, Mandalore spun slowly beneath her ship. Eyes locked on the sight of the spinning world, Olivia sipped at a glass of warm scotch and awaited the arrival of her brother.

With the thread of Death Watch upon their door, Olivia had recalled her younger brother to active duty within the Clan Dem'adas Navy.

 

[Captain Larraq]

Beskar-leather boots thudded against metal deck plates as Larraq approached his sister's quarters. The battle for Roche had been, more or less, as success. His fleet had held its own against the best the Republic had to offer and his tactics had secured a sound victory. By the time the rest of the fleet had arrived, the system was already in the hands of the mando'ade. All that was left for them to do was park on the system as a show of force and defiance, daring the Republic to try and take it back.

Unfortunately... The act had left Mandalore vulnerable to an attack that no one had seen coming. Death Watch came like a thief in the night, lashing out at the Mandalorian homeworld and stealing vast quantities of Beskar.

Larraq stopped walking. He stood silent and still at the threshold of Olivia's quarters. Solid durasteel door barred his path and offered him a moment to himself. Taking a deep breath, Larraq prepared himself for what was about to happen. Either Olivia would blame him for the Death Watch attack... Or she would blame herself. Either way, it was bad news for him.

At last, Larraq pressed a button and the door opened.

 

[Olivia Dem'adas]

By the time her little brother entered the room, Olivia was already two thirds of the way through her bottle of scotch. Drinking was usually an activity she engaged in with more moderation... But the events of the past few days had taken a tole on her that only a bottle could pay. They were both silent for a while. Olivia continued to stare out the window and upon the world below. Her brother stood at attention, waiting for her to acknowledge him. For once, he was being soldierly.

"You did good." Olivia said at last, not diverting her gaze from the window. Her tone was one of remorse, and a little of embarrassment. Sighing, Olivia set the glass down on the window sill and turned her attention upon her brother. Steel and anger slowly crept into her voice. "Which is why I need you for something special." She said as she stepped from the window and towards a set of comfortable looking chairs and couches arranged around a central table. Taking a seat upon the largest of the chairs, Olivia gestured for her brother to join her.

 

[Captain Larraq]

He stood at attention, solid and immobile as he waited for his sister. <She blames herself.> Larraq thought to himself as she addressed him.

Quietly, patiently, Larraq waited on Olivia. Of course she needed him for something special. Otherwise, he would not have been summoned, nor would he have been called back to active service with the Navy... an act that only went to show that his attendance at this meeting was not optional.

Larraq watched his sister as she took a seat, waiting for her to indicate that he should do the same. Even then, he hesitated a few more seconds before he took her up on the request.

It didn't feel right to see his sister like this. Not because she was willing to show vulnerability to him, but because he knew that something truly impressive and destructive would come next. It was just the way she was. If you hurt Olivia Dem'adas... She would not stop until she had hurt you worse.

 

[Olivia Dem'adas]

"I want you to infiltrate Death Watch." Olivia said at last as her younger brother took a seat opposite her. The look he flashed her was one part surprise, one part acceptance, and one part resentment. There had been a lot of tasks she had asked of him over the years, but this one... would be one of the most dangerous. For the both of them.

"But before you can attempt such a feat... You must look the part." Olivia said with a smile that was one part mischievous and one part alcohol. "In recognition for your service to the clan, the victories you have won, and your continued loyalties... I hold all of your standing oaths and depts paid in full."

A look of confusion crossed Rygel's face and Olivia could not help but to allow a small and feral grin to spread across her own. "I," Olivia began. "As Alor of Clan Dem'adas... authorize you to once again wear Beskar'gam."

 

[Captain Larraq]

"Under a condition." Larraq said as he eyed his sister.

The woman was up to something. As good as it felt to know that he would soon be able to wear the armor of his people once again, he knew her well enough to understand that this had more to do with herself than it did with him. She wanted him in armor, because she wanted him to break Death Watch like he broke Dromund Kaas. Someone, some how, had managed to royally embarrass Olivia Dem'adas and she would not rest until they had paid for it. Even if it meant sending her little brother into the front lines.

 

[Olivia Dem'adas]

"You'll need to develop a new suit of armor." Olivia began, leaning back in her chair and momentarily missing the glass of scotch she had left by the window. "One that is custom designed to combat the threat of Death Watch. A suit of Beskar'gam that offers absolute lethality to even those in Beskar'kandar."

She watched her younger brother's face as she said this. She saw in his eyes that he was already working the angles. The technicalities, the details, the specifics, the... technology that would be required to complete the task she had laid out for him. Olivia could watch as his beautiful mind raced to cover every angle. "And whatever you make." Olivia said at last, "You will make for me as well."

He need not know that her old suit of Beskar'gam had been stolen and she had been forced to wage battle with Death Watch from within the confines of a Myrkava Tank... What mattered is that the new suit of armor she acquired be custom tailored to wipe the floor with any Death Watch scum that stood in her way.