Destiny | Mandalorian Clans Dominion of Azure Hex

[Cathul Thuku]

Location: Azure
Post: 17/38
Allies: Mandalorian Clans
Enemies: N/A
Objective: Rebuild the abandoned base

For the time being, she was the governor of Azure. Cathul would have never imagined that ruling over a planet with no other inhabitants in it would have rendered it vulnerable to Republican treachery, but because of the strained relationship between the Republic and the Clans as of late, and the only "voice of reason" among this rabid clan, she is conflicted. On the one hand, she was responsible for making thousands of vode better in their heads so that they could fight again, on the other hand, the Republic has had a much, much better track record in public health in general. She was originally an aruetii, but chose to practice in Mando-land because the lure of easy patients brought her here. She has angered many, many a patient as of late, forcing reschedules due to her busy clan business as an alor'ad, she decided not to take part in an upcoming attack on Kashyyyk. She only held grudges against the Sith factions, and not against the Republic, because she understands that the atrocities of war can lead to the deaths of civilians, if only as collateral damage.

"May the Alor'e Council punish me for this, but I have to be open-minded about this. I understand that only generous terms would make me betray the Clans"

"That's very intriguing: who, among the Republican Jedi structure, could detect your presence on this rogue planet?"

"[member="Jack Raxis"] is a likely mole. Otherwise it had to be an external Jedi"

"Roger, roger..."

 

[Asher]

Location: Cartao
Allies: [member="Mira Rekali"], [member="Vilaz Munin"]
Enemies: shortly.avi
Mentioned: N/A
Post count: 1

He really wasn’t the most typical mandalorian around, and perhaps a huge part of him was having some issues getting settled in full with Team Mandalore in general, but this was the family he had and he knew that he would be a fool to just brush it aside. Ilum, his mother having been a jedi and the brief period of anti-forcer sentiment. He wasn’t affected, but it most certainly had worried him for a while before he decided to just go for it. Rekali was his name, his clan and right now that carried a lot more meaning than it did when he was far younger than he already was. Officially he was here as backup, not to help much with anything, but to kind of learn the ropes. He knew the language and understood the core concept of what it meant to be a part of the culture that he was part of, but… Something inside him still wasn’t used to it.

After all, holding a rifle — which wasn’t anything new to him by any means — was still a whole other world when compared to tending crops with the former agricorps.

It was Mira who had inherited the magical force sensitivity. Aton had not, or well, not to the same degree. Still, he wasn’t particularly bitter for it. If anything it made things just a little more easier. No balance acts, no ‘corruption’ beyond that of the kind that stuffed your wallets. His ideals were his own and reflected what he cared for, not what some code had told him to value. He liked that. Not following any code, other than that of the resol’nare and what-have-you.

Aton had followed Vilaz around for a while now but he hadn’t said much. Instead he observed, tried to learn what it meant to be a ‘true’ Mandalorian and understand it. Who was better for that than one of the four head honchos? Not many.

The director asked a question, Aton looked at him and then Munin wondering what would happen next.

“I don’t know if ‘investigate’ is the word I would use.” Aton piped up for the first time in what felt like an hour. “It all depends on the treatment we get and the sights we see, really.”

 

[Lok Xiangu]

Location: Velmor
People: [member="Briika Tor"], [member="3X744"]
Post: 14

The two boys raced each other in whatever direction they were heading at which would either have a stream of water waiting for them or just plain nothing due to the Munin's silliness. If he was not still high as feth, then he'd know how to locate it and head towards it. Like his adopted father, the boy knew how to hunt and survive in the wild; however, those skills wouldn't come to use while he was in the state that he was in at the moment.

And by the looks of it, it seemed that Three and Lok were heading off to nowhere and not nearing the river stream.

Suddenly his commlink rang which caused the teenager to trip again and fall onto the hard terrain of Velmor. "Ow," the boy said, somewhat realizing he received a minor concussion from his fall. Bree could hear this through their commlink which would no doubt have her react in a worrisome manner since he was the son of Vilaz, Bree's significant other, and her future stepson. At least the concussion got made him come to some sense with reality, but his coordination was going to be messed up for a while. This was a really bad spot for both Lok and Three since there was that bear lurking around in these woods of the mountain they were camping on.

 

[Davon Karr]

Gone.

Davon stepped forward carefully. Nothing was moving. The hostages were all on the ground, hands behind their heads. They were scattered around the room, but a quick count suggested there couldn't be many more individuals left than there were hostages. Assuming all the hostages were still alive of course.

Step by step he made his way forwards, flanked by his vod. His used his eye sensor, voice commands and hand gestures to direct them to check every possible angle.

"It's clear," someone whispered.

"There's another corridor back out, but its sealed."

"All hostages accounted for."

"Cloning tanks are empty."

Davon kept his rifle up, but stood next to the displays. Someone had been using this tank for a weeks now.

SUBJECT STABLE​

​

EJECTION COMPLETE​

 

[Briika Munin]

Velmor; Tol Velmoc Mountains
Camping with Munin Clan cadets (I could use a shot of Tihaar right about now lol)
[member="Lok Munin"] [member="3X744"]
Gear in bio
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Briika had stopped briefly to read the holotext that had been sent back from [member="Vilaz Munin"] where he was on Cartao at the cloning facility. The messages were starting to heat up in their content. She had never done this kind of texting before. It was exciting yet rather embarrassing especially if ever anyone read them. This was all private stuff that the two coveted.

The battle medic just had sent back a quick message with another sweet nothing that would leave the man going hmmm when she heard Lok over the comlink. It sounded as if he was hurt. Briika immediately went into Mando mother mode with a side of medic using the sensors in her HUD to locate the young Munin.. and of courser the teenager and the clone boy were no where near where she'd sent them. Figures?!

[ Stay where you are, Lok. I'm on my way. DON'T MOVE! ] Bree keyed over the comms as she sprinted through the forested area towards the location he was triangulated to.

[ Keep talking to me… Three, Four, are you with him?]

 

[Ra Vizsla]

K H O R M


Posts: 16

[member="Draco Vereen"] | [member="Caspian Rekali"] | [member="Ginnie Ordo"]​

Ra continued in the direction of the ride. He wondered what kind of spaceship it was, what kind of technology this girl who used the Force possessed. It was a strange thing to meet a fellow Mandalorian on this barren world so far out here in the cold, albeit fortunate. Still Ra wondered if she had watched the whole thing. He took a bite of his deer that he was carrying with him. The Iron Wolf had room in his stomach for plenty, his metabolism was like a rocket. And he was very much looking forward to this dinner.

"So what will we be eating," he asked, unable to stave off his own curiosity much longer.

He dropped the deer meat on the ground, wiping his hands on his wolf cloak.

"I'm famished."

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Location: Azure
Post: 18/38
Allies: Mandalorian Clans
Enemies: N/A
Objective: Rebuild the abandoned base

The Republic and the Clans were at odds one another. Although Clan Lok was to join the crusade against the Republic, unfortunately Cathul couldn't - yet she mustn't say a thing about how she approached the entire deal. How she feels towards the Republic - the Sith factions are at a greater risk than the Republic as far as she knew it and yet Darth Banshee betrayed the Clans. She was the main person through whom the therapy and perhaps a Crusade would be the right time to appeal for more mental health resources, knowing that the survivors of a Crusade would surely sustain psychological damage, something the Mandalorian Emperor on Echoy'la never understood. And Echoy'la was a backwater world, for which she received confirmation from the Crusader government that there was no therapist there, not even some charlatan; he was incredulous that there would even be a Mando shrink looking for a beskar'gam. For now the Clinic is temporarily relocated to Azure until a replacement governor can be found, leaving Mandalore prey to the charlatan therapists that roamed its surface unchecked.

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ATTN: Clan Lok

It's unfortunate but until a proper government structure can be put in place on Azure, I will abstain from taking part in any crusade so that the transition of power on this mostly uninhabited oceanic world would be seamless. Nevertheless, rest assured that I won't enter negotiations with the Republic regarding Azure until after the fate of Kashyyyk has been resolved.

Her Grace Cathul Thuku
Acting governor of Azure

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[Vilaz Munin]

Location: Cartao
Allies: [member="Aton Rekali"], [member="Mira Rekali"]
Enemies: soon.jpg
Mention: [member="Briika Tor"]
Objective: Investigate
Post: 15

That particular musical tone which indicated that Bree had responded his holotext message once again. He honestly felt like a teenager doing this, but he didn't care at all. Vilaz also didn't care if what he was going was considered rude to the Umbaran director of the Cartao Cloning Facility, since he never gave a single damn on what a foreigner thought of him. The only opinions and thought he truly cared about were those of Bree, Lok, his clan, and the rest of the Mandalorians. The rest could go off the hell.

The Akaan read the message and noticed that the style and content of his and Bree's messages were starting to heat up, and Vilaz wanted to continue that atmosphere with his beloved. The Cuir Rekr began composing another message to his significant other which was full of loving, exciting, and teasing content that he knew the golden blonde would enjoy reading and then sent the message to her. After that, he had his mind back to the task that he was facing now.

The Rekali Clansmen, Aton, had spoken in which the Munin was fine and okay with. Vilaz didn't feel superior than the rest of his fellow brothers and sisters, and he would always allow those sharing their opinion in a situation like this. That being said, the Alor appreciated what Aton had to say and fully agreed with his words.

"What my fellow brother said. If we like what we see and receive full cooperation from you, then there's nothing to fear about and you will be allowed to continue whatever work you're doing. But if you do something that I don't like, then we're going to strip everything down until we check every corner of this facility. You got that?"

 

[The End Narrator]

Location: Cartao
Allies: [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Aton Rekali"]
Enemies: None
Post count: 3

Mira remained silent.

An unusual trait, especially for her.

She simply observed the actions of her brother and Alor Munin before returning back to reflection. There was internal conflict within her, there was no doubt about it. She idly chewed on a piece of Namana candy, hoping to get that euphoric sensation from the exotic fruit blend. She was lucky enough to have found a vendor on one of the journeys with the Clans who had managed to find a way to limit the addictive side-effects and enhance the euphoria from the fruit.

And he somehow managed to package it into a very flavorful gum.

She was drawn back to reality as she watched through her buy’ce at the events unfolding, the grilling of the Director, her uncomfortable brother and the ever direct nature of Alor Munin. She could sense the overwhelming nervousness from the Umbaran, her crimson eyes gazing over him before turning her attention back to the wall.

“He didn’t wash his hands…” She spoke up, causing the attention to shift briefly to her.

She’d casually glance to the side, propping herself against the wall, bringing a foot up to rest against it as well. A hand would rise up as she examined her glove idly while chewing the gum audibly. “Filthy hands tell a lot about a person – especially when they exit the refresher.” She brushed her hands together before shooting another casual glance back towards the trio.

“Filthy hands, filthy habits – ten to one odds that not everything is on the up and up.” She shrugged lightly, once more gazing back at the wall. “I don’t need the Force to tell me that.”

 

[Hira Mitsae]

Location: Cartao, Facility.
Allies: [member="Mira Rekali"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Aton Rekali"]
Enemies: N/A
[1/35]

Eli wasn't in the office.

It was simple math, he ain't the best when it comes to diplomacy, so he stayed outside. The last thing the Mandalorians needed was his crushgaunt breaking fingers, until the Umbaran decided to cooperate... that came later, if the director was being uncooperative. In the meanwhile Rekali leaned against the wall outside the office, his red visor taking in the sights.

About three minutes ago the activity around the office had suddenly increased. That was two minutes after they formally entered the premises and started talking to the Umbaran.

If Elijah had been a paranoid individual - who was he kidding? His personality consisted of paranoia and grump in equal measures, he pushed and manipulated a few controls around his HUD with his chin, establishing a secure commlink with Vilaz. Good man, hard man. He killed and captured without complicating things with 'emotions'.

Good friend.

"Got activity here, vod." Elijah calmly relayed without making any overt physical movements. "Don't have to be anything, but ya never know, ya feel?"

In the corner of Vilaz's HUD he would receive a copy of the sudden movements of the workers.

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Location: Cartao
Allies: [member="Mira Rekali"], [member="Aton Rekali"], [member="Elijah Rekali"]
Enemies: soon.jpg
Post: 16

The female Rekali spoke up and talked in a weird, strange, and mysterious manner. Then again, these were Rekalis and a lot of odd and voodoo stuff came from that respectable clan which was full of witches and warlocks. Those in the room looked at Mira and began to riddle what she was speaking of. Something about having dirty hands and not washing them. Was she hinting that there was something peculiar going on with this pale Umbaran and the operations of this facility? Something that Vilaz wouldn't like and immediately clean this complex from whatever nasty and horrid experiments these cloners were doing.

The Akaan took in thought of Mira's words and returned his attention to the Umbaran. He knew that with these types of people they deceived their way to get what they wanted, and were able to detect the lies of others; however, no lies would be detected here today and the Akaan would question every word said by the director.

Suddenly, Elijah, a good friend of Vilaz's, relayed him a message via a secure commlink about some strange activity. A copy of what Elijah saw was on the corner of his HUD and the Munin began to analyze it. It did seem a bit strange and alerting, but he didn't want to jump on the gun right now.

"Keep on being vigilant, Elijah. I think we're on to something," Vilaz said to Elijah in their secured commlink, making sure he was muted so that the director wouldn't hear.

"Is there something you wanna get off of your chest, director? Maybe clean your hands a little? That wouldn't hurt, now would it," the Alor of Clan Munin asked him in a dominating tone.

"Me? Nonsense, I'm an honorable man that has nothing to hide. All we do is just make cloning tubes and, obviously, attend to our clients' needs of cloning. Nothing more and nothing less which is something I assure to you, Mister Munin."

 

[Ra Vizsla]

K H O R M


Posts: 17

[member="Draco Vereen"] | [member="Caspian Rekali"] | [member="Ginnie Ordo"]​

Fast forwarding to Ginnie Ordo's house, the group of Draco, Caspian, Ginnie, and her family were eating dinner.

Ra dived into his plate of food.

"This is fantastic grub," Ra said, ravishing his plate of any chance of leftovers. Crumbs and spots of food were left in his beard. Ra wasn't one for table manners, he wasn't very good at holding his composure when feasting. The goliath had a large metabolism, after all, and sought to appease it. Ra's stomach grumbled loud enough and seemingly shook the table. Except it wasn't shaking due to the noise, Ra was just repositioning himself and had accidentally hit the table with his knee. He looked up at everyone. "Sorry," Ra said, though it didn't sound like he really meant it.

There was only one thing in this room Ra currently cared about, and that was the plate of food in front of him.

That, and the jawa juice he was sipping from.

"You guys are quiet," the Iron Wolf muttered.

 

[Blackthorne]

Khorm
Ginnie Ordo's House


The entry walk to the house was quiet save for the sounds of two sets of boots and a set of claws scraping against stone. Melfa was not necessarily in charge of the extraction team but she just so happened to be the biggest one on it. When the time came to choose who would knock on the door ... well, the odds were best that it be the dragon.

Melfa did not regret this decision. On the contrary she quite looked forward to meeting the Iron Wolf simply because it wasn't often she could look another eye-to-eye without having to tip her head down to do it. A beast of a man, they called him. Not a man at all, said others. It mattered little to Melfa for she was no man either.

A few steps from the front door she caught the smell of a delicious feast on the air. Forked tongue flickering for a sample, Melfa's armored tail swept forward.

KLONK
KLONK

[member="Ra Vizsla"]

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Location: Azure
Post: 19/38
Allies: Mandalorian Clans
Enemies: N/A
Objective: Rebuild the abandoned base

"Begin drafting the plans for a new clinic here on Azure"

"What, are you crazy?"

"I think we might have a chance to finally get our requests heard: previous administrations refused to provide us with the necessary resources for these sorts of things. While previous administrations granted physical therapists, occupational therapists, audiologists, speech-language pathologists and other baat'kayshe resources, there is one thing they never, ever got around to doing before Ra Vizsla entered the equation: mental health"

"All right... I'll give him a chance on the dossier"

"If these requests are granted, I can set up shop on Azure"

That operation wasn't space-hungry in the slightest. Doesn't take that much more room than the installation in Keldabe she called the Mandalore Psychology Clinic, she could re-use the same rustic equipment or very similar equipment to furnish her clinic on Azure. But a mental health clinic, by itself, was insufficient. If she was to re-populate Azure, she needed to make sure the basic infrastructure was there for the residents: 1 each of the professions she just named, and herself as the planet's therapist. A few hundred residents would probably be there at first glance, but that's going to be limited if Azure's resources ended up being just about seafood. Heck, it was mostly about seafood. A small medical center, a refueling stop for those spacers, a market, a police station, a fire station, she wanted Azure's capital (and only city) to have the infrastructure necessary to function as a planetary capital.

 

[The End Narrator]

Location: Cartao
Allies: [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Aton Rekali"] | [member="Elijah Rekali"]
Enemies: None
Post count: 4

Mira felt something.

A tremor within the Force.

A familiar sensation that tugged at her, causing her to stir. She pushed off the wall and looked around the office through the visor, her heartbeat accelerating slowly.

If she could feel it, Aton would feel it.

There was no doubt that lingering essence was maternal, but that wasn’t possible, as the woman who gave birth to her and Aton was dead. Mira said nothing, instead she moved. She moved passed the conversing Alor and the Director, looking around the office for secret stashes or perhaps a hidden cabinet. There was something lingering – something that belonged to her mother.

She was certain.

Mira felt the tension slowly rising as she moved about, hands coming up to a rather expensive looking holo-portrait.

“You sure do fancy yourself, huh?” She muttered before grabbing hold of the frame and ripping it free from the wall in a shower of sparks and scattering debris. With a grunt, she tossed the pieces aside, turning back to stare at the safe before her and then back to the Umbaran.

“Open it.” Her tone was as cold as the nights on Ilum. Mira was beyond the strange words and assumptions of this being’s behavior; she knew he was hiding something – atleast in this office.

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

"How Do You Say "S'mores" in Mando'a?" | Post 11 of 30​

[member="Lok Munin"] | [member="Briika Tor"]​

THE PLANET
V E L M O R
TOL VERMOC MOUNTAINS

Three had run ahead, so he honestly had no idea what had happened.

He heard Lok say 'ow' and, when the young clone had looked back, realized that the older boy had fallen down. Then BB-4 was rolling down toward him, beeping and chirping all over the place. And then he had the Briika lady calling at him from over the comm.

"Yes..." the boy answered, starting to talk to Briika through the comm.

"No..." he said next, with the comm still open, as he tried to make sense out of the panicked droidspeak from the astromech. "...wait, what?"

BB-4 waddled from side to side, giving a warbling series of bleeps and boops.

"Bear?" the Mandalorian child uttered, as though uncertain he'd translated that last part correctly. "What bear?"

A rumbling sound, like thunder on the horizon, caused the hair to stand up on the back of the small boy's neck. The sound of leaves rustling was punctuated by twigs snapping under a great weight. The foliage swept aside, to reveal the large form of a brown bear. Teeth bared, the animal gave a ferocious roar.

Oh. That bear.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Khorm
[member="Ra Vizsla"] [member="Ginnie Ordo"] [member="Caspian Rekali"] [member="Melfa Exmoore"]
[Post still less than 38]

"My inner monologue is very active." Draco said in retort as he finished his plate of food. It was alright, nothing like the cooking from Alderaan Faith was getting him used to. Still, it was better than field rations. Faith was probably getting a little worried about him, but if she focused on her ring she would be able to sense or get the feeling that he was okay. And she had better be okay.

Draco smiled at Ginnie, "Thank you for having us." He said, setting the plate down upon the table with the utensils on it. The Servant Droid would be around to clear the table in short order and clean up no doubt. Everyone had one where he stayed, and the palace had made some commodities in life so natural to him that he didn't even notice them. The warlord remembered his rags to riches story, but it was a long time ago, and he had lived with nothing long enough to know what that was like. He could rough it, but if he had the choice, he wasn't about to easily.

Sometimes his clan felt a little dejected, as they focused on returning to their hardworking roots, intentionally giving up many of life's comforts for hardwork, building with thier own hands and their own sweat, and he sat in a palace, making love to a princess every night. Some of the older ones understood her current condition, and could see that it wouldn't be like that forever, but not all were that wise.

Klonk.
Klonk.

<Our ride.> Draco thought to himself as he stood and made his way to the door. It wasn't his house, but he wasn't much for polite and courteous. He was capable of it to some degree, but he often took offers of 'make yourself at home' seriously enough. Draco opened the door and leaned back to look at what was in front of him...

<I'm gonna ride that dragon.>

 

[Davon Karr]

Davon’s eyes slowly open. One blink at a time he found consciousness and gained some awareness of his surroundings. The t-shaped visor of a mandalorian helm was lying on the ground right in front of him. It was his own helmet.

Waves of awareness brought waves of pain. Mostly constrained to the space between his ears. He started to recall what had happened. They’d heard escape pods launching. He’d run for them, leapt through the doors before they closed with his rifle raised. Then darkness.

Damnit old man, you should know better by now.

Armour was brilliant. It did approximately the square root of nothing against concussion. Someone must have hit him across the back of the head with something.

“I took the liberty of removing you weapons and the power packs from your armour,” came a deep voice. As Davon’s hearing returned and the high pitch whine subsided, he could hear the pod moving through the ocean of Cartoa.

 

[Ra Vizsla]

K H O R M


Posts: 18

[member="Draco Vereen"] | [member="Caspian Rekali"] | [member="Ginnie Ordo"] | [member="Melfa"]​

Mand'alor stood up, startled, which such force that it flipped the table.

The table would land atop Ginnie Ordo.

Ooo, that's awkward, Ra thought. Time to go! Ginnie seemed to have died in a food coma but Ra felt she'd be okay with her tuk'ata. Plus, a new ride seemed to have appeared. Also, Ginnie was just kinda sitting there. Nothing was happening with her. It was like a droid that had used up all of its juice, all of its power. Just unable to do anything more. Dead. Lifeless. Ra had thought the same of Draco for a bit, but then the man started to move, and honestly it startled Ra.

He just wanted to get the hell of this planet.

Ra stuck his head in as Draco spoke to Melfa, the newcomer.

"Hey uh, we gotta go."

He looked back at Ginnie, who had been flattened under the tabe. He tossed 'Wembley' a treat. "Do you have a ship?"

 

[Asher]

Location: Cartao
Mentions: [member="Mira Rekali"], [member="Elijah Rekali"] and [member="Vilaz Munin"]
Enemies: impending.avi
Post: 2

An eyebrow quirked at his sister, a brother thing questioning what she was on about. Didn’t wash his hands? Far as Aton was concerned, that was more of an honest mistake than anything else. Aton himself made it a few times. He didn’t particularly like when it happened, but even he made the mistake. Yes, the man was shady, no doubt about that, but drawing such parallels from forgetting to clean your hands was way beyond him.

The familiar voice of Eli called over the comms. Aton smiled. Reliable sort, from what he had gathered, good people to have as Plan B.

“Yeah, but you know what they sa about honorab-” Aton was cut short by his sister. A quick irritated exhale parted his lips as he spread his arms to mark it. She approached a painting and tore it down in order to expose a safe, which apparently needed to be opened. He stook a step closer in disbelief at what she was doing. The feeling was there. It was mute, vague, but it was there. He twitched, recoiled back for a second.

His finger slowly slipped down onto the trigger as he turned back towards the director.

“My sister here seems to think you have something of value to our investigation in there.” He rolled his shoulder and pointed his rifle towards the safe. “What's the harm in opening it for her?”

[member="Mira Rekali"] // [member="Vilaz Munin"] // [member="Elijah Rekali"]​