Faction Diplomatic Negotiation! [The Silver Jedi Concord + The Mandalorian Union]

[GhostOfProtocol]

Mandalore.

The planet had been through a war, the honorable soldiers had fought hard to reclaim the planet from it's foreign inhabitants. A group of Mandalorian warriors had fought bravely and valiantly to take their planet back from The Sith and the puppet Mandalore that they had inserted to rule over them all.

Mand'alor the Reclaimer had bested the puppet ruler in combat and held the power. His besting of The Sith puppet meant that once again Mandalore was free from foreign influence and foreign rulers. Once again Mandalore was free to govern itself and once again Mandalore was free to rebuild itself.

It had been a bloody war however. The streets lay littered with corpses, Sith and Mandalorian alike. Buildings lay in ruin and some of the fires that had been caused by the war continued to burn. The Mandalorian people had done well to contain the damage, yet Sundari lay in ruin once again.

Assistance had been offered by Concordia, by The Silver Jedi. They had brought supplies and set up field hospitals. They assisted the Mandalorian people in bringing the injured to these field hospitals for proper treatment. The Silver Jedi healers would need to partner with The Mandalorian medics to get tend to those who needed it.

Other Silver Jedi would join the Mandalorians in distributing food and supplies. Sundari again lay in ruins and people had lost access to basic necessities like food and shelter. The Silver Jedi and Mandalorians alike would join together to combat these problems, using supplies brought by the Jedi to ensure people could eat and had at least somewhere warm to sleep.

Mandalore the Reclaimer himself had requested an audience with The Silver Jedi.

So! This brings us to present day. There's supplies to be given out, people to get to shelter and the medics need to get people tended! Which one do you intend to take part in? Do you intend to get people fed, get people warm? Do you intend to heal those who need it? Are you going to do your own thing? The only rule is to have fun and make sure the Mandalorian people are safe!

 

[Adi'ka Awaud]

Adi'ka Awaud would fly escort with her gunboat for transports distributing suplies. And she would like to apologize to the silver brainticks for an misunderstanding on Nar Shaddaa.

 

[Caedyn Arenais]

Location: Mandalore.
Objective: Humanitarian Aid.
Starship: "The Vagabond" Heavy Patrol Cruiser.
Company: Lifeline Connect LTD.

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The troop transport touched down upon the surface of Mandalore, soon opening to release a squad of peace-keeping Rangers along with a variety of specialists both medical and labor orientated. Supplies were being hauled from the cargo bay and with them, came the Jedi Knight stepping down off of the ship to look out across the City before them.

In his father's final years the relationship between the Silver Jedi and the former United Clans of Mandalore had been far from friendly or civil, splitting his family on differing sides of loyalties and resulting in several hard won battles alongside their old friends within the Confederacy of Independent Systems. Today however was a day of days, a big step in the right direction for the Silver Jedi Concord, in that the past could be left in the past and there might be good relations between the Silver Jedi and the Mandalorian Union for years to come...-One could only hope.

On the side of negotiations, Interim Grandmaster Coren Starchaser would be handling the talks alongside Thurion Heavenshield . The rest of their people had plenty of work cut out for them as Mandalore had recently been the site of yet another battle and the citizenship was in dire need of a morale boost, a pick-me-up so to speak. The Concord had agreed with the Grandmaster, and devoted no small amount of resources in order to come to the Mandalorian's aid, to do whatever good possible both for the people in need, as well as for future political relations.

Along with Caedyn's presence, also came the arrival of his Social Networking and Humanitarian Organization established for exactly these sorts of times. In orbit over Mandalore, three EF76 Nebulon-B escort medical frigates had appeared alongside the Vagabond and immediately set to work in order to bring medical relief for the people, as well as suplies needed to help rebuild what damage had been dealt to Mandalore.

This was what it meant to be a Jedi, to strive for such goals and to bring aid wherever they could for the betterment of others.

Adi'ka Awaud | GhostOfProtocol​

 

[Cynthia Solus]

The Cabur and Cuyan along with sixteen Beviin-class corvettes and every available gunship that departed from Vanquo now entered orbit over the ancestral world of Mandalore. Once more gripped away from the clutches of the sith. The ships to many it would appear as an invasion fleet, however that was not its purpose. Each one was filled to maximum capacity with the people of Mandalore and Concordia of varying clans. Cynthia stood in the command room of the flagship of clan Solus a message going out. "Before all of you go home, I would like to thank every one of you. Since securing your freedom from the sith you have all helped grow Vanquo, my home and safe haven to mandalorians everywhere. My clan has grown so rapidly despite our dwindled numbers.

I know the sacrifice has been great. we have all lost loved ones and you your homes. Just like you have helped us to grow we will now help all of you grow too. The friends and new vod you have made will continue to stand by your side and help you rebuild your lives. If any of you need anything from Clan Solus please never threat to ask. We are and always will be the cabur of our people in anyway we can. once more thank you, Cynthia out." Her words was heart felt. The people on these ships possibly felt as they owed clan solus a debt for getting their freedom.

Cynthia did not see it that way, it was her duty even in the condition she was in had to do all she could. Every mandalorian in there life would've adhere to the Resol'nare. It is the core of what it means to be Mandalorian. A sacred law giving us direction and purpose. Education and armor, self-defence, our tribe, our language, our leaders. all of this help us survive. Mandalorian is not just its people but the culture too. We educate our children as Mandalorians, obey the commands of Mandalore, speak Mando'a and defend our clans so that we continue to exist.

The woman turned and walked as the large doors opened to the view of the bridge. "Lets get our vod to the ground. Prepare landing procedures to the corvettes and gunships, It will take time to ferry everyone of the dreadnaughts." She ordered softly. Cynthia would tap on her wrist communicator. "Hey riduur, I will meet you on the ground once things are done up here."

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

It had been a hard fought and a even harder won battle, but mandalore was once more freed from the evil grasp of the dark lord, the planet was in a terrible shape the from the strip mining and deforestation the sith had wrought upon its once vibrant surface. A lone shuttle soared through the sky towards a particular location star had in mind, the ruins of sundrai palace were even visible from where she could see out the shuttle, she had something in mind for this location something personal to her and her family.

Desencing slowly the shuttle landing not to far away allowing stardust to depart and star walking towards the ruins which were even in a worse state after the operation. Sighing to herself she came upon the edge of the place and surveyed the land as she nodded her head to herself right as her comms went off, the lovely voice of her wife filled her ears as she gave a smile and spoke back

I'm at the ruins of the sundrai palace, so I'll be there when you head down to surface

 

[Kreslin Westwind]

Kreslin pushed himself forward, his broken leg sending agony through hin with every step, but he refused to let the injury slow him. Many of those he had led to battle during the Reclemation had suffered far worse than him, and as their Mand'alor, he could do nothing less than push on. He emerged from the building he had taken as his command post in the ruins of Sundari, as the Palace itself had been turned into a field hospital for the wounded. It was one of the few places large enough for the task.

At Kreslins side was Caden Evesa whom himself had taken part in the battle to free Mandalore. Even more, he was a former member of the Silver Jedi Concord, and his insight to the ones Kreslin had invited to come to his peoples homes would be invaluable. Coming to a halt with a groan, Kreslin looked into the distance as the SJC troop shuttles began to land, unloading their cargo of soldiers and supplies. From where he stood, it certainly looked familiar. Only the arrival of Clan Solis in orbit gave him some solace, as they would be on hand to help if needed.

He hoped they would not be. He had taken the risk of inviting a foreign power to Mandalore so soon after it had been freed from another. He did it to try and foster ties between a potential ally, and bring aid his people so desperately needed, but the potential for harm was equally as dire in his mind.

"Caden, signal our position to the SJC leadership present. We shall meet them at the foot of the statue..." Kreslin could barely contain the contempt in his voice as he spoke, his disgust at the symbol that had been used to dominate Manda'yaim almost unrivaled. But it had symbolic importance for the meeting that would be held, and Kreslin planned to use it.

Coren Starchaser Thurion Heavenshield Caedyn Arenais Stardust Solus Skirae Cynthia Solus

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

The victory at Voss had coincided rather nicely with the Mandalorian uprising on their ancestral homeworld, as both served to push the Sith Empire back. It also allowed Thurion, who had come to aid his Silver brethren at Voss with a host of his kinsmen, to join the Interim Grandmaster in establishing diplomatic ties with this new galactic power in the region. Before he returned home to rule Midvinter, he would lend what influence he yet retained to Coren Starchaser 's cause.

Knowing the Mando'ade well from his own tenure as Grandmaster, through peace and war alike, he'd chosen to don his armour to the talks rather than the far more comfortable robes, even keeping his trusty sword at his side. Mandalorians respect strength of arms above all else, and coming from a warrior race himself it seemed only fitting that he display as much of it as he could. Of course, it also had the benefit of serving him in battle should the talks go awry.

He stepped aboard the shuttle that would ferry him and Coren down to the surface of Mandalore. They'd just received coordinates for where the meeting was to take place.

"Glad we won't be going in dodging blaster fire for once," he sidled up to his fellow Jedi, watching as the world below became evermore clear as they descended through the clouds.

"I hope I can be of help to you, my friend. It's never easy filling someone else's shoes."

A fact he'd become more than a little familiar with over the decades.

Kreslin Westwind | Caden Evesa | Caedyn Arenais | Stardust Solus Skirae | Cynthia Solus | Adi'ka Awaud ​

 

[Caden Evesa]

The soldier licked his teeth softly.

He had his helmet in his arms, tucked neatly against the inside of his elbow. His Beskar'gam donned his body for the first time in a while, for the first time since before the battles and the fighting and the war, for the first time since he had returned to the Silver Jedi.

Splitting his time between his Mandalorian commitments and his Jedi commitments was proving to be both difficult yet fun, something he was getting used to doing. It was a challenge to balance the time but he knew eventually he'd get used to it.

The young man had made his way to Mandalore before the rest of the Silver Jedi. He had made sure that everything was ready and that Mand'alor the Reclaimer was ready to meet his guests. He'd also set up shop in an abandoned yet modern apartment.

Whoever owned it was probably dead.

Caden flicked his eyes towards Kreslin as they walked. Caden had the experience with The Silver Jedi, having worked with Thurion previously on Voss and having way too much experience with Starchasers (namely Damian) to count on two hands.

Operation Beskar Falls had been a bloody operation, had ended in lots and lots of death and chaos. The Silver Jedi were going to aid in fixing that. In reality Caden wished he could be out there helping but he knew he was going to be of more use at Kreslin's side.

"You sure about this?"

However sure he was, it was happening. Caden patted Chirp on the dome, nodding to the little droid who shot off to relay the information to Thurion and Coren, the representatives of The Silver Jedi and of Concordia. They would be meeting at the base of the statue and Caden trusted Chirp to ensure that the information reached the Jedi.

"I hope I can be of help. I've spent enough time along the Jedi to know how they tick. Just be respectful of them and they'll be respectful of you. Whatever you're aiming to achieve here should be possible, just gotta ensure that everything goes well"

He slid his helmet on, and let out a slight sigh.

Kreslin Westwind | Thurion Heavenshield | Coren Starchaser

 

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[Sakadi Marathi Sinvala]

Location: Leaving the troop transport.
Objective: Unload & set up a field hospital.
Equipment: Lightsabers, Cosaint Bracers, Covert Jedi Robes, standard equipment (Bio)
Writing partner(s): Open.

The Sephi wasted no time. The moment the transport landed on Mandalorian soil, she began assigning tasks to the various members of the Jedi Service Corps who had joined them in relief aid. "Iris, Esira. Take group Aurec and aid the Mandalorians in gathering their wounded and fallen brethren. Janto, take group Besh and unload our transport." She knew the silver service corps well. She had been in charge of them on occasion and greatly appreciated all they did for the Order. "Seren and Rana, you will be in charge of groups Cresh and Cherek. Set up three fields hospitals on the locations provided to you via holopad." She had four sizeable teams and a couple of healers at her disposal. Nothing she couldn't handle... Or so she hoped.

Once the four groups were on their way, the Jedi Master found herself reaching deep within the Force. The pain, suffering and death still lingered on this planet. Echoing through the Force until long after the decisive battle. But she could also detect something much stronger. Something that gave way to the future. Sparks of hope​

 

[Kragr Krayt]

After so many years under the Imperial rule, the Mandalorians had finally managed to reclaim their ancient world and system. Being back on Mandalore felt weirdly calming, yet sadly broken. While Kragr wasn't part of the rebellion, he damn well was going to make sure, no more death was going to happen.

Even though this was the Mand'alor's attempt on forming an alliance with the Jedi, Kragr still didn't trust them or their magic they called the Force. It had brought nothing but death on the Mandalorian people. So, in order to show strength, Kragr took his Titan Siege Buster with him, to make sure things were kept peacefully. Flying through the air, the Titan landed not far from Kreslin Westwind and Caden Evesa at the ruins of Sundari.

The Titan carried its 40mm Slug Cannon at the ready, showcasing strength in these dire times. The head part and some of the chest opened up, showing Kragr, fully armoured up, leaning forwards. "Mand'alor" greeted Kragr with a short nod of respect, for it was Kreslin who had made the rebellion a reality. Kragr also looked to Caden, he didn't know who the man was, but he was with the Mand'alor, so the red-haired Mandalorian didn't say anything. Looking up, he would wait by Mand'alor and Caden for the arrival of the Silver Jedi Order.

Kreslin Westwind | Caden Evesa

 

[Mig Gred]

Location: Mandalore
Objective: Meat and discuss, delver some supplies

Mandalore.... It had honestly been too long. Mig looked out from the modified Firebrand-class Dawn Sun, a cruiser turned garden ship. It was obvious to tell if you knew the class, the bow cannon replaced with a transparasteel covered ag-deck, and most of her cannons completely removed. Both her and her sister ship, Concord Dream, which was modified into a cargo ship, had jumped into the region when they got word that Mandalore, and possibly the whole sector, had been freed. Mig could hardly believe it honestly.

it wasn’t long before he headed for the hangers though, and got word of other ships in the area. The Vagabond, Caedyn Arenais ‘s ship if he had heard correctly. He was someone Mig had wanted to officially meet since his mother’s passing, but he hadn’t gotten the chance. There were also ships from Clan Solus, no double Cynthia Solus keeping her word. He still remember meeting with her after her deal had saved so many. Right now though, it was time to help.

Soon,HA-2 Pikes left the hangers. Most had cargo pods slung underneath, while one carried a troop hauler. Mig simply waited until he heard the ship land before getting up and stepping out. He took a breath. Looking around the area. Various ships had landed, and it made him wonder how things would go today. He wanted to meet this vod who killed the pretender.

Mig looked around, letting the others handle the cargo while he walked over to where the Jedi were, eying Caedyn Arenais . “Well, I shouldn’t be surprised to see and Arenais here today.”

Caden Evesa Kragr Krayt Sakadi Marathi Sinvala Thurion Heavenshield Stardust Solus Skirae Adi'ka Awaud Kreslin Westwind

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Mandalorians were a people with a long history with the Jedi. Legends state of a war between the two groups, one that ended only in bloodshed, and surprisingly, and from Coren Starchaser’s understanding, in a surprising victory for the Jedi. Keepers of the peace defending against a creed of warriors. But that was ancient history. Even more recent, but still ancient, was the Galactic Empire, Palpatine’s, destruction of both groups. Both hanging on a thread and the hopes of the Force, it appeared.

And in the most recent turns of history, the Mandalorians were seen to be on the same side of this galactic conflict as the Jedi. That was what brought Coren, the interim Grandmaster, to the world of Mandalore. Walking with someone who was more than a brother in arms, Master Thurion Heavenshield made Coren Starchaser feel like he was actually a leader here today. The Valkyri Jedi had perhaps a better track record than Coren himself did, the latter being a very vocal Crusader before the Force sent him on his own quests.

But with the pair, the meeting with the Mandalorians should go well. A show of power, and might, but not necessarily of Force. Coren had prepared a gift, more a trinket, for the new Mandalore, as a symbol of the desire to work side by side. A smile on the Corellians face as his friend spoke.

“It definitely is different, back during the New Jedi Order I was playing backup for Marshal Rhen, and it was about all I could handle without feeling like an imposter.” Coren today was wearing brown, almost golden hued robes trimmed in a teal, not in an obstructive trim, but enough to denote his Corellian upbringing and the Starchaser line.

“If we can work with them, I have a good feeling about the future.” He stated. Coren was flanked, as almost always, by a pair of Sullustan Honor Guards, from the Home Guard. Between them, they were carrying box.

“Just don’t let me make a fool of myself.”

Thurion Heavenshield Caden Evesa Kreslin Westwind

 

[Adenn Kyramud]

In space, Mors Classemque(Clan Mortui's fleet) hung in orbit of Sundari, licking their wounds. Battered and bruised, they still stood strong, ready for anything. Even here, there was celebration, though more muted as everyone was needed to ensure their ships still functioned. Despite this, the bridge crews of the remaining few ships celebrated with drinks and cheers. They had held their own, though they did have one Severous Augustus to thank for that. The Admiral of the fleet made a note to send him some ale later as thanks, but was more preoccupied with getting his fleet back in order. On top of that, he also sent a message to Adenn, detailing everything that had occurred. Then he got back to work, celebrating and checking his fleet alongside his vode.

On the edge of Sundari city lay a massive corpse, the corpse of the Hydra, that Emperor of Serpents. Above its mighty fallen form stood Hell's Angel, the titan that had killed the beast, damaged in the extreme, but not broken. Around the titan stood numerous smaller Heavy Walkers, tanks, and more. And around these 'lesser' walkers was Clan Mortui, having formed a cordon around their kill, the hunter protecting its kill. Anyone approaching Sundari would be able to see it, anyone in the city could see Hell's Angel standing proud, and Clan Mortui all around it. Most notable were the Beskad Warriors standing proud alongside regular Mandalorian warriors of Clan Mortui.

While Clan Mortui had formed a cordone, they weren't truly military in it, it was more to simply keep others away, and prevent any approach towards Clan Mortui or their kill. Regardless, any outsiders who did approach would be warded away with stern words, and the ends of blasters if that didn't work. Those that wished to help would have to wait until Adenn was notified and responded, those that wished to speak with him would also have to wait until they were brought to him. Fellow vode that wished to join the celebrations would be regard with caution at first, then kinship after some ale was drunk. They may have won, but they weren't too keen on others for now, fellow Mandalorians being the slight exception. Regardless of that sobering present, Clan Mortui celebrated. While others were depressed about losses, helping the wounded, or moving rubble, Clan Mortui was celebrating their victory. They'd done it, they'd actually done it, and that was cause for celebration. After countless battles, losses, and more, Mandalore was free of dar'jetii taint, Sundari was free, and Clan Mortui had finally killed the Hydra.

Thanks to this victory, alcohol was distributed, stories of battle were told, and war songs were sung, honoring the dead and the living. There was an air of victory around Clan Mortui, one of celebration despite their losses. They had lost countless vode in this battle, dozens of war machines and mounts, but they had won. And of those wounded during the battle, many could be saved if they were reached quickly enough, a thought echoed by the numerous Clan Mortui medics rushing about. Many more clansmen would die in the coming time, but many more would be saved, many already had been.

Thus Clan Mortui celebrated, for they had broken the ribs of the Sith here, as dozens of destroyed and still burning Sith vehicles could attest to. The even more numerous corpses of Sith loyalists were an even greater testament. But even these corpses wouldn't remain for long, as vode were already planning on burning them, or already throwing them together to burn them. But above even that, Clan Mortui celebrated.

Standing near one of the heads of the beast, Adenn celebrated along with his men, with his vode, his aliit. Around him were his Beskad Elite, now brought down to thirteen after this battle, but they too were celebrating with their Alor. With his helmet removed, alcohol in hand, and weapons holstered for the first time on Mandalore's surface in a long, long time, Adenn celebrated. Messages came in slowly, ones that Adenn would have to address, but for now he was content. They had won, and Clan Mortui deserved to celebrate, and Adenn would celebrate alongside them.

| GhostOfProtocol | Adi'ka Awaud | Caedyn Arenais | Cynthia Solus | Stardust Solus Skirae | Kreslin Westwind | Thurion Heavenshield | Caden Evesa | Kovhorn | Sakadi Marathi Sinvala | Kragr Krayt | Mig Gred | Coren Starchaser |
Tagging everyone since I thought it'd be good for others to see what we're doing in our little quarter of the city.

 

[River Kryze]

Location: Mandalore
Objective: Help with Rebuilding.

It had seemed so long since she had been home, but the feelings she was hoping to have felt rather hallow now. The cities were nearly unrecognizable, the two wars, Sith reign, and then the insurrection had taken it's toll on the planet. It was so very different from how she remembered it. River was currently looking for her old home, to see if there was anything left she could salvage, but given what she was seeing now it was doubtful.

The Sith had taken everything from her before. It seemed unlikely that they would show her mercy this time. Though she quickly realized that even if she rebuilt her home, it wouldn't be the same.

The hum of several several shuttles caught her ear, pulling her from her thoughts, as the sound produced from the engines spunded off to her. Glancing up, River could make out a small grouping of ships coming in from the atmosphere, and a small blossom of concern swelled up in her chest.

Was someone else coming to attack Mandalore now? Or had she simply missed an announcement? Either way, she couldn't do much about it now, and given they weren't being fired upon from orbit, she assumed it was the later.

As she walked the rubble filled streets, River came to a stop, as she found a crowd of people near a collapsed building. Seeing the group working away at clearing the debris, she had assumed they were just civilian volunteers at first, until she heard one of the men shouting in Mand'o:
"Narir gar haa'taylir adiik? Liser gar haa'taylir kaysh?"
«Do you see the child? Can you see him?»

Eyes widening in horror at the implication, River rushed to the small crowd, who were all to willing to part believing a Mandalorian warrior was here to help them. Unable to think of the Mand'o words to get her point across, River just said the first thing that came to mind. "Everyone get back! Find a fething doctor instead of standing there! Get some tools over here!" As the words left her mouth, she realized she hadn't switched her voice modulator on, but she had bigger concerns now.

Switching to the heat vision in her visor, she motioned the workers back, trying to find the small child, and hopefully work towards collecting him without shifting more weight on top of him. It didn't take long to find the child, though given everything atop of him, River could help but think it might be too late. However, the grime outlook wouldn't stop her from trying. Calling out the location of the child, the group went back to work, as River directed them on where to dig. It wasn't perfect by any means, but they were making headway.

This rebuilding process wasn't going to be easy, but by the force they'd get through it somehow. Though a little help would certainly be appreciated.

 

[Venku Bralor]

Sundari was a mess of smoking ruins and raging fires. The battle was over. They had won back Mandalore. Still the cost was steep and drenched in the blood of their people. The cloying stench of rot filled the streets and the sounds of buzzing flies permeated the air. Of all the species to survive the ruination of mandalore, it had to be the one that spoke of death and rot. It was poetic, in a way. Despite the destruction, the city of Sundari had never been so active. People rushed to and fro. Helping others and preparing for the arrival of the Jedi. Ships flew overhead, ferrying their limiting supplies or injured warriors from one place to another. More ships descended to the planet’s surface. Ever since the news of the battle had begun to spread, mandalorians had been arriving in droves.

A rust lined speeder car sputtered towards the statue, passing mounds of burning rubble that were once buildings and bloated corpses that were once people. At the front of the car sat a togorian. He wasn’t that special nor was he well known among his people. But he was determined. He had seen the rotting dead and the burning shell of his home and vowed to fix it. He would not let it remain like this. He wouldn’t leave it to burn and smolder and rot like a pile of coruscanti trash. He couldn’t. He would fix this planet and Manda help any who try to wrench it from their grasp and destroy it.

No, the togorian with his mottled grey fur and naturally golden eyes - eyes that glowed a bit too unnaturally at the moment, fueled by his grief, his determination, his anger - was not well known among his people, but he would take charge nonetheless. He wouldn’t sit idly by as his home burned.

In the seat beside him lay a holopad. Unlike the car it was new and shiny, guaranteed to work without a hitch. He couldn’t risk the healing of his home with something as simple as a glitch in an old machine. Indeed the holopad was vital to his plans. On the slim piece of tech lay all the needs and wants and logistics of rebuilding. Organized into a list of most to least important. His people needed help, and he would answer the call with everything he had.

The statue loomed before him, a reminder of the planet’s previous occupants. Already graffiti covered the base of it, giving the statue, and the sith it was cast in the likeness of, the respect it deserved. At the foot of the statue stood Mand’alor Kreslin. His friend looked in ill health, his white beskar’gam was marred with gouges and pockmarked with blaster shots. Looking closer, Venku noticed the man favoring his unbroken leg. An action that was so minimalistic that had he not already known of the injury he would’ve believed he imagined it. Beside him stood an unknown mando’ad in matching white beskar’gam. Albeit this one lacked the multitude of scars. A little ways away sat a Titan Siege Spoiler. Something as large as that could only be a show of force and insurance in case the meeting went sideways. He’d expect nothing less of his people. Even broken and recovering from a weighty battle, they presented strength to those around them.

The speeder shuddered to a stop beside the two. Venku clambered out of it with all the haste of one who fled an inevitable bomb. He was surprised the hunk of junk hadn’t exploded on him. Nevertheless with the airways so congested, the old speeder car was the fastest option. Still he wished he’d found one on a ship and not tucked away in a mostly standing building. Venku approached the two mandalorians, holopad clasped in his unarmored hand. Unlike them, Venku wore an incomplete kit. He had lost his helmet in the Nether and his greaves and vambraces in a reservoir during the battle. This loss left the togorian in only his brown chest plate with its orange and red sun rise design. He could fix it later, right now he had a job to do. Coming to a stop beside them, the
togorian offered a nod to his unknown kin.

“I’ve compiled a list of all the things that we need done and the people that need help along with the locations best suited for food distributions and temporary hospitals.” Venku went on to give his report to Kreslin, updating him on the status of his work. Unlike many of their previous interactions, he made no jokes and offered only a tired smile to his friend. Now wasn’t the time for jokes and laughter. Now was the time to work. After all Sundari was little more than ruins. He had already spent hours last night finding workable places for hospitals. With all the smoking fires and disease ridden corpses such places were few and far between. He’d made sure putting out those fires and removing those corpses were at the top of the list.

Another ship entered the atmosphere, this one carrying the Jedi who had promised their aid. Venku could feel them in the force, pulsing with a mottled mix of hope and determination and so much more. His eyes, still glowing ever so slightly tracked the ship as it approached. The togorian reigned in his force presence with no small amount of effort. He pulled the feeling of electricity tinged air before a sandstorm and the touch of cool dry stone of underground caverns close to his fur, wrapping it around himself like an ethereal cloak and refusing to let it run free around him as it so wanted to do. They didn’t need to feel his grief and anger and determination. He wouldn’t let them feel something so personal to him. Or he wouldn’t if he had mastery over hiding such emotions. All he could do was wrap them close, or sink them beneath his skin. He was a mandalorian after all, and unlike the Jedi he would not hide his feelings, pretending to be something he wasn’t. It didn’t matter if he couldn’t.

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Kreslin Westwind Caden Evesa Mig Gred Adenn Kyramud Adi'ka Awaud Caedyn Arenais Cynthia Solus Stardust Solus Skirae Thurion Heavenshield Kovhorn Sakadi Marathi Sinvala Kragr Krayt Coren Starchaser River Kryze
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[Shai Maji]

The armoured footsteps of Shai's Beskar'gam echoed through the ruined streets of Sundari. All around her were corpses of Graug or Sith soldiers or Mandos. She kept her helmet on to filter out the smell as she glanced around her. Every now and then someone from the relief effort would run past and she would sometimes direct them if they got lost. But other than that she was alone in the ruined streets. She had something to do first before she could move on.

Her feet finally carried her into a familiar city block a bit outside of the current circle of searches conducted by the combined forces. She heard shouting or machinery not too far but that was fine. She preferred the silence for now. After a few more minutes of walking the building she searched for stood out to her left. It was ruined, collapsed, and she knew very well what caused it. She stood in the ruined street and merely stared at the destroyed building. She dreaded what was waiting for her inside but at the same time she needed to go in. So with that mindset she breathed deeply and slowly approached the ruined building. One step after the other she carried herself up and over the pile of rubble that had once been a wall. Inside she traversed the rubble for a few moments until she found the scene. Three pistols, dried blood from two sources... and one decaying arm. Shai stared at it for a long while, her breathing picking up until she was almost hyperventilating. She finally looked away and fought to keep the little bit of lunch she had in its rightful place.

Her tired red eyes finally looked back at the arm and then at the pistols lying around the dried blood. She knelt down beside the scene and carefully reached out to take hold of her particle pistol that she dropped there. Tears welled up in her eyes and soon her helmet was off for her to cover her face. She wasn't sure how long she was there but finally she gathered the courage to bury her own arm and holster the pistols next to the Rippers Kragr gifted her. Two were hers. One was Aerith's. She had to give it back to her. It was the right thing to do.

Eventually her helmet was back on and she left the ruined building behind. There was something about it that she couldn't let go of. Something of herself was killed in there on that day. A sigh escaped her as she walked away from the ruined building, one last sniff escaping her.

After what felt like an hour's worth of walking, she was standing not too far from the corpse of one massive nightmare with a giant titan towering over it. Mandos patrolled around it and a few even advised not coming closer. She assured them that she was keeping her distance. That was until she heard music and celebration on the other side of the thing. She thought about walking around but that was just a lousy idea with this thing's size. So asking for airspace clearance and flying overhead was simply easier.

She touched down just outside the area of the celebration and removed her helmet as she approached. A small smile curled along her lips as she watched the celebration of their victory over the Sith. It was probably wrong of her to celebrate instead of helping, but she knew she would simply be in the way if she tried to help fix the place up. That, and drinking away her sorrows simply sounded like a better plan. She slipped a Nervestick into her mouth and took a long drag from it before releasing the orange cloud in the air. Calmly she clipped her helmet to her belt and approached the party around one of the heads of the beast. "Yo, Vod, this the victory parade?!" she called out to one of the men standing close to the beast's head with a drink in hand. "Where's the real liquor?" she asked him with a daring grin as she took another puff of her nervestick.

Adenn Kyramud | anyone else

 

[Aloy Vizsla]

Spoiler: Death Watch

S U N D A R A I - R O O F T O P S
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Tag: River Kryze Darsch Vizsla Truz Vizsla Shai Maji | Open interaction, Come join us!​

Aloy stood at the edge of a rooftop overlooking the city, Her clawed cybernetic leg raised and clutching the tops of the low wall in front of her, Giving her the appearance of some avian predator as she stared at the ruined and burning city ahead through the skeletal visor of her horned helm. Behind her were several mandalorians wearing the same sky-blue armour as she while they raised a blue banner behind her, Letting the mythosaur skull banner fly proudly in the wind behind her. They could have easily placed their own up here, Let the Shriek hawk of Death Watch soar over the city, But that was not Aloy's goal here. She would have a time and a place to announce the return of the order, But today was not that today. Today belonged to The People. And they had more than earned their time and their place on Mandalore.

Behind her was none other than Darsch Vizsla , Her Alor, Her Watchmaster, Her Love. It was within this very building that Aloy had confessed her feeling for the Matriarch of the Unionist House Vizsla. One could argue that this new face of House Vizsla had been created that very day when Aloy confessed and took on her new name, A choice she had not taken lightly, Nor would be ever come to regret. Clan Jjota was no more, And She would be a Vizsla, Now and forever.

Below her, Shai Maji entered the building and then left, Causing the Vizsla lieutenant to stare down at her in curiosity. The shistavanen and herself had shared much after the battle, And she knew a small part of the pain eating away at her. It was tempting to fly down and meet with her, But something else had caught her attention.

Nearby, River Kryze had called out along with workers digging someone or something out of rubble down the street, Something she couldn't personally tend to, But something she couldn't ignore either.

<"You two,"> She speaks over her shoulder at the Death Watch Troopers behind her, Her shoulder having been marked with a single white handprint recently, A mark of ascension to "The Hand of Death Watch", A role she would strive to be worthy of from now on.

<"See what they need. If someone's trapped, Haul them out and move to these coordinates for MEDEVAC, Sending it to your HUDs now."> The people would have what limited aid she could provide. Death Watch were warriors true, But also guardians of the Mandalorian way of life. Something that their previous iterations seemed to have forgotten, But something this new generation would remember, Always.

Then it came. A message for her ears only, And the ships of clan Solus and The Silver Jedi Concord overhead, Prompting Aloy to turn suddenly, Speaking with Darsch Vizsla who stood surrounded by the Crimson Armoured Traitors of the Sith Aligned Death Watch Remnants, Who had all fallen by Darsch's hand, And Aloy's clawed foot.

<"Watchmaster," Her voice says with urgency, Crackling through the helm's electric vocal enhancer <"The Mand'alor has arrived at his meeting but instructed us to wait and aid elsewhere for the time being.">

She looks up at the sky as a large transport flies overhead, Landing in a nearby field <"...They're here.">



The Jedi... The supposed guardians of peace that had fought her people for age upon age. Rumor had it they had supported the Confederacy in a near genocide on tanaab during their war with Yasha Cadera and her Mandalorian "Empire", The same empire that had seen her birth family slaught one another before Darsch had inducted the woman into House Vizsla. The force had only ever divided her people and brought ruin upon those cursed to bear it's sorcerous energy, But desperate times called for desperate measures... If the Jedi were true to their outward appearance however, Perhaps they could change the stubborn Ex-Bounty Hunter's mind? They wouldn't be the first after all, She had loved one of their kind, Long ago...

 

[Truz Vizsla]

Tag: Darsch Vizsla Aloy Vizsla Shai Maji River Kryze Kragr Krayt

Life was simpler on Endor, with stone age technology much was set in place for what could be expected on that forest planet. In the old world there was only tales of different planets, and magical flying metal things that carried mysterious aliens and humans alike. However all of them were rather understated when explaining the sheer possibility of the new world in the eyes of the Ewok. The kid never imagined the stars were actually supporting so many planets, with life too. From just there being a small moon, now there were platitudes of worlds, large and vast. The curious eyes were wide and looked about as this relatively new sensation filled him. Moving his head side to side slowing, the curious fur ball gawked at how many different humanoids there were of all shapes and sizes. When a wookie holding his T-visor bucye managed to walk by, he giggled with joy "ehehehehehe!" .Not knowing any boundaries, the curious being began poking the walking carpet to see if it was real. "RAAARRGGGGGGGGGGGGH!" , the large being and soldier of the Mandalorian Union roared utterly scaring the poor and confused foundling. One thing was certain, whenever the stealthy being managed to sneak off away from both his mothers he had always managed to get into trouble. By this point it seemed to be a talent, however this wookie was less then reasonable due to being a berserker. While there were advanced berserkers like Torrack Torrackstur who could control there rage and became more dangerous as a result and deadly. Most berserkers however were not as advanced, and as a result got angry at any inconvenience. Before angering an obviously dangerous adult and mandalorian, the work in progress would immediately walk away from the angered being.

There was no point in going on an adventure in a new and exciting life, if one were to get killed within the first steps of this new life. Using his relative small size, to disappear into the busy crowds. One thing was certain, Ewoks are great at using the environment and there size to travel at will and safely. This skill is probably what kept the overly curious individual alive for so long. Whilst traveling to another spot to explore, the teddy bear like ears of the being would hear the massive Titan that had arrived to help keep the peace. That settled it, he had to touch it , somehow , some way, the little hunter had to touch it. As a result the stubby little legs began traveling towards the ruins where the machine of death had been located. While the construction cranes and several speeders made way, and others began to be busy. The little rascal had hoped his parents would not notice his absence,or else he would likely get in trouble for this fiasco. But those thoughts would quickly pass, the hooded fiend would analyze the area looking for ways to sneak by patrols and guards to get to the large Titan.

Looking about there seemed to be a vent... which could lead to the other side. However, this could also lead the little fella to getting ineptly lost. Whatever was going to happen, he would need a distraction in order to get inside those very vents. One thing was certain, while resourceful, this foundling had to be a combination of brave and foolish. In the brown eyes of the furry individual, curiosity had to be explored, especially in this new world the kid had been thrusted into. "Emo tep cha cha ehehehehehheehe!"(I must touch that thing, hahahahahahah!) , meanwhile time was of the essence. Surely the titan wont be there forever, what if its alive? So many questions had to be explored by the young guy.

 

[Kes Stag]

Location: Sundari, Mandalore
Objective: Relax and perhaps cause some trouble
Tags: Truz Vizsla

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"Heaven offers nothing the mercenary soul can desire"​

Kes sat upon the roof of house amongst the ruins of Sundari, his legs hanging off the edge and a bottle of corellian brandy in hand which he'd found in someones collapsed house. At this stage Kes had been paid for his part in the invasion and with the collapse of Mrkyr there went his main employers amongst Clan Australis he didn't have anywhere really to go. So instead of helping he decided to instead get drunk amongst the ruins of Sundari and cause some trouble where it could be found. Next to him lay a pile of Sith Imperial weapons, weapons he reckon would fetch him a decent price on the black market. Most of them still stained with blood from the battle.

As he sat there, watching the commotion below he spotted one Truz Vizsla and the drunk Kes couldn't make out what it even was. "Wha... What the kark even is that? So-some overgrown womp rat?" he said in disbelief. Kes turned to the pile of weapons next to him and then back to the ewok which was now making its way into a vent and idea popped into the mandalorians head. Grabbing one of the numerous blaster rifles he aimed it with one arm at Truz and begun firing at the vent the ewok had crawled into. After the fifth shot the recoil caused Kes to drop the rifle and it fell right off the building, once it hit the floor it let off another shot. "Whoops." he said before turning back to the weapons he had gathered.

Kes eyed a thermal detonator but stopped himself, no he wasn't that drunk yet. He set his glass down and began rummaging through the weapons. He picked out a blaster pistol, one from one of the Sith Aligned Death watch and after testing it by firing it into the air twice he let out two more random shots at the vent before setting it aside. He let out a small chuckle and took another sip. If only he had something else to shoot at.