From Ashes, We Rise

[Mac O Shenanigans]

Mac was working in his own forge on his farm. There were few things like pounding away on an anvil that helped him to center himself and find the inner peace he strove for, like working metal with his hands. Sure some out there used all sorts of modern tools and equipment, but there was just something different about the look, feel, and craftsmanship of a set of 'gam that couldn't be matched. To Mac, using any other method took the personal touch out of it. You couldn't 'feel' the metal and how to shape it with those machines like a man with a hammer could. And THAT is what made Mac's work stand out. Whether it was Beskar, normal steel, or any other metal, Mac's work couldn't be copied. Lately however, he hadn't had much work for others, be it decorative or functional. There were some pieces that needed gotten to, but the majority of his time was going to getting the Prudii'kad. She was mostly functional, but not yet battle ready. Mac had damn near exhausted his supply of Beskar refitting the hull playing and fixing the internal framework. He still had the weapons and other systems to install, but he did make a successful test flight the other morning...

Stepping away from the scroll work he was doing, Mac stared at the ship and sighed. He needed some more material. Using a small furnace, Mac was able to melt Beskar ore and combine it with his own ratio of titanium and chromium to make a very strong alloy. Sure it wasn't as strong as standard Beskar in it's native state, but buy working the alloy he was able to make armor plating almost as good and save on the weight. To the untrained eye, you couldn't tell the difference. Perfect for his ship project. The only problem he had, not enough capacity to make the alloy stock he needed... He instead hired that out to only a few trusted people, one of whom was Ijaat, a fellow smithie and probably the best when it came to the technical and science part of it.

That's it, Mac knew what he needed to do now... See working the forge does help one think...

Climbing on his speederbike nearby, Mac placed his buy'ce on his head and fired off a message, "Ijaat, vod, I'm on my way, I would like to place anot'er order for my special alloy. We can 'as' out t'e details w'en I get there..." With that, he shot off to find Ijaat...

Mac sped off, he didn't even bother putting on the rest of his armor, just the torso plates he always wore and his Kilt, wth some plain boots. While it didn't specify just how much was required, Mac followed the resol'nare whole heartedly, even if it wasn't to the t; he was Mando'ad through and through, first, last, and to the core. There was some interpretive wiggle room, but that is a discussion for a later time. Silently he scoffed at this who would walk around without ANY armor, but Mac knew that things would sort themselves out in the Manda...



[member="Mia Monroe"][member="Ijaat Mereel"][member="Verz Horak"]

 

[Julius Sedaire]

Over the open magma-pit were suspended launchers and placeholders, all shielded in beskar and various types of ray, particle, and molecular shields. Starting with the one nearest them, large seismic explosives similarly armored to their holders were fitted and readied slowly and carefully. Even above the pit, one of them triggered now could likely cause avalanches and minor eruptions of the massive volcano. Which would be rather counter-productive and not at all useful to their mission. Regardless, he breathed deep and considered the implications.

As it stood, Ijaat left Mia's side, and began to walk to the devices, accessing fail-safe codes and controls panels. A few moments spent on the first device revealed it was a rather lengthy process to arm and empower each one, and as they came online, they began to fill the chamber with a high pitched whine that seemed to irritate the te'r rekr at Ijaat's side, and he patted it gently as it pawed and ruffed at it's ears as if something pained it's sensitive hearing.

"First one is running.... Eleven more to go... Do be ready to stall..."

[member="Mia Monroe"] | [member="Verz Horak"]

 

[Verz Horak]

[member="Ijaat Mereel"] [member="Mia Monroe"]

The supervisor had not yet come back, despite it already having been several minutes. So, Verz decided to look for Ijaat himself. He walked down the hall that the worker had vanished down, almost tripping at first from the unexpected downward slope. As he went deeper, the air slowly got hotter, and drier. The stone also was darker, almost like it was soot covered. As the heat grew to become almost unbearable, especially under the heavy beskar'gam that Verz wore, he came to a large chamber, filled with a bright red glow. It was amazing. And there were workers scurrying around in here too. However, they had a strange, frantic energy around them.

Verz looked around for Ijaat's familiar armor, and an eerie hum filled the cavern as he did so. When he spotted Ijaat, he saw some strange device near him, and another person. Though at this distance, he could not tell without his helmet, something seemed very familiar about the second figure.

"Ijaat, ner vod! I'm here for your expertise in forging, remember?"

 

[Mia Monroe]

Mia winced as the whine started but did her best to ignore it's irritating pitch. Her focus was on Ijaat, watching him work, trying to understand what was being done, just in case replication was ever needed. This was Ijaat's contingency plan, but it was an ingenious weapon. She stopped her train of thought, catching herself treading dangerously close to a dark place she didn't want to go to.

A blink, a slight shake of the head and she snapped back into the room as Verz entered. Mia gave Ijaat a grim smile before pushing herself of the railings she was leaning on and heading for their intruder. "You pick your times, ori'vod." She said as she drew near to him, allowing a smile to creep onto her face, though there was still the shadow of something in her eyes.

"What can we do for you?"

[member="Verz Horak"] [member="Ijaat Mereel"]

 

[Julius Sedaire]

Buttons were pressed. Flipped were switches. Ijaat studied lights and readouts on each device, adjusting dial knobs on each back and forth. Slowly the discordant pitch just out of hearing became a harmonic whine on all six devices as he allowed Mia to address Verz, only throwing up a hand in greeting and a shrugged set of shoulders to the devices and a gesture as if to say 'Eh, whaddya want?' and then moved about his business. There was much to do, and he nodded to that same worker, who began pulling the others from the chamber, and the doors began to slowly pull shut as Ijaat, slowly made his way over to the two, feet clanking ominously against durasteel gangways as the fiery light lit his face in a rather serene and deadly facade.

[member="Mia Monroe"] | [member="Verz Horak"]

 

[Verz Horak]

[member="Mia Monroe"] [member="Ijaat Mereel"]

Verz was shocked. He hadn't seen Mia in a long time. He knew she had left after he took command as Mand'alor, but he had lost contact with her. He shifted his posture slightly, trying to look less tipsy. He knew that Mia knew he like to hit the bottle, but it's not like Verz didn't have any self respect. After a second he embraced his oldest living friend.

"Mia, ori'vod, I haven't seen you for ages! Where have you been? Let's get Ijaat and share a drink! We need to catch up."

He had seen Ijaat fiddling with something, but assumed it was important for the forge. However, something about Mia's voice and her expression seemed...off somehow.

 

[Mia Monroe]

Mia stiffened under the hug, one fist clenching tightly. They always seemed to come as a surprise to her, like there was a social signal she was incapable of reading in anyone, other than Rel. Where have you been? There was a question that would take a lifetime to answer. She shook her head, stepping back slightly from his embrace.

"I'd love to, truly, old friend. Another time, though, as Ijaat and I have our hands full." she glanced at the staff slipping passed them and heading out of the forge. She glanced over her shoulder at Ijaat to see him incoming.

"Are we ready?"

[member="Ijaat Mereel"] [member="Verz Horak"]

 

[Julius Sedaire]

Ijaat walked up and put a heavy hand on Mia's shoulder and nodded. His hat hid a brow furrowed in thought and worry, and in the Force he echoed the expression. Nevertheless, he was committed to his course of action. After the rumblings that he heard of with the Sith and Vizsla... Seeing them and the old religions trying to rise back to prominence and overthrow reason for fanaticism... It was his only real option. Mandalore must be kept from the clutches of these lunatics. And if his people could not see it, then he would stand alone and purge the enemy rot with fire. Even if it meant damning himself. Thousands would die... Tens of thousands... Hell maybe hundreds... But from the ashes the mando'ade would rise united in purpose to rebuilding stronger. They wouldn't be distracted by petty politics to let the Sith rule them through their favorite puppets and the Death Watch.

"We are ready... The seismic devices are primed and tuned. Sorry for the whining they make. We'll want to launch them soon, so that this happens at the right time. Is he of like mind?"

The last bit was aimed with a shrug at Verz as Ijaat pulled a control wand from his belt.

[member="Mia Monroe"] | [member="Verz Horak"]

 

[Mia Monroe]

Mia smiled sadly at the worry coming off Ijaat and reached up to pat the hand on her shoulder. The number of potential casualties in this act would weigh heavily on her, not to mention the way their families would turn on them. Her eyes slid back to Verz, did it matter if he shared their feelings on the matter? IF Verz knew, if her stood with them... He would only suffer. He'd been shunned once from his people for seeking peace with the sith, Mia wasn't sure that giving him a choice between his loyalty to her, and his own happiness was a fair choice to give.

"It doesn't matter." She said softly, stepping forward she placing her hands on both of Verz's shoulders. "Verz," she met his gaze. "Do you trust me?" She pressed gently against his mind, encouraging the positive response that stirred there, despite the niggling feeling that something was wrong.

[member="Verz Horak"] [member="Ijaat Mereel"]

 

[Verz Horak]

[member="Mia Monroe"] [member="Ijaat Mereel"]

Verz had released Mia from his embrace as Ijaat had walked over. He was about to greet his other friend, when Ijaat had said something about...seismic charges? Launching charges? What? Verz felt his elation at seeing Mia begin to fade, replaced with confusion. What was all this about seismic charges? His eyes snapped back to Mia when her hands grabbed his shoulders. The confusion in Verz's eyes was clear to see.

Mia's encouragement with the Force would have been noticed by Verz, had he not been drinking. Combined with the fact that Verz had never had the Force used on his mind, only his body, meant that he missed the use of that strange power on himself. And with the scarlet Mandalorian's trust and faith in his old friend and commander, he wouldn't have even suspected that Mia would do such a thing.

The feeling that something was wrong was pushed a bit deeper, and Verz spoke.

"Of...of course I trust you, ori'vod. I trust you with my life."

 

[Julius Sedaire]

"Then I hope that trust extends to me, and with more than just your life, Verz..."

Here Ijaat placed a hand on Verz shoulder, and nodded as if in thanks. Somewhere, a tinge of regret at the idealistic fool he had been surfaced. Such high hopes for his people and for what they could become. But they were descending into ruin. Descending into the madness of the Crusade by those slack-jawed lackeys in the Vizsla aliit. For a moment his jaw clenched in stark rage, and his brow furrowed, hand tightening around the device for control. Something in him kept him calm, and pulled him back from the sea of doubt and anger. A deep ragged breath, then the smooth face smiled easily again. If trouble lurked in the eyes who could blame him really?

With a motion he lifted up the controller from waist level to chest-high and eyed it for a moment, and then pressed a series of buttons on that battered wand. Immediately the light at the top went from dull red bright merry green, and he sighed. Klaxons began blaring, and a secondary hum began to sound before the devices he had armed shimmered, shields springing to life around them. A quick look to Mia as he tapped the wand to his helmet brow with a high hollow cling resulting.

"We should go now. The destination is not important. Right before we jump, i'll hit the final call."

[member="Mia Monroe"] | [member="Verz Horak"]

 

[Mia Monroe]

"Everything we do, we do for the sake of our people," Mia continued, "Remeber that in our darkest hour please Verz. Now, go home. Don't follow us." Again she pressed against his mind, encouraging him to agree. She nodded once to Verz as the room around them exploded into a cacophony of screeching alarms and humming from the devices. Letting him go, she looked at Ijaat and inclined her head for him to follow. Leaving Verz where he was, she swept from the room pulling a comlink from her belt.

"R6, come in." There was a moment of silence as the astromech droid took its time waking up, before it tootled in response. "Warm her up. ETA five minutes." An affirmative whistle, and Mia slipped the comlink back onto her belt before glancing at Ijaat. She wanted to say something encouraging and reassuring but she found the words slip away from her. Instead, all she could offer was a tight smile.

[member="Ijaat Mereel"] [member="Verz Horak"]

 

[Verz Horak]

[member="Ijaat Mereel"] [member="Mia Monroe"]

Verz watched as Ijaat finally spoke up, waving around some kind of control device. His eye's met Ijaat's visor.

"Of course Ijaat, we are vode, are we not?"

Verz's eyes moved to the control wand as Ijaat fiddled with it and the lights changed. Verz's head swung towards the newly shielded devices scattered around the sweltering room. A bead of sweat rand down Verz's face, following the path of one of his scars. When Mia let go, Verz hesitated for a moment, still confused. After a moment he stepped towards Mia, and grabbed her arm.

"Mia, tell me what in the name of Kad'Haringar is going on. You owe me at least that much, ori'vod. Please."

 

[Julius Sedaire]

They walked. Verz could come or he could not, Ijaat couldn't say he really cared. The man had no negatives in Ijaat's ledger, but neither had he earned any credit as it were. If he disturbed the plan, Ijaat would try not to end his life... But crippling him and leaving him in Keldabe with no knowledge of who or what he was certainly wasn't outside the realm of things. Ijaat grabbed a crystalline lattice and plugged it to the side of his helmet and nodded. The devices began flashing, and he motioned Mia to the side wall where an exit door to the outside was. A straight tunnel to the "landing pad" on the beach. Bolt holes were a necessity in his mind. And so this had always been prepared.

Striding forward a moment, he let Mia take the lead as he looked back at Vez.

"We cleanse the filth of the Sith from our people"

With that, Ijaat hit a green stud on the wand at his hip, and the devices changed pitch and alarm klaxons began to blare. It had been started. In a handful of minutes, the devices would be in the core of the planet and would detonate simultaneously. Forcing the subsequent eruption of every volcano on the planet at close to maximum capacity at once. It would also destabilize the tectonics, causing shifting plates for months or maybe years or more. Earthquakes. Tsunamis. It would completely destroy the ecosystem of the planet, and even with actively working to heal it, it would take many years before it could be fixed. Such was the price to pay to reforge his people from idle waste. He would pay it so they might rise again from the ashes of the fire set by his own hand, greater than before.

"We best hurry Mia.... Not much time left to us now..."

[member="Verz Horak"] | [member="Mia Monroe"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

BRISTLEBARK CAVE
NABOO

Bristlebark was a place of visions, and one intruded on Ajira's practice with exceptional strength. She deactivated her simple lightsabre and sheathed her long dagger, then slumped against the wall of the cave. She'd meant to close her eyes and focus on the vision as it swelled, but she found her gaze drawn to the tunnel in the ceiling, and the distant stars beyond the rocks. One seemed to blink red. It burst into crimson, yellow, ashy gray, until it blotted out the field of view in her mind's eye. She'd never been one for sensing things, but this place amplified the disturbance in the Force. She glimpsed volcanos, more than one, blasting ash and rock into the sky. She watched another set of moons and constellations overcast by volcanic smoke.

She knew those moons and those stars, and the voice that whispered in the back of her mind: We cleanse the filth of the Sith from our people.

It sounded like Jared Ovmar. Context suggested it was the man whose soul she'd transferred to Ovmar's clone: Ijaat Mereel. Her association with Mereel could partially explain the strength of the vision, as could her far longer association with the planet Manda'yaim.

A growl rose in her throat. She drew on the vergence of Bristlebark Cave and cast her mind out according to the patterns of Darth Vectivus.

***​

​

[member="Ijaat Mereel"] [member="Mia Monroe"] [member="Verz Horak"]

A simple black silhouette took form in the tunnel to the landing pad. The figure stank of the Dark Side. "What have you done?" it snapped, in a voice that only Ijaat would recognize. The silhouette jabbed a finger at him. "What have you done to your home, boy?"

 

[Malok]

VERD ESTATE, MANDALORE

Runi,

I just wanted to say thank you. Although it seemed like all we did was catch the same head cold, it meant the world to tag along on Hoth. Thank you. I

TR@N$MiS---///Corrupt

***​

This was intended to be a day of rest. A day of joyful reflection upon a deed well done. Yet the gods themselves had other plans. Whilst roaming the halls of his home, the recently restored Estate, Isley Verd began to dictate a message to his daughter [member="Runi Verin"]. The aging Mandalorian was happy - more so than he had been in literal months - due to spending time with his estranged child. And, although the mission to Hoth had not seen their relationship mended, it was a start. The Warmaster took this as a sign of things to come: something beautiful on the horizon.

But then...

"ISLEY!" The frantic voice of a kinsman matched the chaos unleashed upon Mandalore. The earth underneath their feet began to give way, the heavens began to darken, and heat washed over the Estate. Sweltering. "What the hell is going on?" came his response, standard given the circumstances. "It's bad, real bad." And then the Warmaster was informed that Mandalore herself was unleashing fury upon them all...that the dormant volcanos awoke all at once.

"We've got to evacuate, now. Get everyone to the Hang-"

"That's a no-go, Alor. Quake took out the lifts, we can't even get to the basement!"

"KARK! How many ships above ground do we have?"

"I don't kn-"

A fresh tremor cut the Clansman off. Both men were dropped to their knees as the ground groaned beneath them. Light fixtures collapsed from on high, along with the very architecture itself. Stones, beams, and glass showered down all around them. Isley grit his teeth and cast a glance outside, hoping against hope that he wasn't the only one too lazy to park his ships indoors. Two. Just...two.

"Take the Ship. Get Aunt Teras and the little ones aboard first, then pack it as tight as you can."

"What about you?"

"I'll see to everyone else. Go!"

The two men parted ways at once, avoiding peril at the hands of their collapsing home all the while. Once outside, the Warmaster addressed the gaggle of his surviving kin who had mustered about the two lifeboats. "Elders first! Children second!" he barked over their panic. "Weavers, to me!" The Weavers – his kin turned apprentices – met him a few paces away from the frantic evacuation. "I'm sending who's left to Matri."

"We'll ready the circle." said one, but Isley raised his hand. "No. I'm sending you as well. If we all expend ourselves getting everyone to safety, there won't be anyone strong enough to pull them back."

"B-But, Alor, from what you've told us-"

"Debate it with me after we've made it."

***​

The ships were clear.

The Way was opened. Amidst broken earth and raging heavens did emerald fire burn. One by one, my family entered the realm of spirit. One by one, my family entered the protection of Mother.

My Clan would endure this day.

But Mandalore...she was in bad shape.

The newly-crowned [member="Vilaz Munin"] was going to have his hands full, that's for certain. But, the Council believed in him. The people believed in him. Either he'd rise to the challenge or get swept away...

As for me, I have no intention of dying.

You can be the sacrificial lamb. You can be the hero you've always wanted to be. But I will not be dragged down with you "Warmaster."

Then live. But do me one favor.

Lend me the strength to see this finished...

...It's getting harder to breathe.

Harder to...

Why have you forsaken me?

[member="Ijaat Mereel"], [member="Mia Monroe"]

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

Raxis estate, a small little place not many joined really maybe a few hundred at the most.

Stardust in absence of her husband, controlled the clan for the moment, being the only one available to do so she stepped up to the job

She had just finished training some of the people who needed it, it was a odd time, the mandalorians weren't out terrorizing the galaxy or fighting the sith

However, since she awoke, something had been bothering her, a bad feelimg and dread had washed over her, she walked through the gardens as she then feel to a knee as the ground shook, people around her did the same mumbling and looking about, she stood looking in the distance seeing a volcano erupt then another and another and another....she ground didn't stop shaking either

-alor raxis! Ma'am! There seems to be a world wide mass event going on...the world she...she is erupting all the volcanoes!-

Another shake and stardust stood

*get...get everyone to the ships now!*

She said loudly as people started moving quickly, she watched a building collapse and screamimh, she rushed over as she started reaching out and moving debris, only one crawled out, she looked as she ran back into the house her and gray had, she started grabbing as much as she xoukd, his valuables her stuff anything really of value

She ran out as the ground shook, she huffed as she carried the chest on her back and ran, she boarded the ship as she watched more buildings collapse

*get us out of here*

She said over comms as the ships moved up all full of people out and onto space, looking out stardust saw hell...mandalore had...been...she couldnt describe it at all

-where to...ma'am-

*hold in space...let's see if the new leader has anything to say...or any orders*

[member="Darth Metus"][member="Ajira Cardei"][member="Ijaat Mereel"][member="Verz Horak"][member="Mia Monroe"]

 

[Mia Monroe]

Mandalore​

Beskar'yaim​

Tunnel to the Landing Pad​

No sooner had he taken hold, Mia yanked her arm free of Verz's grasp and shot him a warning look. Ijaat spoke before she could urging them on. "Come with us, Verz." she said, breaking into a jog. She would dump him at the nearest space station, regardless of where he stood on the matter. Better that he wasn't dragged into this as well. Better that he remained to help rebuild. She slowed to a stop as the silhouette formed in their path, snarling at Ijaat.

Mia stepped firmly between her and Ijaat. It was a phantom, nothing more, nothing less. A message sent to scald him. Why? and more importantly, whom? She placed herself in front of the female phantom. "He did what was asked of him." the dark side swelled from it, but then did it not from her?

"Who is it?" She asked Ijaat, not taking her eyes off the phantom. The volcano rumbled ominously behind them, snapping her attention away. "We really don't have time for this."

[member="Ijaat Mereel"] [member="Verz Horak"] [member="Ajira Cardei"] [member="Stardust Raxis"] [member="Darth Metus"]

 

[Julius Sedaire]

The phantom roiled with a familiar presence and voice, and Ijaat took a step back, hand almost falling to his sword. A shuddering breath and the hand jerked back. Clenched fist clanked against breastplate and he dropped his head. It was a clear motion of subordinate to superior. This woman, this presence, was why he was alive. The reason that the Force called and pulsed in him as the planet began to have it's meltdown. A massive shatterpoint swirled, right around him and his actions. Ripples would be easier to detect as time went on, and if he were honest pretty much anyone who knew his Force Signature intimately would know he was behind what had happened. Eventually, people like [member="Alec Rekali"] and [member="Draco Vereen"] would want answers. He signaled Mia it was ok and to proceed as he began to address the phantom. A touch of fear in his eyes. He kne, and yet did not know this one...

"Madam... I will explain... Trust me when I say it is related to the fight against the Sith and their machinations. Right now, this entire planet is about to turn into a wasteland. They must not be allowed a foothold here. May I meet you somewhere, to explain myself further?"

[member="Mia Monroe"] | [member="Ajira Cardei"]

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

Spoiler: OOC Note

Entering after discussion with [member="Ijaat Mereel"]

NEUTRAL SPACE BETWEEN GROMAS & NAM CHORIOS
Defense Patrol Group Three
Flagship: Mentor-class SJS Dagobah

The lukewarm cold war with the United Clans of Mandalore was definitely putting a damper on his childhood.

Yes, his childhood had gone on for longer than most. The fact remained, at the young age of sixty-something (give or take about four hundred years), the tow-headed Anzat would have much rather been playing with the younglings at the Jedi Temple on Voss than on assignment to the edge of Silver Jedi space.

As he had done for the Great Republic during the Clone Wars - another time his extended childhood had been placed on hiatus - the vampire boy was at the head of a battle squadron. His orders were to conduct a strategic deterrence patrol along the border shared between the Jedi and the Mandalorians. It was both random and routine, to demonstrate the military capability of the Silver Jedi while always changing both the routes used and the size of the force.

"General."

Most kids his age, relatively speaking anyway, imagined themselves holding that title. For his part, he didn't have to imagine. He'd been saddled with military rank and authority since he was a boy. An even younger boy. First, as a commander during the Stark Hyperspace War. Then as a captain during the Yinchorri Uprising. Then a general during the Clone Wars. Each conflict another moment in time where he'd lost those he'd cared about.

The young Anzat had been lounging inverted, upside down, in the command chair -- his legs hooked over the legs of the chair, hugging the back of the seat. It wasn't the position he'd started off in. He'd sat in the chair normal at first. Then with his feet pulled up into the seat with him. Then stretched out lengthwise across the chair before finally settling into his current posture, in which the boy's head hung down toward the deck.

As such, he was peering up at rather odd angle with the naval officer came to deliver news.

Probably another comet. They'd picked up two earlier, and the science lab had reported twenty seven parts of space dust per cubic meter in the region they were traveling in, which was up by a margin of point-zero-three percent from earlier reporting.

Seriously, this was the kind of stuff they dragged him out of bed for. If the younglings knew that this was what generals actually put up with on a daily basis, they'd be much less excited about the prospect of growing up.

"Com-Scan has detected a transmission that you should see," the officer reported. Which, was at least more interesting than bringing him another science report. Performing a handstand, the youngling knight fell forward to right himself back up again. Doing so caused him to feel the blood rushing from his head, sniffling and wiping at his nose as the officer continued, "HNN is reporting wide-spread explosions across the planet Mandalore."

As the boy's attention was directed to the holographic generators on the bridge, the room was flooded with light from a correspondent's desk, where a Gran woman was delivering the report.

"...till no word from the ruling Alor'e Council or the Mandalore as of yet, and we have lost all contact with our affiliate stations on Mandalore. I say again, this is Prala Jekt of HoloNet News Network and we are receiving reports of widespread explosions across the surface of the planet Mandalore. Eyewitness holo-vid, taken from orbit, shows what appears to be a large dust cloud covering the planet's atmosphere..."

Turning away from the transmission, the holographic lighting illuminated the child's face as he looked up at the officer and said, "Flag that transmission and forward to Voss." Trouble on Mandalore could be cause from a break in activity by the Mandalorians. Or cause to incite further aggression. In either case, the Silver Council needed to be aware of this now. Then, the thought coming to him a moment later, the boy called after the officer's retreating back to add, "...with a copy to Silver Cross United."

"Sir?"

The statement seemed to take the officer by some surprise, spinning the career admiral around to look at the boy with confusion apparent. Thinking aloud, the youth explained, "Master [member="Maya Carrick"] will want to be aware." If he recalled correctly, she had some association with the United Clans of Mandalore of her own. And humanitarian response to these sorts of disasters were her calling.

"Sir..."

The naval officer didn't like where this was going. The confusion of before was now clearly an objection forming in the tone as he spoke. Cutting the man off, the boy added a final piece. "Then send this to representatives of the United Clans of Mandalore: This is General Sor-Jan Xantha of the Silver Jedi Ship Dagobah. We stand ready to assist you should the situation on Mandalore require it."

They were hardly friends with the Mandalorians at present, but they were still Jedi. Not offering assistance wasn't really an option, at least in the boy's mind. Whether [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] or [member="Coci Heavenshield"] would agree with that or not...

Well, he was Corellian. 'Better to ask forgiveness than permission' was sort of a way of life for him.