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Prudii Kyr'am Alor/Mandalorian Elder
(Mandalorian Empire NOT welcome in this thread)
LOCATION
Prudii Kyr'am Compound
Jungles, Kyrayc
ARMOR
A'den's Beskar'gam
AMBIANCE
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SETTING
Prudii Kyr'am Compound
The sun was shining, but barely seen through the orange cloud cover, even more so deep within the jungles of Kyrayc, few rays of light got through the trees. so over grown with trees and grass and brush. It was beautifully green and lush. The sounds of the jungle echoed through the vastness of the land. Birds can be heard chirping, monkeys howling in the distance, tree branches can be heard snapping from creatures walking and roaming the jungle. A'den stood there on a concrete ground that made 90% of the entire compound. A'den's armor red and black, medals decorated his armor, red sash down his waist from the front and a black waist cape and the rest of his waist reaching the ground. A'den's helmet with his signature Reaper T visor. His beskads on his back only complimenting his brown shredded Jedi robe shoulder cape swaying with the slight breeze. A'den looked around his Aliit's compound admiring his Aliit's hard work. It was an old military base, it had big hangars, an old class building which A'den used for just that, teaching new vode. A Cantina that was once a mess hall, barracks became exactly that, barracks. Basically every building became what it once was, including the armory, there was even a shooting range and a battle circle made for honor duels. The base was fully enclosed by a 30 foot Durasteel wall with active working turrets all over the the wall and base. A'den watched the Prudii Kyr'am Mandalorian Clan members working around the base, some were building up the base, others at the training course or even the battle circle sparring. A'den saw his son Kylo watching over the battle circle. A'den loved this location, they were hundreds of miles from Carson City. It brought a smile to his scarred face hidden beneath his Buy'ce.
A'den turned to look behind him to see the hangar that housed his custom Firespray ship. A'den thought about the direction of his Aliit, they were members of the CIS Mandalorian Protectors, but he wanted more for his Aliit, he wanted them to make their mark on the galaxy as they had over nearly 500 years ago when he was younger and was Mand'alor. WOAH, A'den thought to himself, he's over 500 years old. Only because of carbon freeze, but still a human over 500 years old, that's something to think about and try and wrap your head around. A'den must be the longest reigning Alor in history. A'den chuckled to himself over that thought, he was never one for records. A'den actually didn't give a damn what anyone thought about him. A'den can guarantee he's seen more and done more than any Mandalorian in existence today, he's more experienced in the Mandalorian culture, wars, battles, training and strategy and tactics than any current vod. That didn't matter to him though, it was his people, his family, his Aliit that mattered to him. A'den's thought roamed to the new galactic republic, they were good people, Prudii Kyr'am was a clan that did good. A'den had already put word in that he was interested in having his Aliit aid the new republic, all he had to do now was wait for an answer from them. In the mean time he would sit back and relax and enjoy that his Aliit begun to prosper again. A'den begun walking towards the main headquarters building of the base at a rather casual pace.
HQ AMBIANCE
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A'den reached the HQ and walked inside, the inside was dimly lit, the place made of metal and the parts that were refurbished by Prudii Kyr'am by the scrap metal. Monitors, and holoscreens littered the walls, keyboards, computers are all resting on the man made metal counters. The various screens could be seen monitoring a variety of things, such as the turrets, scanners and radars watching for any incoming beings or anything of that matter, both watching land and air, once screen was even watching the orbit of Kyrayc. A'den walked to a computer by itself and checked something on it. No communications from the republic yet, well in time I'm sure they will contact us. A'den took his beskads off his back and put them on a table, as he walked across the metal floor his boots clung against the floor. A'den grabbed a black leather office chair on wheels and sat in it and scooted to the Radar and scanners monitors and watched them. A'den don't know why but he found this relaxing, watching the screens. A'den reached up and pressed the sides of Buy'ce and then air could be heard hissing as it was released. A'den put his Buy'ce down on the table next to him. A'den reached into a pouch in his belt and pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, holding the lighter in one hand and the cigs in the other, A'den opens the pack and pulls out a cigarette and then closes the pack and tosses it on the table next to his Buy'ce. A'den lifts the lid on his lighter and flicks the lighter to light the flame, A'den raises his lighter to his cigarette and lights it. A'den inhales the first drag then closes the lighter and puts it on the table. A'den then reaches up to where his cigarette being held in his mouth, and takes the cigarette in between his fingers and takes it from his mouth and exhales the smoke from his drag. A'den was at peace smoking his cigarette relaxing waiting for something to happen.