Licking Wounds

[Mig Gred]

Taanab: Clan Tal Hospital

Mig leaned back on one of the benches in the Tal Hospital, Leddie laying on his lap with her eyes closed. She needed sleep. They both did honestly, but the Alor wasn't sleeping until he finally heard about the last of the Concord Dawn civilians and members of Clan Gred that had been brought here. In orbit, what was left of Gred Fleet was mostly a battle damaged group of survivors. The Doge and Taanabian Spirit were destroyed along with many other vessels. Dang Sith.

Now all Mig could do was wait and see what happened. His clan already wasn't the largest, so something like this.... He was surprised that they made it honestly. All that firepower. How they attacked.... And know he could only wait. Osik, the battle didn't kill him, but not hearing any news would do him in if someone didn't tell him something!

[member="Taozi Fuyuan"] [member="Amon Vizsla"] [member="Stardust Solus Skirae"] [member="Kat Decoria"]

 

[Taozi Fuyuan]

It had taken time for Taozi to return from Wayland, but she had done all she could for Yasha. Clan Gred and the people of Concord Dawn needed her now. She had been bustling about, checking on every room in the hospital. Nearly every bed had been filled, and those that didn't require medical aid were place in the family housing building or the Tal stronghold. So far there had only been a small amount of deaths, though some Gred members in critical condition were being watched closely. Seeing [member="Mig Gred"] on one of the benches, Taozi swore under her breath before walking quickly over to him.

"Mig Gred, do I need to strap you to a bed to make you sleep?"

[member="Amon Vizsla"] [member="Stardust Solus Skirae"] [member="Kat Decoria"]

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

She had fled
When the clans needed her the most she took those who would flow and fled to zeltros
The amount of guilt and shame she felt realizing what all of her actions had down fell upon her like a thousand pounds

Now here she was back on the planet she had to retreat from long ago. Daring to step foot again even while one her armor, stepping closer and closer till she could see the hospital and let a breath out. Removing her helmet she sat it down on the ground and looked upon the budimg and frowned

In her want to protect her family they had been split. In her want to save her clan many had been lost

Picking her helmet up she proceeded forward, unsure if any of somos was here at all or for that matter anyone she knew...little did she know what today would bring

[member="Mig Gred"] [member="Taozi Fuyuan"]

 

[Zef Halo]

If the Silvers had acted the Mandalorian way there would be no surviving fleet of UCM loyalists in the space of their own planet of Taanab. But they were Jedi, they not only spared the enemies but they also tended to their wounds. That fact simply surprised Amon, he barely understood it. Bred by his father Ronan, the alor of clan Vizsla, he knew best that the best enemy was the dead one. Especially when it came to those loyal to Cadera who were responsible for the Red Coronation and the death of his sister.

Yet, Amon sought to change. Change from these vicious ways his father had engraved within him. Thus, he had fled the Vizsla fleet and joined the Antarian Rangers. Much had happened since his first day. Most recently and notably was the fateful fight with Cadera’s right hand - Kaine Australis during the Battle of Azure. A battle that was far more personal than it was for the sake of protecting and upholding the Silver Jedi’s values.

So why was Amon here on Taanab?

It had recently been acquired under the protective wing of the Silver Jedi Order who in turn lended a hand to the wounded and crippled Mandalorian warriors. They had refrained from extraditing the UCM presence on the planet despite the Clans’ loss in the Battle of Taanab.

Very Jedi-esque.

Amon, as one of the very few Mandalorians in the ranks of the Silvers, arrived on Taanab to ascertain where these Mandalorians’ loyalties lied. He wasn’t sure he was the right man for the job as his prowess lied in combat, rather than socializing and diplomacy. The only diplomacy he knew was the sharp end of the sword.

Donning a Ranger camo outfit and with the Darksaber hanging on the side of his belt, the Vizsla had lost himself numerous times within the massive Clan Tal hospital in pursuit of one they called Mig Gred. Alor of clan Gred and technically the head honcho of the damaged fleet in orbit. Both clans Tal and Gred were known to Amon as names but anything more remained a mystery to him. What bothered him was their allegiance to the pretender - the faux Mand’alor who remained responsible for the death of his sister and the subsequent exodus of clan Vizsla from their homeworld of Manda’yaim.

In his ludicrous stroll around, Amon finally matches the face on his datapad with a man sitting on one of the hospital’s hundreds of benches. In front of him a woman had just approached him. Amon walked right up next to them and with an upright posture and cold voice, he asked:

“Mig Gred?”


[member="Mig Gred"] [member="Taozi Fuyuan"]

 

[Mig Gred]

Mig looked up at [member="Taozi Fuyuan"] , sighing slightly as he looked down at Leddie. He really did need sleep, but his mind would never let him. Not until he knew.... He finally looked back up at the Alor doctor, nodding.

"Don't think that would even work. I've already had to break the news to so many about those who were unaccounted for.... Never seen Talyn breakdown like that.... I have to know how everyone else is.... My mind won't let me rest until I...." It was then that someone else walked up, and asked if the Mandalorian on the bench was Mig. The Alor quickly put a finger over his mouth, pointing to the sleeping Leddie before quickly sliding a pillow under her, and slipping out from under her. What [member="Amon Vizsla"] would notice quickly was Mig's pair of blades, his lightsaber Trayc'kad, and the Echani blade given to him by [member="Kat Decoria"]. He may also noticed the man's scarred left side of his face, and the mismatched eyes. He may have even noticed the cybernetic look of the left eye. Mig walked a short ways before finally nodding to the man and speaking.

"I am. Alor of Clan Gred." He then noticed the saber on the Ranger's hip. "And I assume you're a Visla. If you've come for trouble, at least keep it.... No. I sense something different from you."

[member="Stardust Solus Skirae"]

 

[Taozi Fuyuan]

Taozi sighed at [member="Mig Gred"]'s words. He had lost more clan members in the battle than she had, and she saw the burden on his shoulders as a fellow Alor. She was about to speak, until [member="Amon Vizsla"] walked up to the trio. She did not hide her gaze at the Ranger's weapon, and a disapproving frown pulled her lips downwards. She gave Mig a pass on having his weapons on him, due to their hurry to get to the hospital, but the hospital grounds were neutral territory within Pandath City. The doctor followed after Mig, and stood beside him, crossing her arms in front of her.

"I would hope you don't mind me listening in on this discussion, Vizsla. My hospital has been declared neutral territory, and I aim to keep it that way whether you intend on violence or not, so I would suggest you keep your hands away from that weapon of yours. Now, what have you come here to discuss with Mig Gred?"

[member="Stardust Solus Skirae"] [member="Kat Decoria"]

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

While walking in further she felt someone familiar...now two familiar signatures in fact...nearby at that. Walking slowly she rounded a corner before stopping as she spotted amon and took a deep breath. She'd expected them to be around looking for survivors that would be heading to this neutral ground

For now stardust kept at a distance, however she would try and catch taozis attention maybe hopefully get her to come over to ask a few question...as well as keep a eye on these talks

[member="Taozi Fuyuan"] [member="Mig Gred"] [member="Amon Vizsla"]

 

[Kat Decoria]

A message had come to her that Mig Gred and a number of his clan had entered Silver Jedi space near Taanab. This seemed credible since the SJO had only taken over the care of Taanab after the war between the CIS and the UCM. With the Sith attacking Mandalore, it seemed a sensible time to be fleeing UCM. She knew that Mig was not a coward, but fleeing the Sith into Jedi space would be the most sensible option to keep your people safe. Especially in Mig's case since she would have his back, she trusted him and knew he wouldn't harm the SJO. She hadn't always been sure of her friend but she learned not to think bad of every Mandalorian, it was the few that were in charge that caused the issues that the SJO had with them.

Kat made her way to Taanab with her N-Wing. Landing on the planet, it had been awhile since she had last been on Taanab. She visited with a group of Rescue Rangers to help rebuild and restore Taanab to the strength it had before the war. They had since left the planet, allowing it to be self govern like all SJO worlds. She approached the hospital, she spotted an Antarian Ranger that she worked with on Azure and Mig with another she did not recognise. In the distance, there was Stardust in her armour, clearly the Zeltros leader had joined the UCM in fighting the Sith. Kat gave a wave to Stardust and approached the other three.

"Hey Mig, ummm... Amon, right?" She greeted the two she knew first before turning to the stranger, "Hey, I'm Kat. Nice to meet you."

[member="Mig Gred"] | [member="Amon Vizsla"] | [member="Taozi Fuyuan"] | [member="Stardust Solus Skirae"]

 

[Zef Halo]

Amon gave a quick glance at the Darksaber on his hilt acknowledging how Gred and the doctor had recognized him. The Mandalorian had not taken the blade quite honorably from the heirlooms of clan Vizsla, he had fled the Vizsla fleet snatching it in the process. He shoved the memory away and was about to speak when a slightly familiar voice called out from next to him.

A woman, her face and voice recognizable but the Vizsla couldn't really be sure what name to put next to it. The Battle of Azure came to mind but nothing more than that. He could hardly remember much from then other than the battle itself and his quest for vengeance against Kaine Australis. Everything else remained blurred in his mind. Nonetheless, the Mandalorian gave her a confirming nod before gazing back at the Alor of clan Gred.

"No trouble unless you seek it, Gred." Amon replied in Basic but continued in Mando'a. "You've found shelter under the giving hands of the Jedi, yet you stood with the Pretender." He paused and stared even deeper into the man's mismatched eyes. "I am no Jedi and I know who my enemies are."

Another pause of deaf silence followed before he uttered coldly:

"Do you?"

[member="Mig Gred"] [member="Taozi Fuyuan"] [member="Stardust Solus Skirae"] [member="Kat Decoria"]​

 

[Mig Gred]

Mig nodded at what [member="Taozi Fuyuan"] had to say. This was neutral territory, and it shouldn't be surprising that Mando'ade would show up eventually. He looked over waiting for [member="Amon Vizsla"] to respond. He didn't have to wait long. At least he wasn't looking for trouble. He then asked Mig a simple question. Did he know who his enemies were? The Alor smiled slightly, responding to the Visla, his first sentence in a mix of Basic and Mando'a, and the rest in only Mando'a.

"I simply come to make sure my aliit (family/clan) is well taken care of, and know none better than the vod of Clan Tal. I also know my enemies, but my father had a saying. 'An honorable enemy could make a strong ally.' He always had a unique way of looking at things."


He then sensed the presences of two familiar people, one of which was confirmed by a voice. He looked to see his old friend, [member="Kat Decoria"] . He smiled, honestly surprised, though he still couldn't recognize the other by the Force alone. He then realized that of the times they'd met, most involved fighting in some way. Be it slavers, now getting civilians off a war-torn world, or, in their first meeting, each other. He sighed a little, looking at her and speaking.

"Kat. Wish we could meet under better circumstances for a change, but it's good to see you again."

[member="Stardust Solus Skirae"]

 

[Taozi Fuyuan]

Taozi felt eyes on her, and glanced to the direction she felt them from, and saw [member="Stardust Solus Skirae"] a small distance away. The doctor narrowed her eyes in a look that would tell the older woman to approach, before Taozi turned her attention back to [member="Mig Gred"] and @Amon Vizla. Truthfully, Amon's words peeved her. Yasha, being called a pretender? A sharp glare became aimed at Amon as Mig spoke. The doctor's Mando'a was cold, and her eyes filled with anger. Taozi would not allow her friend's name to be defamed like this. Not after what Yasha had been through in only the last week.

"You call her the Pretender, yet she did more for the Mandalorians and Mandalore in her reign as Mand'alor than many of us. She sacrificed her family life to lead us, sacrificed her body for us, and when she stepped down from her position as Manda'lore to be a mother to her children? She had to fight Carnifex to the death to defend Mandalore, and died for us. So tell me, Vizsla, what have you done for us?"

Taozi barely noticed [member="Kat Decoria"] approach, but a smile replaced the frown on her face when she did fully notice the woman. It'd be impolite to greet a stranger with anger, after all, as Taozi switched back to speaking in Basic. "A pleasure, Miss Decoria. I am Taozi Fuyuan Tal, Alor of Clan Tal. What brings you to my hospital today?"

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

She saw that look, at first her body stiffened up holding herself firmly in place before she let a defeated sigh out and slowly started towards the group. Looking between everyone she saw kat and offered a small smile nodding her head before looking to the others as she stopped just a few feet away listening to taozi then looked to amon

has not the last been a pretender? A puppet controlled by Sith magic brought to life through unnatural and dark means? Better yet why so we focus on the allegiance to a person when our allegiance should be to mother mandalore herself who has seen her children suffer and split apart

She said without any anger or malice but...a tired voice, one that had seen so much happen and was ready for it all to be done and over with so peace may reign
[member="Taozi Fuyuan"][member="Mig Gred"][member="Amon Vizsla"][member="Kat Decoria"]

 

[Kat Decoria]

Kat watched as everyone talked in Mando'ade, well she assumed it was the native language of Mandalorians they were talking but she had no real idea. Bar Echani and Basic, Kat didn't really speak any other language, it was not an interest she had or a skill she could easily master. Learning basic was hard enough when she was younger, she swore she could still feel the wooden ruler her teacher would whack on her hands for missing verbs and nouns. Looking around, there was hostility in people's voices, seemed that things were not friendly which was never a good sign. However, not knowing what was being discussed, Kat was unsure what to say.

"Hi, so seems like things are a bit tense at the moment. I am here to see Mig and learn about what happened, since last we spoke, you were still trying to change the United Clans from the inside. Change them from what we saw on Eshan that is." Kat lifted her hand to her neck and scratched it feeling awkward. "Sorry to hear about the attacks you have suffered. We didn't want to attack you but after another raid on a Jedi temple, we needed to show our strength and protect ourselves and the people under our influence. Hopefully, we can move forward together." Kat was looking at Taozi as she said this. The Mandalorian was still part of the UCM though her people were now in SJO space. It must be hard to live in the territory of your enemies.

"Hopefully Mig, you can find some peace for your clan and perhaps learn some things about the Force." She smiled to her friend briefly.

[member="Mig Gred"] [member="Taozi Fuyuan"] [member="Stardust Solus Skirae"] [member="Amon Vizsla"]

 

[Zef Halo]

And what exactly had the Pretender done, Amon thought, except for butchering his sister and exiling one of the most prominent Mandalorian clans - that of clan Vizsla. She had thrown the Mandalorians into a civil war to which consequences are felt till today. She refused to answer the calls of challengers for the mantle of Mandalore. She turned the title of Mandalore in some fairy tale definition of Kings and Queens and wrecked its reputation to dust.

That is what Yasha had done.

And he felt his fingers twitch for the handle of the Darksaber.

These fools were privileged by her rule. Closed their eyes to the holistic suffering of the Mandalorians, to the tarnishing of the intimidating reputation of the Mando'ade across the galaxy. They were blind to the fact that the galaxy viewed the Mandalorians as pathetic barbarians rather than ruthless warriors.

All thanks to the Pretender.

Fury coursed through his veins but Amon kept his cool. For now. With a slightly aggravated tone, he spoke looking both at Tal, who he had not known about before, and Stardust - the dubious figure who had supported the Silver Jedi but also had incredibly suspicious affiliation issues. He recalled what his father, Ronan, the alor of Clan Vizsla and a challenger to the Mand'alor mantle, had once said and spat it out exactly as he remembered it:

"I am not interested in discussing matters of rule with a bootlicker. Mand'alor was never supposed to be King, or Queen. You and yours made her your God. Worshiping at her feet. A disgrace."

He paused and glanced at Mig.

"The Jedi have opened their arms to help you. Make sure you do not become the dog that bites the hand that feeds him, Gred." this was said in Basic.

Amon turned to leave.

[member="Kat Decoria"] [member="Mig Gred"] [member="Stardust Solus Skirae"] [member="Taozi Fuyuan"]​

 

[Mig Gred]

Mig looked at [member="Taozi Fuyuan"] and [member="Stardust Solus Skirae"] as they spoke. He sighed a bit at the fire Taozi showed. He agreed with Star, who mimicked his own Buir's beliefs. Osik, even during the purge and Force cure he stayed loyal to Mandalore! Yes, he may have... sidestepped some rulings made to start those, but he was still loyal to Mandalore, and the Mand'alor. Heck, he was killed by a fellow Force Welder during that civil war, all for remaining loyal to Mandalore. He eyed [member="Amon Vizsla"] as he left a final word, turning to leave. He sighed, and answered.

"I've never forgotten that Visla, but if I may ask, should Clan Gred have turned on Mandalore with the other Force Wielders because they didn't respect Ra's choice? For all intents and purposes I shouldn't be able to speak to you right now. You say we are only seen as barbarians, but has there ever truly been a different view of us? Despite the slave we free, and worlds we protect.... Some will just never change there thinking, Visla, but what do I know. I can only fully speak for my own clan."

He just sighed. Maybe what he said would help thing, or ruin them like his mouth had almost done on Junction. Yeah... that was fun. Gil and his friend getting shot, jumping out a window. Almost ruining diplomatic talks before that. Good times. Simpler times honestly. He then looked to [member="Kat Decoria"] . He smiled a bit at his friend, sighing lightly. "Sorry for the tension, Kat. It was bound to come up at some point." Mig would be lying if he said he'd never been like Visla was right now. Best he could do is keep control though. "But, hard to change things when your clan's as small as Gred. Best I could do was keep working how I always did. The constant battles didn't help either. Concord Dawn.... Let's just say I think I understand your thoughts on Eshan more clearly now. Here...." Mig then rubbed his left "eye." "Did at least learn I'm going to be a Buir." The Echani then said she hoped Mig's clan could find peace, and maybe learn more about the Force. He nodded. "I hope so to Kat. Hope and aliit's (family's) all a lot of us have now."

 

[Taozi Fuyuan]

Taozi's eyes held a concern for [member="Stardust Solus Skirae"] as the doctor listened to her speak. The Twi'lek woman was tired, and the stress of everything happening in the past few months was likely aging the poor woman faster than her actual age. Next, [member="Kat Decoria"] spoke of the attacks. The woman seemed sincere, and as much as Taozi wanted to believe her... Trust was hard to find from the doctor, these days. Not one to be impolite, however, Taozi gave her a small smile.

"As long as no harm comes to Taanab and it's citizens, I'm willing to look forward to the future with the Jetii, despite our groups' quarrels with each other. Taanab is my home, and her people my family, all I have done has been for their sake, not mine."

As Taozi spoke, she barely noticed [member="Amon Vizsla"] and [member="Mig Gred"] speak, despite Amon looking right at her. Mandalorians have long memories, but is it healthy to be so? Taozi watched Amon leave thoughtfully, before looking over to Leddie, sleeping, seemingly, peacefully nearby. So many children had been orphaned in this war between adults, so many children themselves lost in battles. When those in power decide to go to war... Do they think of the consequences?

A thoughtful frown pulled on the doctor's lips, as a sigh escaped her lips at her grim thoughts. On the bright side, no one was screaming or dying right now... Right?

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

[member="Taozi Fuyuan"] [member="Mig Gred"] [member="Amon Vizsla"] [member="Kat Decoria"]

Stardust tensed up, glaring to amon as she balled her fist up. Worship yasha? Bootlicking?!? Stardust took a deep breath and let it out feeling her anger rising, enough those with the force around her could feel it even

However she looked to those near her, mig didnt need stardust to blow up not now not while he was healing himself, taozi she mad a promise not to get aggressive, kat well...stardust didn't want to upset her

Finally there was the kid, leddie, star didnt want to wake the girl

Sighing to cm herself stardust simply took a seat on the grass and bowed her head, one thing of war in any soldier, no matter how brave or larger then life had a point they grew tired, stardust had reached that limit herself

so...we are all that's left?

She said in regards to then here, the ones who wanted peace to begin with, only to be served more war