Mandalorian Carnival: First of Many

[Matreya]

Clad in his Beskar'gam, Damien Daemon moved much slower then other wise, but still he finished his jobs faster than most. He was a hard worker, intelligent, loyal, and all of the qualities required of a great combatant.

Why am I naming his doing's, at a start of a start? Because, these things led him to spend time wishing his Faction had more fun. He hadnt been concerned with such childish notions for a long time, but now he was reminiscent of his own time as a youngling. This led him to spend nearly 5 million credits in the past 24 hours.

Within the next few hours, a festival of unheard of proportions would hit Mandalore. There would be incredibly high rides, ones that moved so fast riders were afraid of lost skin, as well as those required for less avid guests. Booths of all kind would be present, from games to animal adoptions. Then for lovers, personal knowledge games as well as large holo-theaters and the like. Damien wanted a happy Mandalore, and spent a great heft to do so. He hoped all children would be present, bringing parents so as to make them ecstatic too.

Back to the walking.

Nearing the doors that held [member="Gilamar Skirata"]'s office, he smiled at the guards and nodded. They knew who he was, as there were very few Dark Side Mando allowed in the ranks. Despite a questioned look between the two of them, they receded and allowed him to knock.

It was probably smart to alert the planets leaders to the inevitable incoming mass of ships that would carry festivities.

 

[Preliat Mantis]

[member="D-Man"] wasn't low on the list of people that Preliat didn't like. Didn't want to kill. This man, was one of them. Preliat stopped him, just before he could even get close to the Mandalore's office. Preliat was face to face with the man, narrowing his eyes. His voice was harsh, his tone vicious and threatening. The two guards moved aside as Preliat came up to the Dark Jedi. Preliat, removed a single Westar-34 from his thigh holster, and held it against the neck of the man, the barrel not quite digging into his skin, but not quite not either. Preliat didn't move his eyes off the man.


"You scum-sucking piece of dar'jetii. Give me a reason, not to shoot you right here and right now."Preliat's lips sneered into a hateful grimace, he wanted so desperately to kill the man here and now."You backstabbing Sith heretic."

 

[Matreya]

Damien leaned forward, so his mouth was next to the mans ear, "Ill give you two, and they both report directly to the Mandalore." He murmured, utterly unafraid of the man. Stepping around the large body he paused once more, "Keep at it. You wont get under my skin." (ooc or ic)

Continuing towards the door, he finally got the chance to do the mentioned knocking.

[member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Gilamar Skirata"]

 

[Preliat Mantis]

That was enough for Preliat. In well fell swoop, his Beskad was removed from the large of his back, and slammed into the wall adjacent to Daemo's head. It probably came close to him, at least. At worst, it missed him by literally a hair, at worst, it might have given him a scratch. The guards turned and stared at each other. Preliat turned to face them both."I won't hesitate to drop them like I wouldn't hesitate to drop you. The difference is, I wouldn't kill them."Preliat turned and stared at him.


"I don't care if Mandalore himself opens that door, you're going to give me a reason why you deserve to be called Mando'ade."Preliat, replaced the weapon directly against Daemo's head. Daemos now had significantly less patience with Preliat."After all you've done with the Sith. And I bet, continue to do."

[member="D-Man"]

 

[Matreya]

"Im going to do this? Me?" Damien asked, his brow arched, "Now now, I do so apologize for wherever you recieved this ill info from, but that is not the case." Damien murmured, he still held no fear of the man. He could attempt to startle him, but it wouldnt work, "And if you drop them as you so elegantly stated, you will find yourself a quick enemy." D had recently proved to Master [member="Ordo"] that he was willing to leave the Sith behind in order to prove his loyalties to the Mandoa, and that in itself was enough for him.

[member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Gilamar Skirata"]

 

[Preliat Mantis]

"You are going to give me a reason to trust you as a brother of the Mando'ade. And why I shouldn't dig my Beskad into your neck."Preliat's fingers curled around the hilt, and yanked it from the wall. He stared at Daemos."One last chance, Dar'Jetii - tell me why you deserve to be called Mando'ade, why I should trust you."



[member="D-Man"]

 

[Matreya]

Damien stared at the man a moment...

Then burst into hysterical laughter, "You really think you scare me? Or have any kind of control over me? Gods among Force Users have battled around me, and not made me flinch. You wont do better." Damien said, contemplating simply Force Exploding - such a close range blast, done by a being with dual power levels, would likely crush all of his organs and bones instantly. But then again, it would also simply prove what he sought to.

Winking at the man, he turned around once more - showing his back being the utmost unafraid move he could do.

He knocked once more.

[member="Preliat Mantis"]