MANDALORIANS - Recover and Recount

[Malagith]

NOTE: This thread is open to non-Sith aligned Mandalorians - Sith Mandos would not know about it. ​

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New Keldabe, 100 km east of Bothmara (capital of Hollastin)
Planet of Hollastin

New Keldabe. It was the nickname that so many of the Mandalorian refugees had given the settlement where they found themselves. On the planet of Hollastin, it was mostly made up of interspersed swampland and radioactive wasteland, however in some small areas of Hollastin, there are pockets of forestland. While the air is breathable on Hollastin, most human-like species opted to wear masks due to the breathable atmosphere being different enough that it would cause long-term effects.

With Clan Sharratt now governing, owning and residing on Hollastin, those Mandalorians claimed all of the forest areas, that were not irradiated, as their own. Hollastin was, and still is, a Hutt world. However, Black Sun stripped this planet from the Hutt Cartels, laying claim to that planet and its environs. Black Sun then rewarded Clan Sharratt with the Hollastin System for their continuing, loyal service to Black Sun. Well, it was part of the contract, but they fulfilled the terms of their contract with proficiency.

Since the Sith had taken over most all of the Mandalorian Systems, many Clans of Mando’ade were evacuated from their home and brought to Hollastin to settle into a new home. The largest city among the forestlands of Hollastin is inhabited almost entirely by Mandalorian families and clans, refugees from Concord Dawn and Mandalore. They dubbed this city “New Keldabe”. As a result of this safe haven, many Mandalorian-owned companies moved their base of operations to New Keldabe. These companies include Kandosii Warfare Technologies and Concord Specialized Technologies.

It had become a vibrant community of Mandalorians with dozens of clans represented. The semi-breathable air was barely a concern due to most every single citizen being dressed in beskar’gams, even the adiiks were in their small sets of armor.

The mood was one of joy with a hint of sadness. The sadness coming from the many family and clan members lost to the war with the Sith in defense of their homes and also loss of their home and planet of pride. However, some amount of joy was to be found in that the families here and the clans here on Hollastin were alive and that meant that Mando’ade would continue on. While many Mandalorians continued to fight the good fight, these Mandalorians wanted to take a second, breath and restart their lives before throwing themselves once again before the might of the Sith Empire.


Interstellar Shipping vessels came in to New Keldabe every night, dropping off more refugees, Mandalorian artifacts from Mandalore, and belongings that could be mustered, especially the beskar’gams of fallen warriors. While many knew that Black Sun was behind these deliveries, there was also a wariness at dealing with the largest criminal organization in the galaxy. It was not always so, but recently Black Sun had conquered the Hutt Cartels and controlled much of Hutt Space. Hollastin was right in the middle of Black Sun territory—but it belonged to Clan Sharratt…

“Aay’han…”

Malagith breathed the Mandalorian word quietly to himself as he looked out the massive bonfire in the center of a prairie in the distance. Mandalorians far and wide had come and gathered around the bonfire. There were many celebrations occurring across the forests of New Keldabe. “Aay’han” is a Mandalorian word that means “bittersweet”, which describs the state of mind when Mandalorians savor a peaceful moment with family and comrades…but also grieve for those who have died. A young dark-skinned human child came running up to him and hugged his armored leg tightly. He looked down and smiled at his niece, reached down and messed up her long hair. She ran away giggling. The smile quickly faded…

Malagith’s small Clan was Clan Warleera. The Sith had nearly wiped the clan out down to the last man, woman, and child in the defense of Keldabe. There were just a few of them left. Not wanting to be without the strength of the clan, he and those who were left of Clan Warleera joined up with Clan Sharratt. It had been Clan Sharratt that greeted the remnants of his clan on the Interstellar Shipping vessels that were whisking away refugees from Keldabe. Immediately, they welcomed the remaining Clan Warleera into their ranks in Clan Sharratt. While Malagith did not approve for their criminal employer, nor did he approve of Black Sun’s apparent alliance with the Sith Empire, he could only imagine that these arrangements were out of necessity. What Malagith did know was that Interstellar Shipping had a contract with the Clans of Mandalore during the Sith-Mandalorian War for Mandalore—they provided all the logistics for that war effort. However, that did not mean Malagith liked Black Sun at all—he hated them. But he was part of Clan Sharratt now and Black Sun was turning a blind eye to the Mandalorians that were gathering on Hollastin, so he decided that it would just be a agree to disagree with the large criminal organization…

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Vox Stath, Alor of Clan Sharratt, had asked Malagith to arrange for true Mando’ade to be invited to Hollastin for celebration, but also a final farewell to those they had lost. In truth, Malagith expected several thousands of Mandalorians to find their way to Hollastin tonight and the next few days. They would be celebrating for a week and then many would go their separate ways. Even those who continued to fight needed a reprieve from the war…

With his buy’ce (helmet) strapped to his hip, Malagith tipped back a tankard of Tihaar and just enjoyed his time among his people…

 

[Mig Gred]

Out of hyperspace, Mig's old workhorse, the modified MC-18 Basilisk, came out into Hollastin orbit. The Alor looked out to see the Artemis floating out like some kind of bee hive, work ships buzzing around. He could also see the almost completed Keros' Kad slung under the station's Production Spar. He pointed it out, looking back at [member="Tamar Gred"] and Leddie.

"There that ship I was telling you about. The Keros' Kad. Looks like she's ahead of schedule actually." It had been pretty incredible to watch the vessel take shape. Especially after what happened to Concord Dawn. But today wasn't a day to think about war, and pretty soon the Basilisk landed in New Keldabe. He looked at Leddie, who was wearing a nice little set of armor, though one think she was missing was a helmet. Kind difficult to get one with her horns slowly growing even now. He was already sure that she'd be more comfortable with a war mask or something similar. He quickly grabbed a helmet, not a typical buy'ce, but more of one for a pressure suit.

"I know it looks a bit stupid, but maybe we can get you a custom buy'ce here." She smiled a little, nodding before Mig turned to Tamar. "This'll be fun."

[member="Malagith"]

 

[Thror Cal Vorn]

The Soais"s Heart came out of hyperspace above Hollastin. Thror looked out the viewport of his frieghter and saw a Massive ship being constructed. " Kerrika come look at this." Thror hollered down the passage way at his son. Kerrick Came running up to the cockpit and looked out in awe, "Buir whats that?"

"That Verd'ika is, im asuming by the clan markins is clan Gred new Flagship, she is a beauty."

While they were admiring the Massive vessel the comm-board lit up. Thror activated the comm " Unidentified vessel this is New Keldabe Atc. Identify yourself"

" This is Alor Thror Cal of clan Vorn. (what was left of it. Which included Kerrick, himself, and his sisters. If he could figure out where they were.) I have a cargo of mechanical supplies bound for the settlement." Thror transmitted the necessary information.

"Soais's Heart permission to land granted follow the provided telemetry."

"Wanna take her down Kerrika?" Turning toward Kerrick.

"You bet i do buir." Kerrick took the controls and took the fright into the atmosphere.

[member="Mig Gred"] [member="Malagith"]

 

[Tamar Gred]

Hollastin sounded like the sort of place Tamar could relax, and the mother of three couldn’t help longing for even a single minute to put her feet up. Mandalorians from across the Galaxy were coming, banding together to protect themselves and their culture. It was beautiful to see.

The Artemis and Keros Kad were also beautiful for the Engineer’s wife to see. Tamar hugged into [member="Mig Gred"] ’s side for a moment, watching him attempt a buy’ce for Leddie.

“Buir is right, Leddie, we’ll find you the perfect buy’ce here. The right goran is probably right around the bend.” She ran her hand through Leddie’s hair, kneeling down to fix the tie on the braid she’s wrangled Leddie’s hair with.

“It’ll be perfect fun, ner kar’ta.” Dressed in her phrik medic’s armour, Tamar adjusted the birikad strapped to her chest, before putting little infant Ilyashin into it. The infant’s heartbeat thudded in Tamar’s ears, new life despite the horrors of the recent past. She tucked his tuque on his head a little tighter.

“Let’s go.”

[member="Thror Cal Vorn"] [member="Malagith"] [member="Mig Gred"]

 

[Sasha Voss]

Cinara had just finished replacing a failed hyperdrive unit on one of Yoko the H'uun's merchant ships when a conversation between two underlings of the Hutt crime lord caught the mechanic's attention.

Her Huttese was still a work in progress, but what she could translate is that a group of Mandalorians were gathering on Hollastin where their port of call was. These Mando'ade were refugees from Mandalorian space where the Sith Empire had successfully invaded and taken control of... Well, at least the key planets of Mandalore and Concord Dawn.

The last time Cinara had been back home was during the Civil War when Ra the Undying led his loyal Death Watch warriors against the traitorous Monroe and her minions. She was one of the conspirators that caused the catastrophic cataclysm of Manda'yaim a year before for unthinkable reasons. How Monroe ever thought she could just waltz in and take the mantle once again after doing what she did was beyond the Vencu. It had been a bloody affair pitting vod against vod. In the end, Mand'alor Ra defeated the disgraced former Sole Ruler; her horrific death celebrated only as Mandalorians can in a fitting sendoff.

It did not take long before the Vizsla made reforms and harsh ones at that. He first and foremost ordered that all Force-sensitive Mando'ade were to receive the "cure" for their curse or leave... Cinara, who was indeed Force-sensitive but not a Force user nor intended to be, wasn't brave enough nor stupid enough to have the serum with the non-sentient creature Pazhkic'Dau injected into her veins, She chose instead to leave, following the lead of other Mando exiles who found sanctuary with the Outer Rim Coalition located in the Deep South of the Outer Rim Territories.

The Vencu finally settled in the Kathol Sector on the planet of KalShabbol as it was the gateway to the Kathol Outback and beyond. And with that came lots of work as the wilds of space in this area strained even the most well-maintained ships and vehicles. But lately with warring factions giving ORC a run for their money, her business was getting squeezed and lucrative credits scarce as military contracts paid diddly squat if that.

Feeling a definite need for a change of pace, Cinara finagled a ride with the Hutt crew as they were headed back to Hollastin. After arriving on the Wild space planet in Hutt space, the grease monkey decked out in her sand gold-colored beskar'gam rather than her usual mechanic's flight suit made her way to the Mando settlement some distance from the capital city. Cinara's expectations were kept low as the world was mostly swampland and radioactive wasteland, but this New Keldabe as it was sentimentally nicknamed was a pleasant surprise located in a forested area.

The fire pit seemed to be the place where the lost Sons and Daughters of Manda'yaim were gathering this night to celebrate life and mourn those that had marched on in the recent battles that saw another dark day for the Mando'ade. She felt guilty for not being there for the vode this time, but support for the last Mand'alor the Vencu could not give. As far as Cin knew, none of her living family had either though they were for the most part all estranged from one another. Did that make Cinara dar'manda? Maybe, but there was a case to be made for not.

"Su'cuy, vod," Cin greeted [member="Malagith"] in Mando'a, then let the traveling duffle bag she had shouldered drop to the ground near her booted feet.

She removed her buy'ce, then clipped the helmet onto the utility belt slung low on her shapely hips. A pair of gauntlet-topped hands quickly came up to finger toss her sandy blonde locks that were matted down. Her sky blue eyes drifted over momentarily to the tankard full of what looked like tihaar, then raised to meet the dark-skinned man's brilliant hazel gaze peering back.

"So where if I may ask did you find that there good stuff, hmm? I only came across ne'tra gal being poured in the refreshment tent," she asked, throwing a thumb backwards over her shoulder plate for emphasis.

I mean If Cin was going to partake in the festivities this night, it would be with the best Mandalorian spirit passing the mechanic's lips and warming her insides to get to that sweet spot desired for enlightenment.

 

[Malagith]

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Deep in thought, the Mandalorian pilot was enjoying this time of fellowship and relaxing. Taking another liberal sip from his tankard, he looked over as he heard the female in the golden beskar’gam walk over. Dipping his head and raising his tankard slightly in greeting as she stopped close by.

“Su’cuy, vod.”

“Su’cuy.”

"So where if I may ask did you find that there good stuff, hmm? I only came across ne'tra gal being poured in the refreshment tent."

The dark-skinned human smiled and pointed to the tent next to her, “Help yourself. One of the wisest decisions I made this night is to park my butt right next to Clan Sharratt’s stash. The aliit is out doing what they do, but they have a nice hike to get refills. On second thought, being Clan Sharratt, they will probably steal what they drink anyway…”

Looking over, he extended his wrist to the female warrior, clasping it firmly in greeting.

“I am Malagith Warleera, Clan Sharratt. What is your name, burc’ya (friend)?”

[member="Cinara Vencu"] | [member="Tamar Gred"] | [member="Thror Cal Vorn"] | [member="Mig Gred"] | [member="Vox Stath"] | [member="Graw ek'Thun"] | [member="Adenn Kyramud"]​

 

[Sasha Voss]

"I like the way you think, Malagith Warleera of Clan Sharratt. Vor entye," she nodded in thanks before stepping the few feet over to the canvas tent he spoke of.

The flap was secured back and a packing crate full of various bottles was within easy reach. Cinara perused through them to find one that was the colorless, fruit-distilled, alcoholic spirit Mandalorians liked to make from jewel-fruit or varos. Tihaar was potent due to its high alcohol content and strong taste. Some quipped that it even could be used for degreasing engine parts. She wouldn't quite go that far in agreeing, but the mechanic may or may not have tried using it for that purpose at some point...

The tall, sandy blonde returned with a bottle and flashed a lopsided grin at the dark-skinned Mando. "Guess I'll be drinking straight from the source as I didn't find any tankards inside.... Would you like a refill before I partake in this one?" Cin asked, holding the full bottle out ready to pour if the man did. It was the polite thing to do as they didn't know each other well enough yet to swap spit.

"Cinara Vencu is the name, been running by myself since the Mando'ade Civil War... I've not heard of your aliit before, no disrespect meant. Where do you hail from and/or what's your area of expertise?" she inquired curiously with a small, quizzical smile. Most Mandalorians had a trade of some sort when not answering the call from their Sole Ruler to crusade on behalf of the clans as a whole... not that the exiled Mando had of recent.

[member="Malagith"]​

 

[Mig Gred]

Mig smiled at Tamar as she helped Leddie, and he quickly picked up Souma, and prepped the little baby boy for his trip to meet his vod. Now that Mig thought about it, it would be the first time a lot of even he and Tamar's aliits would meet Ilyashin and Souma. He smiled, making sure Souma was comfortable before leading the way out of the freighter.

As he walked out, Mig took a breath. It was nice. To come somewhere and not fear the Sith would reach out and grab them. It seemed less and less common. He smiled to Tamar, wanting to meet the Vod that had set all this up. The fire, the celebration, just the invite to their fellow Mando'ade. Mig continued to walk slowly, keeping Leddie close until he noticed a somewhat familiar face.

"Su cuy'gar, Reyn. I'll be honest. I didn't expect to see you here." While Mig spoke to Reyn, he and Tamar's Zabrak daughter managed to slip a little ways away, looking in awe at all the different armors and clans that seemed present here. She seemed most excited to finally be able to see more Mandalorians honest. The girl had her Buir's, Ilik's, pair of Trayc'kal on each hip. It would probably be obvious she was a Gred, assuming the Vod there knew what the weapons meant.

[member="Cinara Vencu"] [member="Reyn Australis"] [member="Malagith"] [member="Tamar Gred"] [member="Thror Cal Vorn"]

 

[Thror Cal Vorn]

With the cargo hold finally clear Thror looked out on the landing field. "Its not home but it will do until we get Mandalore back."

He spotted a group of mandos around a fire, looked at Kerrick and said "Come one Kerrika time for you to meet some of your vod."

"OK buir." Kerrick looked nervous, he didnt like to meet new people but he knew that behind all the ferocity that mandos showed in battle they were a very welcoming to other mandos. Thror clipped his helmet to his belt and approached. "Su cuy'gar vod. I am Thror Cal on clan Vorn, and this is my son Kerric." As he intoduced him self. Out of the corner of his eye he could see that Kerris was nervous, he placed his hand on his sons shoulder to calm the boy.

[member="Mig Gred"] [member="Reyn Australis"] [member="Malagith"]

 

[Obran]

Drifter. Wanderer. The little bit or so of life, Obran had lived among the Mando'ade and made their ways his. He still couldn't remember anything before the explosion . And he had learned that was the assault of the Sith Empire on the Mandalorians and the core worlds of their culture. Steady work and rehabilitation from his injuries showed him he was one. Their unique style of fighting, being, and even walking was bred into his bone and as clear a marker as the wrecked armor he was found in. But his left leg still hurt, hence the bevii'ragir to help hide his limp the weight of the gear he wore caused.

His armor was crude, technologically speaking. He found a preference for that. But overall a glance at it, even cursory, spoke of masterful hands forging it. His employer found it perplexing someone could forge beskar so well and yet be virtually unknown. Such craftsmen were a relatively tight knit community for the Mandalorian people. But the man had been happy to give him room and board for his work, and a little spare coin. Now they gathered here. The employer was off elsewhere, and Obran sat on the outside of the fire, observing. A carven helm with curling bone horns and a bantha tail crest sat next to him as he watched. His long hair was freely about his shoulders, and a twisting grin lit up his classical features.

To cure boredom, he picked up the bes'bev in his hand and began playing. Seeing it in the shop had delighted him, and he seemed to instinctively know how to use it. A light, merry tune with the odd atonal drift of the instruments typical sound drifted as he did so. A drinking song, one about a clever Mando'ad and a greedy Hutt, or so he was told. It seemed the tune remained, but the lyrics changed from Clan to Clan and region to region... Like most of their culture. No words, but the tune would be virtually recognizable to anyone who heard it.

 

[Malagith]

Malagith smiled at Cinara as he took another pull from his tankard and then held the container away from his face in disappointment. He looked over at her, held his empty tankard out and responded, “Please, vod. My thanks.”

As she refilled his tankard, he took a pull and leaned back as he responded, “Well met, Cinara. Quite a past you have. I am going to ask that you tell me more sometime. Clan Sharratt is an old clan back from the days of the Republic. It is a clan that is part of House Kryze. Its roots are in Hutt Space. The entire clan is contracted by Black Sun, for better or worse. That contract is due to be renegotiated soon, so I am not sure what my Alor will want to do. Our clan will speak on these things in due time. As for me? I serve as a pilot for Sharratt. I do some bounty hunting on the side, but when the bolts start flying, I am usually in a cockpit. But for Mando'ade? I am a Chronicler. I have been attempting to compile all I can on the history of the clans and houses of our people. An arduous task to get straight answers when often egos do the talking for the vode...”

A pair approached, one old and one young.

"Su cuy'gar vod. I am Thror Cal on clan Vorn, and this is my son Kerric."

Malagith nodded with a warm smile, “Su’cuy and well met Thror and Kerric of Clan Vorn. I am Malagith Warleera of Clan Sharratt. Join us. If you need to refill, there is just about anything you are drinking within that tent…”

He looks to Cinara to allow her the opportunity to introduce himself.

Hearing the familiar tune crop up from a nearby campfire, he yells over, “Vod, join our fire. You can’t let good music like that go unappreciated!”

[member="Obran Mereel"]
[member="Thror Cal Vorn"]
[member="Cinara Vencu"]

 

[Sasha Voss]

"Perhaps I will or not... Depends on if I am persuaded favorably enough to do so," Cin answered with an amused chuckle, then the stubborn as hell Mando refilled [member="Malagith"]'s held-out tankard before bringing the bottle of tihaar up to her supple lips and taking a sip without hesitation.

The familiar strong taste and burn felt comforting as the potent alcohol went down the hatch and warmed her insides just like she preferred. It had been a while since Cinara had allowed herself to drink anything stronger than ale if that, but tonight was supposed to be a night of celebration for the Mandalorians gathered... And why not fully participate in whatever possibilities presented themselves? Going back on the wagon could be done tomorrow, not that she needed to do that. I mean, Cin wasn't her father's daughter or at least she told herself that.

"Ah, Kryze, now I have heard of them. A hearty aliit from what I know," the sandy blonde nodded, then she quirked up a golden-brown eyebrow. "Black Sun, huh... You guys muscle for them I take it? I'm an engineer, mechanic by trade. Us grease monkeys are always fixing up your flyboy mis-antics. Best be making real good with them if you know what's good for you," Cin quipped lightly before taking another sip of the colorless liquid from the bottle held firmly in grasp.

Her sky blue orbs flicked from the dark-skinned Mando to the newcomers joining them. "Olarom, vode," she welcomed [member="Thror Cal Vorn"] and son with a small smile. "Nice to meet you both. I'm Cinara Vencu."

The mechanic's golden head turned at the sound of some folksy music near by. It was a ballad of sorts, one where the lyrics could be interchanged depending on who and/or where one was playing it. With the festivities in full swing, it was a drinking one. It made Cinara's booted foot tap to the tune as she sat on a large log before the fire.

[member="Obran Mereel"]

 

[Tamar Gred]

"Leddie, don't get too far off." Tamar hovered around Mig, taking in the sights with a seemingly casual eye.

“Ram!” Tamar exploded in a bright grin at seeing the child she’d raised so handsome and quite himself in his armour. “How did you… no, best not tell me.”

Hand on her son’s toque laden head, Tamar angled so Reyn could see the boy, knowing Mig was well enough prepared with the other half of the twins.

“This is Ilyashin. Mig has little Souma. Your cousins, you darling brat.” Wheeling her fist up and punching Reyn in the shoulder, Tamar couldn’t help the comfort of being around Vode.

There were others around, yet being a cautious sort of woman, Tamar couldn’t fathom introducing herself without at least half a battalion around to ensure safety.

[member="Thror Cal Vorn"] [member="Malagith"] [member="Mig Gred"] [member="Reyn Australis"]

 

[Adenn Kyramud]

Hollastin, Adenn had never been there before, nor even considered visiting the planet, as he'd never heard of it until the call had come. Now he had heard of it though, and he'd heard what the people, no, the Mandalorians, were beginning to call one of the cities, New Keldabe. That alone was news, that so many Mando'ade were gathering in one place, it was good news in Adenn's eyes. The fact that a celebration was to be had was even better, even if the reasons for it were to celebrate those who had died. That was the reason why Adenn had eventually decided to go to New Keldabe, to pay tribute to those who had died alongside vode he didn't know, or those that he did.

The simple reason to be with vode, to remember the fallen, it's why Adenn was aboard the bridge of the Trattok'or b Kapr and enroute to Hollastin. Trattok'or is the flagship of Clan Mortuis fleet and had fought in every battle against the UCM in the past years, leading the fleet to much glory. This was evidenced in the scars that ran across the ship, both old and new. In and of itself the ship was impressive, but with the fleet behind it, even more so. Except, the fleet was patrolling around Clan Mortuis homeworld even now, preparing and rebuilding, having mourned for the lost, and now planning for the future. Thus, the Trattok'or was by itself as it emerged from hyperspace, prow gleaming in the suns light as it came into view in all its glory.

To anyone who cared to look, they'd see the name of the ship and they'd see her name and a fraction of the space battles the mighty ship had fought in. Then they'd see the ship advance parallel to Hollastin, shields and weapons inactive, before several shuttles deployed from the hanger. These shuttles transmitted their intent, join the celebrations on the planet, and remember the fallen. Even as the shuttles came towards the planet, the Trattok'or turned and jumped towards the systems edge. Adenn led in the lead shuttle, heading towards the planet, with each shuttle marked clearly with Clan Mortuis emblem.

The shuttles landed outside New Keldabe and Adenn led the walk down the ramps. There were over 2 dozen Clan Mortui warriors total from all the shuttles, with Adnen's closest friend, Gunner, at his side. Looking at them all, Adenn merely nodded his head, giving them permission to scatter and speak with others, an act they quickly partook in. Gunner meanwhile stuck by Adenn's side as he made his way towards the main bonfire. Sighing quietly to himself, Adenn simply made his way there, not focusing much on anything except the feeling of vode around him. He was truly glad that so many had survived from other clans, but it also bit at his heart that they couldn't meet like this on Mandalore or Concord Dawn. No matter, they'd get their planets back eventually, that was something Adenn swore to himself quietly. Shaking these thoughts from his head, Adenn instead focused on the Mando'ade around him, making his way further in. With his armor black with scarlet(type of red) accents, and yellow and red pauldron with the Clan Mortui emblem on it making him stand out slightly from the miriade of others there. Those that knew him would easily recognize the emblem, and shortly there after they'd no doubt recognize the armor wearer.