Moving an order. (Mandalorians, Order of the Grey)

[Vulpesen]

Vulpesen smiled at that. "Then we are in agreement. She is open. She will tell you who she is and what she plans for that is your right to know. I will tell you neither. I don't intend to live here." Alexandra's words seem to fit perfectly with his own thoughts and that of course made it so much easier to speak. This time, no lie could be detected simply because one was not present. "Plainly, I am here in the rare case things go south. You wanted plain so I'm saying it as such. You mandalorians have a fierce warrior heritage that has razed planets of the millenia. You call me a superweapon. Good, then you understand why I'm here. Do not mistake this as a threat. I want no part in violence today. I'm simply here to make sure that the message relayed doesn't start with, 'I'm sorry.' Understand my basic motives and you understand why I cannot let the details be known." The tone of his words was slightly odd. It was calm, logical, and diplomatic, yet there was a ferocity in them. They wanted to defend their home and he knew that, but he would also defend his.

[member="Ember Rekali"]
[member="Alexandra Lianne Feanor"]

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

[member="Strider Garon"] [member="Ember Rekali"] [member="Darth Tsolan"]

Alexandra sighed and placed her hand to her forehead. She didn't mean for this to come to this and she definitely didn't want to get Vulpesen into what ever trouble it was he would be in trouble for if someone found out he was connected to Alexandra... She even debated just breaking the illusion now, to avoid the harm of anyone standing here, and she could tell it would come to that... but she couldn't just break the trust of Vulpesen by doing that. So she remained absolutely silent now.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Darth Tsolan"]

"I don't think you heard me," said Ember precisely. "They've covered for you; respect that by not jeopardizing what they've found. Call me callous if you like, but this is my home, you little snot. My granddaughter lives here, and your motives don't interest me compared to my kid's safety.You tell me who you are, or none of them get sanctuary. You tell me who you are, or I am going inside your head to rip that name out by the roots."

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

Inspecting the Temple and hearing the ruckus Javik growled lightly and looked over to the mass of people. They had grown. Mandalorians.. Yuck! Javiks inner thoughts were dark. His past was an interesting one and was brought up by the conflicts. Scratching his Head with one hand Javik turned a his giant Reptile head to [member="Ember Rekali"] and Master [member="Alexandra Lianne Feanor"]. With Krafurk Nearby he said to him << " All they know is Warr... Such a Angry group of Brutes. The Dogs need to return to their Kennel." >> Javiks Thought broadcasted in his area. It was carried to Krafurks mind to give him a taste of what Javik thought about Mandalorians and their manners.

Looking back to the Over Grown Temple Javik Made a Fist with his lower arm, activating his Saber Gauntlet. Placing the Heated Blades by the Vines and began to slowly cut off some Greenry on the main Enterance. It was his Task. A snap sounded from one of his other free hands closer to the Inthorian,Krafurk. << " Make your self Usful Hammerhead.." >> A Slur word was used there. It seemed Javik was in a Bad mood now.

[member="Krafurk Maris"]

 

[Muad Dib]

Muad watched as the peaceful meeting of the minds began to escalate to hostility, the very hostility that both sides had hoped to avoid. A slight grin stretched across his face as he walked from behind Strider and off to the side of the group eyes watching the conversation grow more and more heated.

His hands were on his belt, one tapping the hilt of his skinning knife while the other the cylinder sitting in it's holder. Muad was definitely getting the words from the blind' man rattling in his head. Prideful, secretive, full of himself, perfectly content to be considered a superweapon. He was beginning to remind Muad more and more of his brethren the sith, before he had taken his leave.

Turning his head to the thoughts coming from Javik, Muad grinned and broadcast his own thoughts. Pretty little cowards running and hiding. They talk of the warmongers with disdain failing to realize it is with our might and warrior culture that they have been granted their little slice of heaven, heaven that can be rescinded for the order by the mand'alor, or by the individual by the reaping of a warmonger for the sins of a loud mouth spouting off aginst their protectors.

 

[Strider Garon]

Strider would look over to [member="Alexandra Lianne Feanor"] with disappointment upon his face. This delicate relationship that could of benefited both parties was started to fall apart just as fast as it was built "Is this your Idea of a joke?" The Old dog snarled with ice in his gaze "I come here to offer our hospitality and we are being met with lies and deception."

Strider was ready to pull the trigger on this deal and have the entire cult escorted off the planet there and then, forced if necessary. Strider took a deep breath and locked gaze with the beautiful woman before him "Last chance, Alexandra!"

 

[Vulpesen]

This time a growl ripped through his throat and his tail flicked underneath his robes. "They've covered for me. Not who i stand for. Since you can't figure this out I'll put it simply. I among the last of my kind. My name might be tracked, my species might be tracked. Therefore, if you even know what I am, that's. That especially means you can't know who I am. If you want that info, be prepared to die. As much as I want to defend this place and keep peace, if you take one step in my mind, I cannot let you live. A jedi master could do the same and I'd destroy everything I have just to take him down. Same wit any sith, CIS, ASA, Moross Crusade, hell I'd kill my own sweet brother for finding out. S once again. Leave me and who I am out of this. If this is about trust, know this, I trust no one. Every person is a danger than can wipe out those that remain. No I will not take chances. I will lay down any life necessary to defend that. You will protect your home. I will protect what is left of mine. If need be, I'll leave your space right now and you wont see me. But if you truly want to know, expect to find out what makes me different in a not so kind manner."


(OOC note: You shouldn't even know he was a jedi. Every connection was wiped. The names don't connect to any jedi Rekali would know. [especially since one wasn't even a jedi] I let it go on this far because its past midnight and I don't feel like raising a fuss. But when you start drilling a character because you know something OOC and you want to play hardcore detective, I start getting annoyed. You've alreayd managed to spoil major plot points in a story of my character which shouldn't have even been brought up in the first place. Drop it.)
[member="Ember Rekali"]
[member="Strider Garon"]

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

[member="Darth Tsolan"] [member="Strider Garon"] [member="Ember Rekali"]

"STOP IT NOW..." She looked at Vulpesen, closing her eyes as she grit her teeth. "To the Ship Garen... please..." She was on the verge of breaking down, she couldn't put her people back into danger and she had not thought the one person who she trusted the most in the Galaxy would be the cause of the greatest danger in this conversation. All for a damned name, Vulpesen was dead after all, the human Jedi Shadow was no more and now he was for all intents and purposes Garen as he was now no longer even close to being considered human as he was Zorren.

Her face turned on Strider and Ember, closing her eyes. "I will deal with him later, ask of anything of me to make up for his and my conduct, i cannot put my people back into the danger they were in on Alderaan, the Sith didn't purge us but if i return there i don't know how long i can keep them from being hunted for sport... please i will do anything to repair this conversation, give me a task and it will be done."

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Darth Tsolan"]

"We'll discuss you and your people later, lady." His beskar mask tracked back to Vulpesen. "So you'll throw them under the bus for your own ends. Classy move, kid."

His mind crashed into Tsolan's like a steel trap snapping shut. Thirty years of White Current experience gave him the Fallanassi-based wherewithal to bend perception and will and the fabric of the universe as it related to the mind's structures. He slashed at the connection between Tsolan's mind and his Force senses, aiming to reroute the younger man's instincts so that even his deepest intuition might come across as unreliable. Would it succeed at doing anything more than occupying Tsolan's attention and focus? Probably not. Ember was much, much more experienced at this kind of thing, but he'd straight-up told Tsolan that a mental assault was on its way.

Which was why Ember fired the riot-gun-grade wide-angle stun blaster in his right gauntlet, aiming to surround the fallen Master in the kind of stun field that tended to put charging Wookiees down for the count.

OOC/ Every serious question Ember asked was because of things you two said IC. You made your bed, dude.

 

[Grozurra]

Which was why Ember fired the riot-gun-grade wide-angle stun blaster in his right gauntlet, aiming to surround the fallen Master in the kind of stun field that tended to put charging Wookiees down for the count.

Somewhere in the depths of space and time, Grozurra's fur stood on end.

 

[Strider Garon]

OOC: Sorry this post didn't get out in time.

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

The Inthorian turned away and did his best to ignore the Conflicts. Pointing a Finger where to cut he helped Javik Cut the main roots on the Temple and started to brush the roots aside carrying them away with the Force. Javiks comment on the Mandalorians stayed in his mind like Glue it was a honest said thing. Mandalorians knew only war.

 

[Captain Larraq]

As words flew from hundreds of thousands of kilometers away, Larraq breathed a sigh of relief. The Mining Barge had stabilized and was now calmly holding a stable orbit in the upper atmosphere of Yavin Prime. The two Keldabe-class Battleships backed away and returned to a more normal orbit a few hundred kilometers above the Mining Barge, and the Prison Ship stayed relatively close by. All in all, things were looking well for Mandal Hypernautics.

The Mesen'Loras Bio-Corvette was wandering off, but such behavior was to be expected from the craft. Not only was it still young, but being so close to a gas giant must be quite pleasant for the craft, considering that they were designed to sustain themselves on the radiation produced by such planets. As such, Larraq afforded the creature its indulgence in feasting on the bounty afforded to it by Yavin Prime. After all, he was after just such a bounty himself.

"How long until mining operations can begin?" Rygel Larraq asked the Captain of the Mining Barge via the main communicator of the Shab'rudur.

 

[Saran Drast]

"Understood. I'll see you there." Saran responded, sighing heavily as she moved to the bunk. The Droid, now clear from Sanctuary's gravity well, took the ship into hyperspace as she lay down in the bed. It had been weeks sense she had gotten proper sleep. Now, as they flew to the planet, she took her nap.

As the small freighter entered the atmosphere, she stepped out onto the bridge. Part of her wanted t leave, but she wouldn't. Not yet. She had come to join the Order, and she would serve it in finding a new home. However, she could feel anger and conflict below. Not exactly a good sign. "Put us down there." she said, indicating an area a short walk away from the others. No doubt [member="Ember Rekali"] and [member="Alexandra Lianne Feanor"] would see the ship come in, although the Silk Holdings Vessel would probably bear no recognition to either. She had left her armor on the ship, dressing in her old Jedi robes. A much simpler way, and it didn't look like she was coming fresh from a fight.

A slow walk would take her to the edge of the clearing. Taking as much in as she could, she began to move into the open. She had one advantage here, and only one: she saw with the Force. [member="Darth Tsolan"]'s disguise didn't cover that. Most of her weapons lay in the Ship. She just had her shoto. And a lot of good that would do her if she needed a weapon. Still, as she approached, and listened, she began to study the figure referred to as Garen. He was.. odd. Not really looking like the human he was putting on. Of course, a disguise wasn't so easily maintained in a stun field. If she could, she would have been squinting. Perhaps she was behind the mask. Bowing to [member="Strider Garon"] and Ember, she refrained from speaking to them yet. Laying a comforting hand on Alex's shoulder, she tried her best to speak to the Echani alone telepathically. What's going on?

 

[Erramuth]

[[OOC: I'm abit late OOCly, but hey ho!]]

If there was one thing Bothans were good at, it was spying. Erramuth wasn't really a spy by trade, but in certain situations it helped to be hidden and gathering information at the same time, like now. He'd managed to track down the Grey Order's ships, and watch them land by the temples. Once [member="Alexandra Lianne Feanor"] started to give orders and move elsewhere, he figured she was the leader and followed her stealthily to her meeting point. As Erramuth was trying to quietly gather information, it seemed [member="Ember Rekali"] had a much less subtle way of gathering; repeatedly asking.

Once the stun was fired, it was clear to the Bothan that things were getting out of hand. He felt as if he should stand up for the Order, yet an offensive retaliation would only get them killed by these elite warriors who called Yavin IV their home. Instead of an assault, Erramuth merely walked out into the clearing of the forest with his right hand close to the lightsaber on his belt. He said nothing, instead waiting for [member="Darth Tsolan"]'s retaliation to the Mandalorian's attack.

 

[Minna]

Emerging from the forest came a small, hooded figure. It's head lifted, revealing the green face of Minna. Her eyes flickered up at the two temples as she pulled her hood down, then made her way over to [member="Krafurk Maris"] and [member="Javik Quar-Kai"] to help them. She nodded to the two of them. "Greetings, hmm. Some time, it has been". From inside her robes came out her small lightsaber, as she ignited it's white blade and began cutting off some of the excess vegetation from the temple's walls. It was a sudden appearance, she knew, but once she heard the Order needed help, she couldn't refuse to help it.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

OOC/ Contrary to popular belief, I've got no desire to screw over the faction, and the rest of you did exactly the right thing. Under the circumstances, I seriously doubt [member="Darth Tsolan"] will mind me double-posting.

IC/ But there were other factors at play. Tsolan might have failed the test pretty comprehensively, but the others, for the most part, had passed with flying colours. When faced with hostility and potential death or exile, the other members of the Order of the Gray had...focused on their work. Focused on doing something productive no matter how they felt about all of this. Sure, Javik was only the latest to broadcast his contempt telepathically, but boys would be twelve-hundred-pound boys.

The mental assault on Darth Tsolan ceased as quickly as it had begun, before he could do more than verify that Tsolan was -- surprise, surprise -- hiding something. He got no actual information before ending the attack.

As he walked away, exposing his back to a counterattack from Tsolan, he looked to [member="Strider Garon"]. "Pass the word to the Marshals. They pass, he doesn't. They can stay if he stays out."

Then he vanished to sight, sensors, the Force and every sense as the White Current embraced him. He disappeared, his part in these events done, though Tsolan could probably still hit him with area-of-effect if he wanted to press the issue.

 

[Vulpesen]

A snarl ripped from his throat and Vulpesen raised one hand, the sharp claws of a zorren preparing to strike while the other called the force, summoning it to his aid to absorb the shot from the blaster. The actions weren't so much practice as instinct. A zorren naturally protected any person. But when it was their entire species, they would do anything to defend it. When he said he'd take secrets to the grave, he was not kidding. However, the assault proved short and once Ember Rekali retracted, Vulpesen simply waited a moment to check that nothing had been released. "You play a dangerous game, mando." With that, he lowered his striking hand and placed the other on Alexandra's shoulder. "You know where to find us. And if they follow, let them. I pass word not to protect them when our enemies low them out of the sky." With that he turned to Garon. "That was necessary. Not only do I accept your terms, I was the first to propose them. I'll be leaving one I'm sure that everything here is in hand which shouldn't be long." True to his word, he would take no blood unless needed. His secrets were safe. It was obvious he had them. He simply couldn't let their details be known.

[member="Ember Rekali"]
[member="Strider Garon"]
[member="Alexandra Lianne Feanor"]

 

[Erramuth]

With the short conflict over, Erramuth relaxed slightly. His hand came away from his holstered lightsaber and instead he awkwardly looked at [member="Alexandra Lianne Feanor"]. A few seconds ago he had been hidden, but now he'd made himself known. That wasn't necessarily a bad thing though, as he had planned to confront her about her order at some point, but preferably not when she was busy protecting what seemed to be her lover from a very driven Mandalorian. He joined his hands behind his back and waited politely for whenever the order's leader would be ready to talk to him, not wanting to intrude on her business anymore than he had done when spying on her.

[member="Darth Tsolan"]
[member="Ember Rekali"]
[member="Strider Garon"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

Some distance away, at a safe place he knew not far from the temples -- and there weren't many safer places than the Eisenwelt Eisenwerke tank he used to get around, apart from the Lost City's entrances -- Ember slipped into a very odd sort of trance.

His oldest son and youngest daughter had once, years ago, partaken in a trans-galactic expedition to visit and learn from various Force traditions. The expedition had received a cold shoulder more than once -- even been kicked off the Zeison Sha homeworld -- but had received a welcome from the Aing-Tii Monks long before the Moross Crusade took the Outback under its wing. His children had chosen to learn flow-walking, and he had learned that skill from them in the years between their expedition and their deaths. Though he couldn't claim his son's mastery of the technique, he had a pretty decent idea of how to see back in time, and his Fallanassi arts would keep his presence from detection.

The closer one was to one's flow-walking target, both spatially and temporally, the easier it was to see. His chosen destination was on the same planet, within a couple of miles, and within the same hour. It took a little trial and error, but pretty soon, there the gray-robed man was, coming out to meet Ember and Feanor. Rewind a little, back inside the Force-anchor-point temples that Ember knew so well, and there was that same man, ripping up a robe to cover himself. Ember took note of the claws, the tail -- oh, so he hadn't been chubby -- and the face. He examined the face from several angles, fixing it in his mind before, with a satisfied nod, he returned his perceptions to his own time.

He and his tank vanished into the jungle.