Faction New Beginnings | The Enclave

[Aria Nox]

What was the most dangerous thing about dealing with a Mandalorian? It wasn't a blade. It wasn't a blaster. It wasn't the thirst for combat. It wasn't even their Code. No, like the Sith whom they shared a great deal in common -- and yet were far from a pair that understood one another -- it was the mask. When you looked at a Mandalorian all you saw was the suit of armor. There was no body language. No nervous tick. How did you know when you approached or even crossed a red line? By the blaster bolt in your chest.

Aria shifted slightly as Redd shoved her way by, but otherwise didn't spare the woman a glance. She was busy dealing with someone in the shadows. Dividing your attention was a good way to get killed; and her sensor suite could tell the woman heedless of danger had kept walking. Probably the best thing she could have gone under the circumstances.

Zurin then stepped out from around the corner and faced Aria openly. Satisfied, he asked? "Words are but a still wind. Formless, vacuous, and easily ignored." Her helmet turned ever so slightly to the side. "They are gathering. Come. Believe everyone here you friend, if you like; but leave trust to the demonstration of the hearts of those that surround you."

Seeing how the man repeated his question, however, Aria forced herself to indulge in the empty exchange of words, "I am your 'friend' unless you give me cause to be your foe." She would much rather say she was 'not a foe' than a friend. Nothing was known of the man except for the blade in his iron grip.

"Come." Her beckon repeated, Aria slowly pivoted in place to lead the way from the far edge of the group to its assembly in time for the Quartermaster to speak.

Hope? The Quartermaster spoke of Hope in the wake Mandalore had been lost. How this place that surrounded them could be home despite it not being Mandalore. It was a speech not intended for Aria Nox. Nevertheless, she stood and listened to what the man had to say. The words might be for naught, but the place could be welcoming all the same. Provided the words were backed by action.

After all, if they were rebuilding they would need blacksmiths. Aria could foresee value in tarrying for a time. Perhaps even find a place outside of her ship to rest.

"K'oyacyi!" [Cheers/Stay Alive] Aria called out. It wasn't as succinct as everyone's favorite 'Oya,' but then Aria didn't feel brevity was necessary. So they wanted to rebuild a place for Mandalorians while the rest of the galaxy would prefer they died on some rock or kept to being guns for hire? Or at least this Quartermaster did -- someone Aria should have a chat with some time to understand their motivations. For now, a little celebration wouldn't hurt. Perhaps a few 'friendly' duels.

Tag: The Quartermaster | Caeos Prahl | Zurin | Siv Dragr | Haastal Haran | Maleiah Kozan | Kes Stag | Mig Gred | Redd | Hinah Dragr | Oya Skirata | Rav Bralor

 

[Zurin]

Zurin sheathed his blade. He didn't completely trust Aria Nox She said she was a friend but one thing he had learned as a Mandalorian was never trust anyone. You never knew what was under the mask.

"Come"
She said Zurin followed her into a room with Mandalorians. So little he thought. Zurin listened to the words of The Quartermaster He trusted the Quartermaster! After all it was he who had brought us together in this meeting. If anyone would bring us back from the brink. It would be him. The Quartermster was someone who Zurin could follow! Hopefully he could lead us to a new Era for the Mandalorians! We could reclaim our home planet and blot the Sith out! But Zurin was getting ahead of himself. There where to little of them he thought. His mental ramblings now seemed impossible. A handful of Mandalorians trying to take out the entire Sith Empire? What a childish thought. We would always be a dying breed. No one wanted to join us. Our home lost our reputation destroyed we where nothing. Just another list of things for the Sith to blot out. A once proud race of warriors broken down and smashed into a ragtag bunch of outlaws and renegades. Zurin pushed the thoughts out of his mind and listened to the Quartermaster.

"What say you!"

The Quartermaster finished. Many Mandalorians screamed "OYA!" Perhaps there was a little hope. The Sith may have broken our numbers and destroyed our homes. But they never broke our spirit! We may have been few in numbers but we had survived for years! The Sith tried to destroy us again and again but we held firm. Zurin smiled, un-sheathed his kukri and banged it on his chestplate.

"OYA! OYA! MANDALORE!"

He screamed!

 

[Mig Gred]

Caeos Prahl Zurin Siv Dragr Haastal Haran Maleiah Kozan Kes Stag Aria Nox Rav Bralor Oya Skirata Hinah Dragr The Quartermaster

Mig looked at everyone, sighing a little at some of the hotter tempers when they flared. Just like old times on Concord Dawn. He looked at his sister, noticing she seemed interested in the squabble now. He was about to not something to her until e saw her walk off. Ok, not too unusual. Vaux Gred would often take a look at things when her and Mig were both working, since it let Mig stay a bit quieter and focused. Vaux walked over to one of the last Mandalorians to walk in, Kes Stag.

She didn't recognize anything that'd tie him to a clan she knew. No armor marking or weapons. She walked up, her hand ready to grab her Trayc'kal if needed. "You a sniper?" the pilot asked, interesting in this odd Mando.

Mig meanwhile had paid close attention to the Quartermaster. Taking up the mantel of rebuilding. It had been taken by many already, but it was nice to hear someone say it. Rebuilding was what they needed to do. While everyone else said "Oya," Mig simply nodded, not having much to say about it. It was just good to hear everyone seem to be onboard.

 

[Redd]

ENCLAVE​

Tags: Haastal Haran || Mig Gred | Aria Nox | Caeos Prahl | Zurin | Siv Dragr | The Quartermaster | Maleiah Kozan | Kes Stag | Rav Bralor | Oya Skirata | Hinah Dragr​

Redd had seen the warning look, but she had continued to push him because she was pissed off. The wolf was angry and she could feel the need to shred something, to rip and tear something or someone to pieces. To feel angry was not an uncommon feeling to the woman. Angry, fearful, restricted and agitated. In some ways, it was difficult for her to not respond in such a violent way, to not respond with anger. So the fact that she was angry and confronting him in such a manner meant that she cared. Cared enough to get angry that he had gone somewhere potentially dangerous without her. If she had lost him, the wolf would have lost her mind to the dark forces and to the whims of the wild. The wild that threatened to overcome her mind and set lose the feral ferocity of a wolf with no grip upon reality.

So when his hands grabbed her wrist, she growled at her mate, just before he let it go and continued speaking. When he mentioned Mustafar, her lips twitched at being reminded of the fact that she couldn’t fight the elements. That she couldn’t win a battle against inhalation of ash and soot. It irked her that such a planet even existed and she wished that they had never crashed into it. Redd felt his hands grab her hips and forcefully pulled her into him till she was flush against Haastal’s body. Her head tilted back so then her golden eyes could view the man’s face and she saw the love he had for her reflected deep in his chocolate brown eyes. She felt his hand caress her cheek and her head angled into his warm touch.

Instantly, she felt a sense of calm wash over her as his voice calmed her like a gentle song and she drew in a deep breath that stretched her lungs out, but slowly she exhaled and nodded her head. Redd understood that they may be amongst people who were not friendly, but even as she turned to view the rest of the gathered people, she didn’t see malicious intent. What she saw was fear, caution and weariness. It was all the signs that were displayed by people who had known betrayal and didn’t trust even those of their own kind anymore. It was sad to see and she wondered if maybe they were more like lupines, then they would be more willing to trust each other. Three lupines had once been on a battlefield and none of them fought with each other, they sought only peace between them.

Slowly, Redd drew in yet another breath and nodded her head towards her mate. ”I understand, but Mustafar was completely different. I cannot fight an enemy that is the earth. I cannot fight against ash and soot, I cannot kill that beast. For it was not possible. If there was something to happen here, then it would be possible for me to fight, to kill and rip out the throats of those that deem themselves enemies. I have a physical target that I can attack here if need be.” The wolf said with soft words that had more or less calmed down from the bout of fear that she had experienced only just moments ago.

Quietly, she lifted her nose to scent the air, but with the massive crowd, she smelled a multitude of different scents that clouded the room. Yet none of it smelled malicious. That was until she heard one person speak, a woman, who spoke of forging a new generation and her golden gaze took in this woman before she looked back to Haastal. as people began to raise their voice in a unified way. ”I don’t get it.” Redd finally spoke softly to her mate, ”Without a Mand’alor how do they ever expect to fight as one unit. Someone needs to lead, to guide. Otherwise the fear and distrust that I see scattered throughout this room, will see that this concept does not work. Without a leader to show that everyone here is friendly, how is one meant to quell suspicion?” With that, she rose her arms to circle them around her mate's neck and leaned into him to draw in the male's scent and listened to his strong heartbeat within his chest. Redd did not know how one could overcome an age old feeling of distrust without someone to guide them.​

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[Tristan Ortega]

Tags: | Open |
Armor: [X]

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Why did it have to be Roon? Out of all of the places in the vast expanses of the universe, why Roon? While there was rich history here for the small numbers of those remaining, it was a history that Tristan was unaware of, and to her? Roon was full of nothing but bad memories. It was her Mistress' favorite place to skirt off to in order to arrange untraceable fights. Rings full of slaves, of those who had no choice but to pummel each other, hidden by thickness of trees, or out in the sands of the beaches. The locals were never anything to be concerned with; from what Tris could remember the natives were terrified of technology and keeping them at bay had been easy. Nothing to interfere, ever.

Her head shook roughly, drawing herself out of the reverie with a scoff. Why choose Roon? Well, perhaps the answer was as simple as the memories were infuriating. It was easy to disappear here, to not draw attention. And with that in mind, this Enclave was approached as all things were - with caution.

She had received word of the place as most others had, and despite herself curiosity had won out. Venturing to Roon had been the hard part, actually stepping out onto the planet harder than that. But she had done it, and now she was here in this place that supposedly offered refuge. While she didn't walk with weapons drawn, she did have a hand that hovered close to her hip, just in case. The steady build of voices had lead the way, guiding her to the hall where everyone here thus far had gathered. Her helmeted gaze swept the arrangements of food and drink laid out, but it seems she had arrived just in time for the grand speech.

A noise was made in her throat as she took in what was said, and while she didn't cheer with those who had done as such, she did relax just a tad. Enough so that she found herself a place where she could not only gather herself something to drink, but remove her helmet. She kept her back to the wall, and most everyone to the front of her as much as possible. But otherwise she sat down, took up her drink, and observed for now.

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

Roon
Cis territory

The dragon had heard the call, while apprehensive about it she still decided to pursue this call, figuring that maybe it was time to put away old hate and looked forward towards a future in which she could step on mother mandalores grounds without sith control. Maybe this would be a start that way one day...so off by herself she went to roon.

Arriving she slowly came out, wearing her battlemaster armor she slowly scanned the area of the place before she started towards the door. Stopping she took a deep breath and let her force signature free, intending to make herself known to anyone in the force as she entered right as the might oya went out across the hall.

She hung out in the back for now, wanting to gauge everyone around her see if this truely was a call for all...or merely a trap

 

[Kes Stag]

Location: Roon
Objective: Observe
Tags: Tristan Ortega

As the confrontation between Zurin and Aria Nox subsided Kes pushed his way past into the busy hall. "Disappointing, would've been nice to see a fight so early on." he thought to himself There were a lot of Mandalorians and a lot of shiny expensive weapons. "Lets see if we can survive this then." he said to himself quietly. Kes was no patriot and like a few of the others he did not cheer. He pulled up a stool and sat, watching to see what would happen, still eying all the fancy equipment around him. Kes listened as the Quartermaster spoke, words of rebuilding, plans for redemptions and survival in the meantime.

Kes couldn't help but smile a bit, but not for the idea of the rebuilding the Mandalorian people but the idea that they now undersood what it meant to be an exile. Kes remembered wandering into the complex of some lowly crime lord on Nar Shaada. They took him in after his parents died. They had been his enclave. He looked around at the others, seeing how his 'fellow' mandalorians would act after the speech. Seemed like a mixture of emotions, many cheered out, revitalised by the speech but looking around there were others who sat there quietly, some whispering to each other. Kes looked over to those standing by the wall and spoke to Tristan Ortega. "Not in a patriotic mood eh? Or do you just love silently leaning on that wall." he said with his usual guttural accent.

As he spoke another mandalorian spoke to him and he turned to Vaux ( Mig Gred ). He looked over his shoulder at the sniper slung on his back when it was mentioned. "Eh. More of a jack of all trades. I love all weapons and use them when I can and today I happened to have needed my sniper." he said after taking it off and admiring the weapon. He'd stolen the weapon from some greedy crime-lord in his early bounty hunting days and it sort of grew on him. He looked back at the man, trying to remember what insignia that Vaux wore but alas, Kes never spent time memorising the sigils of each clan. "And you. Who are you?"

 

[Siv Dragr]

R A L L Y

Tag: Hinah Dragr

The food smelled delicious, although Siv did not partake in it. It had been the Way of Clan Dragr to not remove their helmets unless they were only in the presence of their fellow brothers and sisters; even to this day, with almost all of the Clan dead, Siv still honored that code. It was the last remnant of his people, the last remnant of his heritage, and the last legacy that Clan Dragr had to offer.

His thoughts were interrupted when a familiar person sat down opposite of him; Hinah, one of the few survivors from the Clan's destruction. He had met her and another clan mate on the infamous desert world of Tatooine, in a chance encounter where the two had actually been hunting him. Luckily the confusion had been sorted out without any casualties.

Hinah came over and leaned on the table that Siv sat at, and if her armor hadn't made her obvious, then her voice sealed the deal. "So, when this place opens up like some sort of deathtrap, I'll watch your back if you watch mine," she offered, and Siv let out a short bark of laugher and raised a gloved hand, indicating that she could take a seat next to him.

"It's been a while, hasn't it? How're you holding up --" Siv began to ask in reply, before a sudden speech from who seemed to be some sort of leader rose over his own. Siv turned to listen as the woman started on an impassioned oration. She called for the assembled Mandalorians -- more than Siv had seen in his lifetime, before and after the Fall -- to set aside their differences and work together towards a common good of rebuilding the Mando'ade.

Her words aspired for greatness. But for some, Siv included, they seemed lofty.

He felt his eyebrows raise as she announced that she was not seeking to be Mand'alor. Siv knew, as did any Mandalorian, that without the authority of Mand'alor one had little hope to control the clans. If this warrior wanted to claim leadership, why didn't she?

But then a lone shout of Oya rang out, a cry that Siv hadn't heard since he'd left Mandalore. The guttural shout was joined by another, and then another, and soon the whole hall rang with the traditional cry of the Mandalorians. Siv looked around, making up his mind, then banged his fist on the table. He had led his life thinking he was the last of his kind, the last of his people.

He would rather die than be left alone again.

"Oya!" he shouted as his cry mixed into the others.
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[Haastal Haran]

QUESTION?

When a woman's voice called out to silence the hall, Haastal turned towards, his hand firmly placed at the small of his mate's back. She spoke with more familiarity of the Mandalorian people than Haastal had. For truly he was a Mandalorian in practice and in the heart, but he knew next to nothing of the Taung warriors or even the fact that this planet had once been home to them. Looked like he still had a lot to learn. She declared that she would not claim the mantle of Mand'alor? Was that for the best? Perhaps. In the past the title of Mand'alor was one that caused divide among the Mandalorian people. How many of the Mandoa's chosen sons had sided with the Sith Empire in hopes of bringing glory and wealth to Mand'alor? More than once.

When she declared that they would learn and teach, Haastal raised his mug to the words. When the others shouted Oya, Haastal paused, not saying anything before drinking from his mug. He listened to Redd and he did not know how to answer her question.

Still, she did all she could to ease his nerves. When Redd's arms came to wrap around his neck, he let his hands fall to his waist, shaking his head a bit. "I don't know..." He said in response to her, before pulling her close, letting their lips brush together in a shallow kiss. "The title of Mand'alor isn't somethin' you just get. You're supposed to be the strongest and smartest of all the Mandalorians and have the interest of the Mandalorian people in your heart, y'know?"

His eyes flashed to the woman who spoke, narrowed in uncertainty before he looked back to Redd. His hand came up, tapping her cheek affectionately before he showed her a wry smirk. "Maybe I'll go be Mand'alor? Huh?" A joke. One that the moment he said it, he realized that was something that couldn't ever happen.

"For now I just wanna learn more about the Mandalorians, you know? I need to. It's somethin' I gotta do to do right by Haastal." He told her, speaking in both first and third person in a mirrored moment.

"I want you with me. No more splittin' up I..." The man breathed out before chuckling softly. "I want you to leave the Knights." He said, finally, before looking to Redd meaningfully. "Stay wit' me. Together, we'll do all of this and figure it out together. Even all the Force stuff."

Redd
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[Mig Gred]

Caeos Prahl Zurin Siv Dragr Haastal Haran Maleiah Kozan Kes Stag Aria Nox Rav Bralor Oya Skirata Hinah Dragr The Quartermaster Stardust Solus Skirae Redd

Vaux squinted a little at Kes as he spoke up. She wasn't sure why he'd need a sniper rifle today, but every Mandalorian had their thing. Though he said he liked all weapons. The Gred tilted her head a little at the rifle though. It seemed nice. She pulled out her own Trayc'kal revolver, just to compare the two weapons. She still preferred her weapons over other, but it was always nice to touch base with others. She then got asked who she was.

"Name's Vaux, clan Gred. I'm a pilot and a bit of a gunslinger myself. The quiet one over there is ner vod and alor (my brother and clan leader), Mig." She then eyed him through her visor, trying to get a read. "And do you have a name, or do I just make one up?"

Mig meanwhile just looked around, having felt a familiar presence. He wasn't good enough to know who, but he knew it was someone he'd met before. A lot. It narrowed down the list at least. He was about to look more before he heard the Mand'alor mentioned, and the Force. He looked in the direction of the conversation, seeing a pair discussing the future it seemed. He sighed a little, wishing he was back with his own family right now, but he wanted to keep in touch with everything that was going on since Mandalore.

"A Mand'alor needs the respect of all.... Sounds impossible to earn right now." He said this quietly, to himself. Maybe he needed to talk to the Quartermaster at some point, and get an idea of everything.

 

[Redd]

FUTURE​

Tags: Haastal Haran​

Redd’s head tilted back as Haastal’s lips softly brushed against her own in the briefest of kisses and she wished that he hadn’t made it such a quick contact. A soft whine got stuck in her throat as she wrestled the response to simmer it down to the point where she had to clear her throat. After she paused long enough to clear her throat, she reached out to snag Haastal’s drink just as he tapped her cheek. A brow lifted as he joked with that familiar smirk of his about maybe running for Mand’alor and the wolf just shook her head. Pale fingers pulled the mug towards her lips as she took a mouthful of the delicious liquid and continued to nod her head when her mate mentioned learning more about the Mandalorians. She was in the same boat, but she had far more to learn than he did.

Then suddenly he sprung something on her, just as she took another gulp of the man’s drink. She almost spat out the drink, but she placed the mug down and pressed a hand to her mouth so then she wouldn’t. Golden eyes looked up at the man before her as she slowly brought herself to swallow the mead that was being held inside of her mouth, with slow even gulps. Finally, once it had all been swallowed, the wolf exhaled as her hands crossed over her chest while her gaze landed upon Haastal’s face to make sure that he was joking. However, no matter how much she looked, he did not seem like he was joking. In fact, he looked as if he meant it.

Her lips parted and if anyone was watching, it would look as if her jaw had hit the floor. He was not joking and her arms unfolded while she picked her jaw up from the floor. With each silent minute that passed, her jaw worked against the tension that she felt building up and her right hand lifted to palm the muscle in her jaw. ”I… You… What?” Redd had been taken aback. Surprise was definitely something that she was feeling and it wasn’t something that she knew how to take. Especially such a surprising statement from her mate no less. Should she be angry? Annoyed? Insulted? Should she punching him in the throat right now?

Slowly, she exhaled and just when she thought that she had the initial shock over and done with, she growled at him. ”Are you joking? I can’t just get up and leave the Knight’s Obsidian.” Well, she could, but that was besides the point. What would she do? ”Well I could… However, Gerwald is my brother and he is my master, I’m training under him for all things the Force.” Although, they really hadn’t done much when it came to her training with the Force. Some beast talk and basic training including telepathy, which had become quite the handy tool to have. However, Gerwald always did seem as if he was too busy for her these days. As if there was always something else he had to do.

Finally, a sigh parted her lips and she leaned in to her mate once again while her arms lifted only to wrap around Haastal’s neck once more, ”I agree with us not splitting up and while I may be against it, perhaps it is time for me to leave the Knight’s Obsidian. Plus Gerwald will always be my brother, no matter what.” Redd paused as she drew in yet another breath while she bit down upon her bottom lip in quiet thought. ”What would we do? Where would we go? How would I learn more about the Force if I am no longer a Knight? Will Gerwald still want to be my master if I leave the Knights?”​

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[Haastal Haran]

FIRE AND WATER​

Tags: Redd ​

When Redd growled at Haastal the man chuckled a bit before holding his hands up at his mate. "Do I look like I'm jokin?" He asked the woman before he arched a brow at her. "So train under him without bein' in the Knight's?" Haastal argued when she mentioned that her brother was also acting as her Master in the Force. Haastal shrugged before taking his drink and downing a bit more. When Redd's arms came to wrap around his neck, he smiled down at her when he saw she was considering what he said.

"I just want you close. We've been playin' with it for a while but I want you with the Mandalorians, with Clan Verd. It'll be your new home. You have the armor, we'll give ya the name, an' when we have kids then we'll teach them the Mandalorian way too." He told

"Look, I don't know anythin' about all the jetii stuff, but Gerwald can teach you anytime can't he?" Haastal asked her before taking another deep drink from his mug. He emptied the drink, before quickly taking another full mug and looking to Redd. He held the mug out to her to drink, running his free hand through her hair while his eyes landed on her. "I need your help Redd, my brother made me a Lieutenant an' I gotta show out. Otherwise im no different than any of the rest of these fools." He said quietly, in a nonchalant tone, gesturing to the other Mandalorians gathered in the room offhandedly.

"Be by my side, Redd. It's where you belong now." He told her, holding a hand on her chin possessively.
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[Redd]

FUTURE​

Tags: Haastal Haran​

Redd paused for a moment as she chewed upon her bottom lip while she watched Haastal’s face. He was right in saying that he didn’t seem to be joking or kidding around. He wanted her to leave the Knight's and yet, it couldn’t be certain that the Mandalorians would even accept her within their ranks. She wasn’t born a Mandalorian and as she turned her head to view the room once more, she watched those that were already weary of those that were born as a Mandalorian. To add someone who wasn’t born a Mandalorian seemed as if it was tempting fate. Slowly, she leaned her head against his chest and closed her golden eyes for a moment while she tried to think it all over.

It wasn’t as if he had sprung it on her per se. They had been talking about the possibility, but she had never actually thought that it would ever become a reality. Slowly, she exhaled as she pondered upon the possibility and she would be lying that it wasn’t as if she didn’t feel at home already. No matter where her mate was, she would always feel at home. The woman didn’t ever want to be separated from him, but she knew that she wouldn’t have a choice sometimes. Doing missions for the Knight’s would definitely mean that she would find herself separated from him for certain missions.

”The Jedi stuff?” The woman chuckled softly then as she looked up at the man before her then, only to perk a brow. ”All joking aside. Gerwald can teach me the Force at any time I guess and I don’t think that my training is based on whether or not I work for the Knight’s Obsidian.” A sigh parted her lips as she leaned into the warmth of the man’s arm and simply enjoyed his presence for a moment. He held out a mug to her and she relinquished her hold upon the mug, only to lightly wrap her hands around Haastal’s hand and lifted it to her lips. She tilted the mug and took a drink of the sweet liquid. Redd felt his hand run through her hand and as she lifted her grip upon his own that held the cup, her golden eyes flickered up to her mate while her tongue licked her lips.

When he gestured to the room, her gaze flickered to follow his hand and she took notice of their surroundings once again, only to feel his hand upon her chin. She heard his words and a frown descended upon her brow and she angled her head slightly to the right. Of course she had always felt as if her place was beside him, but to hear him confirm that she belonged by his side, only made her feel more secure in her position beside him.

Finally after a little more silence, she nodded her head as best as she could while being securely held in place by his hand. ”I have always felt as if I belong beside you and it has fueled my want to know more about a path that you have felt strongly about. For I myself lacked a true path, for I only wish for a pack once more. Family and being with you I have both. Not just a brother, but a mate and a future with pups. However.” Redd paused as she lightly bit her bottom lip in quiet thought, as if she was thinking about her current words carefully. ”I don’t understand one thing. What do you mean, give me the name?”​

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[Aloy Vizsla]

Spoiler: (Soundtrack)

R E K I N D L I N G

J

oti had landed "The Mynock" In a secluded clearing far away from the conclave, Proceeding by foot over the hills and through the forests, Slowly Marching through the land with her pronged staff and her beaten Beskar'gam, The bug-like eyes scanning each and every detail. Roon was... Beautiful.
A verdant land of vibrant greens in the forest and crystal blue seas. It was the perfect sight for a vacation home of sorts, And a hidden Enclave. She'd heard about this enclave through her own sources. Well placed bribes and the right favors for the right people until she'd finally found a lead on the whereabouts of other mandalorians. Of Vode.
She was worried. Very worried, But she had to try.

Coming up to the doors of the great hall, She gives the guards a moment to open up for her before slowly proceeding in. Anyone on the outskirts of the crowd would hear the distinct jingle of her loose rocket boots long before they saw her, But what they saw was quite unordinary for a mandalorian.

* Clink* * clink* * clink*

Joti rounds the corner, Coming coming to stop as she listens to the Quarter's speech, which had already begun by the time she entered. It was a good speech, And where others may have been confused about the golden clad woman's hesitation to take up the role of Mand'alor, She knew exactly why. The burden of leadership, especially on such a scale, Was often heavier than any other. Any true Mand'alor in the past had always been reluctant to bear the mask, or the darksaber. The weight of responsibility could crush the unready faster than any axe or beast, And Joti knew that better than anyone. Not to mention that the coronations of Mand'alors had only brought her people suffering in recent times. Perhaps it would better for the Mando'ade recover and find themselves, Before finding another warlord...

With that thought done, She grabs herself a bowl of food and magnetizes her staff to her back, freeing up the other hand for a good bottle of ale as she makes her way to the various tables and benches, Picking a spot close to but within polite distance of a pair of mandalorians she didn't recognize. Of course she didn't recognize them. She hadn't known anyone since the Red Coronation and the massacre of Cin'Vode. Just as no one here would recognize her, even with her strange armour. She was much like her clan in that regard, And like so many here. Just Another Ghost.

"Do you fellas mind if sit here? Vode?"
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[Kelisea Dragr]

A HWK-1000 Light Freighter eases down onto its landing gear within a space large enough for the vessel, away from other ships within a fair distance from the source of the transmission which had called her to the planet of Roon. Eyes linger on the landscape residing beyond the viewports for a time before the pilot's chair spins clockwise away from the controls. With a flip of a few switches, the ship's systems whine down with a groan as the door opens, lowering the ramp. Grasping her rifle, she stepped out into the lush terrain, her armor doing little to blend in here as it was suited more for the terrain of planets with much colder environments. ​

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It had been some time that she had stepped foot on another world for any other purpose than a job. To arrive on a world with a message claiming safety was something hard to believe. She had been on Mandalore during the fall, and had survived with scars of the battle. The time spent since then had been far more lonely. Away from Vode and the galaxy at large, for a time.​

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Her guard was held up throughout the approach towards the guards, easing only slightly as she was allowed in. Following the sounds, the path lead to the great hall, where a sight now unfamiliar was a reality. Despite being around other Mando'ade, she leaned against the wall off to the side, securing her rifle as the hood rested loosely on the back of her helmet, the black T-visor a clear contrast from the snow white armor, the mark of Clan Dragr visible on her right arm.​

Hinah Dragr Siv Dragr​

 

[Siv Dragr]

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Tag: Hinah Dragr | Kelisea Dragr | Aloy Vizsla

Conversation ebbed and flowed, Siv watching from an impassive view behind his helmet. He did not participate in the food nor drink; it was against the Way of Clan Dragr to remove one's helmet in front of others, even when they were fellow Vode. But he was content to sit, watch, and listen with his fellow brothers and sisters. Even more so that there was a living breathing member of Clan Dragr beside him.

His people may not be extinct after all.

"Do you fellas mind if I sit here? Vode?"

The voice came from behind, and Siv turned to see an armored woman with strikingly-red hair. Siv nodded to the table. "If no one's sitting in it, it's not taken," he responded by means of giving her permission. Not that he needed to. His head still turned, his eye caught the flash of a similar insignia, the same etched on his own pauldron; the bloodbat of Clan Dragr. Narrowing his eyes, Siv stood up, and saw the same symbol again, now making it out to be etched on the white armor of a lone warrior. "If you'll excuse me," he said to both the woman and Hinah before standing up.

He didn't dare hope that another member of Clan Dragr had survived. But there one was, standing there in the midst of the assembled Mandalorians.

Walking up to the warrior, Siv stopped a pace away. "You a Clan member as well?" Siv grunted a seemingly cold welcome, although those who knew him -- which, to be honest, weren't really anyone -- would know that Siv was almost being affectionate.