Private One for the Weik

[Sola Wessiri]

Vossport.

It is often told and retold on Weik; the stories of ships falling from the sky, much in the same way that the colonists had come hundreds of years ago. The stories had altered over time, with the falling ships signalling the end of the world; the great Apocalypse. Yet as the centuries wore on, such stories became nothing more than ones told to scare the younglings.

Outsiders were never to be trusted. Some even mistrusted those from other continents and regions of Weik, mostly due to the trade wars and warlords among them. Even the Lucites were a problem and it was difficult to know of just who they were.

Yet Weik had it's protectors, both in the Knights, Paladins, Rangers and Mandalorians. And it was through them that most of the citizens felt relatively safe.

Sola was on her way to Vossport to give more information to the Trades Guild Masters. Valknor was gone, having been kidnapped by the Lucites and she needed to ensure that the matter would be solved. There was also the fact that a ship had crashed in the Ordan Spine, one carrying a few survivors. It had seemed as though the old stories of the Apocalypse had some inkling of truth to them.

But what she didn't know was that even more were coming so soon. Sola's eyes were drawn to the skies as the sonic boom of a vessel breaking the atmosphere was heard. She squinted her eyes and then instinctively called her dagger to her hand from her boot with the Force.

The Outsiders were coming.

And no one was prepared.

Kreslin Westwind

 

[Kreslin Westwind]

Kreslin had not been sure what to expected when Caden Evesa requested an audience with him a few days ago. The Jedi's enthusiasm, much like Venku Bralor and his, put Kreslin on edge. Still, he had humored the Jedi, as he had taken part during the events of the Liberation. To say Kreslin had been surprised by the information the Jedi had brought would be an understatement. Records had been found of a rumored lost Clan of Mandalorians deep in the Outer Rim of the galaxy, bordering the great expanse of empty space.

In short order, Kreslin had begun to gather an expedition to investigate this rumor. A single Cabur Class Frigate, renamed the Darksaber the moment Kreslin set foot on the vessel, had been requisitioned for the task. For its crew, he had assembled as many available officers as he could, as well as warriors he felt he could trust. He did not know what they would find during the expedition, if they found anything at all, but the wide array of skills he was bringing with him would no doubt play a key role.

Several days of travel had eventually brought them to the suspected coordinates of the lost Clan. The system they had initially arrived in proved to be a dead end, with only feint traces of what might have been Mandalorians existing there centuries ago. The next two systems after that proved equally as disappointing, and Kreslin was preparing to call off the search when scouts returned from the fourth system in their path. They returned with the confirmation they were looking for.

Now, a single Beviin Class Transport was making its way through the atmosphere of Weik, towards a large settlement orbital observation had noted. Kreslin himself stood in the cockpit of the craft, his helmet gripped under his arm as he stared out at the clouds passing by, eager to take in the first glimpse of his people that the galaxy had forgotten about. After several minutes of descent, the transport finally broke through the last clouds separating them from their goal, and Kreslin could not contain the smile that spread across his face at the sight of Vossport.

Turning, he walked down the small set of stairs leading from the cockpit to the cargo bay, where a majority of the landing party he had assembled were waiting. He slipped his helmet on over his head, locking it in place with one hand while readjusting the armorweave cloak over his right shoulder with the other. When he spoke, it was with a carefully controlled neutral tone, directed at no one individual in particular.

"The city is in sight, we should be landing soon."

Stardust Solus Skirae Adenn Kyramud River Kryze Aloy Vizsla Darsch Vizsla Kragr Krayt

 

[Aloy Vizsla]

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P R E P A R E - F O R - P L A N E T F A L L​

Tag: Kreslin Westwind | Darsch Vizsla | River Kryze | (Open interaction)​

Equipment: In Bio.​

The thought of a lost clan on such a remote world intrigued the Vizsla wearing her skull-like helm as she stood in the dropship, Gripping the handlebar above her tight in one hand, And her highly modified EE-3 in the other. She had come hoping for peace, But come prepared for war if there were to be hostiles. After all, They were in unknown territory, And if the Sons of Mandalore were anything to go by, Not all Mandalorians were keen on cooperation between their own kind, And these mandalorians had been isolated since the gulag plague if the rumors were true. There was no telling how they'd react to Mand'alor the Reclaimer and his modernized mandalorians, And that's where she came in. Where Death Watch came in. Aloy had been assigned to accompany her Alor and lover, Darsch Vizsla, In personally guarding their Mand'alor today, An honour that she had accepted with both gratitude and determination.

"The city is in sight, we should be landing soon."

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Aloy looks up suddenly, The cold black visor that formed her skeletal visage making brief contact with that of her Mand'alor's, Prompting a silent nod from her in return before she turns toward Darsch Vizsla next to her. Without a word, She leans in and places the forehead of her helm against that of Darsch's, Performing the much more sentimental variant of the keldabe kiss. A gesture that she had wanted to perform for many years, But did not take lightly.

<"Jate jate'kara, Ner kar'taylir darasuum.">
(Good luck, My love.)

 

[Kovhorn]

Kovhorn didn't always go on these types of mission. Group missions sure, those were plenty. But this was almost an exploratory mission. Still, he was here. He'd chosen, rather reluctantly, not to bring his ship. As much as he feared things again, at least this time he'd be with other mandalorians this time. They wouldn't make the mistake he had he hoped.

He joined the others on the transport. Wearing his beskargam as usual. Two Sonic Blasters at his sides, a SD-101 "Devastator" Assault Cannon in his hands, and a Beskad on his back alongside a Kal. Naturally, he had extra ammunition on him for the blasters but it was unlikely he'd be pushed to using them. In some cases this might be over-kill, but he didn't know enough about this planet to trust that. So he was armed properly.

The mandalorian stood patiently. Glancing up only as Kreslin Westwind said they were landing soon. He gave a simple nod and simply continued to wait. Kovhorn was generally pretty quiet and today was no different. And he would say nothing either when he saw Aloy Vizsla giving Darsch Vizsla a keldabe kiss.

Warriors together on the battlefield fighting for a common purpose. That was how it should be.

Directly Relevant Tags: Aloy Vizsla Kreslin Westwind (+Anyone else on ship.
Location: Beviin Class Transport


Stardust Solus Skirae Sola Wessiri River Kryze Kragr Krayt Darsch Vizsla

 

[Venku Bralor]

It was nice to get away from the ever present workload of organizing and settling his people. A luxury the too young togorian rarely got to indulge in these days. In fact, he had almost said no when Kreslin offered the chance to join the excursion, worry evident in the older man's voice. A feral tooka chase, he'd called it. Now, with the ship descending, he was glad he'd agreed.

The ship shuddered as it entered atmo and Venku made his way over to Kreslin, a long time friend and now the new Mand'alor. "Vor'e." He didn't explain what for, he didn't need to. Both of them knew he needed this break. It was a story written in sleepless nights and too much work. One he was sure many saw but few acted to change.

The ship shuddered as it hit turbulence, catching Venku off guard and sending his gangly form tumbling into the mandalorian beside him. "Sorry!" Now was not the time to have problems with his limbs. Even so, he couldn't help the fact that that sometimes they still felt too long and awkward despite having had his last growth spurt a little less than half a year ago. Pulling himself to his feet, the togorian studied his kin, in their full sets of beskar'gam with blasters and other weapons strapped on. He had to admit he felt the odd one out. Unlike the other mando'ade, Venku wore no buy'ce. His previous one had been lost in the nether and since then the rallymaster had yet to replace it.

What would these mandalorians look like? Would they even have the distinctive T visors of their armor? A couple four hundred years was a long time for things such as armor design to change. Would they still follow the resol'nare? Surely they would, otherwise how could they even be considered mandalorians?

The ship shuddered again as they flew through turbulence. Lost in though as he was, Venku didn't have the wherewithal to steady himself and instead went crashing into the mand'alor. Though the two of them avoided landing in a sprawling heap on the ground, Venku still found his head smacked hard against the older man's breastplate and his hand instinctively latched onto Kreslin's shoulder, the first thing he could reach. Had the mand'alor been anyone he hadn't already befriended, Venku would have found himself an embarrassed mess. As it was, he could only grin in what he was sure was more than a slightly feral smile as his vision spun and his legs scrambled to get beneath him from their awkward position of too close to the floor yet too far out to find purchase. If only the ship had carpet or something for his claws to latch onto. The thought made him smile wider. "Reminds me of when we first met." Of course, there was a lot more turbulence and a lot less to run from now.

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Kreslin Westwind Stardust Solus Skirae Kragr Krayt Sola Wessiri Aloy Vizsla River Kryze Darsch Vizsla Kovhorn
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[Darsch Vizsla]

Darsch could be seen as somewhat excited to be finally performing the first operation with the new Deathwatch. This would be the first time in a few years since the fall. She stood in the ship clad in her newly painted Deathwatch Beska'gam. Aloy had painted it as a gift to Darsch. She was proud to have the armor on and to bear the sign of the deathwatch. The Vizsla had revived her clan once again. The Deathwatch was just the beginnning of it. Eventually she hoped to climb up the ladder of influence and become someone great like Pre Vizsla. She stood next to Aloy falling into her thoughts.

The Keldabe kiss had snapped Darsch out of her deep thinking, a subtle blush appearing on her freckled face under her visor. The mission was simple today. Keep Kreslin Westwind safe. Protect her Mand'alor with her life no matter what the galaxy threw at them. Darsch was ready to serve. They were about to arrive at their destination. She looks up to see Kreslin enter the cargo bay. She nods to him in respect as he entered, signalling she was ready to serve her Mand'alor in any way possible. Darsch would move to his side following him like the Honor Guard she was.

Aloy Vizsla Kreslin Westwind

 

[River Kryze]

Equipment: (in Bio)
Tags: Kreslin Westwind Aloy Vizsla Kovhorn Darsch Vizsla

Flight was never an struggle for River, in fact she did quite well with space travel. As she looked to her fellow passengers, deep down she knew she was probably the only one that had no business being here. Her identity was still intact as far as she knew, but it was a strange sensation to be on a shuttle full of people and still be alone. To distract from her dreary thoughts, she looked over the datapad on her wrist, checking the levels of fuel and carbonite in her suit, and was finished shortly after she started. A sigh sounded from the confines of her helmet, the desire to tinker was strong, and yet she had nothing to screw with. With little else to do, she went back to Mando watching, her eyes setting on the only person she was familiar with on this ship; Aloy.

She watched the woman draw near to another Mandalorian, setting her forehead against the other Mando, a seemingly unspoken meaning to it, but one that registered to River as personal and powerful. It stirred a thought from her days as a wife, how Omar seemed to nearly headbutt her in the mornings as they awoke. She had always thought it was just his nervous energy at work, but a small part of her wondered if it had to do with the gesture she was seeing now.

"Ner kar'taylir darasuum."

That's what he used to call her, though he never explained what it meant. Despite all the Mando'a lessons he had given her, those three words had never been explained. "You''ll find out when you're ready." He used to say. Well he was dead now, so was she still not ready? The faint sting of a tear threatened her right eye, as River brushed her fingers against the brow her helmet, taking in a deep breath. They were coming here for a mission after all, no need to get bogged down with distractions. She was here with the group now, they were depending on her; even if she wasn't one of them on the inside.

This was her place now. She just had to find some way to fit in within the machine.

Maybe she'd belong in time, become a functional cog in the works, become indistinguishable from the rest of the group.

Maybe one day.

 

[Adenn Kyramud]

A lost clan of Mandalore, it was a story all too familiar to Adenn. A handful of decades ago, Clan Mortui could have been considered lost, though they were in fact only hiding. Then they'd come out to the wider galaxy and fought war after war. Hopefully this new clan wouldn't face the same problems, wouldn't have to fight and sacrifice over the decades. Times were already changing for the better, so the future looked bright.

Part of that future were the individuals in this very shuttle, Kreslin being the primary individual. The man had laid claim to the title of Mand'alor, and Adenn didn't quite know how to feel about that yet. He would reserve his judgement for when they fought side by side, though hopefully that wouldn't come this day.

As it was, Adenn was standing near the front of the ship, beside the only other Clan Mortui member present, Voxhorn. Standing steady despite the turbulence, a testament to combat drops with worse turbulence and magnetic boots. Others didn't share the same unfortunately, or fortunately. Snorting upon hearing what Venku said, Adenn called out with a laugh.
"At least the turbulence is natural this time around."

Shaking his head with amusement, Adenn began to wonder about this rediscovered clan. What would they want and how could they contribute to the clans. Furthermore, how much of the culture had they kept and what did they have to give up over the many years. They'd find out soon, but it was something to think on until they met.

| Sola Wessiri | Kreslin Westwind | Venku Bralor | Aloy Vizsla | Kovhorn | Venku Bralor | Darsch Vizsla | River Kryze |

 

[Sola Wessiri]

Sola ran. Not away, but towards where she figured ship was coming to land. From what she could gather, it wouldn't be far off from where the skeletal remains of another vessel from hundreds of years ago lay waste, it's important components and hull plating long since taken.

Behind her, members of the Vossport City Guard began their approach with swords, shields and armour. All of them running with their eyes following the ship fell from the sky.

Once they were fifty meters from where the ship touched down, Sola and the VCG raised their weapons defensively. For the Paladin, this wasn't the first visitor in recent weeks and that in and of itself made her wary of what lay ahead for Weik.

Now they all waited with baited breath for whoever it was that flew the ship to come out of it.

Kreslin Westwind Aloy Vizsla Kovhorn Venku Bralor Darsch Vizsla River Kryze Adenn Kyramud

 

[Kreslin Westwind]

Kreslin locked eyes with Venku briefly as he tumbled into him, listening to the youth speak for a moment. Then, on instinct as much as anything else, he brought his right hand back and punched the young Mandalorian across the face, sending him tumbling to the ground. Kreslin did not enjoy people intruding in his personal space, even his friends. Boundaries had to be set. Shaking his hand briefly from the force of his punch, and looking at Venku laying on the ground, he gave a brief nod and a laugh, stepping over him. "Yes, this is reminding me of something."

Kreslin made his way then towards the rear of the transport, steadying himself with a hand on the wall as the vessel landed. A small light at the edge of the ramp section changed from red to yellow, signaling it was on standby and safe to open. Turning his head back to look at the others for a moment, Kreslin gestured for the Vizsla to follow him out of the transport first as he hit a single button on the console. The light went from yellow to green, and steam filled the cargo bay, an added feature that in a combat deployment, would provide any exiting troops with cover.

As it was, it only created an intimidating look as the fully armored Mandalorian Union warriors emerged from the transport, their helmet visors adjusting to the sudden change in brightness. Kreslin came to a halt at the end of the ramp, glancing around at the assembled crowd. After a few moments, Kreslin finally spoke.

"Su cuy'gar, Ni cuy' Kreslin Westwind, Mand'alor be te Mando Union. Ni greet gar an o'r naak."

Aloy Vizsla Kovhorn Venku Bralor Darsch Vizsla River Kryze Adenn Kyramud Sola Wessiri

 

[Aloy Vizsla]

P L A N E T F A L L​

Tag: Darsch Vizsla Kreslin Westwind River Kryze Venku Bralor Sola Wessiri Kovhorn Adenn Kyramud ​

The arrival and sudden tumble of Venku Bralor caused her to turn from darsch momentarily, Only to see the cat-like creature get decked and sent to the... Deck, which caused her to flinch beneath the helm. <"That's gotta hurt...">

On cue, She follows Darsch to her Mand'alor's side, Walking shoulder to shoulder with him and emerging from the steam, Her skeletal helm and horns giving her the appearance of some kind of demon emerging from the underworld. A first impression that could be problematic if these people were as superstitious as she feared they might be.

<"Seems we've drawn quite the crowd..."> She says, Observing the primitives in front of her with her eyes and rangefinder, Bringing up all manner of useless data that told her only one thing: The level of technology here was... Almost non-existant by galactic standards.

<"They appear to be holding defensive positions, Sir. No sign of blasters or basic weaponry, Just primitive blades and shields."> She relays the information quietly to her Mand'alor, Staying by his side and keeping her weapon pointed to the ground, Though the buttstock remained firmly pressed against her shoulder, Ready to aim and fire at anyone foolish enough to start chit with mandalorians, Especially the Mand'alor. The call to defend their people and leader had gone out, And Death Watch answered.

 

[Darsch Vizsla]

Darsch strides beside Kreslin occasionally glancing to Joti who was on the other side. She observed Kreslin for a moment, taking a moment to admire his well crafted Armor. She stops in her tracks as the feline humanoid of a mando tumbled into the Mand'alor. Her helm turned towards them knowing that something would happen due to this lack of respect. Boom, He sent the young mandalorian to the ground with one hard fist. Darsch lightly chuckled under her helmet watching this.

The door to the ship had come open and sunlight poured in. Darsch followed the others in changing the darkness of her visor. Her first though was what the hell these primitives were doing? The Mandalorians were clad in their suits of beskar and in numbers so it was quite intimidating indeed. Those primitives were just armed with wooden sticks and shields. It was funny to Darsch prompting her to chuckle once again. If they tried anything, they'd end up dead. Riddled with blaster holes and burns. Darsch listened to Aloy's observation.

<"If it comes to it, we'll burn their mongrel hides..">

She smirked slightly at her comment on the primitives.

Aloy Vizsla Kreslin Westwind River Kryze Sola Wessiri Venku Bralor Adenn Kyramud Kovhorn

 

[Kovhorn]

Nox raised an eyebrow underneath his helmet as he watched Venku Bralor stumble due to turbulence. He barely chuckled underneath. "Need your battle legs ready." he said to himself quietly. Not everyone was used to holding still, maybe he just wasn't paying attention. Though, Nox did have a slight advantage for that in his cybernetic legs. So he couldn't completely put it onto experience.

Adenn Kyramud , the higher ranked member of the Mortui clan, commented on the turbulence after Venku. It was good to be among other members of the clan, even if there was only one more. They were all mandalorians yes, but there was some extra necessity to take care of the clan. And to help prove its worth.

And then they landed. Kovhorn cracked his neck by stretching it to either side, "Let's see if they're accommodating or not." he muttered as the doors opened, he kept his SD-101 "Devastator" Assault Cannon pointed towards the ground as they exited the place. His helmet giving him numerous readings on the situation. Kreslin Westwind lead the walk followed closely by Darsch Vizsla and Aloy Vizsla . He narrowed his eyes at those present. As Aloy stated their weaponry was honestly rather sub par. Like they'd traveled eons back in time.

He heard Darsch Vizsla comment and narrowed his eyes. "We don't know their exact numbers, how they fight, or if they're hiding anything. Nature has a habit of being deadly." he said. Nox used to hunt beasts a great deal more. It was the reason he lost his legs. Course it was also the reason for his armor. He kept his eyes open as he walked. Thermal imaging helping him get a look to try and see if there were any of these people hiding somewhere.

Was this really what had happened to the clan though? Reduced to swords and shields. Or was this the only options they were left with.

Sola Wessiri

Equipment:
Beskargam
Two Sonic Blasters at sides
SD-101 "Devastator" Assault Cannonin his hands
Beskad on his back alongside a Kal

 

[River Kryze]

Equipment: (in Bio)
Tags: Kreslin Westwind Aloy Vizsla Kovhorn Darsch Vizsla Adenn Kyramud Sola Wessiri

There was a 'thud' that snapped River out of her thoughts, as she found that Venku had been laid out by Kreslin. Poor kid, all he did was stumble. Scowling behind the helm, she felt compelled to jump in on behalf of the Togorian, but doing so would only make her position with this group worse. Not to mention she had no real back up if she got slugged in the face. Everyone else seemed to be rising, standing up, and it occurred to River that she had entirely missed the landing sequence of the ship. Rising, she fell in behind, making out the shapes of Aloy Vizsla and Kreslin Westwind 's helmets, and the strange primitive looking people that loomed out before them like some sort of welcoming committee.

Catching only a bit of the commentary on the situation, River's hand glided over the holster of her blaster, unsure as what the goal here was. "Just a suggestion, but, we should probably open up communications. Anyone want to volunteer as a diplomat?" She questioned, getting the sense that if two Mandalorian cultures with weapons draw would probably lead to nothing but bloodshed. Seeing as how that sorta clashed with the entire reason they had come here, River was hoping someone would be willing to step up.

Unfortunatly, a good look at the committee standing before them now indicated that violence might be needed to make the point. This...was the last clan they had come for, wasn't it? Truthfully, River was too afraid to ask.

 

[Adenn Kyramud]

Snorting at what Kreslin did in response to Venku, Adenn shook his head. Amusing as it was, it would also teach him to keep on his feet better. It wouldn't do for something like that to happen in a combat drop after all. Standing still at the front of the ship, Adenn barely moved as the ship came down to land. As Kreslin moved past, Adenn thumped Voxhorn once on the shoulder, a gesture of good will and luck. Despite that move, Adenn didn't move as the Vizsla's passed him, despite the sight setting him on edge. It would take awhile for him to get used to allied Vizsla's again. Shaking those thoughts off, Adenn instead focused on their greeting party.

What he saw didn't change anything from what Aloy said, making her statement rather redundant, but the sign of a good bodyguard. Snorting at that thought, Adenn finally moved forward, standing opposite of Voxhorn. In doing so, he heard what Darsch said and the reply from Voxhorn. Snorting quietly, Adenn spoke up himself, speaking in Mando'a.
"They're potential allies, possibly loyal to the Clan here, or part of it. Don't forget, it's the Ewoks that made the defeat of the Empire possible in the end. It's also the Tusken Raiders that provide the most resistance on Tatooine." Giving Darsch a glance, Adenn shook his head. "Never underestimate your opponent, especially if it's simply a technological difference. We've done more with less in the past."

Folding his arms behind himself, Adenn stood proud without any weapons in his hands. It may have been going against underestimating others, but it was more a show of peace than anything else. Besides, the rest had weapons out should the worst happen, and Adenn had plenty of weapons in his armor that could pop out in a second's notice. Turning his head towards the assembled greeting party, Adenn called out to them in Mando'a first.
"Do you understand us?" Then he switched to Galactic Basic. "Or would this work better for you? Perhaps another language we could translate might be easier?"


| Sola Wessiri | Kreslin Westwind | Venku Bralor | Aloy Vizsla | Kovhorn | Darsch Vizsla | River Kryze |

 

[Sola Wessiri]

The ramp lowered and everyone's tensions rose. The ship had not crashed. It came of it's own accord. The question was... why?

Sola was dressed in leathers, while the Vossport City Guard wore armour of their own, not as strong as beskar, but it worked well enough. It was mostly derived of mined metals, fashioned in part to resemble that of stormtrooper armour. Their swords and shields were reminicent of much earlier times.

Neither felt unmatched by the Mandalorians that exited the ship. Instead they sized them up. Their armour was distinct and it was quite clear of what they were. Such recognition was noticed on the Paladin's face.

Kreslin Westwind was the first among the outsiders to speak. Sola tilted her head to the side a bit as she tried to make out all of his words. Aloy Vizsla was a devlish sight that she tried to ignore. This all could be one awful illusion by the Lucites. Why else would that one's helmet be so...deathly?

Others soon followed suit, making the Weik that were present question just how many outsiders there were in there.

And then Adenn Kyramud spoke up, standing more relaxed than any of the rest of them. His words at least could be understood. That is when he spoke basic. As Sola responded loudly, her voice was thick with an accent unknown, derived after a civilization in isolation for centuries. "You are Mandalorian. Are you lost? Have you come to speak with the Mand'alor?" She was going to also ask if they were expected, but refrained from doing so. If outsiders were somehow in contact with the Mandalorians, than the Trades Guild Masters would know.

Venku Bralor Kovhorn Darsch Vizsla River Kryze

 

[Venku Bralor]

The metal floor was hard against Venku’s prone form. Lying there, his jaw aching from the punch, the teen couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle. Yes, this definitely reminded him of when they first met. At least nothing was broken this time around.

As the others filed out of the ship, Venku peeled himself off the floor and retrieved his buy’ce from its place on his hip. Unlike his fellows, who’s buckets were crafted to complete their kit, the togorian’s was a poor replacement. His real bucket lay in the nether and he’d been too busy helping his people to craft a replacement. Placing it on his head, Venku slipped through the crowd, wiggling his way to the front.

Before him stood a mottled group of civilians and warriors clad in metal plates. They stood whispering, glancing at the ship and at the mandalorians before it. The force pressed the idea of suspicious-fear-confusion into the back of his mind. This could easily become a delicate situation.

Among them stood a woman, dressed in leather armor with curly brown hair. “You are Mandalorian. Are you lost? Have you come to speak with the Mand'alor?” Her heavily accented words spoke as if this was a common occurrence, but the idea of suspicion pressed into his mind and the furtive glances of civilians and hands that strayed towards swords told a different story. A delicate situation indeed. It was best he handled it with care.

“I don’t know about being lost. We’ve been searching for a hidden clan of mandalorians. Now that we’re here, we need to find them and talk to their Mand’alor.” Golden eyes flicked to Kreslin, the Unions own Mand’alor. How would this situation end?


His tail, covered in an armor weave sleeve to protect it from blaster bolts, flicked behind him, curling around his waist before swaying back around and settling down. Likewise his presence in the force flickered with emotion. Wariness encircled him like a cloud of sand, billowing and impenetrable. He didn’t like how unconcerned their warriors seemed when faced with the mandalorians. Curiosity sparked within the cloud, yellow tinted lightning that came in bursts. These people were so different from May he knew, and the accent was thick and hard to understand. How long had these people been separated from the galaxy?

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Kreslin Westwind Adenn Kyramud River Kryze Aloy Vizsla Kovhorn Darsch Vizsla Sola Wessiri​

 

[Kreslin Westwind]

When Kreslin had spoken, he had already begun running the prospects of a potential conflict through his mind. The odds were not the best, even given their equipment and training. These natives might not be able to pierce Beskar in a straight fight, but there was enough of them that they could probably overwhelm the small landing party with sheer numbers. At the very least, he wanted to delay any kind of fight, if one must happen, until they could get into a better position. Being surrounded on all sides in unfamiliar urban streets was certainly not it.

Turning his head slightly, Kreslin shrugged his shoulders, the move shifting the armorweave cloak he wore to the side, revealing a collection of knives and his sidearm. "If they start anything, get to higher ground. That should make it simple enough..." Kreslin spoke the words to Darsch and Aloy beneath his breath before turning to watch the others present speak. First, River brought up the thought of trying to open a dialogue. He had done that already, though they had not understood his words. Then Adenn spoke up, bringing a slightly more diplomatic approach to things then he had. Finally, Venku spoke, though after the woman who had approached the group.

It seemed Galactic Basic would have to do. Stepping forward, Kreslin nodded to the others his thanks for speaking, before coming to stand before the woman who had taken the lead of the locals. "I am Kreslin Westwind, leader of these Mandalorian warriors. We come from the Distant Home of all Mandalorians. We have indeed come to speak with the Mand'alor, are they here?"

Aloy Vizsla Darsch Vizsla Venku Bralor Adenn Kyramud Sola Wessiri River Kryze Kovhorn

 

[Aloy Vizsla]

Tag: Sola Wessiri Venku Bralor Darsch Vizsla Kreslin Westwind ​

River Kryze Kovhorn Adenn Kyramud ​

Aloy couldn't help muting her helm's vocal enhancer while sighing quietly to herself at the comments from Adenn and Kovhorn. While what they said was true and had a degree of wisdom even, She wondered why everyone assumed they were inexperienced. She was tired of being treated like a child by vod that barely knew her. Had that been their intention? Doubtful, But between the Sons of Mandalore the last time she'd taken part in one of these gatherings and the things she saw during the battle of mandalore, She'd need time to re-adjust to the constant criticism of her own people.

Comments like "Nature has a habit of being deadly" and "Never underestimate your opponent", As if the two Vizslas were new foundlings and hadn't been fighting for survival for the past decade.

<"I make a similar habit."> She says in a neutral tone, Turning to the two Mortui clansmen <"Darsch is eager, That's all. Numbers or not, We're both ready to fight if it comes down to it. Though I agree we shouldn't underestimate our foes, A little battlefield talk for morale never hurt. Rest assured, We don't charge blindly into battle. We leave that to the crusaders"> Aloy chuckles, Turning back to continue watching the gathering crowd.

Next came the leather clad woman, Speaking on behalf of the natives with both confusion and loud determination. Whoever she was, She wasn't as nervous as the others. Interesting. Though, Concerning in a way. Either she was like Darsch, Or she knew something the Mandalorians didn't.

When she mentioned a Mand'alor though... Aloy's gaze suddenly snaps to the woman, Craning her head to the side like a curious bird. Mand'alor? This Is The Mand'alor! Whoever she was talking about, They too had staked a claim to the title. Suddenly she wasn't worried about whatever these people would do, But what Kreslin would do. Has he brought us here to kill his rival? Has he brought us here to kill our own kind...? If she were right, Than her opinion of the union was about to change real fast...

Kreslin hadn't mentioned the title when he stepped forward however, Only that he wished to speak to this "Mand'alor". Maybe there was a chance after all? But, Better safe than sorry.

<"Kryze,"> She looks over her shoulder suddenly, Speaking to River, Whom she knew as "Omar Kryze" <"Come here a second would you? If anything happens, I'd prefer we stick together.">You know what they say, Keep you friends close, And you enemies at blaster range...

 

[Sola Wessiri]

Sola raised a brow ever so slightly at Venku Bralor 's words. As far as she was aware the Mandalorians weren't hidden, but in their territory. They had no reason to hide from anyone. It was usually the other way around. People tended to hide from the Mandalorians.

As she was about to respond, Kreslin Westwind approached. Sola studied him while he spoke, glancing to the others behind him and reading their body language. There was a definite tension in the air and she needed to lift it. So she gestured to the VCG to lower their weapons. In unison they sheathed their swords.

"I am Sola Wessiri, Head Paladin here on Weik. The Mand'alor should be at their settlement of Mewspier. But I don't advise you just showing up. They don't like that. Despite you being Mandalorian, you are also outsiders." Their flying ship posed a bit of a problem as well. "I can send them a message. Then I advise that you travel on foot." That could give the right amount of time needed to not trespass unwanted. The Mandalorians were fickle about who was allowed at their settlement.

Aloy Vizsla Adenn Kyramud Darsch Vizsla River Kryze Kovhorn