Faction Reclamation War: War Within | Mandalorian Enclave

[Araia Bralor]

Location:Kestri
Tag: Gwyneira Vizsla Corbin Vasher Runi Kuryida Aloy Vizsla Vilaz Munin Romul Saxon Fenn Stag Vren Rook Rhys Swynol Koda Fett Domina Prime
Song:Till my body’s dry


She lifted the gravity hammer off her belt giving an experimental twirl. Through her helmet her eyes glare at Vilaz.

“Don’t draw steel against a Bralor unless they intend to use it.”

She let loose a snort.
“What is wrong? Vilaz are the words of your heart so weak that you cannot anything but challenge others with steel perhaps because they would otherwise crumble? Are you too afraid to do the actual work like Clan Bralor that you must whine and kill with blood lust instead of honor? Fighting a Jare’la like you wouldn’t be a real battle, it would be mercy killing of a wild animal.”

 

[Aloy Vizsla]

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ENGAGED: Romul Saxon OTHER: CLOSED

"SHUT UP AND FIGHT ALREADY!!"

Aloy bellowed as if possessed by some angered beast, throwing her hand forward to activate Plasma-caster about her gauntlet, leaving embers that burnt at Near-lightsaber temperatures that could burn any who step on them down to the bone in a near instant- to say nothing of the beam itself which could melt through anything short of pure beskar in mere seconds.

She had aimed the beam right at his face, trusting it to either blind him or melt his visor under the Extreme heat, and to cover her advance as her jetpack suddenly slide her across the ground on both knees with alarming speed as she swung right for his own knee with her Signature Hammer.

Being held in her Iron Hand, such a blow carried enough strength to shatter bones and rend flesh with unsettling ease- but with her hammer's own strength- a single blow could cave or puncture even the purist of beskar in a single swing, or knock fully grown men from one end of a room to another as if spears thrown in the arena.

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[Romul Saxon]

A L O R​

Tag: Gwyneira Vizsla | Corbin Vasher | Runi Kuryida | Aloy Vizsla | Vilaz Munin | Briika Munin | Fenn Stag | Vren Rook | Rhys Swynol | Araia Bralor | Koda Fett | Domina Prime

"SHUT UP AND FIGHT ALREADY!!"

Tantrums didn't win wars. Arms did.

Vizlsa raised her gauntlet and activated some sort of bolt-caster. Romul didn't wait to find out what exactly that technology was this time; he raised his beskad and blocked the cutting path of the beam, letting it fizzle out as it impacted harmlessly against the beskar bed. The blast blocked his vision momentarily, but not his hearing. He could hear the telltale sound of a jetpack ignition and, swiping his beskad clear of his vision was granted the image of rocket-propelled Vizsla sliding on her knees towards him.

Romul crouched low, letting her draw near him. He saw the wide swing of the hammer and moved his beskad to intercept. The blade parried in such a way unique to the design of the blade; the hammer slid up the slant of the blade, its energy not stopped but merely redirected until it was flung off by the ricasso at the hilt, outwards from Vizsla leaving Romul and his blade in the middle. At the same time, Romul intercepted the wild flying Mandalorian, grabbing at her other arm to swing her up, over, and overhead directly into the ground behind him if he was successful. By the way she was already virtually in his arms from the jetpack rush, it would be hard to miss.

"You whine like a child, and fight like a child," Romul rumbled with his beskad held aloft, pointed at the t-visor of Vizsla's helm. "Or maybe preying on the ghosts of Empires has softened your edge."

 

[Runi Kuryida]

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"The ears must listen, and the eyes observe, if there is any chance to escape division," Runi replied calmly to Vren Rook . Civil War? The Clans often did struggle against one another. The reason varied over time, but differences surfaced, lingered, and only in dire need were put aside. It was not a health pattern, merely a pattern. One that only the individual Mandalorian theirself could break.

The spiritualist among them listened and observed the goings on of the larger group. There were many impassioned words cast about. Some sought unity. Some war. Two were swept away in past events and foundations long laid, broken, and laid again. The matter had become personal to them now. The present reflected the worth of the past and not all were satisfied. Soon they faced one another in a desire for combat to settle matters. So long as they kept it a non-lethal duel, Runi was not one to complain. It was their way at times.

Slowly Runi moved forward, however, to step away from the sidelines. She began to ascend to the platform, but stopped short of where Gwyn stood as the one that assembled the gathering. That Aloy and Romul might be fighting did not preclude Runi speaking. Mandalorians prided themselves as warriors on the battlefield; surely they could listen and watch two different things at the same time. Even if they had to finish processing what they heard later it would be enough.

"We do not Crusade because we are consumed in blood-rage or out of blind ideological zealotry. We are not Sith. Nor do we lay down our arms and hope those consumed by power in the galaxy will not turn their gaze toward us. Even the Jedi and their talk of peace do not surrender their lightsabers. Every government in the galaxy seeks to strengthen its military. Empowered, their gaze soon turns to their neighbor, and an Empire is born."

Runi opened her arms out toward the masses, "Our strength comes not from unquestioning obedience, blind faith, or singularity in thought. But from each other. We offer our shoulder to those wounded on the field. We share drink before the fire for those that have fallen. We question one another, not out of hatred, but out of a desire that we remain strong. And to that each of you possesses an answer on how to grow strong."

Her palms turned upward and the Speaker panned her gaze over those in attendance. "Let me ask you that attends this gathering: to what question are you answering? Is it how Mandalorians become stronger? Is it what the Enclave will do to become stronger? What is strength to you? More weapons? Conquering more planets? Killing enemies? And who are the enemies?"

"There are many questions. Many paths we might take to answer those questions. Many choices. That is why your voices should be heard. Together we are strong in will and military prowess. So let me ask, you that seek a better tomorrow for our people, how should we use this strength, and to whose benefit? And let me affirm, what we do today should bring honor and glory to those tomorrow." Runi turned slightly to look back at Gwyn. "It is not weakness to ensure the Enclave finds more than it loses along the way. To protect our way of life is the greatest victory, no matter the enemy." Sith, Jedi, Imperial... it was good to have a whetstone to sharpen one's blade, but that's all those outsiders were -- a means to an end. Their home and each other were what truly mattered. The Manda would pity those that opposed the Enclave's quest to protect them.

:: Gwyneira Vizsla | Vren Rook | Corbin Vasher | Vilaz Munin | Aloy Vizsla | Romul Saxon | Fenn Stag | Rhys Swynol | Briika Munin | Araia Bralor | Koda Fett | Domina Prime ​

 

[Corbin Vasher]

Spoiler: EQUIPMENT

STARSHIP: Tra'tena SPEEDER: Burbr ARMOR: Burbr'Katya Mk II
WEAPONS: Ravenfire - Burbr'sacitr - Burbr'sacitayr - Nuhaatyc'bedtr - Gaan'sacitadr - Dueling Blades

"The Speaker, obviously, speaks truth," Corbin finally spoke up again. Too much had happened, and some things he simply could not ignore. There are many questions, and there are many answers. It is for each of us to find our own answers. However, there is one issue that will not be acceptable." He pointed to Vilaz Munin and Araia Bralor . "We do not treat out brethren in such a manor. This 'killing of a wild animal.' That is the path to Dar'manda. We do not spill the blood of fellow Mando'ad unless it is through a sanctioned blood duel, and only then if the issue cannot be reconciled. A standard non-lethal duel should be more than enough to vent frustrations most of the time. And it does not matter if we have differences in opinion or how we do things. As long as we all follow the Resol'nare, we are Mando'ade, and we should treat each other as such. Even if we meet on the battlefield, we should respect each other and be able to meet for drinks afterward. It is one of the many traits that sets us apart from the Galaxy. Some of us have forgotten that. But it is not too late to relearn. The Mandokarla has many Pathfinders for you to speak to, if you need it. Don't let a difference in opinion cost you your soul."

 

[Hilal Vizsla]

Current Outfit

"Chit! Chit! I'm late!"

Hilal rushed towards the meeting place, every single Mandalorian in the Galaxy were converging to discuss whether or not that they'll conduct a mass crusade against the galaxy. The young Bounty Hunter had spent most of her time trying to complete as many contracts as she could and while she gained a considerable amount of experience, it came at a cost of her personal life. Hilal was unaware that the Mandalorian Enclave were waging a crusade against the Galactic Alliance, against the Jedi. Why the frack was she not paying attention to the news?! Last time she was in Galactic Alliance space, she nearly killed the future Chancellor.

She rushed towards the arguing Mandalorians and skid to a stop. "I'M HERE!" Hilal shouted. "I'M SORRY I MISSED EVERYTHING! BUT I SAY YES WE SHOULD GO ON A GALAXY WIDE CRUSADE! IT'S TIME FOR US MANDALORIANS TO REGAIN OUR HONOR AND FIGHT THE JEDI!"

Hilal could feel her cheeks turning red as she adjusted her hat, chuckling nervously at what she just said.

 

[Rhys Swynol]

Appearance: Armoured
Tags: Gwyneira Vizsla | Vren Rook | Runi Kuryida | Corbin Vasher | Vilaz Munin | Aloy Vizsla | Romul Saxon | Fenn Stag | Briika Munin | Araia Bralor | Koda Fett | Domina Prime | Hilal Vizsla

Breathing out slowly, Rhys saw that things were escalating. While he had suggesting that they should fight out their differences and let the strongest rule, he didn't actually think that Mandalorians would start fighting right away, in the middle of all this. It seemed a bit silly on his own end, shaking his head slowly, fighting was thrilling and spontaneous fighting sounded like a lot of fun but there seemed to be others were less interested in that. There were more ranting and talking, things that Rhys really couldn't keep track of. It was entering one ear and out the other. Instead his mind hyper fixated on someone mentioning drink and felt that his own mouth was a little dry.

"Well, while you lot figure out if you wanna fight it out to the death or whatever. I'm gunna go get a drink or ten." Rhys called out, his pheromones exuding to give a friendly, party-like mindset, "anyone wanna just drink and just live their life as they want, feel free to join me." Rhys wasn't gunna stick around with all this. It was not the interesting nor thrilling understanding that he held when he agreed to join the Enclave.

Rhys waved to them all, then wandered to the nearest bar. Prepared to spend some creds on a few drinks and chill out.

 

[Darius Mereel]

Silently picking his way through the square, the Mereel scion said little, merely floating through the crowd, listening. Watching. Where his father would have flown in fury and lain about with a blade. Darius listened and considered. So it was he happened to be by Koda Fett as he made his remarks, and he nodded, bare beskar helmet dipping in respect to one of the few warriors Ijaat had spoken of with respect and wariness. Gesturing between them, he spoke to Koda briefly and aside before continuing his ambling toward Runi Kuryida and Vren Rook .

<<My father liked you quite a bit. Said you were a man with real grit. Thank you for reminding them...>>

As he stepped away and before he halted next to his adoptive "mother" and one of the few men he respected in the field, Darius would shed the dun mantle he had been wearing, tucking it under his arm to reveal the colors of the Mandalorian Protectors, olive drab and white-cheeked helmet with black and red markings,, and curling jaig eyes, his armor new but no less intricately designed and worked as anything his father had worn. Speaking to the Karjr privately, since Runi was saying her piece, the man watched the spectacle unfolding before him behind an impassive T-visor slot that had seen the galaxy burn time and again across a thousand faces.

<<Vren... Kark, what is this mess? Are we really this easy?>>