Righteous In Wrath | Mandalorian Clans Dominion Of Ithor/Vanquo

[Vilaz Munin]

Location: Mines
Allies: [member="Ra Vizsla"], [member="Bloodshot"], [member="Kima Betna"], [member="Mirishko Betna"], [member="Malcolm Dusque"], [member="Dariak Talesa"], [member="Elpsis Elaris"]
Enemies: Pirates
Objective: Claim mines
Post count: 6/25

His men were ready as the time for the second wave had come. Following the orders of Ra, they would resort to melee weapons and using hand-to-hand combat against their weak enemy due to their reconnaissance telling them that there were explosives within the contents of the mines. No doubt would the pirates would use that for their advantage against the forces of the Mandalorians, but that wouldn't stop their advance to claim these mines for Mandalore and eradicate the remaining the pirates within these mines.

Vilaz and his clansmen were at the entrance of that would lead them to the main caverns and once the order was given to advance, they ran and sprinted into the tunnels of the mines. Seconds after they entered the chambers the defenders of the mines met them. War yells and screams would echo throughout the tunnels of the mine as the two groups clashed their swords. The walls and the rock of the tunnels that surrounded them were painted by the blood of the enemy since their lack of armor would have little defense against the sharp edges of their beskads.

The advance technology and armor of Vilaz and his men reduced the damage they were taking from the laughable pirates and significantly reduced the casualties to a low number. There were probably no dead Warriors, but that couldn't be said for having no wounded. "Keep it going, fellas," the Alor said in a yell to his soldiers as they were pushing deeper and deeper into the mines that would soon be claimed by him and his brethren.

 

[Brent Warnel]

[member="Varien Moxla"] [member="Davon Karr"] [member="Mia Monroe"] [member="Kade Kelborn"]

Brent heard the shoulder pop through the other man's armored body and saw Kade stiffen in response, but the other made no other signs that he was in pain.

"I don't think that's what they call a scratch, but I'm no doctor my friend, let's get to that herdship and see what we can do," Brent told Kade as he moved forward from their position and saw Varien rising from the ground.

Brent gave him a thumbs up enthusiastically and shook his fist a few times with a smile under his armored helmet. The other man looked shaken as he got up from the ground where that huge beast lay dead next to him, and Brent barely heard the mans thanks. Whether it was directed at him or not he yelled back, "As I was telling my friend here, the point in fighting is to avoid injury!"

Brent glanced back at Kade, "You and that guy have a lot in common Kade, I feel left out."

Brent chuckled to himself as he glanced around and saw the other Mandos moving towards the downed herdship. He covered the other two men as they situated themselves and waited for them to start towards the herdship. It was time to get to the objective of this mission, but if the Vong kept coming that was going to be hard.

 

[Ria Misrani]

Location: Vanquo | In the Sky, Somewhere
Vod: [member="Alec Rekali"] | [member="Hark Vizsla"] | [member="Basaba Willamina"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Kima Betna"] | [member="Malcolm Dusque"] | [member="Kima Betna"] | [member="Ronan Vizsla"] | [member="Ra Vizsla"]
Enemies: Pirates | Fething Ant Ships
Objective: Eliminate All Hostiles
Post: 3 / ??

VANQUO​

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[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n-Dh3ftkRAs[/media]​

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While Lorsima's vod pummeled and punished the pirate scum beneath the dirt of this planet. She and her sister were high above them. Their small Mantis-class patrol craft was in the middle of a grueling dogfight between the two. Having gotten herself trapped with one fire ant behind her and the other in front she was going to have to find a way to get out of this. "Vod! You're the pilot how do we get out of this?"

"You gotta get creative up there!" Sabetha shouted.

She worked the controls, pushing the Mantis into a near straight dive. Alarms were screaming and going off, telling her to pull-up, taking a glance out the viewport and on her radar she could see that now they were both behind her. Looking up she could see a mountain of sorts licking her lips she waited one more second and then jerked the control up. The Mantis screeched upward toward the sky and one of the fire ants didn't have enough time to pull up and slammed right into the mountain. The other vessel was trying to gain on the Mantis, firing shots as much as they could.

Sabetha fired back but due to the irratic movements her shots were being jerked around. "Keep it still will ya? I'm not exactly the gunner on this blasted rig!"

"Yeah well you should've been awake!" She shouted down to her sister and pulled the Mantis into a bank roll to the right. Once more she had to use the mountain, not knowing that this was the same mountain her vod were in. She swung around it only to see two more fire ants, "fething kidding me?!"

"Kark'em!" Sabetha shouted up.

Lorsima shouted down, "you kark'em! Learn to shoot straight!"

"Hey you should kn-" Her sister went quiet, "hang on I think I got one, just keep it steady."

No promises, the woman thought to herself she still had one fire ant hot on her tail, with three more in pursuit. She kept her controls to bank right, until she could find an opening to swing back into the forest. She saw the three fire ants hadn't changed their course. She swung around the mountain again tightening the turn and the fire ant behind her did the same. Jerking the controls left she headed straight for the three other fire ants diving hard into the canopies the tree tops scraped and cracked beneath the Mantis' shell.

Two fire ants collided behind her while the other two spun around, jerking the ship back up she headed for the clouds to go up and over back toward the mountain. Her sister was able to shoot one down on the way up, leaving one more on her tail and she pushed on the throttle. "Whoa, whoa, whoa! Are you crazy?!"

"I'm not crazy, they are, they're the ones still following me, aren't they?" Lorsima questioned, and Sabetha had to give it to her sister, the pirates on their tail were crazier than she was. The usually docile employee of the Mandalorian owned and operated Mando Burger shifted the Mantis to left just ever so slightly and then pulled up. This fire ant wasn't following for it and kept on her tail. She flipped the ship over holding it into a tight arc coming down behind the fire ant, Sabetha got a read on it and tagged it in the back and the fire ant had no other choice but to slam into the mountain.

Sabetha cheered, "think that's the last of'em, you alright up there?"

"No." Lorsima was a nervous wreck, "let's switch seats while we're good let me get us up to cruising."

Once above the clouds, Lorsima and Sabetha switched seats, "heh, maybe all those piloting lessons are finally starting to sink in!"

Lorsima groaned and climbed down into the gunners nest, adjusting her seat and reloading the gun, she shouted up. "Alright let's go find us some more pirates."

"I heard that, heading on a sweep," Sabetha replied.

 

[Darth Banshee]

Post: 14/25
Location: Er'Kt
Allies: [member="Cathul Thuku"]
Objective: Locate and destroy Pirate/slaver base
Gear: Lightsaber staff, Light Phrik Weave and sith healing amulet

She smiled at the apprentice, and then said This task of clearing it out, is yours and yours alone. You may ask why, but answer is simple, I do not train the weak, and sometimes you must prove you ready to move strong. This is a test, do well and I will test you even harder next time. Now let the code guide you, and your actions. She turned and left her apprentice to get on with it, she was going to deal with refortification of the town, to stop any counter attack.

As she left her apprentice get on with it, she summoned all leaders of this scum together. She was going make them offer, live and work for mandalore, or death. Her remaining scout troops, where now spreading out to ambush positions, and her droids where taking front line positions. She was not going to be taking a risk with the town, as she won it fair and square. So as she prepared to meet the local leaders, she sent message to [member="Ra Vizsla"] What terms should I offer the pirates the slavers and mercenaries of this world? His word was final, and it was no point making something up he decide to remove later, as it make her look weak.

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Post: 10/25
Location: Er'Kt
Objective: Locate and destroy Pirate/slaver base
Allies: [member="Sabine Kurtass"] [member="Rhodessa"]
Enemies: Pirates, slavers
Gear: Lightsaber, Dathomiri witch robe

If the task of fell on her and her alone, was Cathul to become the witch equivalent of a Sith Warrior/Juggernaut or a Jedi Brute? She grew dissatisfied with that master of hers, which truly was a queen among space witches. She wouldn't have to worry about the slavers using the underground facility again, if she didn't take prisoners, and just had what she termed "offensive units" destroyed. That is, the custodians of the slaves as well as the pirates. That way the remaining slaves won't hate her or the scouts and they can be freed and returned to their families, if still extant. But, for Cathul, that meant mostly dishing out Force-alcohol spells from behind cover, whatever is available. They already got their share of non-slave prisoners, with Jabiim and Kadavo being targets for future operations, so she could afford to kill pirates and slave custodians. Her role amounted to Force sniping, with scouts and herself hitting pirates from behind cover almost every single time. But the remaining pirates and slavers, drunk and seeing their own killed by a space witch and her crew...

"We surrender, space witch!"

"Be lucky that I am an apprentice! You probably heard reports from your vods that there were space witches roaming in the area!"

"Chief, did these reports mention a Twi'lek space witch?"

"Surrender or I'll cast a spell on each of you!"

"And what will your magic do?"

"It will get you an alcohol overdose!"

Not entirely accurate, since Force-alcohol depended on the target's sugar reserves to work. It was true that a target would die of alcohol overdose only if the target had sufficient glycogen reserves, assuming the target was human or a Near-Human that didn't have an increased resistance to alcohol. But she then had the scoutes round up as many prisoners as she could get, and then she would free the prisoners from their cages. Since the pirates didn't think they would fall on space witches, they didn't think about getting their cages made of phrik, beskar or cortosis.

 

[Ryan]

Location: Mines
Allies: Ra Vizslahttp://starwarsrp.net/user/12102-ra-vizsla/http://starwarsrp.net/user/12102-ra-vizsla/, Bloodshot, Kima Betna, Mirishko Betna, Malcolm Dusque, Dariak Talesa, Elpsis Elaris
Enemies: Pirates
Objective: Claim mines
Post count: 1/25

Rato was not one for enclosed spaces. Spending fourteen years of his life in prison has had given him a new appreciation for the open spaces in life. He could hear the top dogs barking their orders, their verbal whips lashing out to push harder against the pirates that were determine to hold their claim. Rato itched to grip for his blasters as a lightly clad rodian squared off with him. The reptilian like humanoid was lightly armored and gripped a vicious looking vibro axe. The temptation to draw upon this pirate grew stronger as the Rodian moved forward, yapping some insults in his native tongue. A quick draw and bolt through the head would of solved this lickity split. But, orders were orders and no energy weapons were to be used.... for safety reasons of course. Which meant the rodian pirate was playing by the same rules, the usual hum of a vibro could not be heard so they must of been under strict orders to do the same and not risk the mines to a explosive catastrophe.

That brought some peace of mind as the distance was closing in, melee engagements were being played out all around them as if this was some ancient field of battle. Rato bladed himself towards the challenging Rodian Pirate, accepting his challenge. Everyone needed a dancing partner, just so happens that Rato's was a ugly green frog with an axe. He didn't kid himself, Rodians by nature were violent and brutal. Natural hunters and were well renown for being great warriors. He took the enemy serious, and even if the axe itself did not pierce through his basic durasteel armor, the blunt force alone could mess his day up.

The Rodian charged, both hands gripping the axe high and hell bent in cleaving the mandalorian in two. The pirate was fast and strong enough to do it, just Rato had more luck on his side. He stepped into the charge with panther like reflexes and gripped the bottom hand of the Rodian, stopping the attack in its track as the shaft bounced off his shoulder plate. At the same time Rato mercilessly punched at the rodian's exposed armpit, ribs and kidney with wrist blade extended. The mandalorian had ended the creature's life in what seemed a blink of an eye, watching him drop and convulse. Rato was proficient at killing, he like the rest of the mandalorians were battleborn. But taking a life still didn't get any easier, some warriors found mechanisms to numb it out under false bravado. Some drank or did drugs. Rato was guilty of all the above and the years of war had tortured his soul and mind. The monster he had become, the demon he was in his addiction had murdered his family in a fell swoop. A bad choice, that Rato paid the price for dearly.

So for the quick seconds he watched the rodian twist his last thralls of life and go limp, an images he new he was never going to forget. Feelings he knew he was going to have to feel for he was never going to give into the spirits that had ensnared him long ago and took everything from him. "Just breath!'" He whispered to himself before pushing on.

 

[Briika Munin]

Bacta Talks
Mother Jungle, Ithor
[member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Faith Organa"] [member="Quintus Mereel"]
(7)
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Briika nodded when the Princess reiterated what the Mando delegation had just discussed in the hallway before returning inside to the talks. If only the Ithorians would agree… The Clans so desperately needed the bacta or something equvilant now that they were making plans to crusade into the Core.

Draco's presentation also hopefully would help their hosts to see the Mandalorians' offer was sound and just. One could only hope at this point.

Again the golden blonde's azure eyes wandered curiously over to the man dressed all in white. He had kept quiet since the initial round of greetings. She wondered what his thoughts were on the matter overall. Which way would he tilt things?

 

[Davon Karr]

[member="Mia Monroe"] [member="Ava Lok"] [member="Brent Warnel"] [member="Kade Kelborn"] [member="Varien Moxla"]

OOC / keeping us moving

The Herdship was not a structure meant to survive a crash landing. The bowl-shaped structure was tilted towards them, affording a view of the habitat on its surface. The dome had shattered and half the forests had been laid low by the landing.

He could see the Yuuzhan Vong ships. They were like leaches across it. Davon saw one take off, likely full of biomatter and prisoners.

"There!" Davon called, spotting a tear in the hull they could enter. "We work up to the top level and drive off the remaining ships."

His order was punctuated by a low groan of tortured metal. Was it even going to survive their entrance or squash them flat? There was no way around a problem like this. When you went over the trenches some would die, not through any action on their part but pure coincidence. Accepting your fate was not always in you hands was a tricky pill to swallow.

 

[Lina Ovmar]

The charred remains of the Vagh Rodiek toppled over, throwing Mia several feet. She lay there, feeling exhaustion creeping into her bones. Too much too soon. A chazrach wandered her way and she tugged a bolter free of her hip lazily, shooting with half arsed aim. Only When Davon's voice rattled through her comms did she groan and force herself to her feet. Running back to the felled beast she seized the charred hilt of her beskad, placed a boot against its back and yanked it free.

Wiping the gore from it she sheathed it and jogged to join Davon and the rest, bending to rest her hands on her knees for a moment. "Kark me," she muttered shaking her head. "Alright," she straightened up, took a deep breath and drew on the force to sustain her. Eyeing the ship as it groaned, she looked at Davon, catching the sire of fire closing in on them. She'd take the risk of being squashed by a ship than fighting a losing battle any day.

"Ib'tuur jatne tuur ash'ad kyr'amur." she reminded them, before pushing forward, into the hership.

[member="Davon Karr"] [member="Kade Kelborn"] [member="Brent Warnel"] [member="Varien Moxla"]

 

[Malcolm Dusque]

Location: Vanquo
Allies: Vod, [member="Ronan Vizsla"], [member="Vilaz Munin"], [member="Bloodshot"], [member="Ra Vizsla"], [member="Mirshko Betna"], [member="Kima Betna"], [member="Dariak Talesa"]
Enemies: Pirates
Objective: Piradication
Post: 5

Malcolm followed [member="bloodshot"] as closely as he could, but the other Mandalorian was both a faster fighter in a melee and faster afoot than Malcolm.

Once they gained the lower entrance, Malcolm had an easier time. He used his staves to keep pirates off of his leader's sides, while the more experienced warrior dealt with the main push. Within the confines of the mine, Malcolm felt a bit more at home. This felt closer to the ship he'd grown up on. The ground and walls were rough stone, and the whole thing canted down more the further they went in, but there was a distinct sense of peace in knowing that the walls were close and that a ceiling covered you close enough to keep any airborne attackers away.

Malcolm was unsure where the other who was assigned to Bloodshot had gone. He had heard the man say something, but then Bloodshot was off to their assignment, and Malcolm had stopped listening. During their infiltration of the mine, Malcolm hadn't spoken, not wanting to interrupt the more experienced warrior in the midst of battle, but now they had a bit of a lull.

"How far dug in do you think they are?" Malcolm asked over helmet comms, not wanting to make to much noise as external comms would have done

 

[Sal Katarn]

Kade grunted. True, yonder man fought like one of the vod, but did not wear the armor, nor seem to be a part of the clans. Kelborn rose to feet, teeth gritted 'gainst pain of shoulder, and made way toward man, while also keeping eye out for further threat.

Drawing closer, Kade noted tattoos on body that marked man as Kiffar. Kade smiled.

[Greetings, brother. Gratitude for your aid. You are not of the Mando'ade?] He said in Kiffu.

[member="Varien Moxla"]

 

[Davon Karr]

[member="Mia Monroe"] [member="Ava Lok"] [member="Brent Warnel"] [member="Kade Kelborn"] [member="Varien Moxla"]

As he stepped inside the Herdship it groaned again. Davon unclipped his 73B concussion rifle from his back and brought it up to his shoulder. His suit was still in covert mode so a short range wireless connection was made between the rifle and his suit as it was pressed in. In ensured he could link the range finder on his suit to program the smart grenades in the rifle.

"Need to ease off the pies old man," Chad whispered. "Might tip the whole thing over."

Davon held up a hand for silence. Even over the comms and with sealed suits a whisper could travel. Though in truth their footfalls were far louder, but it shut the lad up.

He carried on into the darkness. They were in the maintenance shafts below the biodome of the Herdship. Water pipes ran overhead, where millions of gallons had recently been piped to keep the jungles growing.

His torch found a small circular opening in a duracrete wall. Davon investigated it briefly. An odd nest of blankets inside, but nothing alive. A curiosity, nothing more. They found a ladder up one deck and then the noise started. Odd chittering, groaning and clacking.

"Thralls," Chad said. "Slaves of races they've taken infected with coral. They took tens of thousands from the Republic at Denon. They were too weak to look after their own. They're trying to slow us down."

Davon slowed his pace, kept his rifle up. "Got any more fire?" he asked Mia hopefully.

 

[Varien Moxla]

[member="Kade Kelborn"]

His black tattoos snaked around the left side of his face.

He was young, but quite clearly Kiffar. Born and raised.

When he heard the Mandalorian Warrior speaking in his native language, he responded in kind.

[No. I heard there was trouble.] he explained as he looked about the strangely cleared area. The Mandalorians friends had headed into the Ithorian Herdship, but without a link to their own comm channel, he didn't know why they all left, but in the pit of his stomach he had a foreboding feeling.

[Where did everyone go?] He questioned suddenly.

 

[Funky Balor]

Null​

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Post the Sixth​

Funky smirked, looking at the large cellar. It had taken hours to clear it out, but had obviously been for storing wine and aging food. A heavy kitchen crew, and a running "river" in a through of sealed, well-hewn stone. A stream from the outside river, running along the basement in the stone trough. It was a nice touch. He directed the other clansmen, kinsmen of Balor carefully. "Place the smelters on the far right. Hammer works on the far left. That series of shelves where the cutlery used to hang is where tools will be kept."



"Kilns and power-hammers on the right. Clamps and saw horses near the middle. Hmm, let's put the press rollers by the entrance. Grinding wheels adjacent to the stream., and the water vats. Oil vats, on the other side of the grinding wheels," he said firmly as he helped, moving a rather heavy wheel into position, as well as a few other belted sanders. Despite his small frame, the Goran had earned his strength through swinging hammers and building homes. Now, he would build his own ironworks, here. "Put the pouring tools with the other vessels. And put some sandbags around those smelters, we'll need the iron sand for our next big comission, vod!"


He nodded and continued moving and adjust the equipment, making it his optimum. The cellar would be his ideal smithy, his forge, his place to build and teach others to do the same. "Don't hesitate, Vod! This is our clan's place! Be proud of where you put it!" The men laughed and agreed heartily. "Besides, if my ori'vod and the other upstairs are working as hard as we are, there'll be some Gal in our guts and songs in our hearts by the end of the night."

Meanwhile, upstairs​

Taira laughed. The A'lor of A'liit Balor, the great singer, smiled as he help push barrels into place. Large, heavy barrels, full of black mead and wild summer wines, including a rather odd vintage of barley and rice-based ale from Concord Dawn--expensive, but worth it. She smirked. "Boilers near the door facing the river. Ropes and buckets for welling it out. Caramir, get those pulleys in place. Rogga, start linking those data terminals to our own systems and uploading the clan files. Shin-yi Balor, how's that stew coming along?"


The thin mando'ade smiled. "It's cooking, A'lor! The peppers are searing into this big cut of meat easy enough. It'll really clean your teeth, Alor!" he said with a laugh, pouring a touch of wine into the large pot of bubbling stew. Some of the large spider's meat. Some of the native birds, a few wild lizards, and one boar hacked up into pieces the size of a man's fist, and set to boil in a large cooking pot he had found in the basement kitchen. Remodeling this floor into the new kitchen was better. More open air, a large fireplace, and frankly, the oven down there was too small for a whole clan, even a minor one. This little fortress would be the Kranak (a fort surrounded by water) that the clan would happily call home.


Taira yelled down, her booming voice carrying down the stairs. "Funky! Vod! Enough brew for half a month. Stew enough for two days! We'll need to hunt some local deer after that, unless we want to stick to home-made rations all month."


Funky laughed yelled back up the stairs, his bellowing matching hers. "Invite the clans of Ordo and Betna in a week. Tell them we wish to share tales of conquest, and dedicate the mead-hall to our allies! I'll wager they'll bring some refreshments. Oh, invite [member="Draco Vereen"] as well, Ori'vod! I owe that fool a drink, as he made the spear that won us this house!" He laughed more than he ought to. "Now, let me finish down here! I've got make enough chisels to get that vault open safely later!"

 

[Lina Ovmar]

Mia's lips thinned beneath her helmet at his request. The answer was yes, but it was at risk of draining the last of her energy. She cast her eyes up the ladder blowing a sigh out her nose. If she didn't they risked losing more civilians, if she did not only did she risk herself, but also the integrity of the ship.

"Yes." She finally answered. "But you're carrying me home."

Taking a deep breath she extended her hand upwards and closed her eyes. Fire erupted in front her hand hand, extending in a swirling column up the ladder. It spread across the corridor above, screams of pain erupted from the thralls above as the fire consumed them. Mia's nose began to bleed and her vision blurred, she held on, held on to the heat waiting for the last scream to die down.

She dropped her hand, swaying dangerously for a minute before she tipped backwards, darkness engulfing her.

[member="Davon Karr"] [member="Kade Kelborn"] [member="Brent Warnel"] [member="Varien Moxla"]

 

[Faith Organa]

Objective 3
[member="Draco Vereen"] | [member="Briika Tor"] | [member="Quintus Mereel"]
Post 8

The words hung out there Is this deal good for the Ithorian Council?

Faith looked at their faces trying to decipher their thoughts from how they held their eyes, the shift of their bodies. Long ago she had tried to learn this art of reading body language, and at times she could still recall things, but what she had learned was that her own gut instinct about what she saw, coupled with her experience often gave her the best answers.

She had been wrong at times, but with as many times as she sat in the Senate, and at home in the Council Chambers she had learned a few things.

The man in white, the council members turned to talk with one another, whispers that she couldn't understand. Whispers that she honest hoped were to their liking.

She wanted to say something more, but to say more might sink the deal. She had to be patient, she had to wait.

 

[Davon Karr]

[member="Mia Monroe"] [member="Ava Lok"] [member="Brent Warnel"] [member="Kade Kelborn"] [member="Varien Moxla"]

"Chad!" Davon called, keeping his rifle trained on the ladder. His grandson, typically yellow armour now a mottled black and grey, caught Mia under the arms and and laid her back gently.

The rush of heat suggested the fire breathers were still outside the Herdship burning the forests. Without taking his eyes from the opening of that ladder Davon added: "Can't go back with her, carry her down a couple of levels. Should be safe."

His grandson wouldn't want to be away from the fight, but orders were orders. He flicked a few buttons on his wrist, activating the medevac beacon. No need to relay orders when the suit could generate the report on its own. Clad in beskar a mandalorian was as much a weapons platform as soldier, with constant status reporting moving between all levels of command.

Davon covered the first up, then followed himself as Mia was carried deeper into the ship. Blaster fire echoed down the halls as they finished off whatever was left of the thralls and made for the biodome.

 

[Sal Katarn]

[member="Varien Moxla"]

[Into the herdship] Kade pointed toward the behemoth vessel with the tip of his beskad. [Come, we will follow.]

The expressionless helmet of red and black turned to look at the Kiffar as they walked. Markings of sable crawled up from beneath man's shirt and on the side of face. The markings of a Kiffex clan, though of which Kade did not know.

While Kade spoke the tongue, he did not bear the qukuuf. The practice had ended among his family when his grandmother died, and grandfather soon after. Kade's father did not wear the tatoos either, though all spoke Kiffar.

[You fight well,] he remarked just before they stalked inside the herdship. Darkness enveloped them. Kade switched briefly to the squad comms and listened long enough to ascertain situation. The remnants of the Vong were being pushed back. Soon they would be no more. [I am Kade of Clan Kelborn.]

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Mother Ithor
[member="Faith Organa"] [member="Briika Tor"] [member="Quintus Mereel"]
[Post 9]

The Ithorians seemed to discuss it quietly among themselves, patiently the Mandalorians and Faith waited for their retort. Draco preferred to leave everything to the Ithorian Elders. They didn't care for money or riches, but they were intelligent enough to know how the economy worked. They would figure something out that they benefited from the selling of Bacta without gouging people like the Vratix would if it were solely up to them. That was the key benefit to the Mandalorians. Not only would they not get gouged, they would get a discount and a steady supply they had a decent measure of control over.

The Prophet spoke up from his chair, "The Ithorian council understands the Mandalorians are on the warpath, and that this course of action will displace many, many innocents, regardless of your intentions. We would like to ensure they are properly taken care of and properly treated before agreeing to making any deals."

Draco had already planned for something like that. "Indeed our people are, and our intentions just, but you are correct. Just as with the liberation of Coruscant, there will be civilians that suffer hardships because of this. It was my intention to request that the Silver Sanctum assist in relocating, housing, and feeding those displaced. They are next on my list to visit actually. If you would like, the Mandalorians can purchase an additional percentage dedicated to supplying refugees."

The prophet nodded and turned back to his fellow elders to discuss more. "Determining prices will take time, and the assistance of our colleague," the prophet motioned to the man in white, "to determine our costs of production before any concrete price can be determined. We agree to the implementations on artificial domes and herdships alongside the Vratix and to sharing profits with them. All selling and discounts will have to wait until something is known. But, we do not see anything wrong with the proposal. Return to us with the word of the Silver Sanctum they will assist you in taking proper care of the innocent, and we will ensure they are supplied with medicine."

"Thank you, Elder." Draco said with a respectful nod of his head to the council. Now all they had to do was get the scientists all in the same room to figure out the mumbo-jumbo of it all.

 

[Varien Moxla]

[member="Kade Kelborn"]

There was a gesture in the direction and to the structure that the other Mandalorians had gone to.

His response was a nod as he followed.

His head had been knocked around a bit in the fighting. Chances were he didn't recognize the markings that he could spot on the other Kiffar, especially without the qukuuf, but he had the feeling that he was indeed a Kiffar. Just... Hadn't stayed on their homeworlds long enough to receive the actual tattoos.

[I'd like to think so,] he said after the appraisal of his skills. [Varien of Clan Moxla of Kiffu,] he explained. The last part was clarification for which of the two planets that he originated from.

He followed into the darkness without hesitation.

[You were always a Mandalorian?]