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[Vilaz Munin]

ARKANIA​

ADASCOPOLIS​

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There had been many things Vilaz wondered to himself throughout the days. What to pillage next? How long until his people would redeem themselves? How much longer could he fight? What age will he be before laying on his bed rest? Where did he came from? The latter was something that intrigued him more than questions of his future. He has little or no knowledge of his biological pedigree, leaving him with no answers of what legacy he carried from his lineage. Though throughout the years he started his own legacy, a child that followed a life of crime in the lawless plains of Concord Dawn would become a renowned warrior that was either admired or hated. He began to focus more on expanding his clan, providing for his family, and plundering worlds to live the traditions of the old Mandalorians. Little did he care about where he came from.

Until recently.

Recently he began his own research of trying to discover his bloodline, wanting to know more what mysteries his own genetic structure kept that remained untouched for many years. A problem was that he was no scientist nor where there any clansmen adept in that degree of genetics. The only advice he was given to answer these questions was to consult with an Arkanian or Kaminoan. The latter was an option that Vilaz would not consider taking as he had no desire to deal with the insufferable Confederacy nor near its territory. The former would have to do, though it wouldn't be simple as he'd liked it to be. The planet belonged to a now defunct New Republic, but just because the newly failed Republic lost authority didn't mean the planet was without a military presence. Perhaps some Republic general or admiral took advantage and made Arkania its bastion of power with their own sense of authority. Or maybe the Arkanians did so in a similar manner.

Didn't matter, all the Warlord knew was what he must do and how to properly do so. The Munin did not plan to schedule an appointment with an esteemed scientist and wait. No, he would see one in his own fashion of doing it.

And he wouldn't be alone.

"How are your bones, ni ruug'la dala," the warrior said to his beloved wife once they had left their ship, in which was cloaked to avoid being detected, and entered the harsh cold of Arkania. Of course, they wouldn't have to suffer that as their armor would warm their bodies properly. "Remember, we have to avoid being seen as much as we can. Pick our battles wisely that way we can get what we came here for quickly."

Was this course of action radical? Why, yes it was. They were Mandalorians. Everything they ever do was considered radical.

[member="Briika Munin"]​

 

[Briika Munin]

At the Munin's meeting with the Sith Emperor, Vilaz had learned his father's name was Rhen. The rest of his families background was murky at best; maybe for a reason?

The Concordian had always wondered about his parentage and who or even where he'd actually come from. His younger life on Concord Dawn had been bit rough, but in the end he had turned out okay in Briika's book. I mean, Vilaz had always treated her well and with respect, and their children did not suffer for anything... Yes, Kaiyra and Adenn were wrapped around his little finger. But the man wasn't a total push over. He expected a lot from his ade and to live up to being a true Mandalorian.

Briika had mentioned that all they needed to do was take a DNA gene test to find out their ancestry and send it in to be analyzed. But that wasn't good enough for the determined Warlord. No, he wanted to have it not just done, but done by one of the foremost scientists in the filed of genetics. That is why the Mando couple were stealthing about Adascopolis, Arkania... They were on the hunt for this said gene specialist.

[ Mine are just find, ner ruug'la jag. I'm not the one though with multiple old fractures, hmm. You might take to drinking more milk and get increased sunshine upon your body to strengthen those bones of yours. Gods know you won't stop fighting like a di'kut," Bree quipped in a jovial tone over their helmet comms despite the Mando insult. Her husband knew she was just giving him loving grief, yet it was true from a certain point of view... Hers. The one that mattered.

[ So where did your intel say we could find this scientist again? ]

[member="Vilaz Munin"]​

 

[Vilaz Munin]

He gave a short chuckle at his wife's comment after he made his. The two between threw quips and other jokes at each other which may have sounded harsh to someone else, but the couple completely understood each other. Their chemistry was well balanced, fruitful, and pleasurable after ten or so years of marriage. He was able to understand the fierce, yet gentle soul of his beloved within the early years of their time together as husband and wife. Though they still had much to learn about life and their love, they had a clear understanding of the foundation of their marriage which was only built on further by pillars. 


"But it seems the gods have favored the way I fight, cyar'ika," the Warlord said in a light tone before continuing, "but I wouldn't mind being in the sun so long as you're around."

A nice note to end on the quips with that last part to give sensual thoughts to the Tor-Munin. Blissful intimate thoughts.


"From what I know this scientist is a redeemed Arkanian that is ranked high above the staff and personnel at Adascorp which is an Arkanian company that prides themselves in bioengineering and other genetic operations. His name is Karkal Contuth. When we get nearby a terminal we can find out more on the locations he normally works at."

The two warriors continued to trek through the former snow and cold of Arkania’s capital as they almost leaving the mountains and nearing the city. They had the equipment to hide from scanners, but that wouldn’t give him too much confidence in just walking by with ease. A skilled warrior he was, but alone he couldn’t fight a great city like Adascopolis. Legends and myths were one thing, facing actual reality was another.

[member="Briika Munin"]

 

[Briika Munin]

[ I seem to recall the sun blessing us in all our glory a time or two... Oh those carefree days. Seems like it was yesterday, Vil'ika. Hard to imagine it's been slightly over a decade since we declared our love for each other on that beach. It is a memory I will never forget nor ever want to, ner cyare. ] she added as their tender banter would come to a close and the business of the day becoming their focus now.

The Munin's made a quick trek through the snow and ice to the outskirts of the capital city of Arkania. Growing up in the North Country of Mandalore, the cold environment was a welcome sight actually. Plus, their beskar'gam kept the Mandos warm and protected from the extreme elements encountered so far.

The couple stayed mostly to the shadows as the two transversed further into the city. The Warlord took point while the Baar'ur watched their six. It was their usual set up.

[ Up ahead on the right is a public terminal. ] Bree called over comlink to the Concordian. [ Give me about thirty seconds and I'm sure I can find him. ] she added with a confidence that hopefully translated through the mechanical nature of her voice.

Ever since the Red Coronation and Clan Munin's exile from Mandalorian space, Briika had been forced to extend her skill set. She was not only an excellent doctor, but had become a good pilot, and not a bad slicer.

[member="Vilaz Munin"]​

 

[Vilaz Munin]

”Neither will I, cyar’ika...though you do know how much I would’ve liked to be your first,” the Warlord replied back to his beloved. The two crossed each other’s paths at a late time, probably on Vilaz’s fault for not getting there sooner. He had known there were two other men before him that had taken Bree’s hand in marriage. It didn’t bother him in the slightest as he accepted her and her children, now his step children, when they had declared their love for each other. He liked to imagine he was a better man before the other two, but that was just a subjective opinion of his.

They soon came across a public terminal after their hike, now entering the city limits. Hopefully no one was around these parts, if not, then it would be a misfortune for those that came across the couple.

”Go ahead, Bree...I’ll take watch,” the warrior said, relying on the complex system of his helmet to scan anyone nearby their position. While he was mainly the muscle and brawn between the two, his wife picked up where he lacked in with technical skills she alone taught herself. She was a great doctor, and adept pilot and slicer...and a terrific cook. She could fight with spirit and strength as the couple had sparred with each other with most of those sessions being derailed into other events.

”Some activity going on, but I think you have enough time. Don’t risk too much on it, ner cyare.”

[member="Briika Munin"]