Private Shadows Unleashed: Mandalore

[Darth Ira]

Wearing: XOXO, Lightsaber | Location: Rekali Homestead (Abandoned/Destroyed), Mandalore |
Tag: Mia Monroe | Ordo ​

A lifetime ago, Ira was once apart of a proud Mandalorian clan, she was also a Dathomiri Witch from the Singing Mountain Clan, and a devoted Master of the Jedi Order. She came from a set of powerful and influential parents in their own right, destined with greatness just by having the surname she once had. Above all else though, she was a mother who cherished her beautiful children with all her heart and soul. However, fate had proven unkind, weaving a tapestry of misfortune that left her a fragmented echo of her former self. Twisted by the dark devotion borne from her invocation of the Goddess, she now existed as a haunting reflection of what once was. She stood amongst a once vibrant home on Mandalore, devastated by both war and time itself, she was motionless - crimson eyes staring out from beneath the hood.

With each step, the crunch of broken glass and twisted metal echoed through the desolate halls, a mournful symphony of loss and despair. Her gloved hand reached out, fingers brushing against the broken doorway, a portal to a past she never knew. As her touch lingered, a flood of memories washed over her, a torrent of emotions guided by the unseen hand of the Force. In the shifting shadows of the room, fragments of the past danced before her eyes, fleeting glimpses of moments long gone. Her daughter, Mira, stood beside a bed in the room, cradling an infant in her arms. Ira watched in silence as Mira sung softly to the child, a haunting melody escaping her lips - a song that Ira once sang to own child.

But as Ira moved closer, attempting to bridge the gap between past and present, Mira's gaze shifted, locking onto her mother with a mixture of confusion and concern. Although she knew that Mira could not see her, she could feel her - or atleast some overwhelming presence in the Force. Mira would shake her head and say "No..." And with those words, reality wavered and distorted, pulling Ira back to the present with a jolt of frustration. The echoes of the past slipped through her fingers like sand, leaving her grasping at shadows and memories. Determined to uncover the truth Ira gazed about the room, searching for clues as to what happened to her eldest child. She noticed scorch marks on a wall with a broken panel that someone had clearly tried to break into. Ira approached the control panel and observed the frayed and half-connected wiring. She attempted to fiddle with the cables, elicting a response from the door, but only partially as it had been obstructed by years of neglect. Ira growled and called upon the darkened energies of the Force, extending her will, commanding the door to yield to her dominion.

With a resounding bang, the door flew open, revealing a hidden chamber filled with relics of a life long gone. Her eyes fell upon a set of beskar armor, crafted by Mira's own hands with the assistance of a fellow Mandalorian, Ijaat Mereel . As she traced the lines of the armor, a bittersweet ache filled her heart, a faint echo of her daughter's presence lingering in the air. Her gaze would be drawn to the Buy'ce, and despite the condition of the home - the armor was relatively intact.

With a heavy sigh, Ira removed the helmet, setting it aside with reverence before delving deeper into the hidden recesses of the chamber. It wasn't long before she unearthed a holodisc and a reader, untouched by the passage of time. With trembling hands, she powered up the device, inserting the holodisc with a sense of trepidation. And there, in the flickering light of the holographic display, Ira learned of the cruel fate that had befallen her eldest child. The disc revealed the tragic events that had transpired in her absence - Mira's ill-fated love affair, her involvement in a doomed civil war, and the torture she endured at the hands of her captors. Anger burned within Ira as she bore witness to the horrors her daughter had endured, a mother's fury ignited by the injustices inflicted upon her child.

Someone would answer to her.

And as if the Force had spoken, she felt a presence approach, followed by a 2nd - and both held an time-worn feel about them.

She would have her answer soon enough.

 

[Ordo]

Ordo walked calmly behind Mia like a shadow towed behind her by threads of fate. A cold fog came and went around his feet as he went. His heavy beskar boots left prints in the dust but no sound escaped.

He had very little memory of this place. He had likely been in another theater when whatever happened to this place was taking place. He carefully scanned the corners and crossings, alcoves and dark spaces for anything that might lay in waiting. He took a breath, the armor plates expanded and retracted without a sound. He could vaguely feel a resonance here. Emotions and feelings lingered here. Vestiges of the people that once gave life to this tomb.

His fragstorm was slung over his shoulder. He wouldn't likely need it here. Not for this. His other weapons were barely more useful against living things. And he didn't fear any living thinngs, not for himself anyway. He was here to observe and protect his sister, for now. With that in mind he let the force move unimpeded here. It would give its game away soon enough.


Darth Ira Mia Monroe

 

[Mia Monroe]

Mia had followed her feelings. the ones that crept up her spine and warned her of something unwelcome. Something that needed to be handled but quietly. There had been no words exchanged between the siblings, they didn't need words, a look was all it had taken to get him to follow her. This was the Rekali's home on Mandalore, the damage done here was before Carnifex had taken the planet, the damage here was a result of her failure to kill his puppet Ra.

That thought rose anger in her. It pulsed out in the force, her eyes shifted from blue to amber and she stopped where she was sensing the presence within. Dark, twisted but familiar, like a distant cousin who's name you couldn't quite place.

"I'd say you're trespassing, but I get the sense that maybe you have more right to be here than we do. Show yourself."

Darth Ira Ordo

 

[Darth Ira]

Wearing: Outfit, Lightsaber | Location: Rekali Homestead, Mandalore | Tag: Mia Monroe | Ordo ​

As Ira traversed the dimly lit halls of the Rekali estate, her presence radiated a palpable aura of dark determination. The sound of her boots echoed off the walls, the only noise in the desolate and broken home. Her crimson eyes blazed with an intense fire, reflecting the fierce determination that burned within her. As she approached the duo, she refused to turn and face them, instead gazing at the walls covered in shattered stills and flickering holo pictures. Mia's words hung in the air like a delicate web, but they were no match for Ira's silent acknowledgement of the unspoken truth between them. A faint smirk tugged at the corners of her lips, revealing a hint of amusement and scorn.

"Trespassing implies ownership," Ira retorted, her voice low and brimming with disdain and humor. "And as far as I'm concerned, this place belongs to no one." With each step she took, her cloak billowed behind her like tattered remnants of a forgotten legacy, leaving an ominous trail in her wake. The weight of her purpose bore down upon her with every measured stride, driving her relentlessly towards her goals.

"I seek answers," she continued, her gaze piercing through the darkness like a sharp blade honed to perfection. "Answers that lie buried within these walls." There was a certainty in her words, a conviction born from a lifetime spent navigating the treacherous currents of power and ambition. For Ira, there was no room for doubt or hesitation, only the relentless pursuit of her goals at any cost. And at the heart of it all was the search for her lost child.

"I trusted you, so long ago." She spoke softly, eyes flashing amethyst as the fragments of her soul fought against the onslaught of darkness that consumed her. She turned to gaze at Mia briefly, and then at Ordo before settling back on Mia. "A child who has long since grown was entrusted to the Mandalorian clans, whispers through the Force tell a tale of a war between Mandalorian Clans." Her voice faltered for a moment as she recalled memories long buried. "This war was costly for one side…" She continued, trailing off. "The leader of the rebellion, was killed, dragged in chains through the sky by a victorious puppet in a dark game…" She gently lifted a shimmering holo of Mira in her Beskar'gam off the wall, holding it tightly in her hands. "And her followers were punished into submission - some killed, and some tortured in ways that would make your Resol'nare fume…" She held up a finger, her eyes flashing with anger. "But one seems to be unaccounted for…"

Her gaze bore into Mia's soul like a piercing beam of light. "Mira Rekali…" She murmured, her voice tinged with sadness and rage. "Where is my ill-fated child, Ms. Monroe…?" The air around them grew heavy with tension as Ira awaited an answer, knowing that whatever it may be, it would not bring back what was lost.

 

[Ordo]

"Mira Rekali…" She murmured, her voice tinged with sadness and rage. "Where is my ill-fated child, Ms. Monroe…?"

He watched the woman as she revealed herself and spoke. His eyes scanned what He could make out of her features from behind the black T of his visor. He couldn't place the woman. But he knew Mira. She had been Ember's kin and that made her close family in his opinion.

"She was still alive and fighting when I fell to the little wolf." He said calmly, "And she hasn't passed through to the Manda. I know all of those that return."

He stepped forward slightly, at an angle He stood a hands breadth closer and between the woman and His sister.

"She's my people though," He continued, "We can find her."

Mia Monroe Darth Ira

 

[Mia Monroe]

Mia felt like she was being punched with every word, realisation dawning on who the woman was. "Aaralyn..." she breathed, stepping back as she recalled with cold precision how Mia had died, the suffering her death caused her people. All of it came flooding back like a punch to her chest. she dropped to a knee beneath the weight of it as her brother stepped forward placing himself between them.

She was standing over Ra, both broken from the fight, she could have dealt the killing blow....

Katlayadyr...​

No.

She had banished that ghost, driven him far from her mind, pushed him back to the manda where he belonged. she stayed where she was pulling away from the memories, from the pain of her failure.

"Ra built concentration camps, he hauled those gifted with the ability to touch the force into them...removed it from them..." If they would find any trace of Mira, it would be there. "If she's not... then you might find a trail there."

Darth Ira Ordo