Sky People Have Come (Witches/Mandalorians)

[Lina Ovmar]

Hard work and determination to bury whatever madness lurked inside her beneath the surface seemed to have paid off. She had learnt to keep her thoughts to herself, to stop herself from whispering responses to the small voice in her mind and as such it was quietening, though it was not completely silent. She had constructed new armour and had clearly proven herself to be somewhat capable of holding her own since her return.

As such she found herself on the dropship with her comrades on the surface to Dathomir. She stayed silent watching the way they all treated the Mandalore, grateful for the helmet that concealed her smile. Embreli did not like it, she could tell. He was a general, not a king these people seemed to have forgotten that.

She took her place in the perimeter once they had landed, unable to stop the laugh at the boys reactions. "Mir'osik." she told them lowering her weapon and shaking her head. "Ashara, maybe we should stay here they seem to have the right idea about things."

you would like that wouldn't you, dominance over them...

She stamped the voice out quickly, her laughter ending abruptly. She shivered ushering a silent curse at herself. Before scanning the forest around with her HUD finding the targets Verz was talking about. "They'll come say hello when they're ready."

 

[Bronwyn Tyr]

The iron men seemed friendly enough, but she still remained hidden behind her tree. She noticed someone riding a rancor out into the open ... it was Elayne !! She was much braver than the last time they'd met. It was warming to say the least thinking that she had something to do with the girl coming out of her shell. Only then she realized she may be too daring. They didn't know who these people were or what they were here for. Ugh ... now she felt responsible ... that was until she noticed others coming from Elayne's direction. Bronwyn, not being of the Singing Mountain clan or any clan now for that matter, was on the opposite side of the clearing.

Sure, she had made friends with Elayne, but that didn't mean the others would be so willing to accept an outsider. No, for now, she'd keep her distance and her self hidden until the time was right.

 

[Genet'orar Detta]

The ride over was uneventful. People prattling on to the Mandalore. He, himself, was focused on where they were. He hadn't much experience with the planet they were going to. Then again, what was there left to really experience after the Sith? Weren't they the evil of the galaxy and all that fun stuff? This should be relaxing in comparison. As he hopped off the transport, he found himself looking around the forest, shrugging. No cities, no war machines, not much in the way of civilization.

Then again, maybe they were scouting for civilization? That was what this was, scouting, right? It's why the extent of his weapons consisted of the missile launcher/flamethrower assemblies on his wrists and the cross-holstered blaster pistols slung in front of his kama on his hips. It was like being naked without his rifle and explosives and such, but he'd make due. Especially if the worst they had to deal with was trees.

...And then one had a rancor. Of course, they seemed friendly enough now. Then again, it could be a trap? Still, he kept silent at the moment, if uneasy about having rancor about...

 

[Elayne Hawk]

"How can you lead them... Your a man..." She said looking at them all... she needed her mother.. but she wasn't here, so what should she do. She looked about.. and thought about it. she wasn't to far from home so she reached out in the force for @[member="Satara Hawk"] Hoping she would come. " I have signaled our Clan Mother, but you should know, being unclaimed, you are in danger from those that might claim you, " She thought it was funny, the thought of a man telling women what to do... She was certain that for some reason or another the women let this be so but she wasn't sure why. " Many prey upon traveler's such as your self. " Granted, these men seemed rather well armed so she didn't think they would be in any serious trouble.

 

[Carbon]

Emberli's head tracked one way, then the other, looking at the assembled squad he'd brought with him - and their dropship. "Never poke the docile bear, Witch.", he chides amusedly. No reason to waste his time explaining Mandalorian culture to the Witches just yet; he'd only wind up explaining it again when the Clan Mother arrived.

"We will await her arrival. Until then, I am Mandalore; it is both my title and name."

 

[Viho Hawk]

"Well that's a funny name," Viho said from behind the Rancor, though his voice was barely above a whisper and only Elayne could likely hear it.

This was very odd. He could catch glimpses of the iron men as they watched them. Mandalore was a name that he was not familiar with. If he'd said Jedi or Sith, Viho would have understood who this was. He hadn't, though. This was a people unknown to the witches, it seemed. Or, at least, unknown to some of them. He suspected his cousin would know who they were. She had traveled outside of Dathomir before.

"Be careful, Elayne. Don't provoke them."

 

[Onith Trill]

Taleen had been sent by the Nightsisters to evaluate the threat posed by the new invaders. She had brought the Nightsisters a ship or two, but had not brought anything of the magnitude of the ships landing. To her dismay, when she got there she had found the Allyan Witches had already arrived, when with a Rancor and being backed by a man. The relations between the Nightsisters and the Allyan witches were strange now, they unified all the tribes of Dathomir under one banner, Nightsisters included. Still, the games of politics played, and Taleen wished the Nightsisters to be the first to claim the ship and it's inhabitants. The aliens who came in the ship were clad in armor of stone and metal, and Taleen wondered if they were men or these 'droid' demon things 7-LOM had attempted to describe to her. Taleen enchanted her Spear and walked beside the Rancor, but still kept at a fair distance.

"Tell me Allyan Witch, who are these people, and who has been claimed?" She said speaking to @[member="Elayne Hawk"]

 

[Jorn Mair]

Jorn had lowered his rifle when He saw that Mandalore and the other witches and what looked to be a slave warrior. He noticed that he carried a shield, battle ax and a sword just slightly longer than his Angel blade Gunsword hybrid. He would be careful around the Rancor lady. If they made one move they would have to fight a beast taller than a small house, and Jorn didnt feel like wrestling a 'house' to the ground.

 

[Elayne Hawk]

Elayne didn't like the night sister sticking her noise in to things... " They and their belongings are claimed by the Singing Mountain Clan. " She said, in their native language knowing the woman was already trying to get her clan these people who obviously would not just go. with them. She felt the only way to avoid a political situation was to at least pretend to claim them and if her Ina wanted them claimed well they had them claimed. " The large man is Mando'lore, He thinks he commands the women behind him. " She said in basic. She hoped that her Ina came soon, or else she might have to try to sort this out. Elayne wished that she had someone here other than Viho, but alas it was just them and Nadie.
Elayne smiled towards them and curious at what might happen as they waited, she just hoped the nightsister repected their claim, she knew the last thing they needed was a fight.


Blue is Galatic basic
pink is the name of the language I can't spell at the moment

 

[Bronwyn Tyr]

When Bronwyn saw the nightsister stumble from the woods and near Elayne's rancor, she just had a bad feeling things could go awefully wrong. She knew of the unification of the clans, but that didn't mean there still wasn't some infighting. She let out a sigh to calm her nerves. She had some dealing with outsiders once, how much different could this be? Plus poor Elayne may be in over her head. Perhaps it was time for a little distraction.

Walking around the tree she was behind, she began to slowly walk down the small hillside she had been elevated on. She had been a good distance from the visitors, and with the clearing, it would be very easy to see her coming, especially with their little 'circle of safety'. She allowed a smirk on her face as she casually approached the opposite side of the ship from where the main group of iron men were conversing with the already assembled witches. As she walked, she let her hands glide across the tall wheat grass as she passed through the open field. After all, she was the fearless one, was she not?

 

[Verz Horak]

Verz's HUD pinged as it detected another moving being. He moved his head around, moving very slightly, as he did not want to alert the approaching contact, if it was hostile. That and his helmet had a nearly 360 degree view of the surrounding forest and the other Mando'ade. He activated the squad comm line again.

"Mandalore, it seems we are getting popular. Another contact is approaching."

 

[Petra Cavataio]

Ruins of what was surrounded the old witch. Her bare feet walked on the dirty that took centuries to cover over the stone brick pathway. It sadden and angered the woman for what she had seen of the world she walked across so long ago. It had been a little trying as she learned about seven hundred years of what has happen. The thought of what she did surface and formed into idea that her actions was mistake. One that she should not have frozen herself.

The wall was brushed by her hand before she pressed against it. Closing her eyes, the air was taken in deeply. A moment of silence was taken by the witch. The breathing she took were inhaled deeply while exhaled slowly. The thoughts of her mistakes transformed to the pain of the land that she felt. What it had to bare while other failed to grasp true way of the Nightsisters with their egos and plague that pushed the people backwards to a time she remembered.

Petra took her hand from wall as she opened her eyes. The time of looking back was done and the time to look was starting. Across the dirt, her feet pressed down on while each step took her closer to being out of the ruins. One thing she ignored was the fact these ruins were home to a clan she was part of. That was a fact she did not want to acknowledge just yet to herself. Leaving through what was more like a cave entrance than gateway, she had place the past behind her for the time being.

Feeling the breeze caress her skin was a pleasant one, witch look forward at the thick forest she knew she was going to travel through. Idea of finding a rancor to tame popped up and made her chuckle. Travel would be easier for her than on her feet. She walked over to the make shift camp she had setup the day before. Her whip was picked up and wrapped around her waist like a belt. Then large cloak was lifted up. She padded it a couple of times to clean off lose grass and leaves. The cloak was long one with thick fur of blended brown and black shades of color. It was also lined inside with the leather of a rancor. Putting it on, she slipped her saber into the inside pocket of the cloak. Then closed it.

Few items she had were placed in a bag and was carried in her left hand. Petra went into the forest to walk towards what she remembered would the stronghold of the Nightsisters be in. Walking among the trees, there was a shift in the air. Its taste changed. A nickel taste had replaced the one that forest had. She paused for a moment to expand her senses. The sound of boosts echoed in her ears while each breath made nickel taste brush over her tongue more.

“Estraneo.” The slid from her lips as she looked skyward. Tilting her head back down, she slowly panned around. It was to help her focus on sensing were outsiders might be. The air already told her by shifting its natural taste to a metallic one. She had to focus and hone in to something that did not belong. With witches gathering at the area of the outsiders, the ease of searching had been made. She headed in the direction she felt unknowns with familiar Dathomirian presence.

Not to overdo herself, she had a little help from the force to quicken her time. The closer she got, the less she pushed. Seeing Allyan witches and Nightsisters there already, she focused on the outsiders. Realizing the group that came caused her lips to present her with a grin. It had been a little while since she dealt with Mandalorians. She even once had a child that shared genetic materials with these warriors.

The witch stood out to be seen by the Mandos so if there was funny business, it would not be pointed at her unless she meant to cause. Looking at the rancor that was a bit away from her, she did shift an eye on the Nightsister and Allyan. Her arms crossed in front of her as it was more a time to observe and feel out the surroundings.

 

[TiCira D'Arr Hawk]

@[member='Emberli Garett'], @[member="Viho Hawk"] @[member="Elayne Hawk"] @[member='Petra Cavataio'],
@all you mandalorians @[member="Bronwyn"] @[member="Taleen"]

Lu'na gave a small grunt - which sounded more like a growl considering the rancor's size - pawing the ground with the sharp claws of her feet. She was restless, Ti'Cira could tell.

"Shush... It's okay Lu'na," Ti'Cira gave a coo, comforting the enormous rancor with a rub of her hand upon the Rancor's flank. Lu'na towered over the witch a good fifteen feet, the high gravity of the planet and high oxygen content more than doubling the size of the Rancor population in their natural habitat than one would oft see in a Hutt's gladiatorial pit.

Another grunt, but the matriarch rancor was soothed somewhat. At a small verbal command, Lu'na came kneeling in front of the witch, lowering her head. Climbing on top of her and perching herself on top of Lu'na's neck, Ti'Cira gave a small click of her tongue and within seconds, the great rancor rose to her full height.

A tap over the rancor's thick skull plate indicated the direction she wanted Lu'na to go. Helm fully in place and her face shrouded, Ti'Cira made her way over towards the direction she'd seen the ship go.

Now...

It was another kettle of Giju, that was for sure. The witches and their rancors were familiar... even a Nightsister to which she eyed warily - she still had no love for them - a man from her clan, and another powerful witch in her own right that was unfamiliar to her.

However, what stirred her interest with a growing sense of apprehension were the handful of sentients donned in an all too familiar armor that nailed their allegiance to the great crimson embalm smeared across the hull of the ship from were they came.

Mandalorians.

Gold eyes went narrowing. What were they doing here? The thought came with rising alarm. And just how many more were out there?

With a cluck of her tongue, the witch drew Lu'na forward, the small bone and stone decorations of her colorful helm jingling with each rocking step until she came to a pause next to her aunt.

"What is going on here?" she asked in Paecean, her eyes never wavering from the Mandalorians or their weapons.

 

[Jorn Mair]

Jorn was now on the scared side. because it looked like another rancor and witch came to join the party. he still didnt raise his weapon because he didnt want to start a battle from a stupid move. He would have to learn to be more smart if he was going to survive. The woman on the Rancor spoke in a language that he did not know. It was jibberish to him. but from what it seem liked was that the one riding the rancor was the leader and was asking a question along the lines of 'whats happening here?'

 

[Elayne Hawk]

"these men and women land from the stars.. and have been claimed by the Singing Mountain Clan, so that none of them are taken away by overzealous night sisters... or more like a fight... that ends badly for everyone. We are waiting for Satara... " She said in Paecean She petted Nadie... glad that she let her ride her.. and that she was handling this strange encounter so well. She looked to the mandolorians. She just hoped her mother got her soon. Elayne smiled " Bronyn! " She said as she spotted her

 

[Genet'orar Detta]

He made no audible signs of anxiousness at this growing development. The only visible sign would be that his hands went from his sides and were drawn up to his waist, wrists resting on the holsters of his blaster pistols. They were fairly surrounded, and the two beasts would prove for a time-consuming kill in light of their lack of any heavy equipment. He was also none too fond of how they were speaking in a language he had no knowledge of. Felt too much like plotting.

He turned and took a few steps away from the group. If he had to do anything, he didn't want to set any of his fellow Mando'ad on fire. The grass would provide a nice deterrent if push came to shove. He just hoped it didn't come to that. His eyes flitted about behind his visor, trying to make sure that nothing was able to sneak up on them.

 

[TiCira D'Arr Hawk]

@All @[member="Emberli Garett"]

Lu'na gave another thorough clawing at the ground under her, the seven inch nails raking deep crevices on the dirt as she sensed the growing uneasiness. Ti'cira bent low, the rays of the dawning sun now striking the riders and the Mandalorians as the great golden orb ascended into the sky.

She bent low, taking notice of one of the Mandalorians slowly moving away from the group. The tension growing between the group was not to be ignored. So it was with the desire to ensure there would be no miscommunication that Ti'Cira began to sing softly in Pacean. Power came from the chanted words, spreading across through the other witches and over to the Mandalorians as she wove the Spell of Communication for those of her kind to be touched by it. They would all be able to communicate, as long as Ti'Cira sustained it, in their own tongue.

Cautiously and likely surprisingly to the Mandalorians in the group , she spoke in Mando'a, "Is this how you form your words, offworlders?" her attention drew to the females in the group, @[member="Ashara Zavros"] and @[member="Mia Monroe"]. They after all, have to follow custom.

 

[Verz Horak]

Warily, Verz watched as the new witches and a rancor rider appeared from the trees. His slugscatterer was lowered, barrel pointed toward the ground. His HUD had been switched back to normal vision mode, but would show thermals every minute so there would be no surprises. However, there was a surprise as the rancor rider spoke in Mando'a. How did these primitives know the Mando'a tounge? As far as he knew, the Dathomiri had lost the knowledge of spaceflight during the Darkness. Unless a vod crash landed here, there would be no reason nor cause for them to know or speak it, present circumstance excluded. He blinked deliberately, enlarging his wraparound view, looking at his vod and the Mandalore. He decided it would be best not to speak out loud, at least, not speaking so the witches could hear him. It was probably best to leave the Mandalore to introductions of one nation to another. Verz might not have been the best educated, but he knew from his street days that leaders usually only talked to other leaders.

 

[Carbon]

"Yes, this is our tongue.", Emberli responds in kind. "I apologize for the perceived slight of answering for the females but our society is not matriarchal. We are an equal people; power is equally attainable for both genders."

Through all of this; Rancor showing up, singing woman, being semi surrounded... Emberli was entirely unfazed. Everything was going as planned.

"So, daughter of Allya, are you who we've been waiting for?"

 

[TiCira D'Arr Hawk]

@[member="Emberli Garett"] @All

Ti'Cira gave a nod at that, her attention settling upon the broad form of the Mandalorian who towered above the others.

"If it is the Clan Mother that you speak of, I no longer hold that position, but I am an elder of Singing Mountain Clan. " underneath her, Lu'na again clawed at the ground, the rancor taking a couple of steps in place, great streams of breath blowing out of her flatnosed nostrils. "I can take you to the sisters for judgement." There was no malice nor threat in her voice, it simply was how it was.

"To do so, you will have to relinquish your weapons offworlder," There would be no arguement for this. The protection of the clan was paramount. Ti'Cira was well aware of what the Mandalorian expedition had the capability of doing if armed... even without weapons, they would be a force to be reckoned with. It would be a give and take. They had come to their world -- their rules if they wished to bear presence in front of Satara.