Sky People Have Come (Witches/Mandalorians)

[Viho Hawk]

Silence. Viho remained silent while Ti'Cira now spoke. At least someone with some real authority had shown up. Where was Satara though? His cousin should have been here to investigate by now unless she was substantially occupied by something of some great importance. He didn't understand what would keep her away from investigating a landing of offworlders though.

Shifting in his place, he stepped to the side of the rancor which Elayne rode, and stood where he could get a good view of the mando's. He could speak if he wanted, since he was no longer a slave, not that he'd ever actually been one, but he didn't wish to speak. Silence was sometimes the best move.

 

[Carbon]

@[member="TiCira D'Arr Hawk"]

His external speaker clicked off momentarily as he opened a a squad only comm channel. "Seeing as 'offworlder' was singular, I'll be going alone. My helmet will communicate my position, but I will turn off video as a courtesy. Stay here, guard the ship... and try not to offend the Witches. This is their world, and I'm not about to start another war; brief though it may be."
Considering how close the Mandalorians had come to the brink themselves, he knew none would hold it against him. "I am your ruler, and so I must now play the role of politician. I will return shortly."

Emberli drops his assault rifle, and undoes the belt and holster that held the Mandalorian Ripper to his waist. The next things to go are his crushgaunts, revealing massive hands that were more accurately described as paws, calloused from blacksmithing work.

The last things to go were his forearm bracers that held his wrist rockets, flamethrower, etc. This too revealed the muscle inherent in his frame from not only his warrior heritage but his chosen hobby as well. "My men will keep my weapons, but remain here. I trust that will satisfy you."

Taking a few steps forward, he waits to see what she would do now.

 

[Verz Horak]

Verz heard the squad comm click on. Emberli spoke, giving orders. Verz disliked the fact that the witches wanted him unarmed and alone. Orders were orders, and orders from the Mandalore were not to be disobeyed.

"Say only the word Mandalore, and we will come to your side, no matter what it takes us."

 

[Petra Cavataio]

Petra just looked over the Singing Mountain elder with a little disappointment that an offer like that has been made to the Mando. For her, it was better to keep them where they were and not be all overly welcoming. There was an exception, like to all rules, if they were to tell of their intentions. Then flexibility might be given with the right intent.

However it did not mean jack now. Their leader had agreed to Ti’Cira’s offer and only thing left was her to accept his actions. In Paecean, Petra calmly directed her words to Ti’Cira. “I’m going with you for equal opportunity and representation, Allyan witch.” That was all she had to say. There was no other choice she was giving if the Mando went with her.

 

[Genet'orar Detta]

He nodded at Mandalore and sighed, moving to the ship and leaning against it, folding his arms across his chest. He didn't like the idea of being asked to disarm, but still, even though Mandalore was their leader, if he was slain it meant that another would take his place and this planet would see war. He still didn't like it, though.

Then there seemed to be conflict between two of the natives. He wondered if maybe there was some infighting. Something to look into if war were to happen. Set them upon themselves.

 

[Satara Hawk]

The day was to be as most others. A wonderful morning, the sun bringing light to her window. But that would not be the case, the clan mother would realize once she made it outside. The clan was crowded with whispered, news passing from Witch to slave, quiet voices spreading through. The Witch glanced upon her people, one green and one blue irises moving between the people.

Finally, one of the clan elders approached the Clan Mother and whispered in her ear, speaking of outsiders landing. Outsiders in iron unfamiliar to them. A crowd had already gone out ot them. Her eyes went wide instantly as she retreated back to her cabin, picking up her coat and force forged sword, informing her mate on the situation before hurrying out. Before she moved too far, she felt her daughter reaching out through the Force for her. Elayne was with the foreigners.

Nadie was also there, Satara realized, calling out to her. Instead, she called one of her adult children and got on him, riding herd rancors to the site. It was a rough ride, the young animal was not fully used to such things but she was raised in the herd and thus would behave best to possibility. Finally seeing the outsiders, her family, and whom she felt as nightsisters and a member of another clan, Satara indicated to the young rancor to slow down before finally stopping and jumping off the large animal.

"Greetings," Satara spoke in Basic, with a slight accent of her native tongue though the foreigner's language was something she had a good hang of in her time with the Jai. "I am Satara Hawk, Clan Mother of the Singing Mountain Clan."

@[member='Emberli Garett'] @[member="TiCira D'Arr Hawk"] @[member="Petra Cavataio"] @[member="Elayne Hawk"] @[member="Viho Hawk"] @[member="Inara Ka"] @[member="Verz Horak"] @[member="Mia Monroe"] @[member='Genet'orar Detta']


OOC: If I forgot someone, sorry!)

 

[A 'den]

A 'den was slightly set off guard by the witch speaking Mando'a. He did not fear for the Mandalore when he removed his weapons, because he could still do a lot of damage without them. A 'den seen another witch riding a Rancor appear. "Seems we're popular today vods."

 

[TiCira D'Arr Hawk]

@[member="Petra Cavataio"] @[member="Emberli Garett"] @[member="Satara Hawk"]

Ti'Cira gave a nod, the dangling beads and decorations of her helm jingling as she did so. A brow rose, however, as the would be leader agreed to her terms ... and began doing an impromptu show. It would have been amusing had it been in differing circumstances, but this was not the case.

"Good," she said in turn, only to be cut off by the other witch across the way. Golden eyes narrowed a bit. The dark aura was not to be mistaken. Nightsister.

It was a good thing that Satara made her appearance then; It was a well known fact that Ti'Cira did not enjoy having to consort with the Nightsisters any more than necessary...

 

[Carbon]

@[member="TiCira D'Arr Hawk"] @[member="Satara Hawk"]

Emberli bowed his head to the Clan Mother shallowly; there was no deference, merely respect. "Clan Mother, I am Mand'alor." If she knew Basic, she'd know what the title meant and who exactly she was dealing with. "Your Elder was just about to lead me to the rest of your sisters."

He did notice the narrowing of the eyes and realized that, likely, the woman who had interrupted may just be one of those he was trying his best to avoid; that or the woman was heavily out of favor.

Being completely certain wasn't possible in a situation like this.

"May we talk, Clan Mother?"

 

[Bronwyn Tyr]

Bronwyn continued walking at a slow pace during the exchange, each leg crossing over the other as she finally made it down to where their visitors were collected, surrounded. She smiled, winked, and waved at Elayne, her Allyan witch friend. She herself was no nightsister, but a wanted witch on the run. On hearing that all the elders and the iron men's leader were leaving to go to their meeting, she felt a little safer. Those left behind looked like fun. She liked fun. She continued on pace on the opposite end of the ship from where the main gathering was. She noticed the few standing on guard facing her, she flashed a friendly smile and waved. Growing up in her clan, they had stressed the teachings of Basic, Bronwyn mostly just kept to that. So it was no surprise when she greeted them. "Hello boys."

 

[Petra Cavataio]

Timing was nice for the Clan Mother, all Petra was doing was to ensure all sides of the Witches had equal footing since they were united. She did not care what the alignment of the witch as long as her clan had a spot at the table. If the elder wanted to be disrespectful, then she would handle it after the Mando had left. It was not the time to show outsiders any chinks in the united front the Witches were supposed to have. Petra made sure her attention was on newly arrived Clan Mother. It was time to see if the words they exchanged would hold up now.

 

[Satara Hawk]

Mand'alor. Satara glanced at the man with the mask that spoke up, giving her the tinniest nod. Her knowledge of the word to a degree. She suspected there importance in it, perhaps similar to that of an elder or a clan mother. The woman didn't know for sure but he seemed to be in control of this group. That much she could read of. "Welcome, Mand'alor," the Witch told him

He asked to talk to her. Satara first gave a nod and looked through the crowd. Her family, another fellow clan mother and a woman she didn't know all too well but she knew her to be a nightsister elder. "Nightsister Petra, unirsi a noi." Between all the nightsisters present, she was one of authority so Satara spoke to her in their language before she turned back to Mand'alor, speaking to him in Basic. "Come, we shall talk."

@[member="Emberli Garett"] @[member="Petra Cavataio"]

(unirsi a noi - join us)

 

[Carbon]

Emberli understood 'Nightsister' when he heard it; his eyes briefly narrowed under his helmet. "Lead the way, Clan Mother.", he said. Wherever she wanted to talk, he'd follow her there.

 

[TiCira D'Arr Hawk]

@Elyane Hawk @[member="Viho Hawk"] @rest of the mandalorians.

It was no secret that Ti'Cira despised the nightsisters; her parents being killed by them in a raid years ago certainly held a bitter tinge in her heart.

Her great-grandmother would take care of it all. She was far more understanding than she. If Ti'Cira were still clan mother... well, we'll just say things would have been different. Turning towards the younger witches, she glanced down at Elayne, her aunt.

"With the spell of communication you can still talk to them; however, they come from a warrior culture just as ours. I wouldn't attempt to claim any of them; " her eyes drew back to the Mandalorians of the group. "Await my great-grandmother's orders and keep a watch on them."

She slowly straightened on top of Lu'na, " I'm going back to alert the others." she said, clucking her tongue, a small rap of Lu'na's skull sending the great beast under her to move to the right, drawing her to leave.

With or without her, the clan will survive.

 

[Viho Hawk]

Viho looked over at @[member="Satara Hawk"] when she said she would speak with the leader of the offworlders. He was concerned, but he knew that she could handle herself in a bind. That said, Elayne was much younger and could not face this group alone, even with the few others that were there. He trotted over to where Satara was and looked up at her for a brief moment.

"I'll keep an eye on the rest with Elayne. Call if you need me."

He spoke in Pacean, not basic. He knew galactic basic thanks to Satara, but he wasn't going to go out of his way to speak with these offworlders. Better if they didn't know what it was that he was saying.

 

[Ryan]

To All in the area and more specific @[member="Bronwyn"]

Dred Varad did not know how to make out this current situation. He would follow orders like a good mandalorian soldier but he was not comfortable with Mand'alor taking off on his own. The other part of the situation was being in close proximity to the ugly beasts known as rancors, and on this planet there almost seemed no end to these fleshy giants. But.... there riders were soft on the eyes and Dred could think of worst places to be that did not include scantily clad creatures of beauty with the demeanour of ferocious warriors.

One of the witches or what ever they called themselves was curious and seemed playfully inquisitive to the iron clad men with her ice breaker "Hello Boys!"

Dred couldn't resist, taking his aim off from the rear flank of the mandalorians squad and turning his attention on the pretty girl " Hello back". There was no point in not being friendly back, and he wasn't a man to give up a chance to flirt it up a bit.

 

[Jorn Mair]

Jorn was taken aback when he heard the witches talk in Mando'a Their native tongue. He listened to all that was happening with out saying a word. When the two of the natives began to what seemed argue he knew that tension was going to higher than all the birds that could fly. He was tempted to pick up the Mandalores dropped weapons. But he thought about it again and saw that the rift between the natives may be getting higher. So he stood where he was and watched them.

 

[Bronwyn Tyr]

Bronwyn smiled playfully back to the man who had acknowledged her. Sure, they had large guns and rock hard armor, but underneath it all, they seemed like pleasant beings ... nothing to fear as long as they have nothing to fear. That was how most of the galaxy operated, was it not? And who in their right minds would fear the petite unarmed witch ?

She continued walking toward him only turned at the last second and began to walk the length of the dropship, dragging her thin fingers along the hull. She looked back over shoulder at the man who was eyeing her, "Your ship is very impressive. I've never seen an operational one this close up before." She was clearly imposed with their gadgetries.

 

[Verz Horak]

Everyone in area and @[member="Viho Hawk"]

Verz had assumed a more relaxed posture, slugscatterer stowed on his back. He was still alert however, not one to be caught off guard. The witches seemed polite enough, but one could never be too cautious. He knew the witches were often Force Users but he wanted to speak with a fellow warrior, not a Force User. He didn't break the circle like Dred, but he gestured in the direction of Viho Hawk.

"Warrior, do you know Basic?"

 

[Viho Hawk]

Viho turned his attention to @[member="Verz Horak"] when the metal man spoke to him.

"Yes, I know Basic. The Clan Mother taught me herself."

Resting his axe upon his shoulder, he stared across at the man. It was curious, the armor that these people wore. He wondered what the purpose of it was. To him it seemed rather redundant and a sign that they had to rely on armor to protect them in a fight, rather than skill. Though, he did note that they were all wearing similar armor, so perhaps it was just an ancient part of their culture.