Sky People Have Come (Witches/Mandalorians)

[Verz Horak]

"It would seem so, but we wear it nearly all the time. The undersuit is flexible, and the suit is built for mobility as well as protection. I can move nearly as fast as any man with my armor on. Without it, I am much faster. I have worn this armor for years, taking it off only if I needed to. The helmet also is very useful. It gives me much information about the area, and gives me a near circle of vision."

He watched without moving as Viho inspected the armor. He also heard the click and Mando'a relayed through the short range comm. It seemed Dred was getting a little comfortable with one of the native women. Good for him. Verz though, remembering that Dred had no spouse or children. Mia was also being protective, but that was fine. Protective natures were good for a potentially hostile world.

 

[Jorn Mair]

Jorn smiled at the Mando and agreed with Verz. "Our armor protects us from weapons that some people like to use. Its quite heavy but when you have trained in it for your entire life you move faster than what you may think." With a laugh Jorn said "I think Ive lived in this armor since I could fit it on me perfectly."

Although they were asking questions back and forth he asked the Warrior "Why do you carry a battle ax and a sword? wouldn't that be alittle cumbersome?"

 

[Satara Hawk]

Legends were usually wrong? Satara arched a brow and said nothing even though she didn't quite agree with the statement. While they often turned more into stories but the core of it remained, hints and other bits that could be of use to future generations. She let it go though. It was the man's oppinion and he was not one of their men so she would not correct him on the subject.

The problem he drew her attention to was a very relevant one. He had found them and others would in time. The galaxy was returning, their seclusion wouldn't last for long. As beautiful and peaceful as it was. After so long, the Allyan Clans and the Nightsister had managed to communicate, a calm era had risen for the planet. But the Mandalorian was right, their future wasn't looking too bright. The man also brought to Satara's attention that the sith had already invaded their territory and they would no doubt find them as well.

Before Satara would speak though, the Nightsister Elder spoke up and the Clan Mother turned her attention to her, listening. The woman of age and clearly experience saw the issue the Mand'alor pointed out. Even went as far to suggest what she would do if she was a Sith. The way she had said it was somewhat disturbing, for lack of a better word. But Satara quickly shook off the feeling and focused back on what the woman was suggesting. A type of support. "What would you suggest exactly, Elder Cavataio?" Satara offered for the woman to continue before she turned back to the man, just to add: "I see your point, it's certainly a valid point. And I thank you for pointing out. Unfortunately, our seclusion has been both ways. The Witches are not all that informed of what happens in the galaxy." That was a mistake, the woman knew. But the habit had been hard to break. It was their way of life. Still, now that she knew that their neigbours were troubled by the Sith, she knew the man's concerns were right.

The woman said nothing more, returning her attention back to the Nightsister, wanting to hear more of what she had began with.

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

 

[Carbon]

"Never trust a wolf in sheep's clothing.", the man mutters darkly inside of his helmet, knowing no one outside could hear. Nightsisters were Nightsisters; they may play nice now, but that knife they held behind their back would cut deep. It always did.

He'd have to let the Clan Mother find that out for herself.

Distantly he realized he was holding a grudge, and may not be giving the Dark Witches the chance they deserved but... nah, they were totally evil. The Dark Side was the Dark Side, no matter what fancy name you gave it.

 

[Viho Hawk]

"Unnatural. I'd not wear such a thing."

He snorted a little at the whole thing. And his eyes drifted to the little witch that was toying with one of these outsiders. What she was up to he did not know, and he did not like the looks of it. Dangerous games. Was she trying to stake a claim? Clearly the female Mando didn't like that. Trouble could be potentially brewing right in front of him, but he didn't move.

What he did was trace a finger along the edge of his axe blade, drawing a fine line of blood along his thumb.

 

[Bronwyn Tyr]

"Hostile environment?" She chuckled in a singsong manner, "You invade our peaceful world and you're calling us hostile? No, dear. I'm hardly one you should be worrying about. There are meaner more scarier witches out there who wouldn't have just let you land here without a fight." She shrugged, "I'm just curious about our other worldly neighbors. But I digress ... cake you say ?" She waltzed over to A'den ... "I love cake."

Then the one in green known as Dred mentioned a flying lesson and her soft brown eyes lit up from excitement. She looked at him and smiled as he complimented her on her eyes "Oooohh ... you're trouble ... " she said teasingly, pointing her index finger and letting her long nail tap the visor of his helmet. "And this one has a name, take me on that flying lesson and I may just share it."

 

[Ashin Varanin]

There were reasons, though not good ones, that Rach and Alliera hadn't come down with the scouting party's dropship. The two-man fighter that touched down on Dathomir was useful, but not all that useful. They had, plain and simply, missed the boat.

His beskar'gam clanking, the Dark Jedi clambered out of the fighter and helped his wife down. Not that she needed it. Unlike him, Alliera had been born to wear the armor. His own suit was as generic as Mandalorian armor could be, and though he was a master of the long knives at his belt, there were some aspects of the Mando combat ethos that still eluded him.

"This way," said the son of the Unknown Regions' greatest tracker. "I think we'll find the witches and the Mandos just over here."

 

[Ori'Alor Tal'Verda]

There were reasons, though not good ones, that Rach and Alliera hadn't come down with the scouting party's dropship. The two-man fighter that touched down on Dathomir was useful, but not all that useful. They had, plain and simply, missed the boat.

His beskar'gam clanking, the Dark Jedi clambered out of the fighter and helped his wife down. Not that she needed it. Unlike him, Alliera had been born to wear the armor. His own suit was as generic as Mandalorian armor could be, and though he was a master of the long knives at his belt, there were some aspects of the Mando combat ethos that still eluded him.

"This way," said the son of the Unknown Regions' greatest tracker. "I think we'll find the witches and the Mandos just over here."

"I told you we could get you a lighter set of armor, you don't have to go with the typical." Alliera said, frowning "I only meant for you to move away from the Man-Witch look you were sporting typically, I'm not sure how well that'd fly with Mand'alor and the natives" With that, Alliera followered her husband, tapping into the local squad commline @All Mandos by ship. "Sorry we missed the bus, My Husband is still unused to beskar'gam." Alliera said, over the squad comm "And I didn't want his usuall attire frightening the natives." With that, Alliera walked through the forest, keeping a hand on the handle of her pistol. Alliera didn't lie to herself, her husband could be frightening when he wanted to be, especially sense he was poisoned. Of course, Rach was still the man she fell in love with, even with a dark edge to him. "If we get in a fight, could you take out the Rancors?" Alliera asked, looking at Rach "I only have so many High Explosive grenades."

 

[Ashin Varanin]

"Eh, I'm not sensing much in the way of potential for a fight. But who knows."

Rach strode ahead into the meet and greet. Because why not.

 

[Elayne Hawk]

@[member="Mia Monroe"]
Elayne had jumped off Nadie, and landed among the users, her only weapon on her a dagger on her belt. She approached Mia, speaking basic, as she knew it quite well, " So what is it like in a place where we aren't over men? how do things work? " She sat next to mia on the ground. " I mean... how can you both be the warriors and how do you find mates?" She asked eagerly ignoring the hostility, hoping her questions and her demenor to help calm her.

 

[Petra Cavataio]

”Well…” Petra started off as she was asked to expand what she had said. She knew how this could end if not done just right. Business, corporate rooms and greedy would be easier to handle than the idea that brought the Mandos to Dathomir. ”Idea sounds easy but I think there are some key hurdles in the way. She took a breath and continued, ”Alliance between the Witches of Dathomir and Mandalorians… One between you, Mand’alor and the council of the Clan Mothers. I have thought of this way because we are similar. Like the neighboring systems around us, the core of all our societies are built on a code of honor.” Petra look right at the man in charge of the guest on Dathomir, ”It was what sets this piece of the galaxy apart from the rest… This is why we are through history this has been a hot spot. Mandalorians and Dathomirians with our neighbors have seen the drums of war come through countless times. So why stand alone when friends can stand next you and push back those that wish to take away the ideals and honor we all have for so long?”

“Cazzo.” Petra slipped out in her breath. ”Even through the Council of the Clan Mothers have the Nightsister Clan Mother; she is but one person in the sea of Allyan Clan Mothers that sit on the council. The people of Dathomir shouldn’t be punished for what children did in the past. They are gone with time and new movement to be one people with united front against what might come.”

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

 

[Satara Hawk]

When the Mandalore did not respond, Satara looked at the other elder again as she spoke. She was proposing an alliance between their people and the Mandalorians. Specifically one between the man and their council of clan mother. She claimed their people to be similar, both societies built on a code of honor. As it turned out, this was becoming a learning experience for the Clan Mother as well as Petra clearly knew far more about the man's culture than they did in today's age.

Even with the lack of knowledge she currently possessed about the Mandalorian people, Satara did not stomp the woman's idea. Instead, she listened and kept an open mind. Despite the woman being a darksider, she clearly also saw the threat that could emerge from the Sith. And she was indeed right. While the Nightsisters Overclan had a representative in the Council, she was but one woman. The Allyan Clans once again dominated this planet but unlike their past, on either side they did not fully view the Nightsisters as the Waka Sica. They were all here, they shared this planet. There was no more pretending otherwise. "Indeed, she is right. What has been done in the past has been done. The plague has taught us all invaluable lessons, just as our history has. This planet now stands united against all threats from the skies," Satara interjected. If the man so wished to read out of her words, he could see they were not a state of any kind in their planetary issues. The agreement among the Witches had been simple, the clans remained and tended to their own problems. But the outside threads were not one clans could individually face. The partial unification had to be done.

Again, the woman turned her sole focus to the man. "What say you of this proposal, Mand'alore?"

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

(Waka Sica - Devil)

 

[Genet'orar Detta]

He remained silent for the most part, watching the chatter. Of course, that was before there was talk of flying lessons. He sighed to himself before looking at Dred, speaking that both Mando and witch could hear, keeping his voice level. "Making new friends is fun and all, but I'm going to have to object to you bringing unknowns onto our way home." He looked to the rancor and continued. "As for peaceful, I don't think beasts of war and weapons are indications of peaceful. I have nothing against them, obviously, but I also know they're not here for peace."

Of course it didn't help that people seemed to be either reckless or moody at this point. He shifted from his leaning position and moved to the entrance to the ship before leaning back against it once more. He was none-to-pleased with the level of 'professionalism' in a potentially hostile environment, but still, he had to keep his composure.

 

[Carbon]

Emberli rolled the proposal around in his head slowly, considering everything it might entail. They could use the Force user help that the Witches would bring; he was wary of alliances, but this was more mutual defense than anything.

Finally, he nods. "We'd have to hash out specifics, but it sounds good." He was going to be keeping an eye on those Nightsisters. A grudge was a grudge, and history was cyclical.

Turning to @[member="Satara Hawk"], Emberli extended his calloused paw of a hand to shake.

 

[Ryan]

@[member="Genet'orar Detta"], @[member="Bronwyn"] and those surrounding.

"Oohhh I am only a little bit of trouble" Dred lightly chuckled towards the witch that had his intrigue while his vodes were nagging on his private coms about getting all friendly like. The comment Detta made nearly made Varad snort and he had no choice but to answer back in reply.

"I have a bit more class then that Detta! How would anyone be expected to be hooking any power couplings up in that tub? I am a professional, give me some credit here" The tone in his voice was almost as if he was insulted by his fellow mando but responded back with humour all with in the confines of his helmet.

The silent pause that it took to answer Detta back could of been misconceived by Bronwyn as doubtful hesitation in response to her pass at him. A doubt that Dred was going to rectify "I would love to earn your name, but it won't be on this ship. Tell I get a proper bird i guess I just will call you Cyar'ika".

With that Dred removed his helmet exposing himself to the dathomirian air and in turn showing Bronwyn his true face that was not a beskar can. Dred's jet black hair was cut to a short crew cut and a well groomed goatee crowned around his devilish smile. "I am Dred Varad"

 

[Ori'Alor Tal'Verda]

@[member="Genet'orar Detta"], @[member="Dred Varad"]and those surrounding.


"Just keep focused guys, Jedi Archives said more than a few things about this place." Alliera said over the Squad Comm, walking into the clearing "If this ends badly, you may wish you'd lost a fight with a wookie." Alliera leaned against the ship, subtly palming one of her throwing knioves and hiding it in her hand, ready for things to go bad at a moment's notice. "Honey, do you sense anything we're not seeing?" Alliera asked Rach, over the squad comm "your senses are better than mine."

 

[Ashin Varanin]

@Alliera Nakamura

"Hold your nerfs, lover. There's some Dark and some Light and some very, very Mando, but not a lot of potential for a fight here."

Rach looked around, catching the eyes of various Mandos and witches.

"Ain't that right, folks? We're all seeming pretty friendly here. Y'know, my parents were trained by a rogue Nightsister. I can even speak some Paecean. This place...always heard about this planet."

 

[A 'den]

"If your lucky, maybe he'll show you whats in his pants too."

A 'den couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Ujalayi?"

Before A 'den could answer the witch, Mia answered the question.

"You have to take your helmet off to eat A'den, you really wanna do that in a potentially hostile environment?"

"If I die, I die," answered A 'den as he took an already sliced piece of Uj'alayi out of the container and set it on is right thigh, "Everyone dies eventually." Then A 'den took his helmet, just long enough to get the Uj'alayi in his mouth before he put it back on.

"Dred, you're desperate aren't ya?" asked A 'den through the Squad Comm.

"Ain't that right, folks? We're all seeming pretty friendly here."

"Friendly, not this Mando'ade." replied A 'den.

 

[Satara Hawk]

The man agreed to the suggestion the Nigthsister proposed but naturally wanted to hash out specifics of it. "Indeed, details will have to dealt with," Satara agreed. She was not about to strike any deals without making sure everything was in order. Her mismatched eyes glanced at the extended hand he offered and for a moment she studied the bare hand quietly, the flesh so foreign to the rest of the sight the man gave out.

But such was their way, she assumed, all of the suits they all wore. It was odd custom to her. The Dathomiri had battle armors their wore to protect themselves, yes. But those were worn at times of war, not every day. Still, she told herself to try and understand these outsiders, especially since they were about to begin talking about a partnership of sorts and because of which, she extended her hand to the Mand'alore and shook his for a couple of moments before pulling away.

Reaching out through the Force, for the signatures of the Clan Mothers, Satara felt one of them near by and called out to her. '@[member="Inara Ka"], join us' before she did the same with the other members of the Council. She turned to look at the man then. "The Clan Mothers shall join us shortly."

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

 

[Jorn Mair]

Jorn turned around to see the two new Mandos that came out of seemingly nowhere. He could tell that they were jedi by them mentioning about 'Sensing' something. Clue number one. clue number two was that one of them was not carrying a visible blaster. But he did have daggers and Knives showing, so he was ether not carrying his blaster because he felt safe or he carried a lightsaber instead.

He noted that they would be a tough pair and from the looks of it. the Two mandos had a past together.