Sky People Have Come (Witches/Mandalorians)

[Ori'Alor Tal'Verda]

@[member="Jorn Mair"] @[member="Rach Kol-Rekali"]
Alliera looked over at the Mando looking at Rach and her, and gave him a two finger wave, a hint that she was friendly. "Maybee your right." Alliera said, looking at Rach "I guess I'm just worried from what I read about this place." Even with that, she pulled her E-17 Gladiator off of her sholdier, and held it at a rested ready position. It had a grip attached on the accessory rail, a holographic sight on the top, and a collapsible stock was on it. "This place does look beautiful." Alliera said, looking at the scenery "Dark Side Vibes aside."

 

[Petra Cavataio]

There was one new unhappy camper about the clan mothers coming. Petra did not like the Nightsister Clan Mother. Something was off about her; it never sat well with her when she was around the Clan Mother. Still for her plans to work and she gets what she listed as her goal. The witch sighed and step back. The other clan mothers, she could deal with for now.

Na’shida got her things and mounted her rancor. The two headed towards the call. The Sith that possessed the old nightsister was wondering what this calling was for. She had no clue base on this new united sort of witch front. The united witches were not what she desired but everything over the last four hundred years had mess up the plans. Now a new comer was taking voice against. Too much for her liking was going against her, maybe whatever this was about could go the way she wanted.

After some time, her rancor roared with the nearing of Satara, Petra and the Mandalorian. She dismounted and had the beast hold back. Walking up, the sight of Petra made Na’shida sick. There was nothing that one could do but resist what the Clan Mother did. Even the two fought about how the Clan Mother should breath. Just glares were shared between the two women, before Na’shida looked at Satara and spoke in faint hissing tone. “You called, Allyan Witch…”

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

 

[Verz Horak]

Verz watched as the two new Mandos walked over. It was lucky for them that the planet had no anti-air defenses. Otherwise they would have been blown out od the sky and hostilities would have begun. Most people, primitive or not, wanted a military craft landing while the leaders were discussing peace. It could have been interpreted as a sneak attack. He would have to remember to discipline the pair later. He watched the rest of his vod, some talking with the Dathomiri, others amongst themselves. He pulled up a brief summary of the new Mandos files in his helmet, skimming over them.

Husband and wife, he noted, interesting. But not as interesting as them both being Dark Jedi.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

@[member="Verz Horak"]

Rach turned slowly towards Verz and gave him a deliberate nod -- the kind of nod that hinted at knowing things he shouldn't about Verz's intentions. The kind of nod that said 'everything I do is deliberate.'

The kind of nod that said 'treat me as a peer, or I'll break your face.'

 

[Inara Ka]

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

It didn't take long for the Clan mother of Bright Sun Clan and the small scouting party to arrive. They took longer, of course, having to cross the great strip of high desert in their tracking of the great hulk of fire that had streaked across the sky.

None the less, the pound of rancor's claws upon the ground gave evidence of their arrival. Inara, stoic of face, and equally wary, narrowed her iceblue eyes upon the group.

 

[Bronwyn Tyr]

"@[member="Dred Varad"] ... you look more like a Wakiya Wosice to me." She smiled with amusement how they were using unknown words to describe each other. Her smile did fade though at the thought of losing that flying lesson. She bit at the left side of her cheek, a bad habit she seemed to have while in thought. He had removed his helmet, and she stared at a dark man with a strong jaw and hardened lines etched into his face after years of what she'd figured to be combat and battle. Why had not one of his own already claimed him? Had he lost his mate in battle? It would seem that in their culture the women were warriors as well. She flashed a mischievous grin this time. "Actually, on second thought, I'd rather call you Waposta Hi." She giggled.

She had just noticed the two newcomers join in. Feeling through the Force, their sensitivity to it, she instinctively took a step back and casually placed Dred between herself and the dark Force users.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

@[member="Bronwyn"]

One of the nearby women seemed to be getting hesitant, maybe even defensive, and Rach could guess why. "Calm yourself," he said gently. "Just passing though, just saying hello. Both my parents were Dathomiri-trained, both wanderers. My Force aura isn't like this by choice, and I've no enmity with anyone here."

In guttural but decent Paecean, he added: "To be honest, this feels like coming home."

 

[Genet'orar Detta]

"I don't see why they'd feel any concern with something like that backing them." He nodded at the rancor. It would be a pain to deal with for sure. Still, that was as long as things got bad. They seemed tolerable at the moment. "As far as the helmets go, I don't think, given their nerves, they're planning any kind of ambush. At least not on us. And I'm sure Mandalore can handle himself." He kept this all out in the open for all to hear. He didn't care how the witches would take this. It was an easy observation, and nothing more.

"Still, I do wish the meeting would wrap up. Not much scouting to be done on this scouting mission, it would seem." He adjusted his stance and stood a little more solidly next to the entrance of the ship, just in case the curious witch had a hard time understanding what 'no' meant.

 

[Carbon]

@[member="Satara Hawk"] @[member="Inara Ka"] @[member="Petra Cavataio"]

Emberli's massive form shifted a little to get a better look at the new arrivals before he nodded his head, briefly, in greeting. "I assume this is who you called for...?", he asks Satara, motioning to Inara. He gave the other Clan Mother a nod of his head, too, but she seemed a bit... off. In the head.

He didn't like people like that.

 

[Ryan]

@[member="Bronwyn"], @[member="Rach Kol-Rekali"]

"No Idea what that translates to Cyar'ika, but you could call me anything you wish" The warrior continue to flirt with the witch lady.

Then something got her attention, the tension that pierced through the witch forced Dred to rest his hand upon grip of his EE-3 custom carbine. Twisting slightly on his heel to see what she was looking at, since his helmet was not on and preventing him from using the 360 degree angle, he had to face the new arrivals. Guess he sensed the tension as well or he quickly explained himself to her, plus his appearance looked mandalorian..... just one not part of their current party.

"Su cuy'gar ner vod!" Dred greeted the new comer in their native tongue and testing his intentions with politeness.

 

[Satara Hawk]

The presence of the darkside clan mother didn't go unnoticed by Satara. While Petra was a powerful Nightsister, she didn't quite irk her in the way Na'shida did. She didn't know why but she knew she could accept some Nightsisters like Bronwyn or even Petra but not this one. Perhaps it was the attack that had taken place in her clan or perhaps it was something else. But Satara knew the woman did not sit well with her. "I did," the Singing Mountain Ma'tra merely responded coldly and turned her attention away. They still need others to join them.

At least, the Bring Sun Ma'tra was a welcomed arrival. Satara greeted her with a light smile and nodded her head. For a moment longer, the Witch waited, reaching out into the Force. The other clan mother did not come though they were not far. All were aware of the presence but not all wished to be among the outsiders. Satara understood. The presence of @[member="Inara Ka"] at her side would be enough next to the Nightsister Ma'tra.

She finally turned to @[member="Emberli Garett"] and nodded. "Yes. Clan Mothers Inara Ka and Na'shida will represent the council with me. This way we may have a fair conversation."

@[member="Petra Cavataio"]

 

[Jorn Mair]

Jorn didnt like to wait but wait he did. sometimes it was best to jus let things go on their own but he didnt care. Right now he sat down and had the gladiator rifle in his lap. Jorn cracked his knuckles making a loud sharp pop noise. it felt good to pop hi knuckels be cause everytime he did that he felt a slight reliefe. All he could think about was one woman in particluar.

 

[Inara Ka]

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

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Wary, Inara kept silent. Her cold gaze swept over the armored offworlder. Coming from Bright Sun Clan, they were far more apt to accept males as equals. Unfortunate that their stance with offworlders was not the same.

"Tuwe is?" she asking Satara who he was.

 

[Petra Cavataio]

Na’shida turned to glare at Petra once she was told that she was representing the council. She only allowed the clans she held to unite with the others to allow time for her to act on her own plans against them. The idea of actually doing things with the Clan Mothers was not in the cards. The glare did not fade as she told Petra in their tongue that she wanted nothing to do with this. She added that it was waste of her time.

The Clan Mother’s tone and words did not sit well. It made Petra react in same tone as she told Na’shida how it was going to go down. Then the two glared silently at each. The Nightsisters were going to agree one way or another. It was what Petra wanted and the current clan mother was not going to be power for much longer. The days were numbered for that one.


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

 

[Avalore Eden]

A distant, rhythmic drumming followed the heavy-weighted gambol of the Rancors. Across a break on the horizon a young Dathomiri Witch sat atop yet another of the planet's many creatures; a horse. Pausing a moment as the scene unfolded before her eyes, the woman reigned the animal around and dismounted from afar. The smells of aircraft and metal and fuel were enough to spook such flighty animals never before accustomed to them, so it was with a gentle hand that she turned the horse loose to watch it shy off and disappear back down the path they had taken. Likely it would head home to the Bright Sun Village.

With a deep breath the woman turned to face the next challenge of her life, wide eyes taking in the allotted group of ships and armored men as well as the figures of rancors and her kin amongst them. Ysan felt her muscles tense and her feet grow heavy, but she force herself to approach. She had dealt with one off-worlder already, but this retinue of warriors was certainly intimidating. Unsure of what was making her heart hammer within her chest: her growing curiosity or apprehension, she closed the distance finally to approach @[member="Inara Ka"] and @[member="Satara Hawk"] , giving them both a respectful greeting before falling into silence.

The Windtalker couldn't be sure just what to expect, or what they might expect of her. It seemed discussion was already in place, so likely she would not be needed as a a translator.

 

[Inara Ka]

@[member="Ysanae Vela"]

Inara gave a nod of respect to the windtalker; it was her presence that gave a measure of reassurance to the Clan Mother. It did not, however, smooth away the explicit expression of apprehension and wariness. Her own muscles had tensed, the grip on her spear turning knucklewhite.

"More and more of the sky people come," she said tersely in Paecean to Ysanae. "What make you of this Windtalker?"

 

[Avalore Eden]

A concerned gaze passed to the Clan Ma'tra at her words. Ysanae frowned, feeling she might fail the mother in this particular instance. The Windtalker knew a great deal many things about the innermost workings of the Dathomiri clans and the world in which they reside, but she could speak very little on the clockwork and machinations of the realm beyond the stars. The only thing she could go on was what little she had learned of the galaxy from her own personal interactions with off-worlders.

"Turmoil," she answered softly to @[member="Inara Ka"], "beyond the reach of our Gods. These people seek our favor? It doesn't make sense. What can we offer them that they do not already have...except perhaps our blood and land. It must mean war," the strange folk gathered here were armed to the teeth. Their technologies were quite advanced, and by the looks of it they were a warrior race. Perhaps they had heard of the strength found in Dathomiri blood, but what did they have to gain by casting lines to a nation cut off from their realm? The pitting in the Windtalker's stomach told her in no certain terms that they needed to tread very cautiously.

"We must be careful. Very careful. I fear we do not know enough..."

 

[Satara Hawk]

The question of her fellow ma'tra made Satara to turn to her. @[member="Inara Ka"] had been late to join the party so it was only natural for her to need some extra information. "Mandalorians." She merely said and watched the woman for a second. Did she know of Mandalorians? Would she need more clarification?

"They were one of our neighbours. They have come here to strike an alliance with us. We do not argue such a thing," her eyes glanced at Petra for a moment. While not a Clan Mother, she was an Elder and a representative of the Nightsisters before their Ma'tra arrived. "However, the details of it required the council to be present."

Her head turned back to the Mandalore. "Now that you have the Clan Mothers present and you were the one to come seek us out, make your offers."

@[member="Inara Ka"] @[member="Petra Cavataio"] @[member="Ysanae Vela"] @[member="Emberli Garett"]