Private Sleeping Dragons

[Jos Krayt]

ARGOVIA | ARGOVAS CITY
TAGS: Khamul Kryze

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THEME​

Since the collapse of the Enclave, clan Krayt had been largely absent in the galactic game. But with tensions rising and the Mandalorian people divided once more, spilling their own blood in the pursuit of their own goals, the time had come for the Dragons to emerge from their slumber. Their self-imposed exile had come to an end. Jos stood in what used to be the ruins of Argovas City with a swirl of thoughts turning in his head. One figure kept coming back to him, the heads to his tails, as it were.

He had reached out through the Force, called to the man who was proclaimed Mand'alor by his people. Now it was simply a matter of waiting to see if he would answer the call. In the meantime, he would study what remained of the town. A decade or so ago, almost everything was flattened by his predecessor, but the remaining citizens had rebuilt to some degree. And yet, even now, some wounds would not heal so easily. He could still feel the weight of the Darkness around him, around the crater only a stone's throw away from him.

His thoughts were interrupted by his Basilisk flying overhead. With a simple glance up, he could see the Krayt fleet in orbit. This was going to be their new base for the time being, before they moved out once more. "To see our gods, all we have to do is look up." The Kel Dor muttered to himself. An old taunt they used to tell their enemies, yet it had some truth to it. He had instructed the fleet to grant his honoured guest passage when he arrived, this was not an attempt at his life. If anything, this could potentially be one of the biggest 'I told you so' moments in history.

 

[Khamul Kryze]

The Unchained

Loadout: Mandalore's Lament, Regret, beskar'gam

Jos Krayt

Clan Krayt was among the heretics, that was always apparent. Despite the many accomplishments of The Unchained, they had failed to see the truth to his legitimate claim to the title of Mand'alor. As such, it was a questionable move for Khamul to come here. The clan was present in full force, and Khamul had opted to leave his followers back home. One or two had their objections to the decision, but the Mand'alor would come and go as he pleased, whatever they had to say.

His shuttle had entered the atmosphere unimpeded, clearly at the behest of Jos. As he exited the craft, Khamul could feel the presence of the Krayt leader nearby. Though there was no intention of violence, Khamul's hand would rest on the hilt of Mandalore's Lament all the same. His footsteps were unusually soft as he approached, perhaps a sign of the wisdom that had come with all of his years of fighting. He had felt more grounded as of late, his mind more clear than when he first made his name among his people.

He approached the stranger, his cold, masked gaze scanning the Kel Dor for a sign of his intent.

"You called, I came... but tell me, what does Clan Krayt possibly have to say to me? Or perhaps you have finally seen reason?"

 

[Jos Krayt]

Behind his visor and rebreather, a smile took hold of the Shaman's features at the arrival of Khamul. Despite their philosophical sparring and borderline mortal hatred for their respective groups, Jos couldn't help but enjoy the man's presence. It was a reassurance. No matter what happened, it would not be a dull meeting. "Greetings to you too, Mand'alor." He quipped with a soft chuckle.

With his hands behind his back, he turned to face the Mand'alor with a blank visor, but a smile still lingering behind it. "I wanted to tell you that you were right." He began. A statement he expected would be surprising for the man to hear. "As you said, our people lay in ruins once more. They had lost their Way once again. Just look at the laughable state of things. A holdout on Onderon crying for pacifism, and lost souls believing that throwing their lives away is the correct course." He remarked, but a sliver of smugness lingered in his words.

It wasn't often that he had this chance to indulge in a bit of teasing.

"However, I feel that I must tell you as well: I told you so." He chuckled as he adjusted his vambrace and gestured to a nearby store with seats outside. "Were you here, Mand'alor? When the Maw sacked this town and my people drove them back? When my predecessor unleashed seismic charges on what remained of this town?" He continued as he took a seat and, through the Force, pulled an adjacent chair out for Khamul to use.

Khamul Kryze

 

[Khamul Kryze]

The Unchained

Loadout: Mandalore's Lament, Regret, beskar'gam

Jos Krayt

The various notes of sarcastic teasing were not beyond Khamul, though strangely where he would have lashed out, he instead opted to listen. Maybe he was getting old... tired... no... those thoughts would be erased from his mind as soon as they came. He looked upon his comrade, and with a cold indifference he would speak...

"Where were your people when I tried to drive our oppressors back?"

He would take two resounding steps forward, his cold, masked gaze eyeing the new companion he had opted to keep alive.

"I have always been here, Jos. I have never wished to abandon our people."

His gaze would drift for a moment before looking back to him, his cold, resolute nature piercing through his mask,

"I have always fought for our people. Have you?"