Faction Snowblind: Keldabe

[Kalðr Ísbjørn]

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The ground crunched underneath Kaldr's boot as he stepped off the Dtema'ori, his custom Mynock-class light freighter painted blue and white to match his beskar'gam. The crunch was from the ground flash-freezing beneath the large Mandalorian's step. Even in the sunlight, Kaldr wore a large cloak made of snow bear fur over his heavy infantry armor. The parts of his helmet and boots that were visible glistened with frost.

Kaldr walked through Keldabe, the restored capital of Mandalore. Well, it was mostly restored. It had not made as much progress as it could and should have, but that was probably due to poor leadership. Still, it was a hell of a lot better than it once had been. Citizens turned to look at the massive vod with the fur cloak, towering over everyone like an actual snow bear. Kaldr simply ignored them, his presence slightly chilling the air around him as he walked.

He made his way to the Governor's mansion and threw open the doors with one arm, startling those inside. Of course, the new mansion looked nicer than the rest of the city. Kaldr hid his disgust at the greed and arrogance of the dar'manda that had somehow claimed leadership before her inevitable fall. At least she had not claimed the title of Manda'alor. Kaldr might have had to put down anyone who might have rallied beneath that banner. As it were, without a true Mand'alor, nobody was technically supposed to be declared dar'manda. Arla Rodarch had been a special case. Even the Mandokarla had stated that she literally had no soul to be capable of redemption, being completely cut off from the Manda.

As he made his way to the Governor's office, someone tried to stop Kaldr at the door. "Hey! You can't be h--" Kaldr pushed through him and into the room, sending the man flying across the room and collapsing a shivering mess from having made contact with Kaldr's armor. Luckily for the man, it hadn't been enough contact to give him frostbite.

Kaldr walked up to the large desk and sat in the ornate chair. "Call your biggest players here," he commanded the people inside, who had all stopped to stare. None of them reacted. The room chilled by several degrees as Kaldr raised his fist and slammed it down on the desk, smashing it. That caused them to jump. "You've all been terrible of picking leaders of late. It's time we rectify that. Now, move!" His cold fury was palpable.

And it got them moving. Messages were sent out to the big names of the Mandalorian Protectors about a man who had waltzed in and taken over the Governer's mansion and demanded their presence. A blizzard had come to Keldabe.

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[Djikra Elnev]

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Mother Elnev was already on Mandalor in Keldabe building a small warehouse for Elnev Holdings. Watching the Nightbrother laborers along with the hired hands of Mandalorian citizenry work together to finish the structure. It wasn't something that she had thought would be happening, then the alliance with the Mandalorians came. Her focus was snatched away by R3-J9's feminine whirs beeps & boops. "What is it?" the droid displays a hologram from the governors office. The Image of a lightly clad Mando comes into the green holograms focus "Hello Mother Elnev, Kalðr Ísbjørn has requested the high ranking officials to come. You are one of Dathomir's so this is the invite." Djikra let what was said sink in for a moment. "I will be there soon, thank you."

Looking a the work site, then at R3-J9 "Keep tabs here, I have my comm with your remote sensor." The Droid boop beeped. With that Djikra took out a vile of green water of life from her belt satchel and drank. The Mandalorian citizenry would be surprised by the Ichor green smoke she burst into disappearing in a flash.

After a few calculated jumps and leaps Djikra was near the governors office. Feeling out with the force pin pointing where the weirdest concentration of people was, Djikra pooled one more time to the destination room. Kalðr Ísbjørn and anyone nearby would seen a cloud of ichor green smoke appear and Djikra Elnev would materialize out of it in an instant. Looking around she finds an interesting very tall & imposing Mandalorin with a very different type of armor. Walking over she speaks "Hello, I am Mother Elnev of the Great Desert Clan. I'm also known as Djikra Elnev. What Is your name? Also how was that effect added to your armor?" The cold that radiated from it was ingenious. To Kalðr he would see a tattooed human female with gray hair, with black & red robes.

 

[Mig Gred]

Mig looked on as Echo's Light left hyperspace. Yet another call from Mandalore. Honestly many might would view his personal thoughts on the world to mark him as darmanda , but his clan's history in recent years had left him not exactly caring. He still cared about his people, but the planet.... He'd already seen it torched more than once in his lifetime. Still, he came back whenever others called. He looked at V-1, the old, droid whiling as the asymmetric courier came in for a landing.

There were other worries as he started to get his gear. Kalðr Ísbjørn was Enclave, a group of Mandalorians that, admittedly there was no love lost for between the Greds and them. They'd even been on opposite sides of fights in the past, though thank the Manda they weren't willing to attack evac corridors the clan had set up and protected in the past. He was followed out by a Mirialan, Nira Foust. She looked like any other spacer, but in the larger fleet she was considered the head of the aruetii'vod . In Mig's mind, it was important enough that he should make sure she was involved.

As the two entered, the chill was evident, and the show Mother Elnev made entering. Mig kept his helmet on though, leaving his expression hidden.

"Kalðr Ísbjørn. What's got you of all vod calling the Fleet, and everyone else?" He asked, staying calm, but after everything that had happened a likely understandable skepticism snuck its way out in his tone.

Djikra Elnev

 

[Kalðr Ísbjørn]

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"Is this all that is left? Is this all who cares that a Dar'manda tried to take over Mandalore? A LITERAL SOULLESS..." He paused and tempered his cold fury. "My apologies. You two are the ones who answered. For that, I thank you."

He looked to the Witch. "Nightmother Elnev, you are not even of the Mando'ade, and yet you still answer when others have not. And I believe your people have been an ally and aide to those attempting to restore Mandalore? And to answer your question, it is an ore known as ostrine alloyed with beskar in a very special way. If you were a daughter of Mandalore, I would be willing to teach you. I'm sure you understand."

He turned to the sole Mandalorian that had responded to the summons. "Clan Gred? You must be Alor Mig. Thank you for answering, Brother." Kaldr gave Mig a respectful Mandalorian salute. "But can you not imagine why I might have come? Have things not gotten bad enough here? The Enclave collectively did not particularly care for the honored title of Mand'alor being so nonchalantly bestowed upon Ijaat Mareel, who we did not feel deserved it. However, we were fine with you pretending he was. Perhaps that was a mistake, because where has it gotten you? Mareel is dead or missing; Manda knows. It seemed from the outside that you were merely desperate to finally have a Mand'alor, that anyone would do." Kaldr shook his head. "I am not accusing you of doing that, only stating that many saw it that way."

"That is not the way it works. Be the Mando'ade who deserve a great Mand'alor. That is why I am here; to shake things up. To make sure there are no more Arla Susnis." He would not give her the respect of a Mandalorian clan name.

"Whether Mandalore is rebuilt to its former glory from long, long ago matters not. What matters is that we make her people more glorious than ever. It is long past overdue. Do you not agree, Alor Mig Gred?"

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Djikra Elnev Mig Gred

 

[Djikra Elnev]

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"Is this all that is left? Is this all who cares that a Dar'manda tried to take over Mandalore? A LITERAL SOULLESS..." He paused and tempered his cold fury. "My apologies. You two are the ones who answered. For that, I thank you."

The Tall Mandalorian seemed to rage at what had transpired, and she couldn't fault him. Arla had knee jerked the Mandalorians towards what Mother Elnev could see was a all way war to ruin.

"Nightmother Elnev, you are not even of the Mando'ade, and yet you still answer when others have not. And I believe your people have been an ally and aide to those attempting to restore Mandalore? And to answer your question, it is an ore known as ostrine alloyed with beskar in a very special way. If you were a daughter of Mandalore, I would be willing to teach you. I'm sure you understand."

She took pride in helping the witches rebuild, and continued to set foundations for the future. "Yes we have allied out of mutual benefit. Our numbers are not great, but we wield Magick that gives us a greater ratio of power vs amount of us." She next hears what she was hoping for "Ah an exotic alloy. I understand, I was more of inquiring to see what it would take to acquire a weapon or two of it? We Nightsisters have many powerful spells."

Just when Djikra thought she knew most things about the Beskar metal someone would turn that understanding upside down. She would even empower Kalðr with the sisters Dathomir Ichor if the deal was good enough.

 

[Kalðr Ísbjørn]

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"I could probably make some items of plas-bonded ostrine as a sign of friendship and good faith. No beskar, of course. That is for the Mando'ade only." Kaldr paused for a moment before continuing to address Djikra Elnev . "I'm aware there are beskar armors and weapons on the black markets across the Galaxy. Understand that these will be reclaimed one day, and none of them are properly made. Aruetiise may have found loopholes to work beskar, but they'll never compare to the secret proper way known only to trained Mandalorian Forgemasters."

Finished speaking to the Dathomiri Nightmother, Kaldr turned his attention to Mig Gred to await his response.

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[Mig Gred]

Nira leaned against the wall, listening and smirking before looking at Mig.

"He's got spirit, I'll give him that." She said, as Mig chuckled a little to himself. Kaldr had a point, but Mig listen to him and Djikra speak before seeing the cold armored Mandalorian turn to him. The alor looked at him, nodding a little.

"I can agree, vod, but 'glorious' is going to different for every Mandalorian I'd. For me and my clan, just being alive is enough honestly. Our signet isn't some mighty beast, or great predator after all. And let's face it, I may be Mandalorian, but my connection here is... thin." He sighed a little, looking up. "In all honesty, if I had to chose here or space, I'd take space. But, you're not wrong.... The question is what does mean to you?" He'd left the Enclave before Panatha, but it was something that had affected his view of them. After Mandalore, Concord Dawn, the Bryn, the monster of a dar'manda.... He couldn't just watch these kind of things and let them happen anymore, and it might've been why he seemed wary even now. Just what was this man's plan? What was the goal this time?

Kalðr Ísbjørn Djikra Elnev

 

[Kalðr Ísbjørn]

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Kaldr stood and approached Mig Gred . He placed a chilling gauntlet on the smaller man's pauldron. "There are all kinds of Mando'ade out there. We all have differing ideas on what it means to follow the Resol'nare. That is ok. So long as you follow it in your own way, I will always call you Brother. We need vode out there in space as well as here. Much as we need them based on other worlds, from Kestri to Castellum. But no matter where we are in the Galaxy, there is no reason why we should not be One People, if the Resol'nare is truly in our hearts, if we are to truly call ourselves Mando'ade. Even if we should meet on opposite sides of a battle, as long as you fight with courage and honor, you are my Brother. If we both survived, I would invite you for a cold drink after. Or a hot drink, if that is your preference."

Kaldr removed his hand, leaving a spot of frost on Mig's pauldron. Kaldr closed his cloak back around himself to contain the chill his armor gave off. "More than anything, it is time to be an example to all our Brothers and Sisters across the Galaxy that we are indeed a people, a culture. There are too many of us who hate each other for pointless or selfish reasons; simply because one thinks they know what being a Mandalorian means better than anyone else. This is foolishness."

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[Djikra Elnev]

"I could probably make some items of plas-bonded ostrine as a sign of friendship and good faith. No beskar, of course. That is for the Mando'ade only."

That was all she wanted to hear, what the metal combo was. A weapon made with cold... imbued with the enchantments of the Night Sisters, that would be a weapon worth an immeasurable amount. She responded in an eager tone "That would be amazing. The question is what would you like in return? Some of my magic wielding scouts to aide? Perhaps some sort of spell enchantment? For teaching to work the cold generating metal... I would even offer Magick infusion, making the recipient taller, faster, stronger." A dagger forged radiating cold... that could be thrown and brought back with a spell. Just so many possible applications for the metal in every day use.

"I'm aware there are beskar armors and weapons on the black markets across the Galaxy. Understand that these will be reclaimed one day, and none of them are properly made. Aruetiise may have found loopholes to work beskar, but they'll never compare to the secret proper way known only to trained Mandalorian Forgemasters."

That was all fair and true "It is not a metal we seek. The cold one is the interesting one. Beskar is quite powerful, but we have respect for our allies culture & materials." New players, and new alliances were always an avenue for the Witch clans to pursue.

 

[Mig Gred]

Mig smiled a little listening to Kaldr. And then at Djikra. Nira would finally push off the wall, walking a bit closer.

"If I may before the shipbuilder here speaks up. I can understanding wanting all your culture being together on this, but outsider looking in, it's pretty obvious not everyone going to go along with this, especially the ones that sided with the Sith. Plus, I imagine helping some lines could be deal breakers for some." She said, pulling a scarf down on her neck to show a marking. Mig sighed, but nodded, looking back. Though that cold armor definitely interesting, and he'd have to look into it more. Maybe the Manda'ukor armorsmith with a gift for alchemy could pull something off.

"Nira's right. Being an example's one thing, but we need to realize not everyone's going to go along with things. Meeting each other after a battle between forces we have a limited connection to is one thing, but.... If I found a vod helping slavers, or the dar'jetii ... can't say my greeting to them would be as cold as that armor of yours. Can't exactly just ignore that part of things."

Kalðr Ísbjørn Djikra Elnev

 

[Kalðr Ísbjørn]

"I'll pass on the sorcery stuff. Your continued support as allies is enough," Kaldr replied to the Nightmother. Part of his mind began wondering over ideas. Plas-bonded ostrine was dangerous, as it had the potential to cause deadly frostbite. He himself was protected by his armor, but the Dathomiri would not be. A spear would work. The blade would be far enough away from the user to not be an issue, so long as the wielder was well trained. Physical arrows for primitive bows might work as well.

He turned and responded to Gred. "Fair enough, though it depends on the circumstance. Can you really judge a vod without knowing their circumstance? Perhaps one is doing work in desperate need of money to help someone else. Perhaps they are secretly undercover and aiming to destroy a slaver group from within. Just something to think about. And any that work for the Sith... If we had a Mand'alor, they would have already been declared Dar'manda, most likely. And sure, we may never unite all of our brethren, but that doesn't mean we should give up and never try. We are Mando'ade. We fight, win or lose, and we give it our all."

Mig Gred Djikra Elnev ​