That Is Not My Name (Open to anyone, would like some mandos.)

[Kuhani Vastor]

Mandalorian Space​

Concord Dawn​

Crack!!

A blood curdling scream could be heard, the compound fracture in man’s arm exposed for all to see. Hips cranked, and a powerful kick was placed in the man’s chest, all his focus on the shattered radial and ulna bones before him. With a thud, the muscled body hit the dirt, blood mingling with the sand. Without his signature armor and gadgets, he wasn’t nearly as formidable as he thought. Or maybe, he had underestimated the ebony man that leapt on top of him at the bidding of the crowd around them. Strikes, too many to count soon crashed against his bruised and bloodied face. His blood mingled with drops from the attacker, they had both given each other their best shots on a bet. A simple bet that he could pound the rather destitute man into the ground had turned into this, how did I go so wrong?

Consciousness left the man.

“Finish him, and we’ll double your credits!” Their catcalls were accompanied with gestures of them rubbing their fingers together, the universal sign of money. Eyes, black as night looked from his opponent, to those offering more money. Disgust, pain, and then anger all swam across his gore and dirt covered face as he peered at their armor. That armor was the same that murdered his family, the same that destroyed everything he cared for. Grey pants, now crimson and mud soaked were torn from the fight, his knees protesting from being on the ground for so long. Chant’s could be heard, all around him they screamed the name Dex. The name the dark one had given him, the one who had bound and branded him. He hated that man, when the fire from the sky had come, he had used the Pelekotan to run like he had on Haruun Kal. There were no akk dogs with him on this day, but he could remove one of the armored demons who destroyed his Gnosh.

His name was Kuhani, and a smile cross his face as he placed his thumbs over the man’s eyelids.

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Five minutes later..​

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“You, you said more.” Hands, still covered in dry blood and dirt contrasted with the white pouch. It’s contents were rather light for what he had been promised for killing the armored demon. “We gave you exactly what you deserved, you stupid twit. Now be happy, and get your disgusting slave hands away from me.” T’Chullu looked at the bag, then pointed at the sky. “You, you said home.” His words were slow, basic hadn’t come naturally to him, his Korunnai accent shading his words. Laughter between the two demons, and T’Chullu weakly laughed with them, for he did not know their customs.

CRACK!

The barrel of the boom-stick came at a speed he couldn’t comprehend, dropping him to his knees. Laughter could be heard, and the demons spat on him before leaving him in the sea of the crowd. Where he was, he had no idea. Night was coming, and it was growing cold for the man who only had a shirt and pants to his name, along with the five credits they gave him. Rising to his feet, Kuhani set out to hopefully find a kind soul, or shelter.

 

[Rasor]

Rasor didn't know how he felt about Concord Dawn, but he had agreed to help [member="Nicair Claden"] find his family. They owed each other, like brothers they were, vod he thought they were called in Nicair's language. The night brother got off the transport swiftly, slavery wasn't a common issue he came across in Mandalorian space so it was fairly challenging to find it, but Rasor knew where to look, he just hoped he could help his friend. He was able to gather enough credits from bounty hunting for the police forces on numerous planets that he felt he could be, at best, comfortable in his few days spent staying here. The crowd in front of him was moving around something, they parted it like a rock. Some sort of dead animal? the Dathomiri thought to himself. He couldn't help but be curious as he moved with the crowd to whatever it was.

The man wasn't armored, but he was fit, could probably do some damage in his own right. He was fairly plain looking, didn't look like he had much to his name. A slave? Rasor thought to himself as he bent down to help the man up.

[member="T'Chullu Vastor"]
(I tagged my Mandalorian character if you want to take a look at him, I can swap the two out or go with both of them)

 

[Lina Ovmar]

There was a buzz in the air, the crowd alive with energy. Wide smiles and the distinct bleary eyes that came with too much drink passed by Mia. She moved against the crowd without struggle, her face commanded respect, that and she had a look in her eye that suggested today was not a day to knock into her. So the passed her by, like a rock in a river.

She caught site of a handful of men, felt their animosity. She was five steps from them when the owed 'slave' caught her attention. Mia had no love for slavers, it was a practice she associated with the sith, equally she understood that some mandalorians, be it few and far between, made a living through slaves. So it was not for her to get involved.

Still, she was hardly going to just leave the slave there. She shifted her direction so that her path cut across the ebony skinned man. "Hey." She stopped in front of him, nodding to the man who had helped him up. Armed, but armour-less, she made sure her palms were showing, a sign she was not a threat.

"You ok?"

@T'Chulli Vastor

 

[Kuhani Vastor]

[member="Mia Monroe"] | [member="Rasor"]

OOC: He's not a slave anymore, they were just using him for sport. Apologies if I didn't clarify that.

IC:

A hand, a single hand parted the sea of flesh around Kuhani.

Curiosity, fear, and the look of whether to fight or run crossed his face as he looked up at the man from his kneeled position. Words, words to speak his mind would not come. Instead, copper flooded his lips, and he reflexively spit into the sand, more of his blood littering the market streets. Another moment, and timidly he extended his filthy hand and let the man help him to his feet. Every beat of his heart seemed to run through his nose, and the Korun had to cover it with his free hand to stop the flow. Taking a step back, out of weakness and fear of the man, he managed to keep his balance and evenly distribute it. Like a beast corned by his akk dogs, the wounded man was ready to lash out and defend himself at any second. Thinking of the credits, he hid them behind his back.

The price had been to grave to give them up.

"Why, why you..." he struggled for the words. "Help, why did you help..me?" Removing his hand from his nose, he pointed towards himself just as the woman approached. Waves of energy, such as he had felt in the jungle hit him. She reminded him of the lor pelok, but so had the man who had made him fight for years. True fear came over him, even as she showed her palms. How many times did the Master do that, only to have him ambushed and tortured or forced to fight more. Her words, they sounded familiar, but his head was throbbing too much to make sense. Instead he pointed towards the sky.

"Home, I want, I want to go home."

 

[Rasor]

[OOC: I'll get my Mando here shortly, hopefully he can provide that element]


The Dathomirian looked up at the sky.

"Home? What home's out there?" He didn't mean to sound harsh, maybe he did, maybe he didn't. Home wasn't a place he wished to return, it was hard to imagine why this man in the dirt would want to go back to his. I'm not even sure why i helped him he thought to himself, just being civil? It certainly went against him wanting to draw attention to himself as he received glances from passersby. Perhaps he felt pity for the man, having been in his position before not that long ago. He stopped his reminiscing to help the man to his feet. The Nightbrother glanced at a woman who was striding towards them, her palms out. He returned her nod with one of his own and backed away. He had a reason for being here and it wasn't to help strangers, something he had picked up along the way for some reason. The Dathomirian backed into the crowd and followed it to the town's pub, if he was to find Nicair's family, he might as well start there.

[member="Mia Monroe"] [member="T'Chullu Vastor"]

 

[Nicair Claden]

This was the second time he tried to contact Rasor without answer. For an instant he let himself hope that that was a good sign. He did regret that he hadn't been able to join his friend immediately but he had business to tie up elsewhere. Rasor could handle himself, it was something the night brother was good at doing, had been since the Mandalorian had known him. He was maybe a day behind his friend as his transport pulled into the space dock above Concord Dawn, his home without actually being anything close. In truth Nicair didn't have a home, if one wanted to give labels to the closest thing he had to one then it would probably be a lowly fighting pit on Coruscant, it's where he grew up at least. He had sent Rasor ahead because truly, he didn't know how long his minor skirmish would take him, luckily it didn't last very long and he was on his way again in a few hours. It was a favor asked between vod, one that the Dathomirian was happy to oblige.

"Hey, you got any spice?" This came from a fairly normal looking human that was waiting at Nicair's port for them to get off. If the local security hoped to catch spice traders, they'd have to try a little harder. He kept walking past the man his waistguard catching some of the draft of the air filtration system. With the progress he was making he might even be on planet in a little more than a couple hours, not that he had any hope that the small quest he had sent Rasor on would provide any fruit, enough trying and anyone can get discouraged, not that he cared much anymore anyhow.

"You want to go on planet?" The question came from a portly looking Twi'lek sitting behind a booth dispersing tickets. The Mandalorian nodded and pulled out a credstick and slotted it in. He didn't grace anyone with his speech because he really didn't want to, his voice didn't project well, and he was still recovering from the nightmare on Dathomir he went through with a companion. The man shook the thoughts from his head as he waited for the transport's boarding sequence to commence.

 

[Lina Ovmar]

The fear that rolled off him as he looked at her surprised Mia. "Where is home?" She asked him, reaching out in the force, she recognised his potential. Why was e so afraid of another sensitive then?

I am not your enemy.

The words would gently brush his mind, intended to be reassuring. The fear he showed was akin to that of a new vornskr to her pack. Push to hard and it was liable to lash out, it required a softer approach. Let them come to you, make them feel safe.

[member="Kuhani Vastor"] [member="Rasor"]

 

[Tiali Orazio]

Tiali's eye's slowly open bringing him back to the world, his back leaned up against a wall legs spread out in front of him. His hand raises to his head grabbing tightly at his hair, hoping that it somehow helps the ground breaking hangover.

Letting out a long breath he places both of his hands on the ground pushing to help get himself up, making it seem like it's so much more effort then it is. Once up he places his hand out onto the wall to get him steady his other hand searching right and left on belt until finding his flask. He leans against the wall to free his other hand for taking off the lid, Taking it off he raises the flask to his dried slightly cracked lips to take a swig.

Releasing a sigh of relief that's better "Ah that's better." He scratches his beard looking around the surrounding area wondering where he is exactly.

 

[Kuhani Vastor]

Finally, words that the man could understand, and someone to listen to him. "I, I want to give peace to mke wangu Shuri." Once again, Kuhani didn't have the words for the situation, so he pointed to the ring of silver on his left ring finger. " She...she is gone forever. Her and my, my..." Frustration came over his face so he curled his arm as if he were holding a baby. " Wote ni kufa." Proud shoulders slumped further, and he just stood there. Onlookers simply gawked at his terrible condition, and Kuhani wanted nothing more than to run into the jungle and lose himself within the Pelekotan. Any time he reached into it, memories of being electrocuted by the dark one came back, so he always held himself back. Even if his senses were telling him to trust the woman with her palms open.

What was trust?

Feelings of calm, warmth, and trust rolled over him in waves. Kuhani felt like he was seeing the sun crest over the trees in the early morning back on his world. There were others nearby, but he slowly inched towards the woman with her palms out towards him. "I..I do not have words for my home." An idea hit him like a hammer to his skull, and he slowly revealed the bag of credits he had won. "If, if I give you this. Will you help me find home?"



[member="Tiali Orazio"] | [member="Mia Monroe"] | [member="Nicair Claden"] | [member="Rasor"]

 

[Lina Ovmar]

She understood his words, he had lost his family, torn from it no doubt. For a moment, she remembered just how fortunate she was to have hers. Mia blinked, looking down at the pitiful bag of credits that was offered to her. She shook her head, moving forward cautiously, she gently closed his hand over the bag.

"You do not need to give me credits if return for help. It comes free." She glanced at the crowd around them, acutely aware of the strange looks they were getting. "Come, let's get you fixed up." She turned away walking a few paces towards a cantina, pausing to make sure he understood before leading the way.

[member="Kuhani Vastor"]

 

[Rasor]

The Dathomiri sat down at a stool near the bar, the bustling of the cantina was a welcome noise to him, it was easy for someone to get lost in the crowd, something he was good at doing. The bartender walked up to him, as it wasn't a busy night he had enough time to converse with the patrons, needless to say, the night brother was a sight to see.

"Something I can help you with?" The man asked as he nonchalantly cleaned a glass, looking over his shoulder at him. Rasor took a looked around him, he didn't know how secretive to be, for all he knew, his Mandalorian friend could've come from some serious criminal elements.

"I'll have a Mandalorian ale. You ever heard the name Claden?" The bartender stuck out his lower lip in thought as he filled up Rasor's glass. He shook his head after awhile, Rasor didn't necessarily trust the man, one should never dish such a thing out. It was however the fact that no one seemed to know the man's family. The Dathomirian assumed that was a sad thing, it was hard for him to understand the family unit outside of his past experiences. In his eyes, his friend had escaped a necessary bond that could be used against him and was trying far too hard to find the crutch. He bit his upper lip and nodded his head before he took a drink. It was smooth, tasted almost honeyed, it was an honest surprise.

"Fair enough." He said as he downed the rest of his drink and threw a few credits on the bar, he wasn't trying very hard because he had just got here and didn't know how long Nicair would be, no need for him to get too involved right once he arrived. He'd gain the local's trust, manipulate them when he needed to, and figure out if they really knew what they said. He turned around as the door opened and the man and woman from outside walked in. He raised a hairless eyebrow at the two's entry.

[member="Mia Monroe"] [member="Kuhani Vastor"]