Faction The Call of Wolves [Ask]

[Gaanla Munin]

C R U S A D E R
HOYLIN
Careena Fett | Trajan Fett | Hakon Fett | Khama Fett | Celt Saxon | The Operator | Ninurta Slaabur'r | Livia Cadera | Sahan Dragr

They were all in accord in how to have a Sole Ruler. Not one based on a council or be elected. One with weight behind their name based on the great deeds they accomplished for the Mandalorians. Through the future trials and tribulations they were to face, one would surely rise the ranks and have the honor leading the clans.

But now they needed resources and to place their mark on the Galaxy.

“We should decide on what planet to attack; one with great resources and a strong manufacturing infrastructure. To take their resources and let the Galaxy know we have returned with vengeance. Perhaps Contruum or the Roche Asteroid Field? Both possess those qualities we want in an attack.”

Few in number they were, but they would not settle in lesser scores such as terrorizing backwater farmers or the such.

 

[Sig Dryggo]

The Call of the Wolves
Tag(s): Gaanla Munin // Careena Fett // Trajan Fett // Hakon Fett // Khama Fett // Celt Saxon // The Operator // Ninurta Slaabur'r // Livia Cadera // Sahan Dragr
Objective(s): Arrive and Observe

For years he had searched beneath every rock on very planet. For years he had encountered nothing but disappointment that quickly grew to anger. This anger built as years passed, and with time it became more and more clear that the once great Mandalorian people were gone. No, the once great empire that struck fear into the hearts of the jedi and sith was long gone. In it's place were the clans and other unaffiliated factions, all of them trying and failing to reclaim the glory of their ancestors.

The answer, to Sig, was always clear: they needed the old ways. The ways of the warrior and strength. The ways of warcraft and combat, where honor comes through victory and death against the endless enemy. In a galaxy where jedi and sith have been fighting galactic scale conflicts for hundreds of years, the Mandalorian people needed to return to the old ways if they were ever to thrive as they once did.

Suddenly, a call. An open message to the disconnected clans and peoples of Mandalore. Some among the clans were growing restless and tired. The same anger and eagerness that had begun to build within him had begun to spread. It was beginning. He had arrived only a minute ago, but the gathering was impressive enough.

Sig was among them, among those of like minds. He was the last surviving member of Clan Bakker, a clan that was mostly forgotten to time, standing among those who sought the same revenge against the galaxy he did. Leaning against a nearby wall, he was slightly concealed in the shade the building provided. He eagerly waited and watched, ready to do whatever was required of himself to push this new movement forward.​

 

[Hakon Fett]

HOYLIN​

Careena Fett | Khama Fett | Trajan Fett | Celt Saxon | Ninurta Slaabur'r | The Operator | Gaanla Munin | Livia Cadera | Sahan Dragr | Sig Dryggo

HELVEGEN

" Can we do this?" He asked and then nodded his head to indicate that his question was a legitimate one.

"We must." Hakon's voice was firm as he nodded in agreement with Trajan Fett. A flickering light of determination danced in his eyes beneath the cold stare of his buy’ce.

<"But we are in agreement...and so, our sights need be set elsewhere. Firstly, it should be the consolidation of the Clans, be it through might or diplomacy. A vast majority of the Creed has fallen out of the way or sought alignment with greater galactic powers.">

Rallying the Clans to the Crusade was the natural step forward, along with rebuilding their martial strength. Hakon's T-visor scanned the room, pausing briefly on the solitary figure of Sig Dryggo before sweeping over the rest. "Spread the word to your clans and comrades. Awaken them from their slumber and bring them back to the path of glory our ancestors paved. We must rise again or we wither away, forgotten." the chill of irrelevance sent shivers down his spine. He clenched his fists. He would not let it happen. He could not.

No matter the cost.

"We should decide on what planet to attack; one with great resources and a strong manufacturing infrastructure. To take their resources and let the Galaxy know we have returned with vengeance. Perhaps Contruum or the Roche Asteroid Field? Both possess those qualities we want in an attack."

Hakon tilted his head, considering Munin's words. Contruum. He had flown over it countless times along the Vaathkree Trade Corridor. A bustling Mid-rim world with mid-sized shipyards and rich farmlands, it was a smaller rival to Taanab but far more advanced in technology and populace. Conquering Contruum would be a monumental task given their numbers, yet a raid to plunder its resources? That was within their grasp.

But Roche...

"The Verpine owe us a life debt. Their technological prowess and expertise would better serve as allies than victims of our conquests." Hakon's voice softened, a hint of personal bias creeping through his vocoder. Memories of friends among the Verpine, who had once saved him from the void of space after a job had gone wrong, flickered in his mind. "Contruum, on the other hand..." He smirked beneath his helmet. A comprehensive recon, a solid plan, several ships, and a weapon in a Mandalorian's hand were all it would take to strip the aruetii of what they wanted.

As he surveyed the crowd, his eyes locked onto a familiar symbol; a symbol he did not expect to find among the gathered. Skirata's mark. Rebuilding their strength through plundering resources was necessary, but not sustainable for long. Not when it was the whole galaxy they wished to scar. For that, they needed a solid industrial base.

The Skirata were renowned for their shipcrafting capabilities. After all, it was Gilamar Skirata —Mand'alor the Architect—who had rebuilt MandalMotors into the war machine it became known as over the ages. The only issue was that the Skirata were not so accepting of the old ways.

But if one was here, then...

Hakon moved through the gathering, his steps casual but also purposeful as an idea sprang to his mind. Around him, Mandalorians continued discussing plans; others reunited with comrades like Sahan Dragr and Celt Saxon . He halted a few feet beside the mysterious Skirata clansman ( The Operator ). “Did not expect a Skirata to answer the call.” he remarked as a way of striking a conversation.

 

[The Operator]

The Morut|A meeting| Hoylin

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The Skirata clansman took in all the points and arguments, tilting their head at Gaanla Muunins words and nodding in agreement. However, they had not come here to pontificate and reminisce; they knew that all too well with their own fellow Skirata members. A destructive mindset that led to a great decline of clans or outright extinction as the Mandalorians grew fewer in number.

The Fett leader stopped short of where they were, paying heed to them where they did not deserve any. The Skirata warrior stood to attention, though their helmet betrayed no emotion; the person inside was wary and didn't like the attention, preferring to be shadowy and secretive.

"Did not expect a Skirata to answer the call." - Hakon Fett.


< "Stranger things have happened, I suppose; I do not partake in my elder's outlook on our... situation.">

The Mandalorians' modulated voice cracked as they spoke. The armour they wore bore no scars that spoke of tales of glory and no trinkets that boasted of their valour in combat. They had seen to it that their old armour had long been discarded, making it painfully hard for anyone to identify them, as they only wore the standard-issue armour of clan Skirata. No one here would know them, by now they imagined that the clan elders would be notified of their absence, but that wasn't an issue.


Father, after all, was more concerned with playing internal politics.


<"I am here for my own glory.">

Hakon Fett Khama Fett Careena Fett Trajan Fett Gaanla Munin Celt Saxon Ninurta Slaabur'r Livia Cadera Sahan Dragr Sig Dryggo

 

[Kaiyra Munin]

C R U S A D E R
HOYLIN

Hakon Fett , Khama Fett , Careena Fett , Trajan Fett , Celt Saxon
Ninurta Slaabur'r , Livia Cadera , Sahan Dragr , Sig Dryggo

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The eldest child of Vilaz Munin and Briika Munin had tagged along with Gaanla Munin and their clansmen to make sure they or rather her young nephew, Adenn Munin 's son, didn't get into too much trouble while attending this fact-finding mission at the invitation of Clan Fett. It was no secret Munin men tended to upset the bofa fruit cart more times than not with their bravado and recklessness at the most inopportune times: cue the wrist rockets.

Thank the Manda I'm more like my mother - calm, cool, and collected, Kay mused to herself with some amusement, then continued that line of thought. Though I do appreciate my father making me the warrior I am - an Akaan's daughter.

Kaiyra listened mindfully from the back of the gathering as each Mandalorian who was sanctioned to speak for their clan offered their views front and center. Unless needed, she would hold her peace, well at least for now. Mostly it was just the typical Mando mating dance going on at this early junction.

Behind the privacy of her helmet's dark T-visor, the blonde just rolled her blue eyes at how Gaanla was trying to be a big boy on campus standing toe to toe with the elders of their kin present.

Gaan is so like his father and grandfather. Traditions never die with our clan that's for sure, the red and black-armored Munin smirked, then added more seriously a few ticks later.

And the Gods help us all... Hopefully this time we get this right as far as the plan for our People going forward. Oya!

 

[Ninurta Slaabur'r]

This felt good. It felt normal.

For some time Ninurta had travelled alone. He had been alone and with only the companionship of the animals he captured and tamed he knew he was lacking a core part of what it meant to be Mandalorian. Here and now midst many brothers and sister of different clans but same faith. The Falleen felt what he longed to have all along.

Looking to each person that had gathered and arrived, He nodded in agreement and remained silent as others spoke.

There would be much to plan and much to do once things were settled.

Tags: [Im not tagging all yall]

 

[Hakon Fett]

HOYLIN
TAGS: The Operator
HELVEGEN

"You've made the right choice." he said, followed by a long pause as he glanced at the rest of the gathered before shifting his T-visor to Skirata. "We'll need ships. A lot of ships. And your clan holds the key to MandalMotors." Hakon went straight to the point in typical Mandalorian fashion. "Can they be convinced through words or..."

A firm hand dropped on the hilt of his beskad.

 

[Careena Fett]

C a r e e n a _ F e t t

| Location | The Morut, Hoylin​

| Objective | Unity​

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Careena observed the Mandalorians assembled before her as they began to discuss their next course of action as even more began to arrive. Some faces were known to her, while others remained a mystery - regardless of history or circumstance, they all answered the call and she took heart in that fact that they would honor their people and their descendants. She was proud of them all, and glad to be given the opportunity to fight alongside all of them. ​

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<"We will formulate our plan of attack and coordinate our strikes for viable targets to help sustain our crusade. In the meantime, rest and acquaint yourselves with one another, both new and old - they will be your brothers and sisters in arms going forward; be each other's shield and sword. Help yourselves to whatever food and drink we have, you will need your strength for what is to come. We will deploy soon after our targets have been finalized.">​

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She crossed her arms over her chest as she offered them all a brief nod, before her gaze turned to Hakon Fett , and spoke his name to call him over, <"Hakon."> , gesturing with her hand towards a tent with a holomap that would serve to visualize and designate their target. She intended for Hakon to take point on one of their targets given his savagery and efficiency for the task at hand. ​

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The hour of wolves had begun.​

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Hakon Fett | Trajan Fett | Khama Fett | Ninurta Slaabur'r | Celt Saxon | The Operator | Gaanla Munin | Livia Cadera | Sahan Dragr | Sig Dryggo | Kaiyra Munin ​

 

[The Operator]

The Morut|A meeting| Hoylin

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"Whatever works, I'm sure they'll be on board in time."

The Skirata Clansmen shrugged and responded apathetically. Their clan, Beskad, had long been collecting dust; it was about time that the clan reclaimed its glory and got revenge for the errors of the past. Beneath their helmet, they scowled at the thought of dealing with Gilamar or the other elders, who were always ready to deflect with words of 'wisdom'.

<"The old generation needs to make way for the new; I tried with words. Hopefully, the fruit of this endeavour speaks much louder in time."
Hakon Fett