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[Aloy Vizsla]

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Tag: Darsch Vizsla | Raiven Vizsla | Tan'yill Vizsla | Kranak Vizsla | Aro Vizsla | Ki'an Vizsla | Tahlah Vizsla | River Kryze | Jan Kryze |

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The future of House Vizsla had been uncertain since the Red Coronation, Their reputation and relation with the other clans in tatters and the house split down the middle and their home abandoned. Though her predecessor Darsch Vizsla had sided with Mand'alor the Infernal when her kin fled, Aloy Vizsla held no such loyalties. She was in the unique position of having remained neutral through the whole ordeal, Taking to a life of Bounty Hunting since she was but a child. Or so the rumors would have you believe.

Few outside the mandalore sector knew Aloy Vizsla, And her true origins were still a mystery most within the Clan she now led. Those who had come from Clan Naudir would know that Aloy was not born of Clan Vizsla, But a long dead clan that fell to infighting during the red coronation, And that she had been made a Vizsla by her now Ex-lover Darsch shortly before becoming Alor in Darsch's stead, Which rose a few brows in quiet circles. Those who were not familiar with the story of their love knew only that Aloy was a mercenary and a starbound rogue that, For whatever reason, Had been chosen by Darsch as a second, And devoted all her time and energy to rebuilding this house ever since.

And to those who knew her within circles of the mandalorian union, They knew her as the Ex-commander of the Nite Owls who'd waged war against Apollyon The Betrayer 's Sith aligned Death Watch, Leading what she called "The Shadow Crusade" in the defense of mandalore, Only to leave it all behind in the blink of an eye. What exactly happened, Few truly know, But Aloy Vizsla had been quiet ever since.

Until now.

A message had appeared a few days ago, Broadcast across the mandalore sector or sent directly to Mandalorians calling themselves Vizsla.

<"I am Aloy Vizsla, Previously Blue hand of Mand'alor the Reclaimer, Right hand of Darsch Vizsla, And now Alor of House Vizsla of Roon. For too long our House has remained splintered and broken, A shadow of our former glory, Fighting among ourselves for scraps. No more.">

<"Like my predecessor, Darsch Vizsla, Champion of Krieg, I am to rebuild this House, To be worthy of the name Vizsla. But more importantly, I aim to build my kin a place that we may call Home. Through the strife of exile and through the blood, Sweat and tears shed by myself and my kin along the hired warrior's path, We have claimed both resources and territory to rebuild this house anew. But this is only the first page in our story, And to fill it, We need each and every one of you. Whether you follow me is your choice and yours alone, But I invite you to our new home all the same. To Roon, Home of the Enclave and of House Vizsla, To the north-most corner of the Daba'r continent. There you will find me and you will find home; Skyhold.">

Aloy had sent the message recently, And spent the time between then and now setting up a place for them to meet. In the southern stretch of Vizsla territory on Roon, where the warm deserts became cold and met with the snow of their new home, She sat in a cantina that had recently been finished, The sound of worker droids and busy hired help all around her as they laid tracks for a magnetic train outside and constructed other buildings. Homes, Armouries, Supply depots and starport docks all lay either finished or half built in that little town, Merely a stepping stone.

Soon a beacon was activated, Telling all who ventured north that this was a safe harbor. And so Aloy sat on the counter of her new cantina and played her guitar while the beacon's data and the little village's new name were uploaded.

It was called; "Sol'yc saor" meaning, First page.

Spoiler: OOC:

Hey Vizslas! This is just a social thread to get everyone acquainted and for everyone to get a first look at the Alor, Aloy Vizsla. If you're not already on our discord then you haven't heard, So just PM myself if you'd like access to the thread but aren't a member yet. Outside of social rp, This is probably going to be a "Bring your own fun" kinda deal but I'm happy to help you work in little events and scenes if you like!

PS: You're not restricted to arriving as is, You can type up a quick entry saying you were already here if you like, As Aloy's message is a few days old

 

[Darsch Vizsla]

Enter, Darsch Vizsla
The sound of the engines of the old Solstice was light hum as the freighter went through lightspeed. In the cockpit, Darsch sat out of her armor sipping from her flask. It had the emblem of clan naudir. Her cybernetic hand raised to wipe the excess drink from her lips. She sighs looking at stars as they flew past. The Red Haired Mandalorian was deep in her thoughts. It been a while since she had left the Union and the clan after she became disillusioned with both. The clan was under the Enclave which was under the CIS. She didn't like outside factors controlling the clan, if it were up to her, she would've started an insurgency on Krieg.

Now the Union on the other hand was much more different. She wanted Mandalore free and joined the union just to free it. Now she believed it wasn't truly free, not without a Vizsla at the helm. Her thoughts of extremist activities would always stop when Raiven pops into her head. Raiven, her little girl. Well not so little. She was only a clone though but had Darsch's DNA and some looks, along with her late wife, Vhei. Oh Vhie. The ship comes out of Lightspeed above Roon before sweeping down heading towards the settlement in the Vizsla Territory.

Darsch would stand up as the ship guided itself to the ground. She quickly dressed up in her iconic armor which was now painted a snow white color. The only the symbol on her armor was the Clan Vizsla emblem which was the only faction she respected and held closer than anything else. She only hoped that the Clan was in good condition. Her mind was eased when she remembered Aloy was in control. It was going to be pretty awkward when she talked to her with her new lover around. Now Darsch saw her more of a sister type figure than a lover anymore. It was rushed, both sides. Darsch was a married woman and she didn't hold up the oath when Vhei died. She sighs again taking one more sip of alcohol before stepping out of the cockpit.

The Solstice touches down outside the main settlement as Darsch walked over to the door as it lowered. "Raiven! We're here. You better be dressed.." She shouts as she heads down the ramp with her helmet on. It was good to be setting foot on Roon again after the long absence she had.

Aloy Vizsla

 

[Tahlah Vizsla]

Aloy Vizsla Darsch Vizsla

Tahlah was brought up in Clan Vizsla since she was a tadpole. However, that small band of the clan, that mostly acted as small time mercenaries, has stopped on Roon for some relative peace to allow them to put up their feet a bit. The clan has territory there, so it was perfect to relax and do what they pleased. As Tahlah has just come of age to be a full-fledged warrior for the clan, she was spending her night celebrating at a cantina at some small outlying settlement that she had no clue what it was named. The Corellian brandy was the strongest stuff they had, and so it was good for the celebration sake. She was alone to take a break from those that brought her up for once. To get a proper taste of the independence she is on the cusp of getting. As she took a couple sips, an announcement from the Alor was shown across the monitors (This is Vizsla territory after all), it called for all Vizsla's that were willing to rendezvous at some location with a few hints at where to start looking.

Funnily that was just a couple days' ride via speederbike. She snagged one on her way to this armpit of Vizsla territory, and who's to stop her from still using it. So, after the announcement, she downed the brandy, and mounted up. Her black, unpolished, and hardly painted Beskar seemed to soak in the light shining from the windows of the cantina instead of reflecting it like the stuff would usually do. A sign she needs to get it maintenanced ASAP.

The ride was quick. Took her about a day and a half because of the speed she pushed the bike. By the time she reached this Skyhold, it was sunset. It was quiet. Seemed the party hardly started much. There was at least a ship there. Tahlah glanced at it to notice the Vizsla crest on it, so at least somebody was home. As she walked down the street, she remained silent, and analytical, of the area. She drew her gun out of habit while still eyeing the place. She continued to look at the ship. Looked like it just landed, with the ramp down and lights on. A figure in the recognizable armor, though intriguingly painted white, was walking down. Certainly home. She then returned the blaster pistol to its holster, and continued to walk down the road of town a bit more casually. Though, this Aloy should already be here before anyone else arrived. This ship was not her's, but another member of the clan. "Where is the Alor?", She thought to herself, as she continued on her way, "Following the Alor will be a lot more fun than the small band I've been running with so far. There's bound to be some nice action following her. May even get to meet some of the other higher-ups too. That'll be fun."

 

[Tan'yill Vizsla]

SKYHOLD

Tag: Aloy Vizsla , Darsch Vizsla , Tahlah Vizsla

The sound of strings played by a quite talented hand reached through the audio receptors and inside her buy'c, the mandalorian helmet that had now became standard practice for her to wear, along with the rest of the armor, the beskar'gam. Passers by would never mistake her for another race, as the two lekkus, with its blue tips sticking out from under the black armorweave that protected them, elegantly followed her wherever she walked. Weapon wise, other than the deadly enough shockgloves that belonged to the beskar'gam, she carried a beskad on her back and two sleek blaster pistols in each reversed holsters in the belt. The blasters being a gift from dear Aloy, her Red, and Force willing soon to be wife.

The receptors picked up the soothing tunes even before Tan entered the newly built cantina. She knew from whos hand the tunes came. She had heard that particular instrument before, and considered herself lucky to share a life with its owner. A life that had so far taken them here. The future would tell what laid ahead of them and the clan, and truth to be told, this recently started endeavor was looking spectacular.

Tan entered the cantina on silent feet, walked through the vestibule and peaked through the doorway into the main room. As expected, she saw Aloy sitting in there, on the new and unscratched bar counter playing her guitar. Tan got a flashback to her teenage days playing drums. She smiled behind the helmet and leaned casually against the door frame. That redheaded mandalorian always got her to smile.

''Some speech before, gorgeous. But then again, what is to be expected of my Alor if only the best of things?'' Blue said and chuckled, before pushing herself from the doorway and walked over to said Alor and lover. ''Fancy place! I could definately see us celebrating our victories and accomplishments over a glass or two of corellian whiskey here...'' she said and took a glance around before reaching Aloy. ''Are you excited to meet with the clan now then?'' she continued and leaned in, grabbing her shoulder gently to give her a passionate keldabe kiss.

 

[Aloy Vizsla]

S K Y H O L D

Tag: Tan'yill Vizsla | Darsch Vizsla | Raiven Vizsla | Tahlah Vizsla |

The tune slowly grew quiet as Tan'yill spoke up, Aloy looking up at her Blue, Her future wife, With a warm smile beneath her helm that she only wished Blue could see.

''Fancy place! I could definately see us celebrating our victories and accomplishments over a glass or two of corellian whiskey here...''

<"Oh this is just the beginning, Blue. But I'd share a glass with you anywhere~"> She says while setting aside her guitar and sliding herself off the counter be at eye-level with her partner, Only for Blue to pull her into the famed Keldabe kiss. Hmmh. She'd learned to be a mandalorian so fast, And Aloy couldn't be prouder. Nor could she be happier, Pressing the dome of her helmet to Tan'yill's with one hand on her back and the other upside her helm. No place I'd rather be.

''Are you excited to meet with the clan now then?

<"Excited, Anxious as hell, Same difference"> She chuckles softly, Reluctantly letting go <"I'm not even sure if they'll follow me. But then, It's been too long since I had a clan and family... If this goes well, Than today is the first step in reaching out to both. Clan Vizsla is~">

Speak of the devil, A familiar Vizsla steps in, Prompting Aloy to let go of her partner suddenly and stare in awe. Though Darsch Vizsla's armor had been repainted, Aloy would recognize the familiar gash through even the beskar and the crack in her visor. She hadn't expected to see Darsch again and yet here she was.

<"Long time no see, Darsch"> She nervously adjusts the red scarf around her neck, Unsure of what to say or what to make of Darsch's return. She was glad to see her old partner and ex-lover alive and well of course, But her intent was unknown. It could be as simple as visiting an old friend, Or even an attempt at reestablishing her Alorship of Clan Vizsla.

Before she could come to a decision however, More began entering the building behind Darsch, Including the young clone, Raiven Vizsla, And a nautolan mandalorian who's natural abilities could easily read the slight unease to the air.

 

[Raiven Vizsla]

Raiven had followed her mother from Kamino to Krieg and now from Krieg to Roon in a series of strange little adventures that she had come to enjoy, The young Clone simply taking in the galaxy around her all the while. Darsch had done her best to raise Raiven to be a proper mandalorian of course, But everything outside their ways seemed so alien to her, Having grown to this state in a matter of months and lacking the childhood that would have developed so many others. Thusly, Raiven was... Odd.

<"Se cuy'gar vode! I'm Raiven of Clan Vizsla, What's your name?">

Very odd indeed, For a mandalorian at least.

As instructed by her mother, The little redheaded mandalorian had donned her beskar'gam, Made in a hybrid of nite owl and post-imperial style in a spectacular golden metallic hue with chaotic black markings all over, And had quietly followed her to the strange little cantina where "Aunt Aloy" wished to meet them.

For what she did not know yet, But she would find out one way or another, Even if she had to interrogate the entire planet on threat of being present even longer.

Darsch Vizsla | Aloy Vizsla | Tan'yill Vizsla | Tahlah Vizsla |

 

[Darsch Vizsla]

Darsch stood there in front of Aloy with Raiven behind her. She stares at Aloy to the point she could probably feel her eye piercing through the beskar into Aloy's soul. They had both changed up looks it seemed. Darsch had painted her armor a white and removed any emblems from any faction she was apart of prior, only having the Signet of Clan Vizsla. Her head slowly turned to the blue twi-lek that had fallen in love with her ex. She growls slightly remembering how fast they had gotten together after Darsch's breakup. The former alor would look like she would be about to speak up about it before it seemed she calmed herself down.

As Aloy spoke up, she shifted her judgmental gaze now back to Aloy, an eyebrow raising under helmet. Yes. It had been quite long since they last spoke. She had told a lot about Aloy to her young daughter. Telling her the quests they went on together except the romance parts. She always told her that she was more of a sister to Darsch than anything.

"Yes.. It has been quite sometime. A good many changes have come to our clan. We've grown.."

She began walking around the room with an intimidating stride. Darsch was one to not be messed with for sure. Personally, she had lost count of all the lives she has taken. She looked around at the new faces noticing a good amount of non humans which surprised her. Darsch wasn't no Xenophobe. She felt proud that different species had aligned under on Creed, and that was the way of the Mandalor. The way of the Vizsla.

"Still letting the Union limit you? Hold our clan back from our true potential?"

She turns back to Aloy walking back now, her boots making an intimidating jingle. Darsch realized the Union was what was holding the clan back from being what it once was. Her ideals were starting to line up with her Ancestor, Pre Vizsla. She would probably be seen as a radical of sorts. But Darsch knew things and she was a smart woman. She stops in front of Aloy continuing to gaze at her.

Aloy Vizsla Tan'yill Vizsla Tahlah Vizsla Raiven Vizsla

 

[Kranak Vizsla]

Location: Space, Enroute to Roon
Local Time: 18:15
Date: -DATA CORRUPTED-
Objective: Reunion with the Clan and the House
Ship: M-30S Krayt Gunship
Equipment: Loadout 1 (Minus the Backpack, Scatter Gun and Westar-M5)
Tags: Aloy Vizsla | Tan'yill Vizsla | Tahlah Vizsla | Darsch Vizsla | Raiven Vizsla


His Alor’s message to Vizsla’s like himself was a couple of days old now. She had set up a place for them to meet. It was a planet called Roon, at the edge of Wild Space but within Confederate territory. He’d never been to Wild Space before. He was getting nervous while he sat on his pilot’s seat, punching in the planet’s coordinates to his nav computer before he jumped into hyperspace. Shortly after his Verd’goten -He was at the age of thirteen at the time- he had quickly decided to venture out into the vast galaxy before him, finding jobs as a Bounty Hunter and a Mercenary. He hadn’t had the time to socialize with his fellow clansmen, for years. <Yes, you did.> his conscience spoke. <You just never chose to go back.> With a grimace, his left hand paused at the thought, resting on the hyperdrive controls. He had finished punching in the coordinates. The hyperdrive was active and running, but he hadn't jumped to hyperspace yet. It was true. He chose not to go back; he didn’t know why. Maybe he was enthralled by the vastness of the galaxy he had seen before him years ago, or lost in the hunt for glory, always seeking out the next worthy foe to put six feet under. He slowly inclined his head downward at the thought. He felt like an outsider to the House now. He was gone for way too long. He did come across a few of his vode at some point; namely Cerar, Ki’an and his Clan Alor, Aloy. But that was it. Only three vode, out of probably the biggest Mandalorian House there is. Just three.

Looking back at his actions in the past, he viewed himself as selfish. <You wronged them...> His hands clenched with anger, his grimace turning to a frown. He was angry with himself. That behaviour wasn’t like him. He’d gladly put his life on the line for his vode. But it was true, he wronged them. He did neglect one of the six actions for a long time. Aliit, his tribe. When was the last time he did something for his clan, for his house? Guilt washed over him at the thought. <...but it’s not too late to make things right.> Yes… while he drew breath, he could still accomplish things that would benefit the clan and the house. Though it was best to get reacquainted with his fellow kin first. He lifted his head and reached for the hyperdrive controls. He jumped into hyperspace shortly after, headed for Roon. The trip didn’t take him too long to complete. Ten minutes later, he translated out of hyperspace, with the planet in sight.

It was a gorgeous looking planet. It’s terrain primarily consisted of plains, frozen mountians, mudfields and oceans. It had some forests here and there, as well. His current point of interest was highlighted on his HUD as he made entry through the planet’s atmosphere, headed for the provided coordinates on Roon. It didn’t take him too long to fly over the compound after making entry through the atmosphere. The compound was within his sights. It wasn’t much to look at now, but he liked the chosen location for the House. He flew overhead in his gunship to find a good spot to land. He spotted an opening, nearby a parked freighter within the compound. That would be sufficient for his ship to land. He lowered his altitude and his speed as he started his descent towards the spot he would land. Flipping a switch, he lowered his gunship’s landing gear. A few moments later, the gunship had touched down. He turned off the engines before he got up from his pilot’s seat. He reached for his helmet as he stood up and wore the helmet while he made his way to his gunship’s boarding ramp. With the flick of a switch, he lowered the boarding ramp. He walked down the ramp as he scanned his surroundings, his armored boots clanging with a muffled clatter as he walked.

These parts appeared to be semi-arid, with the snowy mountain range in the distance to the north. The air he breathed was quite chilly. Around him, there was a lot of construction equipment lying around, with many buildings still under construction. There were a number of construction droids and construction workers moving about, performing their duties. He started to wander around and find where the meeting would take place. The coarse soil crunched gently beneath his feet as he walked. It didn’t take him long to find the place. He spotted a cantina to his right, about fifty meters in the distance. This had to be the first building that was finished in the compound. He assumed that’d be the place. If it wasn’t, he could ask around if necessary. He made his way towards the structure, glancing around occasionally while he made his way towards it.

He heard voices -one of which was familiar- coming from inside the Cantina. <Yeah, this is probably the place.> He paused momentarily before he entered the Cantina. He wasn’t sure what he would be facing. Would he be scorned for being away from the clan for far too long? Or would he be greeted just like any other vode? There was only one way to find out. The tall, heavily muscular Mandalorian ducked his head slightly as he entered through the Cantina’s push doors. It appeared they were just gathering up in the Cantina. There were only four vode -now five, counting him- in the building. He was quick to identify his Alor in the room, but the rest he wasn’t acquainted with, yet. It appeared his Alor and another vod were engaged in a conversation. He would say [“Su cuy’gar, vode.”] when he’d find the appropriate moment to announce his presence. He wouldn’t want to be rude and interrupt them.

 

[Tahlah Vizsla]

Tags: Aloy Vizsla Darsch Vizsla Raiven Vizsla Kranak Vizsla Tan'yill Vizsla

The town was quiet as she walked through. Some droids building the structures along the street, but no sign of the Alor yet. That was not until she got to the cantina, seemingly the first building constructed. She heard the sounds of women talking, and Tahlah knew that was where they were. As she walked in, the room went silent. From what she could gather, it was not quiet because of her. That white armored one beat her here, and it seemed a younger one came with the white armored one. There was definitely some uneasiness here, and that might by an understatement. She slightly waved when the kid greeted them all. She remained silent simply because she did not want to say anything stupid. Just waiting for direct address from the Alor or somebody else here.

When she got herself situated in the forming cluster/circle of conversation, she put up the mask part of her helmet like that of a welding mask to reveal her face to her fellow clansmen. Grey skin, some black flecks along the cheeks and forehead, and a sort of chiseled look with softened edges. The lifted mask slid up to cover the top of her head, and some of the black tattoos on the tendrils.

A new vod came in. She waved, and waited for any developments. She could sense the uneasiness in the room, and would prefer to stand there and take it all in before she said anything. She certainly did not come all this way, leaving the small band that raised her, to make herself look like a fool in front of the Alor and various others among her clan. She just stood there looking hospitable and receptive with her expression.

 

[Tan'yill Vizsla]

SKYHOLD

Tag: Aloy Vizsla , Darsch Vizsla , Raiven Vizsla, Tahlah Vizsla, Kranak Vizsla

''If they truly value your efforts... Your reached out hand... Much like you reached out and grabbed mine... They'll follow you to the edge of the galaxy. You said it yourself; it's just the beginning.'' Tan said, before the sound of boots and door opening reached them.

Tan turned and took a step back as the first of the others had walked through the door, namely Darsch which she had only got to meet very briefly before the... ''love triangle'' was split up. That was not one single persons fault. Unexpected events had played a decisive part and the decision was as much Darsch's as it was theirs. It had been clear from the start that Darsch did not exactly share that point of view. Leant back against the bar counter, Tan watched with hands relaxed on the belt buckle how Darsch spared her a silent look and seemed to be about to say something. Something unpleasant by the feeling of the stare. She met the look dead on with a hazel gaze turning green-yellowish behind the black t-visor. She didn't move a muscle, and was slightly relieved when Darsch turned to Aloy and spoke up. More relieved for Aloy's sake, than of her own, as she had planned this for weeks and had a vision Tan would not see kindly upon if it was broken by some old grudge. And, the white armored mandalorian had a kid with her. It would have been really pretty if the first thing they did was to brawl in front of her, wouldn't it?

More people, more mandalorians called here by the Alor, started to arrive at the cantina. A rather tall male and then a figure almost half a jawa shorter, who turned out to be a young nautolan. The mandalorian creed in general and Clan Vizsla in particular attracted a wide variety of characters, indeed. All hopefully honoring the creed and followed the same ideals.

"Still letting the Union limit you? Hold our clan back from our true potential?"

Not much time was given to greet the newcomers as Darsch finished her stride around the room and approached Aloy. Now. Now, Tan reacted pushing her rear from the counter and walked up beside and a ahead of Aloy, meeting the mandalorian in white up front.

''I'm holding back pretty much right now! One thing is the urge to drink, and the other thing... well, it's not a drink...'' she stated in a cold voice through the vocabulator, feeling her muscles tense and ears could almost hear the bell ring in the distance. She would not have it Aloy being accused of holding things back and obstructing their progress and potential. In another world and another time, knuckles and kicks would have been flying right now but when her gaze once more fell upon the kid, she took a silent breath and calmed down a notch. ''A beer? Whiskey? What would you have, Darsch?'' she said and offered a more friendly continuation of the evening, and tried to hide her rather pissed off feelings the best she could.

 

[Andel Vizsla]

The Hellion rumbles a bit as it exits from hyperspace over Roon. Andel knew he was late for the meet up. While he wasn't a member of any wider factions that seem to have developed within his house, he's still a Vizsla. He hopes this to be the chance he's been searching for, an opportunity to finally learn what has happened to his clan. While all Mandalorians hold some sort of value to Andel, his clan meant far more.

He begins to descend towards the planet, slowing himself down in the case that he's hailed or approached by other vessels. Provided that no one comes to stop him, he continues his drop through the atmosphere and towards the planet's surface. He takes notice of a few ships landed within a specific area. Figuring it'll suffice, the Mandalorian carefully lands the old Firespray in the same area. While he was careful not to damage the other vessels, this was to keep his father's old ship from getting damaged rather than those of some strangers. Once his ship has firmly landed on solid ground, once again causing the craft to rumble, Andel makes his way out. As he climbs down the ramp, he cautiously takes a look around. He keeps himself on edge and his hand ready to grip his blaster should someone pop off. After all, a Force-sensitive always needs to keep his head in a swivel when dealing with Mandalorians, even though he himself is one. That's what he learned in his youth, anyway.

Andel finally steps off the ramp, the familiar feeling of actual land beneath his boots was actually rather comforting. He didn't tell people, but he wasn't fond of flying. He starts to make his way towards a cantina nearby. While he doesn't drink, he figures the locals within will know more about the little assembly and where it was located. Upon entering, he looks around a little and notices a view.... unique-looking individuals. Even among Mandalorians it wasn't hard to identify the ones of importance. He decides it best to be cautious. After all, he didn't know these people and they likely didn't know him. You wouldn't let some random guy come up at your home and just let him claim he's your family, especially if you're a Mandalorian. He takes a seat at the bar near the group. His desire is to be close enough to hear their discussion but far enough away that he doesn't draw attention.

Tags: Tan'yill Vizsla Aloy Vizsla Darsch Vizsla Raiven Vizsla Tahlah Vizsla Kranak Vizsla ​

 

[Ki'an Vizsla]

"Maybe we just shouldn't go." Ki'an suggested as Lily adjusted the straps on the carrier that fixed the baby securely to his chest. "What if she makes a fuss?" He asked, looking down at his daughter who looked up at him with big green eyes. "The only one making a fuss here is you." His wife replied, taking a step back and placing her hands on her hips as she raised an eyebrow and smiled at the amusing sight before her. Ki'an couldn't help but share the infectious smile. Having been responsible for finding a babysitter, he had openly admitted to being the reason they were in this predicament after getting the date wrong.

"At least we can go out this time next week..?" He gave her a playful smile to which she scoffed and shook her head before smiling and taking a few slow steps towards him and looping her arms around his neck. "At least? I think you'll find you'll be taking me out somewhere very nice this time next week." She replied, all in good jest. Neither could ever stay mad at the other for very long. "I thought as much." He chuckled and planted a tender kiss on her forehead from which she pulled away from after a few moments with a smile. "Let's go." She declared, positioning her helmet under her arm.

The pair walked down the ship's ramp towards the cantina they had been invited to along with other members of their house and clan. It had been so long since they had a place to call home and just as long since they had the capacity to socialise with those they called family. Now they were no longer at war, they could live in relative peace again, at least... as peaceful as it could get for Mandalorians.

Upon entering the cantina, he immediately saw Kranak and clapped the shoulder of his younger ally with the hand not carrying the helmet and offered a friendly smile, oblivious to any other social interactions happening in the cantina. "Su cuy'gar, vod." He greeted the other before moving past him and further into the cantina, not wanting to prevent Kranak from socialising with others since the two were already pretty familiar with each other. He walked over to an empty table near the others and took a seat while Lily went to grab them some drinks.

Beneath his chin, wide eyes glanced around the room at the new faces and colourful armour and when that got boring curious hands reached out and tried to grab someone's drink from the table which the Mandalorian caught just in time and placed further back on the table, out of the infant's reach. "No, Aerin." He told her, though he lacked sternness, prompting her to look up at her father momentarily before reaching for the tempting buttons on one of his vambraces, unfazed. Ki'an moved his wrist out of reach and with his other hand he pulled a small bag of cookies out of his belt which he opened and handed to the child in the hopes of appeasing her.

Tan'yill Vizsla Aloy Vizsla Darsch Vizsla Raiven Vizsla Tahlah Vizsla Kranak Vizsla Andel Vizsla

 

[Aloy Vizsla]

F I R S T P A G E

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Tag: Darsch Vizsla | Tan'yill Vizsla | Kranak Vizsla | Andel Vizsla | Tahlah Vizsla |

<"Careful, Kriegir"> She hums, Turning to Darsch "Just because you used to be in my shoes doesn't mean they fit you anymore."

<"I am done fighting other people's wars. If the mandalore summons the clans than by the resol'nare I am honorbound to oblige but until that day comes, My first and only loyalty is my Aliit. My Clan. I left he Nite Owls and Mandalore's governors long behind..."> She scoffs, Crossing her arms.

It seemed that even after abandoning the clan to Aloy, Darsch still didn't trust her with it. Story of my life.

<"I will build a legacy for this house that will rival even Pre Vizsla's. And from the helm I watch my vode build their own. But I will not have Mandalore breathing down my neck. Or Krieg..."> She says the last with a soft emphasis, To remind Darsch that her judgement didn't mean what it once had. Not anymore.



They were friends, She hoped. But the time of politics from a gilded throne was over. Here; Aloy stood her ground, And would not bend.
Not for anyone.
Never again.


By that time, Others had entered, And this incident was likely now a spectacle, Something she needed to fix soon.

"I'm holding back pretty much right now! One thing is the urge to drink, and the other thing... well, it's not a drink..."
Tan'yill says, Stepping between the two.
Aloy can only sigh can defeat. She was supposed to be rallying her people and the two loves in her life were about to be at each other's throat... Funny enough, Even with the cybernetics Darsch possessed, She wasn't entirely sure who would win if a duel was called.
'A beer? Whiskey? What would you have, Darsch?''

<"Thanks, Darlin'. I'll take a whisky if you please, Just like old times~"> She chirps, A cheeky smirk spreading across her lips beneath the visor before turning back to Darsch
<"Darsch, Let's drink this one out and save the formalities for another time, Shall we? No point in souring the mood when you don't even know why I've gathered us. Besides, Wouldn't wanna do this in front of the kid...">

It was then that her attention had finally left Darsch, Sad as the thought was, And finally took in all the other Vizslas arriving. They were few to be sure, But more than her pessimistic ass had imagined.

Kranak was easy to recognize as he ducked into the building, The large and black-clad vod greeting all present and receiving a slight bow of Aloy's hand-printed head in return.
There were new helms here however, Such as the nautolan woman that drew her curiosity, A welcome albeit unfamiliar face in sight as her visor raised, No doubt letting the alien woman feel the unease in the air, Practically radiating anxiety and doubt from Aloy like radiation from a punctured reactor, Even though outwardly she stood still like a beskar statue of some ancient paragon lost to a glorious history.

Ardel, Whom she'd never met, Skulking about the edge of the gathering with a wary demeanor as most mandalorians and indeed any wise mandalorian should.

But lastly came Ki'an, The oddly chipper medic she'd met on Kashyyk sometime ago, A welcome face. Seeing him arrive with child and wife in tow, It brought a certain warmth to the gunslinger's smokey, Whisky-addled heart.

<"Ki'an and Kranak-Kriffing Vizsla!"> She calls out with a hearty laugh <"I was hoping to see you here. You two, And your families, Are welcome beneath my decrepit roof any day">

Then she steps back, Turning to climb up on the bar-counter, Though who knew if she'd reach the thing before being addressed with question or retort <"I bet you're all wondering why I called from watering-hole~">

 

[Darsch Vizsla]

Darsch growls slightly gripping her fists as Aloy spoke up against her. She said some very strong words in Mando'a that could be picked up be Raiven. She did like one thing about that little thing. So, she had left the Union behind. It prompts Darsch to smirk under her helmet. The Mandalorian would begin to walk around Aloy sizing her up, her visor staring coldly at Aloy. Her head turns hearing Tan'yill speak up about alcohol. It was quite known that there'd definitely be some drinking, if there wasn't, it wouldn't be a true Mandalorian gathering. She twists her helmet off with a hiss of air.

Darsch lifts it up to reveal her scarred yet pretty face. Her red hair fell to her side covering the glow of her cybernetic eye. The woman had lost the angered look moving to one of neutrality. She took her helmet, clipping it to her belt with her superduper cool cyborg arm. Like way better than anything in this room. Yeah, Flex. Her head turns to the pretty blue twi'lek. Man, Aloy truly was a lucky sonuvagun. Darsch was just a lonely farmer with an angsty rebellious teen.

"Hm.. You had me at drink.. I'll have a pint of ale, biggest mug you got."

She manages to break a smirk at the talk of alcohol. She glances over at Raiven.

"You want something?"

Aloy Vizsla Raiven Vizsla Tan'yill Vizsla

 

[Tan'yill Vizsla]

SKYHOLD

Tag: Aloy Vizsla , Darsch Vizsla , Kranak Vizsla , Ki'an Vizsla , Tahlah Vizsla, Raiven Vizsla​

It was of no doubt to her that Aloy could speak for herself, which she also did when Darsch taunted her and seemingly tried to get under her skin. However, Tan's protective feelings against Aloy was unyielding after what they had went through.

The bitter tone, threatening stance and general behavior from the so called Blue Demon of Krieg to her partner, was something Tan simply could not approve. It burned one fuse after another in the twi'lek mando, especially when Darsch didn't seem to get the picture to back off, but instead continued to walk back and forth, sizing her partner and lover up. Blue was following Blue with her own intense green-yellowish stare through the visor, not once letting go of her fellow mandalorian. She didn't say a thing. She kept cool and just colored an imaginary line on the floor which if Darsch passed it would definitely seal a fight tonight.

Just then, Aloy's sweet chirp broke in and cut off the tension ever so slightly.

<"Thanks, Darlin'. I'll take a whisky if you please, Just like old times~">

"Hm.. You had me at drink.. I'll have a pint of ale, biggest mug you got." followed Darsch, seemingly done with this chit for tonight.

Tan spared Darsch a glance and short nod of confirmation. She turned to Aloy, took a step forward to her and laid a gloved but very gentle hand upon the cheek of her buy'c, caressing it shortly and locking their gazes through the t-visors. This woman...

As Darsch turned to ask the kid if she wanted something, Tan went behind the bar and proceeded to take her buy'c off just like many were doing now. Her green-yellowish gaze had cooled down a bit and maybe Aloy could have noticed that they had been burning just a moment ago. Just as the time Tan had seen Aloy's cybernetic leg for the first time. Oh, yes - she could see when it was not a time to mess with the rutian. Tan put the buy'c on the counter and looked at them both. Darsch had good looks, that much was true and she could see why her partner once had fell in love with her. The fiery red hair and the scars witnessed that she was as dangerous as she was attractive.

Tossing back the one lekku that was resting on her chest, she poured up a whisky for Aloy and a pint of ale for Darsch and put them on the counter before pouring a good healthy shortglass of whiskey herself. Aloy then climbed up on the counter and initiated her speech. Tan nodded at everyone else to signal that the bar was open if they wanted anything, before she turned to Darsch.

''You heard the boss; let's drink this one out. Spare the formalities for later...'' she said while looking at the Blue Demon's emerald green eyes and, offered a truce through a toast. Wether the truce was accepted or not, she took a healthy drink out of the glass and let the strong amber colored booze travel down to her stomach with ease. Aloy had really made good choices when stacking the bar up for the opening. ''Your kid?'' she asked shortly, glancing at the little mandalorian while letting the aftertaste spread to all her tastebuds.

 

[Andel Vizsla]

Andel is careful, feeling rather on edge in the sea of unfamiliar Mandalorians. Even though he knew they all had some connection to his clan, it didn't make him feel any more comfortable. Although, he imagines it's just being around people after so long on his own. Whatever the reason, he's keeping himself on high alert. Although his helmet doesn't move much, his eyes do. They're constantly jumping to every form of movement beneath his black visor. His ears, however, are focused on the cluster of women. The two redheads and the Twi'lek. He found their dispute rather.... childish. Honestly, he had hoped more of his kin. Then again, Mandalorians have a history of pettiness. People like to rebrand it as "pride", but he prefers to call it what it is.

While the argument seems to focus on the Alor's ability to lead the clan, Andel feels a lot of underlying tension amongst the gaggle. Whatever it is, he hopes it doesn't stack around. It seems irritating and a group of leaders constantly bickering is more likely to fail than revive anything. Goodness knows the clan doesn't need that right now. If this assortment is indicative of the rest of the clan, then they're screwed. Royally screwed. He wonders if this sort of behavior is why the Mandalorians are floundering presently. Fighting amongst yourselves is always a recipe for total disaster. It's a shame, honestly, he still believes the Mandalorians to be the single greatest civilization in the galaxy. The issue is they're often poorly directed or constantly squabbling.

Andel rises from his seat and approaches the three women. Although his demeanor is calm, he's simply tired of the talking. He approaches them as Aloy climbs onto the table.

"I've been listening to your little discussion. I have to say that I'm unimpressed. You called together the scattered remains of multiple clans and yet you've shown us all no reason to follow you. Is this display insight to what your reign as Alor will be? A lot of bickering and no action?"

Perhaps his tone sounds more scornful than he is. However, nothing was ever achieved through silence. Andel clasps his arms together behind his back, his pose rather confident. He feels, at least, that he has a good point. The fact that he stood up to say this in a room filled with Mandalorians likely loyal to this Alor probably isn't his wisest move, but it's a bold one.

"Our people have a long history of fighting, both externally and internally. So far I've seen three women of respect and influence continue the trend of inciting conflict within our ranks rather than outside. How are we supposed to rise up from ashes if we're constantly kicking one another back down? I am not saying you are unworthy, Alor, but I am saying you have much maturing to do."

Tags: Aloy Vizsla Tan'yill Vizsla Darsch Vizsla Kranak Vizsla Ki'an Vizsla Tahlah Vizsla Raiven Vizsla ​

 

[Kranak Vizsla]

Location: Roon, Skyhold, Cantina
Local Time: 18:24
Date: -DATA CORRUPTED-
Objective: Reunion with the Clan and the House
Ship: M-30S Krayt Gunship
Equipment: Loadout 1 (Minus the Backpack, Scatter Gun and Westar-M5)
Tags: Aloy Vizsla | Tan'yill Vizsla | Darsch Vizsla | Ki'an Vizsla | Tahlah Vizsla | Raiven Vizsla

The atmosphere in the cantina was tense. The muscular and tall Supercommando -leaning his back against the wall behind him with his arms crossed- watched his clan Alor, Darsch and a Twi’lek vod -He didn’t know her by name yet- argue fiercely. It sounded to him like the three of them shared a long history, with some scores they wanted to settle. He chose not to intervene with that, unless things started to turn real sour. He doubted they would resort to their blasters to solve their issues, but you’d never know. It certainly would not be the first time in Mandalorian history where disputes between clan members concluded with violence, nor would it be the last.

The Mandalorian felt a friendly tap on his left shoulder while he gazed at Darsch and Alor arguing. Shaking out himself from his muse, he turned his head to the left to see who wanted his attention. A wide smile spread across the big guy’s face when his gaze met the warm, friendly smile of his friend, Ki’an. He wouldn’t be able to see his smile, but he could hear the joy in the big guy’s sonorous voice.

"Su cuy'gar, vod."

[“Su cuy’gar, vod!”] he responded in return to Ki’an’s greeting. He would’ve greeted him with a kovnyn as well, but Ki’an wasn’t wearing his helmet at the time. Then he noticed Ki’an wasn’t alone. He was carrying a baby on his chest, and a woman -also clad in beskar’gam, with her helmet off- accompanying him. The big guy didn't know Ki'an was married and had a child. What a wonderful surprise!

<"Ki'an and Kranak-Kriffing Vizsla!"> She calls out with a hearty laugh <"I was hoping to see you here. You two, And your families, Are welcome beneath my decrepit roof any day">

Ki'an and his wife settled down at a table while the big guy walked towards the counter. He responded to Aloy after a cheerful chuckle as he went behind the bar-counter to get himself a drink. [“I wouldn’t call it “decrepit”. Believe me, I have most certainly seen worse places than this.”] He drank very rarely, but it would be a shame if he didn’t drink something in a clan get-together. After a moment of searching, he found what he was looking for behind the counter. A bottle of ne’tra gal! It was his favorite drink by far. He also very much liked him some kri’gee, but that drink induced severe hangovers, usually. He grabbed himself an ale mug and poured the black, sweet and sticky ale into the mug.

<"Thanks, Darlin'. I'll take a whisky if you please, Just like old times~">
...
"Hm.. You had me at drink.. I'll have a pint of ale, biggest mug you got."
...
''You heard the boss; let's drink this one out. Spare the formalities for later...''

It seemed the arguing had stopped with Darsch, Aloy and the Twi’lek vod settled down for some drinks. He was glad they weren’t at each other’s throats, at least not yet.

<"I bet you're all wondering why I called from watering-hole~">

Aloy then spoke as she turned to climb up the bar-counter, however she was interrupted by a calm yet frustrated voice -an unfamiliar one for Kranak- coming from the right corner in the cantina, cornerways to the bar-counter.

"I've been listening to your little discussion. I have to say that I'm unimpressed. You called together the scattered remains of multiple clans and yet you've shown us all no reason to follow you. Is this display insight to what your reign as Alor will be? A lot of bickering and no action?"

"Our people have a long history of fighting, both externally and internally. So far I've seen three women of respect and influence continue the trend of inciting conflict within our ranks rather than outside. How are we supposed to rise up from ashes if we're constantly kicking one another back down? I am not saying you are unworthy, Alor, but I am saying you have much maturing to do."

The vod clad in beskar’gam spoke confidently, with his hands clasped behind him. Kranak didn’t recognize him but to an extent the big guy agreed with him, as well as admiring his bluntness, but there was a time and place -preferrably in a private space- to discuss that. Here and now wasn’t the time nor the place. The arguing earlier had just ended, with fellow vode settling down. With those words, he could potentially start another argument. He sounded confrontational. [“What’s the rush, vod? Is there a place you need to be?”] The Supercommando spoke before Aloy could. [“Would you care for a drink?”] Inviting him for a drink, the big guy hoped he accepted his offer. But if not? Well, he wasn’t sure what Aloy’s response would be, or the response of the other vode in the cantina.

 

[Aloy Vizsla]

S K Y H O L D

Tag: Andel Vizsla | Kranak Vizsla | Darsch Vizsla | Tan'yill Vizsla | Ki'an Vizsla | Tahlah Vizsla |

The claws of her cybernetic limb gripped tightly around the edge of the counter as the newcomer, Andel, Spoke his piece. First Darsch's claim that she was holding the clan back, Despite everything she had done when inheriting this title, And now this?

<"Mm. You're bold, I'll give you that"> She says casually, But with a subtly annoyed undertone.

Then she steps off the bar counter, Landing with an audible thwack against the Duracrete floor as her cybernetic shock absorbers soften her sudden fall.
Once on the ground, She removes her helm, Revealing the steady blue eyes that never seemed to shy away from Andel's visor, The calmed blue in stark contrast to the vibrant red hair that hung in her face, Which bore an oddly blank expression in that moment.

Then she began pulling some sort of electric cigarette from her pocket, Lighting it on her gauntlet's flame projector as she spoke
<"It may have escaped your notice, But the argument you tell of, Left our lips in favor of whisky before you parted your own. I'm open to criticism of course, But there's a time and a place. This was neither"> She takes a quick drag of her custom cigarette, Already feeling her calming mixture at work as she exhaled a wispy cloud of orange and fruit scented smoke in the opposite direction from the crowd.

Then she turned just enough to lay eyes on the crowd around her, And to to address them all at once.

<"Your vod here is right about one thing though. The infighting has gone on long enough. If any of you have complaints with one-another that can't be settled over a drink like mine and Darsch's, My sparring grounds are always open. You expend your energy, And then drop it from then on. I won't have petty feuds or blood drawn under my roof, And I am no exception to the rule">

<"But neither will I have my honor questioned in my own home. I will defend that, As I will defend my family"> She gives Andel one last glance, Followed by Darsch, Though she might see a hint of sympathy in her blue eyes.

With that business taken care of, She takes another drag of her cigarette and turns away from the crowd, Seemingly headed to take a drink with Darsch and Tan'yill.

<"I'd ask that you vode not judge a clan on the quarrels of lovers past, But rest assured that I won't let it affect the well being of this clan either.">

 

[Tahlah Vizsla]

Aloy Vizsla Andel Vizsla Darsch Vizsla Raiven Vizsla Ki'an Vizsla Kranak Vizsla Tan'yill Vizsla

Some of the discomfort seemed to fade away from her senses. The tall one moved over to the counter and pulled out some hard liquor. Without much thought she pivoted on her heals and stood next to the fellow vod (now sitting but still taller by a helmet height), and then sat herself as another was making some remarks on the "business" with the higher-ups. All Tahlah did in response to that was shake her head a bit. But then, she remembered, the drink. She turned to the one named Kranak, and said in a low tone while the Alor made her address, "I notice you got good taste in drink. Mind pouring me some?"

Sitting may have not been the best idea on her part. Now he was two helmets taller at least. As she looked up with her blue-tinged, wide, black eyes she managed to fight off the slight intimidation from him. He seemed hospitable though, made that process of maintaining a stoic expression easier. All the while, the tension reduced further as drinking was hopefully beginning.

 

[Darsch Vizsla]

Darsch sighs as she watched Aloy speak making eye contact with her when she eyed the veteran. A look of impressment fell over the red head as she listened to Aloy. She couldn't help but smirk remembering the deathstick addict that Aloy once was. Maybe she was doing a good job. Darsch had to admit that in her mind. After all, Aloy gathered many of her fellow clan members that were disorganized across the galaxy to rebuild their clan and restore their forgotten honor. It made her proud to be a Vizsla. She got closer to Aloy giving her a pat on the shoulder while smile. Andel's little outburst made Darsch grow angry inside, almost is she was about to smash the mug in someone's helm and knock them to the ground. These thoughts would be calmed by looking at her daughter and back to Aloy.

"You've been doing good, Aloy. I apologize for that little stint.. It's just been a while and we didn't exactly leave on the right foot, sister. But I'm back now. I'm returning to Clan Vizsla, I can hide in the snow some other time. For now I'll stay with my Vode."

She sounded proud as she took the mug of ale and took a good few gulps of the liquid enjoying its unique taste. Darsch would choose Ale over anything even the finest wines and whiskeys. Her green eyes would meet with Aloy's as she leaned against the counter drinking with the twi'lek and fellow redhead.

"Let us drink, To Aloy Vizsla, and To our Clan!"

She held the mug over her head as a toast. That Ale really did make Darsch feel better inside since now she was grinning.

Aloy Vizsla Tan'yill Vizsla Kranak Vizsla Andel Vizsla Tahlah Vizsla