Gilamar Skirata
The most important step is always the next one
Gilamar hated snow. Never liked it, even on Mandalore during the cold seasons. It made things freeze, hard to move, electrical systems short, and a whole plethora of other technical problems. But...the snow is where they were called. In the Galaxy, many Mandalorians in this time of relative peace had taken up bounty hunting and mercenary work. Gilamar had personally been trying to bring in more credits into Mandalore and his baby, MandalMotors through selling commercial freighters and star yachts. The company had even recently developed an aquatic mining vessel, with matching suits and speeders on the way. As part of an out reach program to smaller companies, he had even given Daw Motors access to a few of the older factories that were no longer in use with the expansion of MandalMotors' shipyards.
Of course, he and everyone else, knew that their vacations from the Mandalorian military force would be short lived, especially with the rise of a new Sith Emperor and the deterioration of trust between the Sith and their perceived allies. War was just around the corner, and he knew that the Mandalorians would play the same role they always had. But galactic war was for another time. For now, it seemed as if there was a war on some new planet. He had gotten a call from an old acquaintance, one that had dropped completely off the grid for decades. He needed their help on a planet called Valen. He had said that the Sith and several other factions had arrived on the planet to take its Cortosis and that even though he was Mandalorian, he couldn't teach an entire people to defend themselves against the monstrosities of the Sith.
After bringing this to the attention of his Mandalore, the Mandalore gave the okay and organized his people again for the promised credits and potential spoils that would thrust the Mandalorians into another period of large economic boom, which was where they were headed now. Which is how he got here.
The city of Enduril.
From what he could tell from his own map, they were on the Southern continent, and almost as far South as one could go on the planet. The planet's natural defense kept large ships from coming in and dropping, but with a single Bes'bavar and a trio of quick Xerob-class blockade runners sent at precicely timed intervals, they were able to get what they needed on the ground for what it was worth. Crudely constructed vheh'yaim dotted the white snow filed just outside the city, forming a perimeter around the city. With the initiates hard at work creating the series of trenches that would connect these constructs he sat with his hands folded in a larger vheh'yaim, the current command post of the small forward operations base. Looking at the other Mandalorians in the room he sighed, his breath forming a small cloud. "How are we with getting the Dar'aranov up and running? We can't move to the next city unless we get that up." Looking to his fellow field Marshall, @[member="Azrael"] he searched for some sort of answer as if the young man knew everything about the current situation.
@[member="Dred Varad"] @[member="Basaba Willamina"] @[member="Zack Danheir"] @[member="Preliat Mantis"] @[member="Azrael"] @[member="Adenn Gra'tua"] @[member="Verz Horak"] @[member="Adelaide Baldesarra"]
Of course, he and everyone else, knew that their vacations from the Mandalorian military force would be short lived, especially with the rise of a new Sith Emperor and the deterioration of trust between the Sith and their perceived allies. War was just around the corner, and he knew that the Mandalorians would play the same role they always had. But galactic war was for another time. For now, it seemed as if there was a war on some new planet. He had gotten a call from an old acquaintance, one that had dropped completely off the grid for decades. He needed their help on a planet called Valen. He had said that the Sith and several other factions had arrived on the planet to take its Cortosis and that even though he was Mandalorian, he couldn't teach an entire people to defend themselves against the monstrosities of the Sith.
After bringing this to the attention of his Mandalore, the Mandalore gave the okay and organized his people again for the promised credits and potential spoils that would thrust the Mandalorians into another period of large economic boom, which was where they were headed now. Which is how he got here.
The city of Enduril.
From what he could tell from his own map, they were on the Southern continent, and almost as far South as one could go on the planet. The planet's natural defense kept large ships from coming in and dropping, but with a single Bes'bavar and a trio of quick Xerob-class blockade runners sent at precicely timed intervals, they were able to get what they needed on the ground for what it was worth. Crudely constructed vheh'yaim dotted the white snow filed just outside the city, forming a perimeter around the city. With the initiates hard at work creating the series of trenches that would connect these constructs he sat with his hands folded in a larger vheh'yaim, the current command post of the small forward operations base. Looking at the other Mandalorians in the room he sighed, his breath forming a small cloud. "How are we with getting the Dar'aranov up and running? We can't move to the next city unless we get that up." Looking to his fellow field Marshall, @[member="Azrael"] he searched for some sort of answer as if the young man knew everything about the current situation.
@[member="Dred Varad"] @[member="Basaba Willamina"] @[member="Zack Danheir"] @[member="Preliat Mantis"] @[member="Azrael"] @[member="Adenn Gra'tua"] @[member="Verz Horak"] @[member="Adelaide Baldesarra"]
