We Good Few (Mandalorian Empire Dominion of Yaga Minor)

[Miss Blonde]

We Good Few ​

"You ever just look at the stars?"​

A female Zabrack and a male human sat in the cockpit of an older YT model freighter, they were drifting towards Yaga Minor and its sprawling shipyards to rest, refuel, and make repairs. Such was the life of a spacer, and on occasion you had deep conversations with your partner.

"What kind of question is that? We see them every day, it's in the job description. Look at stars and haul junk." The man retorted back in sarcastic smart tone.

The woman scoffed and rolled her eyes before speaking once more.

"No I mean really look at them you know? Like how you can hear something, but it's different when you sit down and really listen. It's as if that sight you've seen a million times changes into something different." The woman paused as she adjusted some nobs and soon the man known as Chula would respond once more.

"I guess not, but different how?" The man asked.

"Something beautiful." The woman looked over to Chula and smiled gently as she creeped her hand over to him sliding into the space between seats.

"I see something beautiful every time I turn my head left." The man said with a coy grin that turned to a loving smirk.

The two joined hands and looked at one another with love in their eyes. Leaning over their lips met briefly before the power cut and the emergency generator kicked on illuminating the cabin with a dim red light.

"What the hell? I've lost power to the controls! I'm flying dead stick over here!" The Zabrack looked over to Chula and before he could respond there was a loud thumping sound outside the hull.

"Pirates?!" the man exclaimed.

"This close to Yaga, no. Take control, I'll see if I can get the power back on." The woman would then hop up and rush towards the back of the freighter.

Reaching the power control panel she opened it and began to work her way through wiring and breakers trying to figure out what the hell was going on. But the more she looked the more she could see that nothing was wrong. They should of been getting power and surprise surprise, they weren't. She slammed her fist against the wall and shut the panel violently, taking a calming breath afterwards before Chula called for her.

"Tala! Get over here! I need help keeping her straight as we enter the gravity well!" The man yelled back to the woman.

The woman would gather herself and run back to the cockpit the red light inside the cabin beginning to fade more and more as darkness started to consume them. When she rounded the corner back into the cockpit her sight was that of Chula looking over at her with a smile that read as if everything were going to be ok. She loved that about him, even when things seemed their darkest he'd light the galaxy with a smile.

"Starting to think I'd never see you again." The man said with his soft smile.

But before he could speak again he paused as he watched her eyes go wide with fear and the dark shadow of something monstrous loom over him.

"CHULA LOOK OU-" but it was too late.

A figure appeared in front of the cockpit, massive and hulking, covered in shade it rammed a spiked arm through solid glassteel and into Chula's chest and out the other end of the chair. The spacer screamed as she watched her love look to her one last time before his head slumped over and blood ran from his mouth. The weaponized arm retracted out of window and quickly began to suck pressure and air out of the ship. The man's body flew forward and rammed itself into the hole where it would exit the ship in a display of gore and blood.

Bolting out the cockpit the door closed behind Tala as tears fell from her face and fear gripped her heart. The woman didn't know what to do, she panicked and soon found herself making way to the escape pod. Running into its safe confines she pressed a few buttons and jettisoned herself away from the dying freighter.

As she tucked her face into her hands she began to cry and weep over what she had just witnessed. But her troubles would be over soon. All of a sudden the pod simply stopped, and thumping could be heard outside. Looking up the woman screamed as the hull ripped open and the vacuum took her breath followed by the spiked arm of a creature that swiftly took her life.

 

[Miss Blonde]

Chapter One ​

Second Chances ​

Two Weeks Later
Yaga Minor Capital Building

People had died, people were dying, and more people would die if something wasn't done. Over the course of two weeks the Yagai had buried over a hundred people both native and immigrated species. Their shipyards were closed due to attacks from mysterious creatures coming in from space and striking only to kill workers, disable security feeds, and drag any witnesses into the vacuum. And if something didn't happen to get the shipyards back up and running the Yaga Minor economy would collapse, depression would ensue, and with that the struggling planet might find itself plunged back into chaos.

So a decision had to be made, a drastic one. Where ordinary mercenaries, security firms, and hunters had failed it was time to make the choice to call "them". Those who had failed them. A long time ago Yaga Minor was once a planet under the influence of The United Clans of Mandalore, it was a time of prosperity, peace, and protection under the Beskar fist of Mandalore. But even Beskar can be broken, and it was on that fateful day all those years ago. The Sith Empire had come to their doors and had laid waste to the Mandalorians killing scores of them and the local populace. And while they didn't suffer occupation from the solely the Sith they were just another casualty in a long war that was nearly forgotten by the galaxy.

But what choice did they have now? They needed to call the Mandalorians, Warriors that could possibly stop whatever was happening here. So when the call was made it wasn't sent to the Clans, no they had already failed them already and the definition of insanity was to do the exact same thing again expecting results to change. It was sent to the true Mand'alor, Isley Verd Mand'alor the Reclaimer and the Empire he commanded. At least this time around they would be dealing with what history labeled as true Mandos.

That night the Mandalorian delegation would be greeted in secret to the rest of the world at the capital building by the local insectoid people known as the Yagai. Even though they had not had previous relationships with these breed of Mandalorians no expense was spared to ensure that the local government was kept safe. Ysalamir were placed around the building in secure locations to cast a force nullification bubble around the building, and while Mandalorians were allowed to wear their armor and bring a side arm, explosives and rifles were to be banned from the meeting. All the delegation knew was that the Yagai had a problem and the Mandos needed to solve it with what they did best. They would negotiate terms of payment involving use of their shipyards to compensate them for what was hopefully going to be a job well done.

Whenever the Mandalorian people would enter the building if they were force sensitive they would feel the bubble strip them of the force, and then soon be promptly greeted by high ranking members of the Yagai government. All everyone needed to do was grab a drink and find their way to the conference room to begin the tedious talks of securing a shipyard. Then it'd be time for a hunt.

[member="Isley Verd"] [member="Zef Halo"] [member="Keira Ticon"]

DISCLAIMER
"PLEASE DO NOT WRITE IMPORTANT NPCS, MINOR ONES ARE ACCEPTABLE SUCH AS GUARDS OR SERVANTS. BUT ANYONE NAMED PLEASE LEAVE BE. THANK YOU

 

[Voices of The Deep]

Ever the noblewoman, Winter strode the the conference with an easy grace. Confident, yet unassuming. Strong but not bold. Her face was blank, an expression that changed maybe once a month...once a year?, and one might guess that this was Winter without the mask, no pawns to lure, no soldiers to dominate, no monarchs to hide from behind a false face.

Just blank. Empty. And that was how she felt - or rather did not feel - for much of the time. Her moments with her subjects might have appeared touching to a casual observer, or an eager audience expecting of course that since Winter cares for them, she cares for everyone. But while said audience might begin to see The Queen as an emotionless droid they would never know the truth...besides. This is simply not the case.

The truth was, Winters moments of intimacy were just that, moments. The rest of the time was filled with the typical day to day emptiness. Emotions were a hazard that were better gone, and so she did what she could to rid herself of such trinkets as empathy or morality during the times when her only friend was lost to the void. Read: almost always. Winter might be sociable at rare times, might even be friendly. She took a concerned interest in her followers, a meticulous mental phonebook of her acquaintances. She always treated the other nobles with extreme dignity and good humor, peasants with mercy, and treated the puppies with what could almost be described as...a strange motherly affection. All these things made her a generally relateable...but despite this, she never smiled...never laughed...she was like beskar...unbreakable.

But despite these necessary moments, everyone, including said audience, would be wise to remember that The Queen isn't a good person.

A lack of cruelty doesn't disqualify you from being a monster. Her evil was not done frequently, nor was it done carelessly. It was not a passionate evil, it was not a sadistic evil. Winter only did bad things when it was logical and beneficial to do them. The days of mutilating recruits for no reason was long past her, but mutilating recruits with reason?

Audience, you can figure it out.

And as those ice cold optics remained steady upon the small crowd of normal folk Winter would remain in the back...stationary...still. Waiting ever so patiently for things to unfold.

Today didn't look like it was going to be a day that required firsthand evil, however the mandolorian empire had been called to this...meeting. And Winter owed favors...A Sovereign always repaid her depths. With arms crossed firmly over her chest the woman would remain stationary...like a gargoyle made of stone...cold to the touch and foreboding.


Come now audience...you can see how this plays out.


[member="Isley Verd"] [member="Zef Halo"] [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Miss Blonde"]

 

[Titan]

Tel Ordo entered the building eagerly, after weeks of doing business he could finally shoot stuff with his new minigun.

*A few minutes later*

"What do you mean we can't shoot stuff yet?!" Tel yelled at the receptionist, "I came here to get a break from talking, and yet when I get here, I have to listen to more talking!"

" I'm sorry sir. But you will need to take a seat." Replied the receptionist.
"Fine, fine. I am a reasonable person." Tel responds... before walking off and proceeding to completely ignore the receptionist's orders. "Dipping his head to all the vode around him. He finds the weapons check in desk, and makes sure all his weapons and gear are good to go before finding a targeting range and firing of his mini gun for a little while. When he came back in, there was a woman in the middle of the room who definitely was not a native Mandalorian.

[member="Queen Sovereign"][member="Miss Blonde"]

 

[Darth Metus]

Objective: "Cademimu Run"
Location: Warehouse XIII, Cademimu
Allies: Smuggler Team
Count: 1/27

Sirota.

Now there was a name that Josiah had not heard in a long, long time. In fact, the last the Jedi had used said alias was during his Padawan years decades prior to the present. However, given the circumstances of the now, the time had come for Josiah Denko to momentarily shelve his typical "persona." You see, strange things had been happening — and in this day and age, strange meant "ridiculously out of the ordinary." People were dying, ships were being lost in transit...and those responsible were described as demons.

The general vicinity of these attacks was Yaga Minor: a world famed for its exceptional shipyards. Prior to these unfortunate events, the world had enjoyed a period of exceptional prosperity. Business, and by extension Life, was good for the native Yagai; but the appearance of these beasts threatened to change all that. In fact, the terror the attacks inspired had caused a dip in the economy — for very few were brave (or stupid) enough to ferry product to and from the Shipyards.

And that is where Sirota the Smuggler came in.

Cademimu was a world in the same neck of the woods as Yaga Minor. In brief, it was similar to the Hutt Moon that had cultivated Josiah into the ma he is today. Now, the atmosphere on Cademimu was tense as of late — partially because of the aforementioned attacks, and partially due to the expansion of the Mandalorian Empire. 'Twas fear that their way of life would be challenged that caused a large part of the tension, and as such Josiah arrived - not as a Mandalorian Knight - but as a Smuggler seeking a paycheck. He had come with a small number of bold souls from the Empire, because together they had a job to do.

They would capture one of these monstrosities in the act.

Of course, the key to doing so was transportation, and as such "Sirota" had arranged for he and his team to partake in what had been dubbed the "Cademimu Run." In brief, the team was regarded as extra muscle - which, given the expansion of the Empire, was necessary in their eyes. They would "ride along" from Cademimu to Yaga Minor, where a rather legitimate assortment of goods had been scheduled for delivery. So, not only would this "operation" allow the Empire to seize the growing threat by the horns...but it would also provide valuable intelligence regarding the next step in their expansion plans.

To this end, "Sirota" awaited the arrival of his team. Garbed was he in civilian attire - a stark contrast to his armor or robes. Furthermore, he had already arrived at the warehouse where the "Run" would begin. A duo of heavy freighters were being loaded to the brim with cargo, and the pilot - a Rodian - was briefing the Jedi on what to expect.

"We're doing a dead drop." he said, to which Josiah blinked.

"Dead drop. Right."

"You...You know what that is, right?"

"Wouldn't be standing here if I didn't." he lied.

"Riiight."

 

[Aithne Charr]

Objective: "Cademimu Run"
Location: Warehouse XIII, Cademimu
Allies: Smuggler Team
Count: 1/27

Solan leaned back as he sat on a crate, waiting as his hands worked at a lighter her had brought with him to occupy himself, the flip cover being the main reason for his attention to it. It wasn't much to stay focused on. It kept him from messing with the seeds he had in the pouches at his waist or even simply bringing the fire into existance in his hand. In truth he was here just to ensure everything went as planned and as far as anyone would be able to tell from a single look at him, he was a hired thug and nothing more.

He honestly missed his days as a smuggler and mercenary though, they were so much more exciting and that was the only reason that he had come on Alexandra's request while she was busy setting her order back up. He never did have a problem with that order of hers and he had to admit that he owed her for the tree that now remained in the Circle Eternal, but she did irritate him for the fact that she could have gave him more notice so that he could get a more convincing background together. Thankfully he had the help of Eve in changing the records connected with his face, well, the ones that were searched in this sector through the holonet that was. As long as no one who knew him got a good look at his face, he would be able to be passed off as a simple merc.

He groaned though as the loading of the mercendice was taking much longer than they had expected, that and the rest of the team was yet to arrive. He was getting this odd feeling too. Like there was someone that he knew who was nearby but he couldn't quite put a finger on the person at the time. Ehh, its probably nothing.

 

[Zef Halo]

Objective: Attend the conference
Location: Meeting Chamber
Allies: Team 1; [member="Queen Sovereign"]; [member="Tel Ordo"]
Post Count: 1 / 27

Why, Isley, why ?

The same phrase was being hit on repeat in Zef's head as he walked down the corridors of Yaga Minor's Parliament with a few Mandalorians behind him. He was cursing the idea of being sent to lead some damn diplomatic talks. It wasn't like he was bad at talking, quite the opposite. Zef was a great haggler Yet, the ex-smuggler thought that apparently Mandalore believed that haggler was the same as a diplomat. Whatever the case, here he was on Yaga Minor scheming political maneuvers and what not. Okay, perhaps Zef was exaggerating the problem of going in a room and talking with Yagai politicians, telling them if they wanted the problem solved they had to pay-

Hey, this does sound a lot like haggling.

Slowly the parliament was being overrun by different Mandalorians finding places to sit and talk. Why most had found it fun to come over at the parliament rather than enjoy Yaga Minor's establishments. Some of which were really good. Zef himself had visited numerous times the planet, he had a local friend - a Yaga mechanic - had him make a new smuggling compartment on Zef's ship. Pretty friendly people.

Finally, the scoundrel reached the place where the meeting was supposed to occur and already there was one Mandalorian and a white haired woman woman that oddly looked like a Zeltron, not fully but partially in Zef's eyes. Oh hell no, not Zeltrons again.

"So you gonna stay here and chill or join me at the talks, kid ?" He asked the Mandalorian. There was not much for him to do inside but who knows - maybe he wanted to become like that old man [member="Gael bar Ammon"]. Afterwards, Zef turned to the woman. "Alright, are you his girlfriend or something ?"

 

[Deneve Verd]

Objective: Attend the conference
Location: Meeting room.
Allies: Those attending.
Count: 1/27

Deneve was late but that was to be expected of the woman. She figured those she were raised with would be able to handle a simple meeting but from the outside of the room, she just knew things weren't going well.

Yet, she waited there were plenty inside that might be able to handle things.. She hoped.

 

[Miss Blonde]

Location: Yagai Capital Building
Objective: Inform and negotiate

The high command of the Yagai government had all gathered and the meeting was set to go, a few Mandalorians had found their way in and of course a few of not so bright ones had chosen to ignore the rules set forth about weapons. Regardless of their bravado and ill mannered ways they were what the Yagai needed at the moment. So inside the large conference room the two sides sat down and the Yagai Prime Minister adjusted himself into the center chair and would begin to speak firmly towards the Mando delegation.

"I'm Prime Minister Vull, however when addressing me please call me Mister Prime Minister. As you know we've called you here because we have a problem that threatens to collapse our economy. We're not producing ships and that is the base of our economy, without it we look at financial collapse." The Yagai politician paused then pressed a few buttons on a console to show an image.

Popping up from the center of the large table a holo projector screened crime scene photos of various bodies and carnage left in the wake of these creatures. Merc companies, private firms, hunters, and civilians all left torn to pieces and smeared on the walls and floors.

"They leave behind no witnesses and destroy all security feeds. We don't know what they look like and how many there are. Myself and my people fear for our lives and planet. So I'm not going to give any of you the run around on what you might face." The man let out an insectoid like sigh before turning the images off.

"We're willing to offer forty percent of our shipyards construction zones to the Mandalorian Empire should you eliminate and safeguard us from these creatures in the future. I have no intention of handing my people back over to Mandalorian control. Your people have failed us before against the Sith and I do not wish to see it happen again." Which was true. Many people may not of remembered but back years ago the clans had indeed lost Yaga Minor in a fight against the Sith Empire, so the current situation had to be handled delicately on the Mandos part.

[member="Queen Sovereign"] [member="Tel Ordo"] [member="Josiah Denko"] [member="Solan Charr"] [member="Zef Halo"] [member="Deneve Verd"]

 

[Titan]

Objective: Attend the conference
Location: Meeting Chamber
Allies: Team 1; [member="Zef Halo"][member="Queen Sovereign"]
Post Count: 2 / 27


"What? No, I'm not her girl friend. And I think I'll follow you into the talks, names's Tel Ordo, and you are?" Tel asks the mandalorian near him.

When they entered the conference room, Tel sat down and let the Yagi talk. After they were done, Tel had a few questions to ask:
"So there have never been any survivors?" Tel Ordo asked.
"None." Replied the Prime Minister.
"You guys have a lot of shipyards?" Tel inquired.
"A decent amount." Vull responded.

After his questions were answered Tel sat back, analyzing the situation. Thinking, "Not Rakghouls, at least not alone, maybe with a few Nekghouls leading them? We don't have enough people here to fight anything off, here's hoping that more of us show up. I wonder if the Yagai could offer us any assistance? And if so how many would help us? Wonder if the creatures have weapons?" Tel thinks in the next few minuets. "I wonder when the last was." He thinks before asking it aloud.

 

[Darth Rixas]

Objective: Attend Conference
Location: Capital Building
Allies: M.E.
Posts: Uno/27

Long fingers moved to run over the marauder's brow, rubbing tersely at the bridge of his nose then outward, as though the simple action could smooth away the immutable agitation he suddenly felt and yet, struggled to understand. He supposed smuggling runs could fit under his list of mercenary work again, if only smuggling was the only job he'd have today. Talks of beasts and overall hostile activity overshadowed much of the debriefing he received prior to arriving- enough to get him involved. He'd yet to decide which team he'd accompany. Some Mandalorians from the Empire were to attend as well as a few affiliated mercs and thugs. The outsiders were all capable warriors of the trade, able to handle the weapons they carried. However, without having met any of them, Oron could only hope so, otherwise their lack of combat prowess would likely become their weapon of self-destruction.

Slashed in crimson and obsidian beskar'gam, Oron's booted feet marched across smooth floors as he turned a corner, his gaze fixated on the entrance to the Conference Room. He could hear someone inside speaking, authoritative and confident. He's missing the real debriefing, where valid information was shared and consumed. Oron hated being late, but he flew to the planet separate of everyone else- tangled in a slew of personal problems he'd only been able to free himself from this morning. Oron glanced at his hands, his eyebrows fractionally raising in surprise to see black crushgaunts, having forgot that he'd slipped them on when he landed. The need to wear them now seemed more pertinent than earlier.

As If I'd have to hide the blood under my nails here.

He inhaled a greedy breath before approaching the entrance, his eyes focused on the gathering of gunslingers, politicians, generals, and conquerers as the doors slid open. Stepping into the room he heard the sliding doors close behind him. Unwilling to voice his excuse, he didn't outright acknowledge his tardiness either and simply moved to stand against the wall. Inside the dimly lit room the politician was flashing various images, some of broken, mutilated bodies and others of crime scenes that were...worse. He could see some of the politician's company frowning at the holo-photos but there was a distinct force tugging at the corner of Oron's mouth. He was only glad his buy'ce could hide the dark grin being shaped underneath it.

 

[Darth Assimilus]

Location: Conference room.
Objective: Observe and question to no end.
Team 1: [member="Tel Ordo"] [member="Zef Halo"] [member="Queen Sovereign"]
Allies: M.E.
Enemies: Whoever.

Saverok was the Behemoth in the room. He towered over all in his power armor and though he looked his part his mind was pacing as he took in what was going on. Here were mandalorians listening to a race that had problems they supposibly could not handle themselves? Were they even trying? As Saverok looked around his mask retracted back exposing his snarling face. It was demeaning to stand there and listen to a bug yak away about his problems. Red eyes fell on Zef Halo with some concern. " Diplomacy?" he muttered in question with a toothy smirk. The Gen'dais face showed a very realistic annoyance.

A plan began forming in Saveroks mind as he viewed the images of the recorded attacks. The images were very vague and provided little info on what was going on. The giants conclusion for this all was grim. Time was being wasted on formal poodoo while the supposed creatures were out their and ready to make a great hunt.

"We're willing to offer forty percent of our shipyards construction zones to the Mandalorian Empire should you eliminate and safeguard us from these creatures in the future. I have no intention of handing my people back over to Mandalorian control. Your people have failed us before against the Sith and I do not wish to see it happen again."

The gen'dais expression changed and his head shifted shifty to Prime Minister Vull as he finished. " Enuiagh! " he snapped in a dead Gen'dai language. The single word was pronounced harshly & sounded inhuman in sound. " None of you have a say in what happens in the end. Your petty attempt to investigate this small crisis only shows how weak and cowardly you are! Through combat you prove your worth and so far I have seen little." Saverok crossed his arms against his chest as he stepped forward some. Standing tall looking down at the Insectiods in the room. Everyone looked like prey to him. Their was nothing stopping the Mandalorian Empire from purging this useless planet and making its use suit their way of life.

" Heheh! Ni sirbur mhi hwa rahlida ti di'kutla me'suum. nisanr malyasa'yr tutba bintar otctea bal majycir vesar at cuun miai be jibr." He recommended in Mando'a. His head tilting back at his Vod. Saverok was not a diplomatic person, which bring up a very important question. Why was he there?













((OOC:
((Mando'a Translation: "I say we purge this stupid planet. The process will resolve both issues and add numbers to our very way of life." ))

 

[Voices of The Deep]

Location: Conference room.
Objective: Observe and question to no end.
Team 1: [member="Tel Ordo"] [member="Saverok"] [member="Miss Blonde"] [member="Oron Verd"]


The Queen had closed her eyes early on...her head ducked as those arms remained cross over her ample mounds while the meeting commenced. She had more important matters to attend to rather than listen to whatever rabble this was...but perhaps she was being rude. The people were in need and in their desperation turned...to probably the worst faction possible. Mandalorians? Apparently they did not really how tight they were wrapping the noose around their neck...they could of called The Jedi, the Silver Sanctum, any of the others who would of helped these pathetic planet for the lowest possible cost...but instead they turned to raiders. Masters of war and carnage...bounty hunters. And expected them to help out of the goodness of their hearts?

Right...

And then the noise...the noise came. It came viciously and about as recklessly as she had always imagined. The beast spoke carelessly...displaying such arrogant gusto that Winter herself grimaced in distaste...how uninspired. Typical...this being seemed to be the living embodiment of every stereotype the galaxy thought they were...and it did not help them. Not in the slightest...in fact such acts of bravado would only hurt this slowly growing empire and that was the last thing they needed...at least for now.

Winter decided it was probably best if she took the ropes during this conference...or at least what remained. Because unlike most in the room Winter had been playing this game of diplomacy for over four hundred years...almost five. She was a spider...a spider at the center of a very large web of connections...a spider with a thousand threads spreading the galaxy and she knew precisely how each and every one of them danced.

This...would merely be another thread.

The woman opened her eyes and exhaled...the cold air surrounding her making phantom wisp of her breath as she stood there and simply waited for this 'game' to end...


Audience...you know how this game works. And you and i both know how this ends.

 

[Zef Halo]

Objective: Attend the conference
Location: Meeting Chamber
Allies: Team 1; [member="Queen Sovereign"]; [member="Tel Ordo"]; [member="Saverok"]; [member="Oron Verd"]; [member="Miss Blonde"]
Post Count: 2 / 27

Not again.

The images that the prime minister showed to the group of Mandalorians were sickening and not something new. He lost the count of how many times had the Mandalorians fended off creatures that were obviously mistakes of the nature. And it always damn happened in space. The warmarshal was about to speak when one of the younger Mandalorians asked a few informative questions. Zef knew that the last words said by the Prime Minister meant that this was certainly more of haggling than damn diplomacy, so Isley was right. The ex-smuggler could haggle damn well. Once again before he could speak, the Mandalorian Behemoth Saverok roared.

The massive Mandalorian who barely fitted in the room had a point, a bit roughly shown to the politicians but he had a point. The Yagai had no control, why ask for help otherwise ? And when the opposing party had no control, you gain more. It was finally time for the scoundrel to speak up, more or less as the representative of the Mandalorian Empire. But at first, he whispered to Saverok in Mando'a:

"Udesii, burc'ya. Val cuyir va Mando. Cayata cuyir va etie be'sol o'r jibr." Then he turned towards the Prime Minister in Basic." Prime Minister, this big Mando has a point. And I will be direct with ya. You've got no control and you've got no options to solve this. Well, unless you bomb your shipyards but that doesn't really solve it now does it ? So, I know your history with the Mandos and the collateral damage suffered here but that's why you contacted these Mandos now. Now, to the point of importance for both parties in this meeting."

"You can have the whole damn shipyards for yourself. " Zef said and he felt eyes widening behind the helmets of the Mandos. " But this system falls under Mandalorian policies. What does that mean ? You manage your inner politics as you want, you live your lives as you have before as Yagai! And we only tax you annually and if you fall under attack - we will be there better than our predecessors. We gain the power to order shipbuilding at any time and any amount and size. At any moment do we say you build ships, you start building ships. We will discuss pricing after the sucess of solving your problem. You retain complete freedom, you are not our slaves, nor will you ever be like you were ages of old under the Galactic Empire. Hence, our orders could not take over more than 80% of your shipbuilding spaces." Zef then paused and continued with an increased tone in his voice, something quite not typical for him."Any forging of ledgers and financial documentations to evade taxation will result in obliteration. Not following our shipbuilding orders ? Obliteration. Building for an enemy ? Obliteration. Take it as you want prime minister but this is the best you're going to take given your situation. You know well and I know well too that contacting us means you're out of options. Your shipyards are valuable for you and for us, let's save 'em together."

Zef wanted to finish this with one shot and before the Mandalorians within the room started getting strokes for not being in action but attending 'boring diplomatic talks'. He sometimes felt like a father figure with his crazy and insane kids around him. Well, someone had to do the 'dirty job of diplomacy'. Hopefully, the Prime Minister would agree to the terms. Heavy terms indeed but by far better than what others may have offered them given the situation.


Soon, the Mandalorians around him would have their hunger for combat sated.




((Translation from Mando'a: «Calm down, friend. They are not Mandalorians. Combat is not their priority in life.»

 

[Miss Blonde]

The delegation had utterly failed, they came in doing what mandos did best. Despite the phrase a Mando never forgets they had forgotten the history of Yaga Minor, how their people were slaughtered by the Sith and how they had already failed them once before, and now they stroll in without humility and their heads held high with a chip on their shoulder. They wanted everything, they wanted to control Yaga Minor and the Minister wouldn't hear a second more of their foolishness.

"Get out. When Mandalore the Reclaimer sends me his dreck who offers us slavery with extra steps and a smile I assume he's not serious about our offer. Now leave, because I will never give my people back to our oppressors. And neither I or my people will bend knee to you again." The Yagai and his administration stood up from their seats and they wouldn't hear another second of their madness.

Though his eye did catch something, the woman who held herself like a diplomat and not a warrior. He could see that she was indeed something above these imbeciles and perhaps it meant Isley didn't just send brutes. So before he could start leaving the Prime Minister pointed to Winter and spoke.

"You, I'm afraid I never got your name. Please stay. The rest of you may wait in the lobby." The man said as he remained standing.

Bending over he reached down and pressed an intercom before speaking into it.

"George, please escort these men into the lobby." At first there was no response, some static on the other end before a deep Corellian (somewhat southern) accented voice answered.

"George got sick and went home, I'm taking over his shift. I'll be right up." The man said politely before hanging up.

After a few moments a young Caucasian human dressed in casual clothing opened up the door and looked over towards the delegation of Mandalorians. He smiled and ushered the men towards where they needed to be.

"Right this way gentlemen, follow me." The man said kindly.

The human smiled brightly and turned around to start walking down the hallway. But there was something off that these diplomats wouldn't notice, slight differences in the way the man walked. There was almost a cadence to his step and if one had eagle eyes they could notice a small horrific detail on his fingers. Specs of dried blood almost too tiny to notice by most.

If any of the Mandalorians had noticed it would of been wise to follow the man and see what was happening.

[member="Queen Sovereign"] [member="Tel Ordo"] [member="Josiah Denko"] [member="Solan Charr"] [member="Zef Halo"] [member="Deneve Verd"] [member="Oron Verd"] [member="Saverok"]

 

[Deneve Verd]

Objective: Attend the conference
Location: Meeting Chamber
Allies: Team 1; [member="Queen Sovereign"]"]; [member="Tel Ordo"];@Saverok; [member="Oron Verd"]"]; [member="Miss Blonde"] ;[member="Zef Halo"]
Post Count: 2 / 27


A soft sigh was given from outside the chamber. She moved into action the second she heard Zef's words, her being flickering with annoyance as she strode into the room. Her gaze slid on every mando gathered , a disappointed look dancing within the depths of chocolate hues. "Are these the delegates that my father chose?Those that wish to repeat history under the guise of a beneficial arrangement ?We weren't sent here to bully our way and get these people to agree.. You all should be ashamed Mandalorian or not.."

It was then that she turned to the being that had summoned them here, a respectful incline of her head occurring."My apologies. Perhaps you and I might sit and discuss a mutually beneficial aggreement. I would like to hear what it is you had in mind and then we can go from there. That is if you're willing to speak with myself after the words of my comrades." Yes when the time came Deneve was able to rise to the occasion, and surprise both herself and her father.

 

[Khia Varad]

Objective: Attend the conference
Location: Meeting Chamber Doorway
#Post 1


[member="Queen Sovereign"] | [member="Tel Ordo"] | [member="Josiah Denko"] | [member="Zef Halo"] | [member="Deneve Verd"] | [member="Oron Verd"] | [member="Saverok"]

Khia was about as much use at a conference as a door stop, which is where they had her and her battle sister seka conveniently, passing her own silent stare at the other delegation looking to leave. Arms crossed, her time in the room had been making sure she didn’t bump into anyone, overloaded with, armor, shields and gear as always. She shook her head if anyone offered any refreshments or other niceties, intending to watch. Politics was about as useful as a bantha on stilts to a born crusader.

Didn’t take much to read her, even through the typical blue helmet she wore. Akalenedat, or hard contact in the common tongue a preference, looking over the Yagi’s and thinking less of them by the second. As some were ushered out she took a step aside to let them pass, resting the assault rifle over her shoulder, Seka carrying what looked twin smg slug throwers today across her hips, both stocked with AP rounds.

Deneve Verd’s words made her chuckle but she kept it to herself. Mandalorians politicking was only good for when their opponent was so weak it was laughable. As they walked she punched Seka on her shoulder, but her sister’s smug grin would be there even without her seeing it. The Yagi’s probably deserved politics, why waste their time fighting “laandur,” or weak, she said under her breath to the nearest crusader with her.

NPC Note

Spoiler

No assumed hits on her battle sister Seka if you’d be so kind.

 

[Keira Priest]

Objective: Arrive
Location: Lobby
(1/20)

"I leave for two weeks..." The comment was muttered under her breath and beneath her helmet no less, annunciator silenced to the outside world. "You are expecting Mando'ade to be adequate negotiators." "No, I'm just expecting them not to be entirely too stupid. Apparently that was too much." She had been given a sit rep as to the current scenario by her AI when she was en route, and needless to say she wasn't impressed in the least by her vode.

From what she could gather all the wrong things had been said at the right time, causing the majority of the supposed delegation to be expulsed from the meeting chambers. Yet her brother thought them fit for this. Conquering wasn't all about bloodshed, and somehow she, arguably the most violent of them all, was able to discern such a thing with more clarity. There was something dangerously wrong with the galaxy, if that was growing to be the case. But then, she had come fully armed and armored in anticipation of something like this. And once again, her instinct never failed.

Her helmeted gaze looked over each of them once she set foot in the lobby, and she pushed past the one that had escorted them there to better speak to those that apparently couldn't speak well enough for the Empire. A clicking of her back teeth activated the annunciator, "You di'kutla shabuire." Mando'a came as easily as Basic, "Some talks these turned out to be. It's a wonder you've lived this long, if you can't manage to hold your tongue. Must be hard to speak and stand at the same time. Ori'buyce, khi'kovid." Scathing words perhaps, but deserved in her eyes. Somehow the day had come where she was the better politician in a room. Force save them all.

 

[Darth Assimilus]

Location: Lobby
Objective:
Allies: [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Khia Wral"] [member="Deneve Verd"] [member="Zef Halo"] [member="Queen Sovereign"] [member="Oron Verd"] [member="Tel Ordo"] [member="Miss Blonde"]


"Get out. When Mandalore the Reclaimer sends me his dreck who offers us slavery with extra steps and a smile I assume he's not serious about our offer. Now leave, because I will never give my people back to our oppressors. And neither I or my people will bend knee to you again."

The prime ministers reaction to the Gen'dais words were as expected and his response was even more so. Everyone except [member="Queen Sovereign"] was being asked to leave now. Saverok could sense that some of his vods disapproval of his words but he did not give a kark for their opinions & thoughts. He was a Mandalorian Crusader and what he did best was crusade. An odd servant of sorts approached the Gen'dai asking him politely to leave the room with the rest of his vod, but Saverok remained in place. Moving forward some his eyes scanned the room looking everyone in the eye. They were all afraid of what could happen and it was no surprise when some guards began to reach for their sidearms.


Finally the behemoth turned toward the door and began to walk out. "History repeats itself, remember that aruetii." he cracked with a chuckle and exited the room with a sinister grin. He was karking with the entire system they had established, it was why he chose to be apart of the diplomacy team. Saverok was brooding and savage but not a mindless monster, despite what everyone thought. From the time he stepped in the door he noticed the yagai security had been more focused on the Mandalorians than anything else. The Yagai security guards were distracted by their own forgiveness and hate.


Remaining a smile the behemoth winked at [member="Keira Ticon"] and her comment. " Im sure your the better diplomat, Keira. Where were your political skills when dredge had us captured? Heheh. I thought so..." he added in a joking tone.


" Vod! Rally on me." he exclaimed summoning the Mandalorians in the lobby nearby himself. Now Saverok had litttle power to command the majority of the Mandos around him but he knew they would be interested to hear what happened in the Conference room. " Cuun ke'gyce cuyir at olktura va diktusayir. Teh cuun ori sol'yc lyekr onto ibic me'suum Yagai ganar cuyir tense, sur'ar sto bat mhi ui e ashi. gider e'yar'u tengaanar mirdir jurkad bal nynir. Cuyir koor ti a e'ne opponet. Solus Ni garentee malyasa'yr hiibir sruciyr be Yagai bal Ka'nuturiad or'parguur. Taylir a kad'la sur'haai dayn. Ni dont emuurir omtagr be meg liser banar! " The Gen'dai explained in observations and concerns. For those who thought he was not doing his job they're were blind. Saverok was following orders the best way he could. His way. For now he would play along and continue to follow this escorting servant down a hallway.





((OOC: Mando'a Translation; " Our orders were to investigate not diplomacy. From our very first step onto this planet the Yagai have been tense, focusing more on us than any other. The images inside showed calculated attacks and strikes. Were dealing with a worthy opponent. One I guarantee will take advantage of the Yagai and Mando hate. Keep a sharp eye out. I dont like the possibilities of what could happen!"))

 

[Voices of The Deep]

Location: Conference room.
Objective: Observe and question to no end.
Team 1: [member="Tel Ordo"] [member="Saverok"] [member="Miss Blonde"] [member="Oron Verd"]


Ice cold eyes observed...The Queen stood statuesque and positioned dominantly as her fingers traced along her toned biceps...the minister seemed to have more spine than most of the Mandolorians may of first thought...and as the man dismissed most of the soldiers and warriors in the room Winter herself considered leaving with them...after all, this was not her empire...her empire did not meddle in the affairs of others very often...and with that Winter contemplated on rather or not she would leave.

However, before she could make a choice the Prime Minister pointed her out of the thinning crowd and spoke directly to her. The Queen merely narrowed her gaze as the man and tilted her head...she wondered why he had pointed her out all of a sudden...then again Winter could not really bring herself to care more than a little...Still, Winter remained in place and merely tapped her finger along her arm as the others all were escorted to the main lobby.

"Queen Sovereign..." Winter replied coldly, her expression distant and bleak as she waited to see how the next series of events would unfold. She could sense something brewing in unseen corners...and she could not wait for the surprise.