A Clan Named Raxis

[Gray Raxis]

Gray had been incredibly busy as of late dealing with some unusual matters. He had learned some things from force ghosts and then got lead along all over thanks to the force. He had discovered a new planet and gotten it opened up to the rest of the galaxy. He had found himself helping out random people for no other reason than because he was lead there. Things had just gotten unusual for him and so it had come as a surprise to him when he learned that the Mandalorians had a breaking off happen during this time. A new Empire had formed out in the section containing Echol'ya and Bastion, two planets he had been to several times. He did not know what had happened in his absence, and he was still unsure what to think.

Gray had been dealing with some conflicting emotions when it came to his father's people for some time now. He could see the clans had lost their ways, lost their honor. He had heard about what all had happened at Roche from both sides' perspectives and had seen how things were spun at Alderaan. He knew they clans had lost all sense of Mandalorian honor and were nothing more than mercenaries without morales and more territory than they deserved. It was no wonder they had barely been able to make any progress at anything when he left out on his recent adventures. So it had come as a surprise to him when he had gotten an invitation from [member="Isley Verd"] to meet him on Echol'ya. The one that this new Mandalorian Empire had declared Mandalore had invited him to their capital planet. What business could the head of the new empire possibly have with Gray?

Gray could find no reason to decline, so he got on his ship the Wolf Fang, and headed out to the planet. In all honesty, he was curious to know what this whole thing was about. There was no harm in finding out either. He sat in the pilot seat of his ship as his droid Key flew it for him. The borders of the territory were heavily guarded and monitored, which was no surprise as Gray had learned people needed visas to even enter the territory safely. That could be a good or a bad sign depending on how things went, but he was leaning towards a bad one right now. As they approached they were stopped by a patrol ship and demanded to identify themselves as well as present their visa. Gray pressed the com and said, " This is the Wolf Fang and I am the ship's owner Gray Raxis. I do not have a visa, but I was invited to the system to speak with the Mandalore Isley Verd. I will wait here while you verify." He let go on the button and leaned back in his seat. Seemed it was time to find out what this whole thing was about.

 

[Darth Metus]

"Ah, yes, Alor Raxis. The Mand'alor has alerted us to your pending arrival. Follow trajectory 8-9-0 to Little Concordia. Take care not to deviate from this flight path. Clearance and escort will be provided upon landing."

"Little Concordia" was more than just a civilian station suspended within a gas giant's sky. It was a physical manifestation of the work the Mand'alor had devoted himself to. Echoy'la, and all the souls dwelling upon its asteroid colonies, had been lost. External threats, internal conflict, and the disappearance of the previous Sole Ruler had forced the United Clans to adapt. When faced with so many holes, the best a ship can do at times is patch them — and thus did they adapt as best they could. Isley, personally, did not hold the Clans or the A'lore Council at fault for how things had turned out.

Instead, he decided to act on his own. In their efforts to survive, the Clans suffered more than a loss of territory and holdings. They lost identity. And Isley was hellbent on snatching it back, not just for them, but for all Children of Mandalore. Thus did he take the mantle of Mand'alor. Thus did he begin anew: an Empire with Echoy'la as its beating heart. Under his reign would his people see a restoration to the Old Ways, a reclamation of their lands, and the revival of their identity. Yet he could not do this alone — nor could he allow the "adaptation" of the United Clans hinder this calling.

And so, one of the first steps was righting wrongs...

Isley had sent a missive to the Alor of Clan Raxis some time ago. Previously, they had stood as a budding clan among the vod, but events on Roche changed that. The exact details of their departure were unknown to the Mand'alor, for he had not been present at the time; but what he did know was that a family of the vode had been ostracized. They were Lost, and it was time that restoration was made available to them. Thus, when Isley was notified of the Alor's arrival, he personally made his way down to the hangar to greet him. Flanked was he by a handful of guards - enough to appease those who demanded their liege walk about with protection - and garbed was he in his typical beskar'gam.

As for [member="Gray Raxis"], following the navigational instructions would lead him into the skies of the gas giant: Echoy'la. There, he would be greeted with the site of Little Concordia: a mammoth station that was now home to the majority of the citizenry. Entering the planet's atmosphere were incur a two-craft starfighter escort which would lead him to the designated hangar.

And upon disembarking, he would be welcomed with open arms.

"Welcome to Echoy'la, Alor Raxis!"

Isley's greeting was an unholy combination of warm, yet professional. One could tell that he was happy to see that the Alor had accepted his invitation. Optimism promoted good thoughts about where the following conversation would lead.

"Come, walk with me." he began, motioning towards the path deeper into Little Concordia. He gave the Alor a moment before leading the way forward. "I do not wish to begin our conversation on a...low point, but I am lacking clarification. I was not present at Roche, and the extent of my knowledge regarding its events was that your Clan departed the vode at that point. What happened, if you don't mind my asking?"

[member="Gray Raxis"]

 

[Gray Raxis]

Gray was surprised how quick the response was from the soldier. He was even more surprised when he was called Alor Raxis. He had not expected to be acknowledged of his position as the head of his clan. Being called by his official title was just odd for him though as well. The few left in the clan were more or less like family to him by this point, so he never even thought about enforcing titles or rank. He just let them call him what they liked and did his best to do what he could to support them. No matter what he thought about his position, he still followed their directions and lead. He had Key pilot the ship safely to the giant station and dock in the hanger.

Gray was ready and waiting as soon as the ramp was lowered for him. He stepped out into the hanger to greet who ever it was that was going to greet him. He was dressed up in normal clothing rather than armor. He wore a gray button up shirt with a dark blue vest over it and pants the same color as his shirt. On his feet were a pair of nice looking leather boots. He had his bryar pistol strapped to his right leg as it always was with his light saber hilt hung next to it. He had his imbued sword Calm strapped to his back, and was part of the reason he felt no need for armor. He stretched his muscles out a bit as he walked down the ramp to keep himself loose as well as work out some of the soreness of traveling across the galaxy to show up for this little meeting.

Gray saw who it was that was greeting him right away. It was [member="Isley Verd"] himself, the Mandalore, in person. He seemed to have guards with him, which was understandable and something he could relate to. Ever since Star was made Queen of Imahalyan, Gray had to deal with royal guards flanking him, following him, or shadowing him everywhere. It was annoying, but he couldn't really stop them from doing it. He had tried to once before, but they just kept a little further back during the shadowing. He saw the smile on the man's face, and it was one of the odder ones he had seen. Course that was not exactly a bad thing by any means. He gave him the typical Gray smile back and said, " Thank you for inviting me Mandalore Verd."

Gray was taken by surprise when the subject was quickly turned after the greetings to his clan. It was specifically turned to the subject of why the clan had fall apart after Roche. Gray's mood turned as suddenly as the subject had as well. He didn't stop his grin, but his aura was certainly clear to those who could read such things that he was not exactly pleased. The subject was touchy and not something Gray liked to think about. Too much had happened because of the Roche incident, and none of it had been good for those he cared about. He followed the man as had been asked. He studied this new Mandalore for a moment before he said in a tone of seriousness, " How much of that incident do you wish to know? And would you rather hear to councils version of the story or my own?" No point in trying to hide too much. It was not as if too much of his clan's history dealing was Roche was a secret after all. He just wondered what exactly it was Isley wanted to hear from him. Was he after rumors and gossip, or was he after the truth of things? Not that the truth would likely paint things in any better of a light.