A Colony Rising [ The Mando'ade & Friends ]

[Zef Halo]

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[member="Jack Raxis"]​

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Unwillingly his eyes feasted upon the view. An addictive rhythm on the drums beckoned him to leave his sanctuary just as those that danced around weird symbols painted in red. Barefooted, the man and women of different species seemed in trance as their movements were completely synchronizes with each other and the rhythm played on the leather drums.

With every beat, Jorel could not only feel that his eyes could not move away from he was seeing but that his feet were urging him to move forward. To leave his hidden place and...join them.

It almost fell as if he was seeing...a premonition. Not reality. Deep inside, though, he was sure as hell it was as real as it got.

His own thoughts were slipping away into nothing and then it came to him.

His heritage, his immunity.

These were no tricks on the mind played by the Force. It was the smoke from the tall torches that stood guard around the stone paved ground where this whole lunatic show was going on.

Shock, panic and epiphany mixed together strengthened his resolve and the agent slammed his hand upon his nose. As silently as possible moving backwards, tumbling down on his backside, Jorel quickly took out a breathing mask that could cover his mouth and nose from his utility pouches on his belt.

Sharply inhaling the filtered air, the agent found his self-control coming back.

And so did his mind began formulating a plan based on what he had seen.

 

[Alace T'Ran]

[Accidentally Double Posted]

 

[Alace T'Ran]

Objective II: Acquisitions

Alace sat silently on her shuttle to Iziz. She fidgeted but with her thumbs as she stared at the seat in front of her. She was on a trip to Iziz to help with mandolorian affairs in building a colony on Onderon. Suddenly, the shuttle stopped. The shuttle seemed to have landed.

"Hello, this is your captain speaking. I would just like to say that we have landed in Iziz spaceport." Said a voice on the intercom "Welcome to Iziz and I hope you enjoy your stay."

Alace stepped up and silently walked through the crowd of people getting off to ship. She kept walking until she reached her suitcase. She picked it up and rolled is down the halls. She walked looking down at the ground. She tried not drawing too much attention to herself. When she left the spaceport, her eyes hurt for a second because of the sun. She had covered herself in darkness for way too long.

As she walked through the city streets, she headed towards a post office and went into the building. She waited in line, watching her bag. She fiddled with her thumbs as she waited and when she finally ended up making it to the counter, she opened up her suitcase to reveal that is was filled with food and water. She placed every item on the counter individually and looked at the person at the counter's chin.

"Send to Mandolorians on Dxun." Alace bowed to the person and left silently.

Objective I: A Day in Court

Alace continued walking down the street until she saw the palace. She picked up the pace, as she was eager to go and visit the palace and see what was occurring there at the moment. As she did so, she noticed two people in armor. Mandolorians. She rushed over to them and stepped in front of them, smiling.

"Greetings, friends." She started "I am Alace T'Ran of the Order of the Sacred Lotus. I have come to aid you with your affairs having to do with your colony."

As she was talking, Alace always seemed very happy to see the two but never actually made eye contact with either.

[member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Rashae"]

 

[Rashae]

Rashae didnt say anything as the wall of beskar armor came walking up that was none other than Strider Garon. The doctor took a long breath in and an even longer exhale out as the gregarious Mandalorian told her how stunning she was. If she had a credit for how many times a man and a few women have said she was stunning, gorgeous, beautiful, a lovely creature and any combination that inferred a notice of her beauty, she would be able to buy a star cruiser.

“Thank you, Mr. Garon.” She said in a neutral way.

She might be icy but she was polite. The Doctor saw other Mandalorians come up to the palace. Did not a single one of them know they were to see royalty? Strider she expected this but someone had to have a diplomatic brain in their head. Rashae was getting a bit concerned. Every single one of them was in Beskar armor. They were at least lightly armed but this was not a way to show a peaceful impression.

The little woman put her nose into the grasp of her forefinger and thumb and shook her head. “Something Preserve me, the galaxy hates me. “ She said with some exasperation in a low tone. This was before the other three came enough forward. Strider would have heard it and she didn't rightly care if he did.

The raven haired woman straightened her already straight and perfect white uniform of her medical division as Minister and girded her strength and mind. Rashae may not be martial but she was grace under pressure. When the other armored clad individuals joined up with her and Strider she inclined her head towards each one in turn looking them in the eyes with her icy blues. The woman might be intelligent enough and clever enough to. The other female appeared young and inexperienced in the way of diplomacy or negotiations. There eyes, all of them did show a determination that was a hall mark of the Mandalorians. That she could appreciate and at least she didn't have to guess with these people. Usually they say what was on their minds. This fact dawned on the doctor as she became a bit more concerned. She believed in not much so there wasn't anything to pray to or for, but frakking hell she hoped none of them said anything stupid.

The Doctor had an uncanny knack of spotting talent. Its how she developed her departments, assistants and smooth running administration of medicine and research. Hidden talents or unused talents was a waste of an asset. While the others showed the mandalorian prowess and strength, perhaps her and this other woman would show mental agility and savy.

“I am Doctor Rashae Lovous, Minister of Medicine for Alderaan and Pii. Pleasure to meet you. “ This was said in a smooth velvet voice and in a neutral tone kissed with ice. “I will be attending with you to ensure diplomatic relations go well and assist in these proceedings. Shall we?” Her eyes again looked each one in the eyes with a steadiness one may not find often. It was direct to the point of being invasive. Those eyes rested on the two Mandalorian ladies as she finished what she said. Her hand gracefully motioned towards the palace.

Rashae turned towards the person introducing herself as Sacred Lotus. The lovely doctor has heard of that organization, but something about it made the back of her head itch. When they came closer with the rest of the contingent. She felt no more at ease than realizing that they were going into court with people in armor. Maybe it was the lack of eye contact that bothered the physician.

“I am sure we will do fine. “ She said emphasizing 'we' slightly and eloquently.


[member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Strider Garon"] [member=Kaylanna Detta"] [member="Alace T'Ran"] [member=Keira Ticon"]

 

[Vilaz Munin]

First wave: Objective One

"The Republic were corrupt, incompetent morons that didn't know how to feed themselves, Keira. Glad you were smart enough to leave them behind," the Mand'alor said to his unbloodied kin, while also complimenting her wits to leave that failing faction. And he was glad that the once United Mandalorian Clans had caused that organization to collapse on its knees after the not-so-challenging Mandalorian Invasion on Republic controlled Kashyyyk. Perhaps it was the only good thing to ever come out from the remaining days of the Mandalorian Clans. "Sounds good to me. I just hope we don't have to address them as 'your majesty' and chit like that." It would be very awkward for the Sole Ruler to address someone like that. It would rather seem that he was making himself a lesser being that had no part of the Mandalorian Culture.

And if he had to, well he would figure out on how to tackle that obstacle.

"Thank you, Alace. Do send our thanks to the rest of the Sacred Lotus," the Concordian said to the the woman that represented said Order which was an organization that the Aka'liit were having a mutual affair with.

Then they came across another person. A doctor of Alderaan and Pii. Vilaz had no idea that Alderaan would send its own diplomats and representatives to aid the Mandalorians with the talks with the Royals of Onderon, but he would appreciate the unrequested aid. "Thank you, doctor. Do send our thanks to Alderaan and Pii. I didn't know those governments would send aid in this diplomatic meeting, but I do appreciate it. And I am sure that the talks will go well. We know more than just war."

With that the diplomatic team continued their march to the palace, expecting for royal guards to greet them, temporarily confiscate whatever arms they had, and be escorted to the chambers that held the Royals of Onderon.

@Rashae @Alace T'Ran [member="Keira Ticon"]

 

[Artemis Lux]

O B J E C T I V E V​

T A M I N G T H E W I L D S​

[“I don’t like those numbers.”] Artemis’ voice cut through the static at she pressed her gleaming helmet down over her obsidian curls. She stood with the men at the riverside, peering out through the lens of her T-visor to inspect the coursing water—narrow enough to swim to the other side with some effort, but deep enough to swallow them whole. The eddies churned and flowed in and around mossy stones with an almost disarming exuberance that might have charmed the Lioness had she not known what monsters hid in the jungle beyond its shores. Without [member="Ardgal Raxis"], their chances of becoming a Drexl’s supper were high.

[“Three of us, twenty-five of them.”] Artemis mused, her mind swiftly rolling through the odds, weighing their options, and still coming up displeased. [“We can’t discount their young, although we might be able to use them to our advantage. With numbers so high, we’ll have to be strategic.”]

For a moment, the woman paused. Though her face was concealed beneath her helmet, something about her energy seemed to flicker.

[“I think I have a plan.”] Artemis looked up between both men; she was a small thing in their shadow, but she spoke with conviction and strength. ["The decision to kill them on sight, or to attempt to tame them, should be ours as a group. Either way, we don’t stand a promising chance against a pack of organized, territorial adult Drexl. We’ll have to scatter their young, create confusion—lure them away from each other, then kill or placate them individually."]

Artemis turned to Ardgal. [“Are you able to calculate the Drexl’s relative direction and distance from us?”] She then glanced to Kad. [“—even with the data, we’ll need your hunter’s sensibilities to keep track of their trail.”] Her helmet then lifted toward the sky, golden light filtering in through the thick canopy of trees and casting long shadows across the undergrowth. Instinctively, her hand moved to the beskad that glinted wickedly at the curve of her hip. [“It will be dark sooner than we think. Let’s move quickly.”]

[member="Kad Tor"] | [member="Ardgal Raxis"] | [member="Nolan Detta"]​

 

[Ardgal Raxis]

Taming the Wild​

[As bad as it sounds, ma'am, I think we could have worse,] he attempted to put a hint of optimism in his emotionless tone. It wasn't much, but it was a small bit of something.

She was right, they would have to be incredibly precise. As much as he didn't like the idea, he knew they would have to focus on teamwork. It wasn't that he didn't trust these people, or that he was bitter. Actually quite the opposite. He knew they were good people, better than most scum he had to blast and scrape off his boots most days to make ends meet. And that meant they would have a real chance of getting their bits fried if things didn't go well.

He mulled over the lady's plan. It was a good plan as any they would come up, with a 67% success probability after he ran the numbers three times and averaged the results. That was as good as it would get when you had these odds. And, again with their attack patterns, he knew that they wouldn't have a hope in all of the 9 hells.

Subject 13 nodded at her request and removed his helmet with a quick snap-hiss as the air pressure released. He closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths. The Vong biot in his nasal cavity began to vibrate with activity. The warrior clenched his teeth and breathed on. The little symbiot in his body began to go to work, feeding info into his brain a dozen times times more sensitive than any Akk Akk hound could have. The little monster disseminated the organic compounds, searching for what Ardgal needed, pheromones of the Drexl. It found them, giving a double buzz before going dormant once more. The circuitry in his brain triangulated through wind pasterns and the tracks on the ground.

He pointed to the east-north east, across the river as he donned his helmet once more, [That direction is where strongest pheromones are coming from, sir. Lead away.]

[member="Artemis Lux"] I [member="Kad Tor"] I [member="Nolan Detta"]​

 

[Nolan Detta]

[member="Artemis Lux"] [member="Ardgal Raxis"] [member="Kad Tor"]
Taming the wilds and stuff

Nolan was late, very to late to a very important date. His friends had already started without him. Nolan wasn't going to let them have all the fun. But, as the dropship made for the last known location, the pilot called to Nolan.

"It's getting dark sir, but it's too light to use thermal imaging to find them. You'll have to guess." Just then, a pocket of hot air hit the dropship and rocked sideways tossing Nolan from the passenger hold.

"Thanks for the lift...........!" He said as he fell.

Nolan was plummeting to the ground, trees soon reached up to greet him with their soft branches. Slamming into one offer the other, all the way down, until his belt snagged onto a limb and hung him upside down, not far from what looked like a little fire.

So....Nolan just hung out for a few minutes, catching his breath. Waiting and hoping he'd made enough noise for his friends to notice him.

"I could go for a candy bar right about now. Ooh and a soda." He said, swaying from the trees.

 

[Ria Misrani]

Iziz | Exploration​

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The walled city opened its gates and for Amaya Verd it was more than just a day out. It was a day of reflection, on Hapes she didn't really have time to reflect on the information presented to her by her, cousin? Were they cousins? She wasn't even sure what kind of relation they were but [member="Ashin Karrde"] was of her relation. Just as [member="Keira Ticon"] and [member="Deneve Verd"] were of her relations. And as the young woman padded through the gates she took a moment to grasp it all the sights and the sounds, and the smells she took in a deep breath and smiled. Sweet pastries, smoked meats and the sounds of music from somewhere within the city told her that today was going to be the day she took it all in. A Verd, a Cardei - Mandalorian, Nabooian? Nabooin? She wasn't even sure what the demonym for them was but what she did know was that her life changed the day lawyers from Theed came to her and informed that her mother left her a the house, the yacht and a large fortune.

All her life the young girl grew up scrapping by, following her mother around the salvage yards and spaceports. Sitting by the swoop races and betting on the winners while conning the losers out of higher than usual rates to fix their bikes. Shooting rakghouls when you had to, those were the things that Amaya was raised on. Running her mouth off at the hip and getting herself into more trouble than it was worth. By chance, her father - a Mandalorian who rolled around when it suited him and fought when it felt right. Her father, and her biological mother had a chance encounter, a chance encounter she scoffed. Deciding she had stood there by the gates long enough, the young woman pressed forward now eager to seek out her first cup of caf from the walled city of Iziz.

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[Alace T'Ran]

[Sorry for the quick post. I just don't want this thing to die, my character is too quiet to be doing much, and I don't want to take control of too many NPCs]​

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Objective II: Acquisitions​

Alace silently walked into the palace. She had never been into somewhere like a palace before. It was a bit exciting.

"I hope the negotiations go well." Alace said quietly to whomever would be willing to hear.

[member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Rashae"]

 

[Kad Tor]

OBJECTIVE V
TAMING THE WILDS

Kad was listening to the reports and discussion around him. The Rally Master, if those designations even existed in their diaspora, liked to have the information in front of him before making a decision. It was a good thing [member="Artemis Lux"] had a plan because Kad did not like the idea of three against twenty five if all attacked at once. Kad also did not think they would be able to tame or placate all of them. His voice would speak with certainty, but found itself interrupted with rustling in the leaves above.

His eyes looked up to see his brother in law, [member="Nolan Detta"], hanging from a tree. The words with which they were greeted made him laugh, but also shake his head. ["You just always have to make an entrance, ner vod'ika,"] Kad said with a smirk only noticeable by the tone in his voice over the comms. ["Stop hanging around like a steel ape and join us. Satine is well,"] Kad inquired of Nolan's wife. Of those Kad had come to call family, Nolan had been the least touched with the tragedies Kad and the others had faced. Still, Nolan's life had not been spared the ugly reality of loss. A little bit of pain and envy carried itself with the words as Kad spoke them. Perhaps the other men would pick up on it, but he knew Artemis would be the most likely to pick up on it.

[member="Ardgal Raxis"], assessment of the location had Kad thinking. He liked Artemis' plan, but before he gave his team the nod to proceed he pondered the best way to being it about. They had the river, the lush bushes to provide them cover. Nolan could serve as a sharpshooter if needed, but what about Ardal? ["I know Nolan can shoot, but what about you Ardal? We need at least one of us perched, a second is preferable. As for the distraction,"], Kad said as he unhooked the lightsaber he carried with him from his belt, ["I can attempt a thing or two."]

Kad looked to Artemis, pretty certain his affinity to the force was not something she was aware of. In all their conversation it had never come up. While Kad avoided relying on it as a crutch, the skills he had picked up did have use. Beast Language was one of them which was going to come in very handy. While he was not strong enough to calm the entire grouping, Kad was fairly certain he could manage a distraction, even helping to tame some of the young. ["The young will be easier to tame. If we can manage to capture any of them perhaps we can offer the chieftain some as a tribute. Artemis... do you think you could manage a few snares? If we can drive the young toward a few traps we may succeed in isolating the adults as you have suggested.]

 

[Jak Skirata]

Objective: BYOO
Location: Wilds, near the Drexl flock
[member="Kad Tor"] [member="Nolan Detta"] [member="Ardgal Raxis"] [member="Artemis Lux"]

The flock was moving, but he could tell that they were uneasy. For the most part they had left him alone over the last few weeks, but more recently they had began moving closer and closer to his camp on the river. He could hear their calls all through the night now and had all but eradicated the small herd of Fambaa that he had been traveling with. Zip somehow was able to keep himself at ease, but the Drexl were beginning to make Davin nervous. He had thought about tapping into the mind of the flock's alpha, but Drexl were notoriously difficult to tame, even with the Force. He would only be able to move them a few miles before he would be bucked off and forced to fight the enter flock himself.

"No use thinking about it," he muttered stomping out the last few embers of his fire. With a sharp whistle from Davin the Ruping sleeping next to him grunted and shook itself awake. The scaly beast seemed to only be half alert as opposed to Zip whose ears were straight up showing a sort of eagerness to move on with their day. The standing saddle of the Ruping would always be awkward but he couldn't argue against the convenience of a flight capable mount. The leather felt archaic as did the durasteel buckles and rings, but it got the job done. With his feet strapped in and Zip tucked between his legs the trio lifted off to soar over the flock.

Half way there he noticed fresh parts in the grass. It wasn't long before he caught the scent of Mandalorians. There was something to be said about Mandalorians' refusal to wear almost nothing but their armor. It proved that they had a sort of discipline, a readiness to fight whenever and wherever needed. But it also made them stink from a mile away in a very particular way. Kind of like feet wrapped in leather, burnt bacon after sitting in a tin can for too long. He did miss his Beskar'gam every once in a while, but his leather was lighter and gave him a kind of mobility that he didn't have before.

He didn't mind when the wind blew through his hair either.

He smelled them before he sensed them, but now he could see them. Stalking the Drexl. As if the beasts didn't already know they were there. People were just minor annoyances to wild Drexl, especially when they had an Alpha in their midst. He would sit back in the air and see what happened. He withdrew into himself, making himself smaller in the Force and climbed slightly higher into the sky to avoid detection.

 

[Artemis Lux]

O B J E C T I V E V​

T A M I N G T H E W I L D S

Before Artemis could respond to Ardgal’s assessment, an abrupt rustling in the thick canopy of leaves above their small hunting party stole her attention. Instinct, flowing from both her huntress' and warrior's blood, spurred her to the defensive. Almost immediately, Artemis snapped her helmet upward and moved a quick hand to the curve of her hip, small fingers finding comfort around the hilt of the notorious blade that hung there. She unsheathed the beskad with glittering alacrity . . . only to lower it, as she recognized their would-be ‘assailant.’ It was [member="Nolan Detta"].

Artemis breathed in relief. [“Nice of you to drop in, Nolan,”] She quipped, though she was genuinely glad to see him—for all of his antics, Nolan’s sharpshooting was unmatched. Artemis sheathed her weapon and turned to Kad. [“I believe this one belongs to you.”] She nodded to the still-dangling form of his brother-in-law. From behind her T-visor, Kad would not be able to see the arch of her brow, nor the glimmer of her green eyes, but her amusement still managed to escape.

After a moment, it was back to business. [“You’ve done well, Ardgal.”] Artemis returned her attention to the cyborg, who, despite the alarming computational ability of his mind, seemed more man than machine. [“Kad’s right—we’ll need as many precise marksman as we can spare to help manage the Drexl’s numbers. I know you’re up to the task.”]

The delegation of the duties might have ended as simply as that, had Artemis not turned and beheld what Kad held in his hand. When he mentioned creating a distraction, she had not anticipated this.

Kad was holding a lightsaber.

For a moment, Artemis could only stare. She was a fiercely true Mando dala—a fiercely true Mandalorian woman—and as such, her skepticism toward what their culture perceived to be witchcraft and mysticism ran deep. For Artemis, however, it ran much deeper than mere skepticism. It had been a Jedi who killed her husband and son. Looking at the lightsaber now, in Kad’s hands, triggered something visceral inside Artemis’ core.

She might have spoken out to break the heavy silence, might have asked one of the thousand questions that hurtled through her sharp mind—Is that yours? Why didn’t you tell me?—but she would not have the chance.

Out of nowhere, or so it seemed, came a horrible keening wail—the wail of an enraged Drexl. The single sound quickly multiplied, and soon, the jungle was inundated with a blood-curdling chorus and the portentous rush of beating wings. Artemis froze. It seemed that while their hunting party had worked to calculate the Drexl’s location . . . the Drexl had already calculated theirs. The winged beasts would descend in a matter of seconds.

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[member="Kad Tor"] | [member="Ardgal Raxis"] | [member="Nolan Detta"] | [member="Davin Skirata"]​

 

[Ardgal Raxis]

Ardgal could remember feeling these things once before. He remembered calling it pride and pleasure. But he think that he felt something else, something he hadn't felt for a while, even since he felt those things. Belonging. It was all starting to fall in to place now, family. It felt--he didn't know how it felt. Ardgal's lips pursed at the question of him shooting. Being part machine had its advantages, after all. He could shoot, that wasn't a question in his mind. But if he'd rather place himself or the others in harm's way--the general would rather put his own shebs on the wire, rather than anyone else's.

His thoughts were interrupted by the incredibly graceful landing of [member="Nolan Detta"]. The general saw him drop like a rock onto the tree. He shook his head. It was a tactical error, one that would certainly give them away later, he was sure, if it didn't already.

[Can do,] he said with a nod, he scanned the area, searching for the greatest location that would provide the best view of the area along with the greatest cover. The cyborg parts in his brain tapped into his optical lobe, outlining a rock as large as two story house a dozen yards away with a red glow. Its location alone would provide a view of the entire bank, let alone a fair portion of the surrounding jungle.

Analysis complete: 98.7% likelihood of being the most optimal sniper location.

He began his quest towards the rock when he heard the deathly wail of their foes. Ardgal shook his head, [Son of a--]

Battle Status: Engaged. Standby for full war-scenario over-ride.

His muscles, every fiber of his being roared to life. Controlled levels of Adrenaline shot through his system, Project 13 took over as the man was silenced and the machine in him took over.

[Aim for the wings] said a much colder and more calculated voice from the armor as it took several strong steps towards the new perch, [Hit the joints, if contact is made there is a 75% chance of grounding the beings with a 56% of injuries upon impact, resulting in a 64.2% chance of halting or alternately slowing their attack] Project 13 climbed up the rock face with a machine's level of precision. On the top he drew his rifle aiming down sights as the Drexls appeared. Their war cries were fierce-some, their fangs and talons barred with furry. Ardgal clicked his rifle's safety off, it gave a soft whirl as he began methodically sending bursts from his disruptor rifle down range. One of the Drexls swooped around behind him as the first distracted the cyborg with a frontal attack, its comrade's fangs aimed at Ardgal's back.

[member="Artemis Lux"] I [member="Kad Tor"] I [member="Davin Skirata"]​

 

[Nolan Detta]

Taming the trees


Nolan swung upside down for a few moments as the rest talked amongst themselves. Artemis was ever the joker, and Kad was no help. This little family he'd become part of was something he'd missed in his life. Back when Kad and Rave and Kable and Brii and Satine.......The blood was starting to pool in his head, making him kinda dizzy. Then the call of the wild shook him from his moment of blood filled daydreaming.

The birds of prey had turned the tide on the group, most likely due to Nolan's dramatic entrance. Ardgal's third person omniscient point of view was correct. They'd have undoubtedly heard the Wreckingball crash. But he'd need to get down if he was going to be able to help his team.

"Anybody got a knoifffeee.....kuh...." The branch that had been holding him up gave way and snapped, sending him straight onto his back on the ground. "Nevermind..." he said as the air struggled to return to his lungs.

Rolling over he looked out and saw movement through the trees. Then the massive creatures came into view. A dozen at least, one had taken a shot at Ardgal and another was turning around. Nolan pushed to his feet and took off in a jog. One of the large creatures seemed to have noticed and began a diving attack on Nolan. Nolan didn't reach for his gun or his beskad, instead he jumped into the air and fired his grappling hook and snagged it on one of the many spikes that lined the beast. Having hooked on, when the creature banked away to avoid his traceable attack, Nolan hit retract and began ascending up to the beast. As he neared, he reared back his left hand and slammed it into the underbelly of the beast. It cried out in pain. It spun and rolled wildly, attempting to throw its attacker.

"Giddy up lil Sky horsey, yeeha!!!!"

[member="Ardgal Raxis"] [member="Artemis Lux"] [member="Davin Skirata"] [member="Kad Tor"]

 

[Drof'del Tavor]

Drof'del was moving Sol'yaim into various loading points before he whipped around.

It took him a moment to realize someone was addressing him

"Hey there. Name is Andy Khor from the Order of the Sacred Lotus. Need an extra hand?"

He looked at the man with a silent pause before he replied "I won't turn down any help...you said Andy Khor eh? Name's Drof'del Tavor, I am with the Mando'ade" He then dropped the Sol'yaim on the ground before he extended his hand out for a friendly shake. There was much to be done, he could use all the help he could get.

"Mind helpin' me carry this Sol'yaim stone over there?" as he pointed to a nearby construction site where the stone was being refined and shaped to its final form.
[member="Andy Khor"]

 

[Strider Garon]

Strider's turned to see his mand'alor approach and greet the diplomatic entourage. Garon placed a closed fist over the diamond shape plate, the iron heart, on his chest and slightly bowed his head in respect to the sole ruler of the mandalorians. He may have been a ruthless warrior, uncouthed womanizer and grizzled veteran of many decades. But one thing he was above all that, was loyal "Mand'alor!"

As Vilaz made comment to the gorgeous doctor from Alderaan, the old man's witty sense of humor couldn't contain itself "Don't kid yourself!' He snorted "Organa knew that we needed someone that looked presentable" He formed a troublesome smile, his white eye and gruesome scar emphasized upon his olive leathery hide "I mean, I am too ruggedly handsome for diplomacy and you...." Pointing at his leader "look like the fruits of forbidden passion of brother and sister"

"We need all the help we can get, hahahaha" A deep barreled laugh was bellowed from the warrior, not knowing if his crudeness would be answered in kind or he be picking his teeth off the ground.

[member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Rashae"]

 

[Rashae]

The doctor inclined her head towards the Mand'alor as he came towards them. The man could actually speak a few sentences clearly and rather intelligently. There was a polite but cool smile from the Minister. “Consider it done, Mand'alor Munin. “

The stiff icy Minister was formal at the moment and she would remain so as long as they were in this situation. Even if told so, she would not use the informal address at all during formal proceedings. Assessing the delegation she moved forward with Munin in a stately pace. She offered suggestions of not walking too fast and to not be in a hurry. Rashae herself was nodding to this one or that, rather she knew them or not. It created a buzz of anticipation and mystery.

The woman ignored the crass and crude comments of Mr. Garon as she had learned to expect such from the grizzled veteran of a warrior. Her offer still stood for fixing his eye and throat. The throat would be easier than the eye. The eye she would have to talk to cybernetics about a project she had in mind. When the man was ready to talk about the fix, she would dane to offer advice and suggestion. Till then, he was largely ignored during these proceedings. The man was insufferable, but was damned handy in a conflict. There were few his equal.

Munin proved to have some decorum and a bit of some gentlemanly behavior. This caused her to relax a little bit. The woman didn't have any weaponry as she glared at them even to think about patting her body down. She did allow the wand thingies for detecting such things to be passed over her. She had nothing that could even be construed as a weapon. They continued down the way to the royal court of Onderon with head held aloft and her game face for dealing with court type dynamics was on.

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