Private A Father's Return

[Khamul Kryze]

A FATHER'S RETURN

THE UNCHAINED

Loadout: Mandalore's Lament, Regret, beskar'gam

Tags: Caesar Kryze​

Omen

Years... it had been years...

The flashes of the very fabric of reality warping itself upon Tython had subsided long ago now, but Khamul could still feel the sensation of Solipsis' dark magic flowing through him as if they were still fighting the allied forces upon the chaotic battlefield. The whirring of blades, the cries for dying loved ones, the force gathered with the sole purpose of destroying the man that once called himself Sith'ari... he could even smell the smoke from the distant eruptions from the ground below, engrained in his mind as deeply as the very hatred he held for his former master. It was those memories that he had carried with him, deep into the Unknown Regions of space. Fragments of a life he had once thought would lead him to power, and his people to true glory. Yet... when they had failed to secure victory, The Hellhound had begun to realize the error in their ways. Thus, he would need time...

He had never made it back to New Mandalore, for he foresaw the fate that would soon befall the Brotherhood of The Maw. Instead, he would find another source of power... one that he had long felt within the tome he discovered on the frozen lands of Helgard. Within its pages, he had learned of further knowledge to be had, hidden far away from the reach of Jedi and Sith alike. The sort that might bring his people back from the brink. So... he left, without a word, without a goodbye...

But now, his travels had come an end. It was time to return home... refreshed... empowered...

Unchained.

His ship touched down upon the ground of New Mandalore, its dark, hulking presence easily known to any that remained in the old citadel. The scarred, metallic surface had seen better days, still singed and war-torn from the fights it had endured before Khamul's departure. As it touched down, Khamul could sense a presence, coursing its way through the empyrean as if it were the blood in his own veins. A sinister grin produced itself behind his ancient mask as the Sarrassian Iron began to pulsate with a deep, red glow. Turning toward the doors, he stepped forth, ready to reclaim what was his. The remnants of his forces from Tython, both Mandalorian and Taung alike, followed behind, their weapons drawn as they marched forth, lining either side of the path upon the runway as they chanted the Hellhound's name.

The Mand'alor had come home.

 

[Caesar Kryze]

Location: New Mandalore
Objectives: Greet
Tags: Khamul Kryze
Gear: in main bio

The night before...

Caesar could not sleep, he did not know why, but something was disturbing him, he felt something great growing, and he felt the whole planet could tell that there was change in the air. "Why don't you come back to bed love..." the voice of the Wren in the sheets behind him called him back to her. He didn't turn, her company had already failed to provide him sleep, but he wouldnt hold that against her tonight, this was bigger than her.

"Tomorrow will be an auspicious day." he said quietly as he heard the rustle of bedsheets and then the footsteps behind him. The alternating pad and clink of her real and artificial foot on the hard stone floor sounded like dripping water. She stood next to him and placed her taloned hand on her upper arm as they both looked at the darkened sky that hung low over the Death's Hand complex. "Do you think it might be?"

He looked at her scarred face, framed by long dark hair and he smiled at her.

"Perhaps"

The next day

Caesar had been called out to the exterior of the compound, a ship had entered their space bearing an older Kryze code and was not stopping to be checked his men had already gathered in preparation for the landing and rows of the Death's hand had lined up, part honourguard, part firing squad, whomever stepped off of that ship was getting one or the other. The force swirled with anticipation and Caeser now felt this was the day he had waited for, the day he had stewarded this warrior clan in preparation for.

Then there it began... the chanting, the name of the Mandalorian Hellhound rhythmically echoing off the beskar walls of this place. Caesar strode to the front, he could feel him now! The man who granted him life on what must have been a glorious night with his foul mother. Underneath his helm he was smiling and me moved to the bottom of the ramp just as Khamul came into view. With confirmation of who was here he dropped to his knee and as finally he was reunited he spoke.

"Mand'alor, my lord, my father... We have been waiting for you."

 

[Khamul Kryze]

A FATHER'S RETURN

THE UNCHAINED

Loadout: Mandalore's Lament, Regret, beskar'gam

Tags: Caesar Kryze​

Omen

The swell of fervor from those outside of the compound had reached a cacophonous peak before being silenced by a simple raising of a hand. As Khamul motioned for his followers to be quiet, his masked gaze met that of Caesar. Though strange it may be to see the man after so long, there was a familiarity sensed by the Unchained, a shift in the very air around them that made his presence unmistakable. There was no question... this was indeed his own flesh and blood.

His hand stretched forth, motioning for his son to rise.

"My son... I see you have kept things in order in my absence. Yet... there is much to discuss."

As his son would rise, Khamul's steps would draw closer to the interior of the compound, his soldiers following as they entered their old fortress. Things seemed eerily similar, almost as if he had never left. Perhaps there would be some worth to his offspring, though only time would tell.

His eyes scanned the area from behind the lifeless mask, his mind gathering as much information about what resources they may have to work with. Without even a glance in Caesar's direction, Khamul continued his walk through the grounds, his hand calmly resting on the hilt of Mandalore's Lament.

"You have done well to keep our people together. They will be needed for what is to come. I have spent my absence gathering resources so that we may make ourselves known once again."

Stopping in his tracks, Khamul took in a long, deep breath.

"But before we discuss such matters..."

It was only then that he turned to look into the metallic gaze of his son's own helm, his weight shifting as he drew his weapon from his belt.

SNAP-HISS...

Though Caesar could not see his father's smile, the air of excitement from the thrill of combat would no doubt be apparent. They were family, after all, and that same violent blood ran through his veins.

"Let us see what you've made of yourself."

There was no room for weakness within their ranks, for only the strong could truly remedy the downfall of their people.

 

[Caesar Kryze]

Location: New Mandalore
Objectives: Greet
Tags: Khamul Kryze
Gear: in main bio

Caeser listened to his father speak, he was pleased that his father regarded his work well, but then, there it was, that spike of malice, the unmistakable sensation of the need for violence.

VWOOM

Caesar's own blade on blade ignited and its red glow glinted off of his black armour. "Took you long enough"

He spun on his feet and attacked his father without hesitation. Other members of both of their honour guards took steps away from them to allow then space to dance. He brought his saber round quickly and deftly, he was a talented warrior, blessed by both his parents and honed by his years in the nether seeking the manda. He would not disappoint. The Wren woman watched them both with interest as their sabers clashed, weighing up her own options in this scenario.

Caesar would match his father strike for strike and their blades would crash againsr each other. Caesar sought an opening to use his wrist blaster to punish the older man. "I hope you have kept up your training, the galaxy is in a sorry state and needs your blade." he snarled through their fighting. "Even now a coward calls herself Alor of our clan" he made a spitting motion as he thought of Jenn Kryze , her flight from the war, her toadying to members of the alliance. His blade crackled as his anger channelled thorough it and he redoubled his efforts.

 

[Khamul Kryze]

A FATHER'S RETURN

THE UNCHAINED

Loadout: Mandalore's Lament, Regret, beskar'gam

Tags: Caesar Kryze​

Omen

Khamul snickered at the remark. His own blood, eager enough to test his own mettle, and perhaps the mettle of his father... perhaps testing his ability to die...

The first strike was easily deflected by Caesar, leading into a riposte that urged the Unchained to do similar. Behind his mask, he looked upon the man, hoping he would be worthy of one day taking the mantle.

"Training... what would you know... unless your mother has ensured your value!"

His wrist twisted, twirling his son's blade away, giving him a moment to gain some footing. His eyes would dart around, looking to see if those present still truly felt allegiance to their Mand'alor. It seemed as if they might... for now. Though they would not act, the air of proving one's self was certainly permeating the air. Khamul knew it too... he could not uphold his own values... no, the values for his people... if he lost on this day.

He sent out his free hand, pushing his son away from him, if only for a moment. His son, unfazed as if he were a boulder in a great storm, came back to him with a flurry of furious attacks, causing the Unchained to push his own ground back.

"Alor..."

The word hit him like a Mythosaur stomped on his chest. The sheer audacity of one claiming to lead their clan... especially being one so incredibly misguided... it drove him nearly to the brink.

"HOW DARE THEY!!!"

A burst of energy came forth, shooting from every direction. There was no clear target, rather it was a sheer expulsion of pure rage brought forth from the Unchained, as he could not begin to understand the level of dishonor brought upon his clan... no... his people.

Should his son be able to endure it, he may well be counted among those worthy of the Manda.

 

[Caesar Kryze]

Location: New Mandalore
Objectives: Greet
Tags: Khamul Kryze
Gear: in main bio

The force slammed him backwards and Caesar slid on his feet before returning to the fray. "I trained in the nether against beasts you would be proud to send hunting your foes." the other mandalorians gathers close as they fought. Sparks flew as Caesar barely blocked a blow that took half the metal off his vambrace.

He saw the anger building in his father until it broke the surface. Deep red corruscating energy lept from him into the surroundings, it lashed the mandos nearby, causing several of them to call out in pain including a high pitched scream. Caesar held up his own hand and the darkness flowed around him, he felt its burning, he felt the sangnir blood in him feeding his own darkness. The man gritted his teeth and clenched his fist as he fought his father's power. He would survived, but he felt him pushing it down, his legs began to buckle but on this occasion he would refuse to kneel to his father.

As the power began to fade, smoke curled from his armour and his own eyes had dilated. He breathed deeply as he got his breath back, taking a moment to look at the Wren woman who now lay on the ground with her fingers reaching to her scorched neck and face. "Shame, I had hoped to keep her around a little longer."

He spun again and drew his blade, he was tired from resisting the force attack, but he would fight until his father felt he had proved himself and allowed it to end, no sooner, no later.

 

[Khamul Kryze]

A FATHER'S RETURN

THE UNCHAINED

Loadout: Mandalore's Lament, Regret, beskar'gam

Tags: Caesar Kryze​

Omen

The rage of the Unchained knew no bounds, and he would ensure that every single Mandalorian present would remember that. It was not a rage only born of himself, but rather a deep-seeded knowledge understood by his people. Those that claimed the Mandalorian birthright had fallen from grace long ago, and it was only those that may understand their people's true calling that would share in his visceral onslaught. Such as it had always been within Death's Hand, and he would remind them of it in any and every given moment.

Khamul's outburst subsided, if only for a moment, his eyes gazing upon his ever-defiant son.

"You will learn in time what it takes to make a proper partner for one such as us."

He lowered his hand, the glow of Mandalore's Lament flowing back into its hilt as he stepped forth.

"You of all should know... none less that your mother would have been worth your birth. Our people have grown weak, and it is only us that remain the lone bastion of their strength."

He offered his hand. The duel may have been short, but Caesar's resistance to Khamul's raw power had given him enough proof that yes... this was truly his blood. And furthermore... that he was truly worthy of his name.

"You are my son, Caesar. Now, come. I have learned many things, and you need to be prepared for what is to come..."