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A Meeting of Certain Clans (Mandalorians/Open)

Myrkr was a wild and untamed world, never fully healed by the Yuuzhan Vong reclamation projects which had transpired before the Gulag Plague. It made for the perfect home for the Falkosi Clan, a clan which put a particularly high premium on glory attained through combat and the bagging of great prey. This planet allowed for the young members of the clan to let their first blood against some terrifying beasts in the jungles which spread across the planet.

The Falkosi encampment was riddled with trophies of fallen creatures. Skulls and bones covered buildings. The great hall in the middle of the encampment was particularly covered. The entrance of which was formed out of the skull of a great beast. The warriors of Clan Falkosi gathered in the hall, taking their seats around the head of clan, Halik Falkosi. They were an odd collection of warriors to be sure. Unlike many other clans which were dominated by humans or near humans, the Falkosi clan sought out warriors of the many races of the galaxy. It was their goal to spread the culture of the Mandalorians and assimilate the best into their clan. Through them the clan became stronger, and a strong clan could accumulate more honor.

Other particular clans had been called together to meet and to discuss the future. Glory had to be attained. For the head of the clan such was paramount. He had a vision for the Mandalorians, one which he knew others would share. But the stagnate clans which ruled would need much to push them. Halik intended to be that force which would push them to once again move towards conquest once more.

The head of other clans would arrive soon, and Halik could not wait to hear them speak.
 

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An ancient almost venerable Kom'rk class transport touched down just outside of the Falkosi tribal encampment. From it, stepped a woman wearing heavy beskar armor with overlapping plates. In her hand was a massive black hafted spear that seemed almost unwieldy. The woman however didn't even seem to notice it and quickly walked down the board ramp followed by two similarly dressed men. The trio moved into the encampment with a quick pace.

“They are hunters.” Valerie said to her two companions as they walked through the open camp. “They prize their trophies and their barbarity.”

The men behind her nodded, but said nothing in return.

Both of them knew why they were here, both of them knew why they were here. To Forge bonds in blood and battle. Clan Vizsla was returning, they were coming back into this galaxy in full swing. Unfortunately in order to do so they needed help, and the Falkosi clan would be a great ally.

Valerie moved into the tent without hesitaiton.
 
It pleased Halik greatly that members of Clan Vizsla actually accepted the invitation. Vizsla was an old and ancient clan. In many respects they were very different from Clan Falkosi which was very young. But what bound them together was a strong belief in Mandalorian traidtion. Vizsla's throughout the ages were a very storied clan which typically was at the forefront of push backs by the Mandalorians to return to their roots. When they began to stir typically things began to change within the clans.

They were perfect in Halik's mind. The picture of what Mandalorians should strive for.

Halik did not rise when the members of Clan Vizsla entered the tent of meeting. He motioned towards a position in the room of great respect and where they could gather for the discussion. "Welcome Clan Vizsla. Your warriors will find this place very hospitable. Our servants will tend to them in any way which they desire."
 

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Valerie stepped into the tent, immediately giving a short nod of her head in greeting to the head of the Falkosi clan.

“Thank you.” Her voice rang out beneath her helmet, resonating slightly within the tent. Her spear came down onto the ground, large enough to almost scrape the top of the tent itself. She eyed Halik for a moment, judging him up and down like looking at the cover of a book. His armor was somewhat unique, something the forgemistress found somewhat entertaining. “They do not need much.”

The men at her side were like statues.

“Who else is to attend?” Valerie asked with a more gracious voice this time.

Didn't want to seem rude.
 
As to be expected. Warriors would only likely accept that which they actually needed. Perhaps they would accept some sustenance but only if they needed it. Halik approved greatly of this mentality. His best and most true Mandalorian members would behave the same way. With so many new to the clan coming from a great many worlds and races it was still taking time to ingrain the virtues of being a Mandalorian into them.

"A few clans. Rodarch and Verd to name a few. Others will be coming as well. Any you have reached out to may come as well if you convinced them." Halik had provided that invited clans with the permission to invite others. He did not know the pulse of all the clans. Only a few were able to read with ease. As such, he differed somewhat to their wisdom and knowledge to extend the circle he desired to create.
 

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