A Return to Home [UCM Dominion of Taanab]

[Taozi Fuyuan]

Taanab was lost. Homes destroyed. Landmarks desecrated.

But the Mandalorians will not falter. The Mandalorians will not kneel. Clan Tal will not kneel.

They lost their home once, they would not lose it again. Alor Taozi has partnered with the government of Taanab to put in motion efforts to rebuild, and terraform the destroyed fields from the Confederacy of Independent Systems actions during their attack on the once peaceful planet. Mandalorians from all the united clans have been called in to aid rehabilitation efforts, and return the dead to their rightful owners.

Heed the call of Clan Tal, and deny the galaxy their crown of sorrows.

Objectives

1. 
   Terraform: Restore the planet to its former glory by planting crops and trees for the citizens of Taanab to return home to.
   
2. 
   Rebuild: Remove the rubble from Pandath, and build the city up from the ashes of an unjust war against it.
   
3. 
   Burial: Recover the dead from the rubble, Mandalorian or Confederate, and send them home, no matter where it may be.
   
4. 
   Bring your own objective
   

 

[Taozi Fuyuan]

Objective: 3
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Taozi stood in front of her hospital, contemplative. Her home had been destroyed by Confederates and Mandalorians alike, and she was angry. Angry that war had even been brought to her home. Angry that Taanab had been chosen to suffer under the cruel gavel of fate. Angry, with herself. The Battle of Taanab was a failure. She, was a failure. She watched as her clan began to organize bodies, Confederates to the left, and Mandalorians to the right. The stench of death permeated her nose. Ash still fell from the sky. Crops still burned in the distance. But now was not the time for anger. Taozi could not allow herself to be consumed by the Dark Side like she almost was during the battle.

Life would prevail, and she would make sure of it.

 

[Auburn Sioda]

Objective: 1
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Auburn had been told of the invasion of Taanab, and she almost vomited when she heard it. Who in their right mind would attack a civilian world? When she heard of Clan Tal's distress, she knew she had to help them, and gathered volunteers from the priesthood that were masters of earth magic. The Queen's ship exited hyperspace above Taanab, and quickly entered the atmosphere. Scans showed crop fields still burning around the city of Pandath, so they set a coarse for them.

Once landed, Auburn and the priests and priestesses exited the ship.

"Get those flames under control, and extinguish them. Once that is done, see if any of these plants are still alive, and heal them. If not, rip them up and plant new seeds, then work your magic to grow them quickly. We must get these fields ready for when the Taanabians return home, now go!"

Immediately, the group scattered across the nearby fields. Flames came under the control of the Anam, and ceased to burn.

 

[Nicair Claden]

Objective 4: Inspire some compassion in his own people
Tag: [member="Auburn Sioda"] | [member="Taozi Fuyuan"]

He hadn't been here during the invasion. He hadn't seen what had happened. But he'd heard the tales, the stories, the horror. Last he knew, the Mandalorians were supposed warmongers of the galaxy. This wasn't a war any warrior would choose to fight. It was a slaughter. Senseless, needless, and without true benefit. His eyes had hardened in his time on Antisoch, they squinted near constantly. Either from the harsh Antisoch sun or everything else he'd seen since then he didn't much care to figure out.

But he had the men and women to help, and the lack of empathy to get what has to be done done. There wasn't really a term for what he was attempting, it wasn't necessarily humanitarian, it wasn't necessary business related. What he was doing was trying to inspire some measure of compassion and empathy in a species that couldn't experience the sensations.

He didn't know if it would work, logic and reason told him it wouldn't. In his short time on Antisoch he'd already seen the Sociph commit similar acts as this though not on such wide a scale. His ability to read and influence the emotions of those around him was increasing the longer he needed to keep himself safe on his own planet. Whether he himself could inspire in his retinue something he had trouble experiencing on his own would be a question he wondered if he could actually answer.

But he had to try.

"Rut qu tirl. (Get to work)"

 

[Adenn Kyramud]

Objective: 4

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Adenn walked along the street where he'd advanced not too long ago. There were bodies and wounded everywhere, rubble more so. He'd lost so many in such a short time frame, it wasn't reasonable, nor fair, nor anything kind. But it was reality, and Adenn had to live with it. Sighing to himself, Adenn watched as more of his men moved rubble and pulled the dead, dying, and somehow only wounded survivors out of the rubble. Not many survived, and there were even less bodies than there had been soldiers, but it had to be done. Grimacing, Adenn went to help his men. Walking towards a large rubble pile that was once a house or a multiple story building, Adenn began to move rubble out of the way and search for survivors.

The work was grim and done in silence, but it needed to be done. Adenn's clan members had come out in force to pull their vode out of the rubble and give them proper burials. They worked silently, but together and in solidarity, though none were more silent than Adenn. Behind his helmet he was holding back a mixture of anger and sadness, focusing fully on his work. Then a call went out, a higher ranking survivor had been found, one of the enemy. Adenn immediately went over, anger clouding his vision.

Laying on the ground between 3 Clan Mortui members was a captain, one from some stealth unit or another. He was glaring up at Adenn with defiance in his eyes, having sworn not moments ago that he wouldn't break. That was good for Adenn, he didn't want the man to break, not yet at least. Not for a long time. Grinning viciously behind his helmet, Adenn swung once, hitting the man hard enough to knock him out. Ordering his men to take the chakaar to a ship and get him into a detention facility, Adenn vowed to exact the same pain that he suffered onto the CIS and all its lapdogs. Informing his vode of that, he told them they could too, even if it was only one of theirs one at a time. Then he went back to work, looking for survivors and the dead and dying.