A Royal Affair - Mandalorian Clans Dominion of Gala Hex

[Mishka Larraq]

Objective: 3 (Post 01/38)
Planet: Vjun
Allies: [member="Briika Tor"], [member="Vilaz Munin"], [member="Gray Raxis"], [member="Stardust Raxis"], [member="Eliar Darmyth"]
Enemies: Butterflies
Location: Dropship!

Mishka rocked back and forth on the balls of her feet as she fought against the butterflies in her stomach. <An alien world!> She thought to herself with a mixture of awe and fear. She had been to journeyed into the Ne'tra Sho'cye many times, but each trip had been aboard a aliit me'sen to visit her dalyc ori'vod. Already she was in the atmosphere of a world that was not Manda'yaim, as far from home as she had ever been. Soon though, she would set foot upon foreign soil and her journey would truly begin.

Subconsciously her left hand found its way to the small satchel at her waist, seeking out the small yellow crystal that gave her strength.

Mishka took a deep breath, squared her shoulders, and tried to look brave. <I'm ready for this!> She thought with what she felt was determination. All around her, Mishka was surrounded by vod in traditional and not-so-traditional armor. They all looked so brave and dashing, their true faces emotionless and free of fear. Mishka looked down at her dress, unsure of how the others on the dropship thought of her appearance. After all, she hadn't exactly been asked to come on this mission. She had had to ask very nicely to be allowed to tag along. And then she had had to... sort of beg.

But she was here!

She had heard that a small team of vod was going to be sent to a dar'jetiise world... that darjetii were trying to do bad things on the distant world of Vjun and someone, somewhere, had decided that the Mando'ade would put a stop to it. Which was super, super cool. If Mishka had been braver one of those super-cool-crusader-people, she would have been excited to go to an alien world and kyr'amur aru'e. Instead, the idea kinda terrified her and she was entirely sure that coming here at all was a horrible, bad, terrible, no-good idea. But... the dar'jetiise knew things that were a mystery to her. Things that she needed to discover and figure out.

And since she did not want to ash'amur while wondering around a dar'jetiise temple, she figured that tagging along with a group of Kandosii Mando'ade Kyramunde was the only way she could pull this off.

Another deep breath later and Mishka was smiling at the closest vod.

([member="Briika Tor"], or whoever)
"Bid, gar... olaror olar birov'ca'nara?" she asked awkwardly.

<sheb.> she thought a split second later as she realized how terrible that sounded.

Girly-song-thing

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VB5INNI86fc

TLRD: Awkward in the subway, afraid of going to the scary darjetii planet.
Mandoa Translations:

Spoiler

"Bid, gar... olaror olar birov'ca'nara?"
"So. uh(you)... come here often(many-time)?"

 

[Teagan Stoirm]

Objective: Try to not make a scene....well more of a scene
Location: Royal Palace, Gala
Allies: [member="Phislo Bress"] , [member="Mesh'la Dral"] , [member="Lok Munin"] , [member="Cathul Thuku"] , Queen Elan
Enemies: Assassins, Fancy clothing, His droids arguing again
Post: 2 / 19

So the event was going well so far. He wasn't looked at by too many women when he called out Firefly at first, his "date" was attractive, and things were calm for right now. Now if only he could get comfortable in this stiff, fancy tuxedo and his droids would stop bickering with each other over their private channel. He could barely hear the beeping from them coming out of his left wrist the whole time he was walking towards Phislo. She had spoke to him as well, and he chuckled a bit at her comment. It seemed humor ran in the clan or something. He said back to her in a playful tone, " I think I'd rather stare at you. You look amazing in that dress.......Radiant! That's the right word for how you are in it." He just grinned to her.

Teagan studied her over slowly, taking in every detail, for a moment. It seemed she was dressed for the ball completely, and if she had anything on her to deal with assassins should they show up was not showing at all. At least he couldn't tell she was anything more than a pretty girl in a pretty dress. That was good, and he hoped it was the same for him too. The not showing his gear part that is. Not the being a pretty girl in a pretty dress part. Why was he even thinking this right now or clarifying it to himself when he was the one thinking it? Better to move on.... So he said to Phislo after he had stopped his train of thought, " So care to dance or would you rather get a bite to eat? I'd be more than happy to go get you something." Teagan's momma always said, be nice to a lady or she was libel to shoot you. He was thinking his mom might be right after seeing how quick on the draw some of the Mandalorian women were.

 

[Davon Karr]

Objective 1
Stygeon Prime
[member="Rex Cholo"] [member="Arla Balor"] [member="Ronan Vizsla"]

Clink... clink…

Above the howl of the wind. The noise bounced around the inside of Davon’s helm. Debris knocked from the cliff above perhaps. The old man paused the arduous climb and looked up. A shadow moved at the cliff edge.

“Guard above. Suit: Covert Mode Override.”

Everyone in the team would heard a warning beep, before all signal generation in their suit was disabled. Effectively Davon had forced the entire unit into radio silence and warned them of a threat. He pulled himself as tight to the rock face as he could, keeping his eyes on the line of the cliff edge.

Something that could have been a rifle swung out over the drop and then vanished from sight. Davon would have held his breath had the limb not already stolen it. He waited for the count of sixty before leaning back on his rope to take a better look.

“Suit: Cancel Covert Mode Override. Keep all comms on low power mode. Let’s up the pace and get this done."

 

[Lok Xiangu]

Location: Gala
Allies: Mandos, [member="Mesh'la Dral"], [member="Phislo Bress"], [member="Teagan Stoirm"], [member="Cathul Thuku"]
Enemies: Stepsister
Objective: 2
Post: 3

Welp, apparently she knew of his stash of immature holovids that he brought when he helped to babysit his future adopted step-nephew just because he had accidentally left it on the player. Mesh wasn't a snitcher or a tattletaler, right? He hoped she wasn't because if that were the case, then he'd face another punishment worse than the last one Vilaz had given him. And by worse, he meant taking the keys from him of his prized freighter. He wouldn't mind tending the fields just as long he could transport himself to wherever he felt like going. "I have no idea what you're talking about, Mesh," the youngster replied back to his sibling, also giving her a piercing glance.

And then she just had to call him "Little Lok" as he slowed down for her. How much he hated when she called him by that name. He could speed up again, but he didn't want to inflict harm on his stepsister. Sure, the two got on each other's nerves but they didn't try any stunts that could potentially hurt each other. Instead he would reply back, "Ba'gedet'ye, your annoyingness," with a smirk on his face.

The siblings finally made it to the ball room and saw couples dancing in a waltz. One thing Lok surely didn't know what to do was dance all fancy and elegant. He knew how to dance at a club, but definitely not at a ball with classy people. Thankfully, he wouldn't have to dance a whole lot because he, Mesh'la, and several Munin clansmen were here to prevent anyone trying to assassinate the queen that was attending the ball. It was very critical that they did their job well so that the relations between the Mandalorians and people of Gala was pleasant and content.

"Well, it's a good thing I won't be escorting you anymore," he said to Mesh'la with a grin on his face. The two parted ways and Lok, following the advice of his stepsister, went about to find some pretty girls that were around his age. And maybe smoke some spice that he smuggled into this party.

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Objective: Royal ball
Location: Gala
Allies: Mandalorian Clans ([member="Lok Munin"] [member="Teagan Stoirm"] [member="Phislo Bress"] [member="Mesh'la Dral"])
Enemies: Unknown
Post: 5/38

"What makes you think dark-siders will want to relocate to Gala?"

"The everyday buyer won't be a Force-user, Your Majesty. Actual dark-siders are a drop in the real-estate bucket"

"From what I know about the Mandalorian Clans, Force-users in general are treated with much less respect than in the Alliance or in the Corellian League. What makes you think that Sith Lords wishing to relocate to Gala will be treated with respect?"

"The Mandalorian Clans are less alignment-sensitive than the Alliance or the Corellian League"

She saw the arrival of several faces that seem familiar to her since she attended Gray Raxis' trial in the Force. None of them were Force-dead to her since they were plainclothes people: equipment made of void stones or voidsteel would be combat equipment. Cathul's audience with the Queen left the duo unfazed when Cathul saw the plainclothes Mandalorian warriors arriving for their safety. Those Mandos, for the most part, would rather trust Cathul for that sort of financial business than conduct it themselves. Sometimes she feels a little like an aruetii or dar'manda to their eyes: they live and die by their weapons for the most part. To her Mandos mostly feel the same: she always think of them as putting their weapons and equipment above all else, to the point of neglecting even basic infrastructure. That's most definitely what Cathul doesn't want for Azure, much less Clan Lok, which unofficially controls the planet by virtue of her being its governor. It would make the populace angry, and that's a big no-no according to Article 5 of the Resol'nare.

 

[Phislo Bress]

Objective: 2
Location: Gala
Allies: [member="Teagan Stoirm"] [member="Cathul Thuku"] [member="Lok Munin"] [member="Mesh'la Dral"]
Enemies: Assassins
(3/38)

"Oh!", she gasped a bit at the sudden compliment. "Well, I would be more comfortable in armor or pants and a tank. I'm not really happy in dresses but in this case.", she gave a slow twirl the rippled and fanned out the lower skirt a bit, "I think I pull it off rather well."

She used the twirl as an excuse to have a quick survey around the room without attracting too much attention. It would do them all well to quickly learn the layout of the palace so they wouldn't get lost if anything untoward were to happen. The main entry way was adorned beautifully showing the opulence of the culture and showcasing a piece of Galan art to the side. Some sort of mosiac in a material that Phislo wasn't too sure about what it is. The guests that were streaming in and out of the place a while ago seemed to have stopped for the most part and stragglers trickled in in irregular intervals. The main entrance hall had a few people in conversation and the dining table and dance floor had people on them in droves. She saw several vod in plain clothes and was glad that she would be among comrades.

Teagan himself seemed a bit nervous about the whole thing. "Well, if you think you could keep up?", she said with a smile. Phislo only had a few lessons herself about dancing so with any luck they would appear as an awkward young couple doing something new and only semi-succeeding at it. She offered her hand to Teagan and said "Lead on, ti'pur."

 

[Arla Ordo]

Objective 1
Stygeon Prime
[member="Davon Karr"] [member="Ronan Vizsla"] [member="Rex Cholo"]
Post 2

It was an unmistakable sound, the snap in the cold it was hollow brittle and crisp somewhere around them something broke. Would the wind bring it to where they were moving, she hoped not.

The word came go covert. No matter where they were they all stopped. Just in case their movement was seen.

Everyone froze figuratively and literally right where they were dots on a frozen wall. No one looked up because what if they were looking down? It shouldn't matter they weren't expecting anything besides who in their right mind would climb in the cold. Whoever said Mando'ade were in the right mind. Death was leading them, surely death would follow as well.

They began inching along again she was still hoping for another way in, this place had to have air vents, sewer outlet, or a garbage outlet. Couldn't they find one, and go through...it had to be warmer than this. Course it would likely have sensors, and that would give them away. The wind whistled and howled was it mocking them?

 

[Teagan Stoirm]

Objective: Not fail at dancing......oh and protect the Queen
Location: Royal Palace, Gala
Allies: [member="Phislo Bress"] , [member="Cathul Thuku"] , [member="Lok Munin"] , [member="Mesh'la Dral"]
Enemies: Assassins and stiff back tonight
Post: 3 / 19

It seemed Phislo was as serious about their mission here as Teagan was, which a bit surprising seeing how he always took things too seriously. He watched her take a little spin around and thought how great of a chance that would have been to look around just now. Too bad he didn't think about that in the moment and just stood there watching her like an idiot. Oh well. This was why he brought Red and Blue with him. They could keep a watch on things he couldn't and let him make some more mistakes....so long as they actually did their jobs. Those droids were a little too willful at times, but he couldn't make himself wipe their memories. Maybe next time he would run into a droid that wasn't so quirky although it seemed like the galaxy was almost exclusively filled with goofy droids. As if they were some kind of comical relief by design.

After Phislo replied and held out her hand, Teagan took it and said, " My pleasure. I will warn you right now. I can only do the Gungan dance. I will do my best though." What did she mean by "ti'pur" though from earlier? Was it something in Mando'a or something? Nah, forget it. He had to refocus himself as he smiled and lead her out to the dance floor. There were plenty of other couples in fancy clothes and a more experienced look to their steps dancing out all around. It was a little intimidating for someone with so little experience with dancing. Hard to learn when you are a salvage shop brat on Doldur helping the family make their credits. He was lost though on how to dance like everyone and made sure to note how they all danced as he scanned for any potential enemies. Something was bothering him though as he looked around. After a bit he finally turned his attention to Phislo and said in a serious tone, " Okay what does 'ti'pur' mean? Its driving me insane." Smooth Teagan.

 

[Arage Bao]

Objective: 1
Location: Stygeon Prime
Allies: Davon Karr | Rex Cholo | Arla Balor
[2]

The trick was not to have your muscles clench up in the climb.

Even when they hung there, frozen-shut to the rocky mountainside, Ronan kept applying and decreasing the tension in his muscles to keep up the activity, to keep 'em from burning out on him in the middle of the thing. He hummed to himself to pass the time, though. It could get boring, such a long climb.

"I still won't get used to staring at limp asses, no matter how many times we do this." Alkesh whispered into his ear through the comm and Ronan had to suppress a chortle.

"Dunno, little brother, feel like this is your favorite portion of the tour."

A snicker passed through their private channel. There was little need to fill the more serious chat link with their banter, but this was a ritual of theirs- kept them steady, their nerves at ready and not frayed.

Gotta take what you can get before the blood ran high and copper ran through your buds.

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Location: Vjun
Allies: [member="Briika Tor"], [member="Eliar Darmyth"], [member="Mishka Larraq"]
Enemies: Sith Cultists
Objective: 3
Post: 4

Vilaz knew very well that Bree was more than capable of handling herself in a battle. She had proven that on Kashyyyk and the many other campaigns that she had joined in the past; however, the Concordian was always worried about her safety when the two lovers were on the field of battle together. "I know you are more than capable of handling yourself, cyar'ika. I just don't want anything bad happen to you. Especially when we're dealing with these Sith Cultists," the Akaan said to his beloved gently via their private, encrypted comm channel. Vilaz still had trouble with focusing on the battlefield and making sure that his significant other was well and untouched, but seeing that Bree was always near him on a battle or a mission it gave him relief as he could keep tabs on his beloved and lead the Vanguard with ease.

His warriors then replied back to him, understanding what he had said to all of them. The Munin had no doubt in his Vanguard as they were the first of all Mandalorians to get the first shot in a battle, and with that said they were all trained and disciplined to show their enemies of what else to expect from the rest of the Mandalorians that were behind them.

The Munin's attention was focused on a young girl that spoke to Bree in a very awkward way. He was quite unfamiliar with her and saw she didn't wear his clan's symbol on her armor. "So what's your name, vod'ika?"

The dropships came to a complete halt as the pilots successfully descended to the ground in a nice and smooth landing. Ironclad Mandalorians rushed out of the doors of their transportation and began to secure a perimeter. There was no need for the Vilaz to tell them something that they knew what to do. They've done this multiple times and they knew the drill.

"You know the drill. Report any findings that y'all found to me. I want a twenty-five meter perimeter secured and fast. This place has acid rains and I'd rather not have my armor take a shower in it," the Cuir Rekr ordered to his Vanguard. Instead of hanging around and do nothing, Vilaz would help on securing a perimeter with Bree and anyone else that wished to join them.

 

[Gray Raxis]

Objective: 3-purge the Spire
Location: Vjun- base camp for Spire operation
Allies: [member="Stardust Raxis"] , Rancor Company squad
Post: 2 / 19

Gray smiled a bit as he watched his wife decide to take command of the operation. This would be a good chance for some of the Raxis members to get use to taking commands from someone else. They had only been use to Gray being the one in command of everything, but that was no longer the case for the Clan right now. They needed to get use to others on equal footing to him or even higher rank if they were the Mand'alor. This would be a good first step since it was Star, their Alor's wife, who had chosen to command. So he watched and listened as she stood up and issued some orders to them all.

When Star directed a question towards Gray, he smiled and said in a voice loud enough they could all hear him, " I have a few things to add to the advise my beautiful wife gave you. Remember that your armor's plates are made out of phrik. You can afford to take hits from any lightsabers they may use. Still fight defensively but don't panic if they engage you in close quarters. Second don't forget that both me and Star are force users as well. We will take care of any Sith that show up. Focus on the objective of clear out these cultists to stop them from doing whatever it is they are doing. We know its bad even if not exactly what it is. Clan Raxis will always fight the Sith, and here is our chance to prove it." He then put his helmet on his head and turned his attention to Star. He said as he got his m5 in hand, " Now I'm ready to get this date night under way Beautiful."

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

Objective three....commence attack
Post 2 of 38
Location-vjun base camp

She looked to her husband as he started adding on advise, she gave a nod to his words and looked amongst the people, all the ones gray usually controlled now under her command...she looked to gray as he slapped his helmet on" better be wine by the end of this dear" she said and put her on the helmet closing in her lekku as she cracked her neck and drew her Sabers as she activated that white glow and smiled" MEN COMMENCE ATTACK "she yelled as she turned and started in a light jog to the castle, it would take a few minutes

Few minutes later

They were already in the hill running up to the castle, two sentries spotted them and had already got guns up and fired upon them" split up! Get behind those rocks and fire on those towers, gray you take one squad I'll get the other let's show these sith their time is done " she said trusting her husband with his group, stardust jumped the rock and activated her other Saber in a black blade, she started deflecting the blaster trying to get them to go back toward the shooter "

She moved closer and closer, soon she was pretty close that now they were having to leave themselves open...her group managed to shoot and completely riddle the guard in holes...grays group would be next..their guards was distracted by the dead one and opened fire on his, meanwhile stardust closed her eyes and focused on the gate....shatter point would be used to breach to the no doubt gathering force
[member="Gray Raxis"]

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Objective: Royal ball
Location: Gala
Allies: Mandalorian Clans ([member="Phislo Bress"] [member="Lok Munin"] [member="Teagan Stoirm"] [member="Mesh'la Dral"])
Enemies: Unknown
Post: 6/38

Cathul was there well in advance of the other Mandalorians, but the advance guard was made up of vode that were early in their training. Not the main names Cathul or the Queen would expect. But Cathul felt time was short before the main dance would begin. And to most of her fellow vode, it would feel weird that she is discussing things they saw as being aruetiise business, especially the sort of deals you would expect the Alliance or the Techno Empire to do. Cathul was the wildcard in the Mandalorian soft-power arsenal, much like Dunames was the First Order's. But the Mandos traditionally never relied on soft power that much. For them to rely on realty as their soft-power tool in the Alliance's stead, who undertook judicial procedures to render the transaction that led to IGR being in Clan Lok's hands invalid and is currently in limbo across the Malastare High Court docket, which is historically known to favor criminal cases over civil cases, in which case Cathul won't have to appear in front of Malastarian courts for a while. And such a high-profile case has basically three venues to be heard at: the Malastare High Court as the first-instance venue, the Malastare Supreme Court, which is the appellate division of the Alliance's civilian judicial branch for Malastare, and the Supreme Court of the Federation, which is the ultimate appellate venue for all judicial cases in the Alliance.

"Also, Your Grace, since you are in the business of real estate development as well, I have a favor to ask of you"

"What is it, Your Majesty?"

"Our social housing seems to be blighted: would you have IGR build new social housing projects?"

"How many units? The cost of said units will depend on how many there are and where on the planet"

"Of course"

 

[Atlas Kane]

Objective: Brought my own, hope it's 'aight.
Location: Gala's seas
Allies: Mando peoples
Enemies: The freezing cold water, salty air and the fickle mistress they call the sea
Post: 1/37,5

It was good to be on a ship again. Not those metal scrap heaps that float around in empty space, on an actual wooden one, floating on the freezing waters of Gala. Cabur couldn't remember when he had last had the pleasure of sailing, it had always been so calming, though with all that had transpired in the past years, he just didn't have the time. Smelling the characteristic salty sea air, feeling the slight swaying of the ship and watching the waves as they passed by the sides of the ship, it all made him feel like he was back on Midvinter. He remembered the few times he and his parents had set sail on the great oceans of Midvinter. Granted, this seemed more like a faint echo of the sailing trips on Midvinter, the air was not cold enough, the waves not big enough and the salty air not salty enough, but it was still good to experience this type of feeling again.

And so he stood there, at the helm of the small ship, one foot on the ground, the other on a wooden crate filled with various types of mead, one hand resting on his side, the other keeping a hold of his hat. At least the wind was strong this day, he thought. It wouldn't be too long until they made landfall. He could already see the island they were going for, there were some faint lights, not artificial ones, but burning flames radiating on top of torches. It was going to be glorious, what they were going to accomplish there. The gods of Midvinter would be pleased, it was going to be a deed truly worthy of a great warrior. The men and women of his Clan would sing of this day for ages. It would be kept in their records as a sacred legend, one only a true hero could have-

"Hey di'kut, why do we have to do all the work while you just get to stand there?"

"I told you, because I'm the captain, now keep rowing, landlubbers! And don't ruin the moment again!"

 

[Briika Munin]

Location: Vjun - arrival at the Chateau vis dropship
Objective: 3
Allies: MC [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Mishka Larraq"] [member="Eliar Darmyth"]
Enemies: Sith Cultists
(4)

The young girl's question was a little unusual for the situation, though she was probably just nervous and well the seasoned baar'ur would feel the same way if she didn't feel comfortable with the Munin clansman, who made up most of the Vanguard. They were a pretty imposing bunch of warriors. The new guy, a hunter at heart, would fit in well.

[ Nayc, gar? ] Bree answered in Mando'a with a light tone. [ Su'cuy, I'm Briika. Best you stay close to me. Commander Munin moves hard and fast. ] she nodded her helmeted head, then prepared for the dropship's touchdown, making sure her gear was ready for the quick exit from the transport.

Following the Akaan out the Munin Clan's battle medic didn't hesitate to take a defensive posture as she was a verde first with setting up the perimeter.

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

V J U N
Post 1 of 38
Objective: Sith Cultists
Location: Chateau de Bad Things
Allies: [member="Briika Tor"] | [member="Eliar Darmyth"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Mishka Larraq"]
Gear: Eukagar'gam | DC-17 Clone Trooper Pistol | Survival Knife

Now he had to keep his armor on.

Vjun had one of those atmospheres that was breathable, but it was (in)famous for torrential, acid-rain downfalls. Getting caught unprotected could result in some bad chemical burns to the skin. The volatile, caustic atmosphere left the sky dark and overcast all the time. It was one of those planets were you could live... but why would you?

Seriously, did none of the people living here not have ANYWHERE better to be?

Clan Munin was here because the Mandalorian Clans were cracking down on some Sith thing. He really didn't know what that was supposed to be about. It was all a bunch of hocus pocus, mumbo jumbo Jedi stuff as far as he was concerned. If it was a Sith thing, shouldn't SJ be handling it? Or Clan Rekali?

Now they were 'sposed to be on their way to some Sith Lord's house or something. What were they going to do when they got there? Knock on the door and see if the Sith wanted to buy some Gran Scout Cookiees?

...also, were there any Gran Scout Cookiees?

With a large yawn, the bed-headed Mandalorian clone stretched as he walked down the loading ramp. He'd been playing his HoloBoy for the start of the flight, then fallen asleep and taken a nap for the duration. And no one had woken him up, presumably because it was the most quiet they'd gotten since the young boy had joined the crew.

Briika was talking to another female type person. Scurrying along past the dreaded enemy of all boys, the child arrived at the side of the Clan Alor.

He didn't say anything. He just liked being around Mister Munin. Or, Munin'alor. Or whatever it was.

 

[Phislo Bress]

Objective: 2
Location: Gala
Allies: [member="Teagan Stoirm"] [member="Cathul Thuku"] [member="Lok Munin"] [member="Mesh'la Dral"]
Enemies: The complete and total lack of anything deadly happening in the immediate vicinity (unless ballroom dancing counts)
(4/38)

Phislo looks a bit confused at Teagan's question as he asks. "Oh, I'm sorry. You don't know Mando'a do you? It just means... Oh, I guess 'gentleman' would be the closest thing in basic. I was taught Mando'a young and know it well so I sorta assumed that.", she stopped before she said something demeaning. "Anyways, I am actually not too well at dancing myself. So we can stay out of the main formation and just off to the side if you want."

Phislo gently grabbed Teagan's hand and tugged it slightly. "You don't exactly have to dance like a Gungan here. Just slightly side to side with me okay? Little turning and...", she pulled him in close to whisper something to his face, "Keep a look out for suspicious people. Okay?"

She pulled back from him and gave a little wink to make sure he got it.

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Objective: Royal ball
Location: Gala
Allies: Mandalorian Clans ([member="Phislo Bress"] [member="Lok Munin"] [member="Teagan Stoirm"] [member="Mesh'la Dral"])
Enemies: Unknown
Post: 7/38

"How many units do you think IGR can provide?"

"If I remember correctly, Ugohr once brokered a deal for 100,000 housing units, so we could provide for the construction of 100,000 units"

"100,000 units of social housing? That's 1.7 billion credits' worth of social housing - you could supply the entire planet's worth of social housing with that! How will you deliver that many units?"

"Local materials and labor. That ought to keep the costs down, Your Majesty"

Ugohr may have brokered a deal for the exclusive brokerage of 100,000 housing units, back on Elrood, but he never had IGR build the units themselves. Now that Cathul was about to sign a contract, the largest real estate development contract in IGR's history, far beyond any ability they may have at present to be general contractors, for building 100,000 units of social housing, how much labor will be necessary to build the promised 100,000 units? And they didn't even talk about the terms of delivery and payment. Was Cathul's mind writing checks that her body couldn't cash? Was she being overly optimistic? Azure was small-scale and 1.7 billion credits was well beyond the scope of reconstruction according to the master plan. But Cathul could readily see that the queen wasn't Force-sensitive, despite the fact that she wasn't using a mind trick to lie at the Queen, if only by omission of a crucial fact about what Ugohr signed a deal for these 100,000 units for. Brokering 100,000 housing units isn't the same as building and later allocating said units.

 

[Mishka Larraq]

Objective: 3 (Post 02/38)
Planet: Vjun
Allies: [member="Briika Tor"], [member="Vilaz Munin"],
Enemies: Butterflies and Words
Location: Dropship > Planet

The brief moment of hope that nobody had heard her awkward attempt at casual conversation was shattered all too quickly as her elders addressed her. <Of course.> Mishka thought to herself.

"Nayc, gar?" Bree answered in Mando'a with a light tone.

"Nayc ni..." Mishka began, prepared to explain that this was the first time she had visited a planet other than Manda'yaim. Before she could finish her thought though, the other nearby Mando spoke up.

The Munin's attention was focused on a young girl that spoke to Bree in a very awkward way. He was quite unfamiliar with her and saw she didn't wear his clan's symbol on her armor. "So what's your name, vod'ika?"

"Ruus'alor, ner gai Mishka La-" Mishka tried to get out before the exit ramp of the dropship opened, exposing the land and sky of the new world to all within, and Briika spoke again.

"Su'cuy, I'm Briika. Best you stay close to me. Commander Munin moves hard and fast." she nodded her helmeted head.

"Ni... vorer." She said quietly as Briika gave her name and suggested that Mishka hide in her shadow.
Inwardly, she bristled at the idea of hiding behind another where she should stand boldly on her own. But... she also knew that the woman was probably right. Which, she sort of hated. Not the woman of course... Mishka knew that the woman was only trying to be kind to her younger. But... Mishka could not help but feel slighted. As the Mando'ade rushed from the dropship and claimed for themselves, albeit temporarily, the immediate area as their own, Mishka was quick to follow in their bootsteps and secure the rearmost section of this new world's ground.

With twin pistols in hand, Mishka placed two feet upon the soil of an alien world. Above her, dark skies loomed overhead and a light rain was quick to darken her clothing.

It burned!

For the love of Manda it burned!

Mishka quickly ducked back into the dropship, yanked a canteen from her waist, and splashed the clean water upon her face. A moment of rummaging later, and Mishka had found what she needed. Quickly adorning what she had found, Mishka stepped calmly from the dropship and onto the strange and alien world.

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<They saw nothing.> Mishka thought to herself as she tried to maintain a dignified appearance. Absently, as her eyes and pistols searched the horizon and closer for threats, she worried about what her brief exposure to acid rain would do to her hair.

Girly-song-thing

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JThz8-nYYHs

TLRD: Omg planet! > OMG WHY DID NOBODY WARN ME OF ACID RAIN! > I have a cloak... I'm good now.

Mandoa Translations

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"Nayc ni..."
"No I..."


"Ruus'alor, ner gai Mishka La-"
"Well(sergeant), my name is Mishka La-"

"Ni... vorer."
"Oh(I)... okay(accept)."

 

[Davon Karr]

[member="Arla Balor"] [member="Ronan Vizsla"] [member="Rex Cholo"]
Objective One

Say one thing for crushgaunts, they were good for gripping onto ledges. Just had to be careful not to crack rocks. Davon's fingers gripped the lip of the cliff, the mandalorian visor appeared a moment after.

Hauling himself up to his knees, Davon surveyed their surroundings. Just a few metres between them and a sheer wall. The path wound around the base of the fortress.

"Two in the tower on the right, need to be taken out quietly. Someone come with me after that patrol. They'll be back soon and we need their ID cards. We need to get into Numar's private residences on the top floor."