An engineer and two soldiers: A Mandalorian love story.

[Jehn]

Within the capital of the Mando'ade is a somewhat small building in the middle of construction, the sounds of large pieces of equipment being put together and the sounds of tiny droid feet echo throughout the vicinity. If one was to enter the area, they would first come into contact with DUM-series pit droids which have been repainted with a base colour of black and an over-colour of red markings, that of Death Watch and Clan Vizsla. They would pay you no mind, clearly too busy putting the factory into working condition, and as you would enter it more, the sound of a woman shouting out orders can be heard behind a closed metal shutter door. It almost seems like she is frustrated at the droid but moments later the door opens, and you would see Jehn Vizsla sitting on the ground with a blaster rifle on the ground in all it's piecesm with a scared looking pit droid on the other side of the room. "How did you lose the trigger?!" the Mandalorian female would shout at the droid, before it ran out of the room, almost colliding with whoever would be standing there.

 

[Ignatius]

Walking past various droids, They were painted with the Deathwatch symbol. One that I had been seeing recently with the Mando'ade rising into the light. One I wanted to look into. Ever since the Sith Empire had fallen, I had retired. Living on my own, and roaming. Doing what I could for myself. However now, I needed to come back. More Sith were emerging. More of them were becoming stronger, and creating governments that I would not approve of.

I needed to find this Deathwatch. Figure out why there were so little of the Mandalorians left. I needed to find my home.

Brushing past one of the droids, my tall armored frame made everything here small. I stood well over two meters tall. Everything to me was small. I was surprised to see that as I was nearing a yelling in the shop, that a little droid ran out and ran directly beneath my legs. It stopped for a moment, and looked up at me as I turned around to face it. Facing back to the door, I looked at the young woman who was inside. A rather strange hair cut done upon her head, I simply walked over and surveyed the mess that was of a rifle.

Being around them for years, longer than this woman has been alive likely, I could have put this rifle she had together in a few seconds. She had been yelling about a trigger. And she was right it was missing. Kneeling down in front of her, I pointed to a section of the lower chamber.

"Make sure your fingers stay clear of that when you put it together."

Looking at the woman through the orange visor, I then simply nodded my head once as a hello before asking questions.

"Deathwatch?"

[member="Jehn"], [member="Ardgal Raxis"],

 

[Ardgal Raxis]

It never hurt to know your neighbors. And it never hurt to know your vode better. As the shuttle came closer to Onderon, Ardgal stared down at his hands. He still couldn't get used to not seeing himself in armor, even now. There was just something strange about looking in the mirror and not seeing a wall of coretosis with a glowing blue-T visor staring back at him. Some days the warrior didn't even remember what his face looked like.

Damn. Project: Madman.

The shuttering, battered ship landed without much addo and Ardgal grabbed his package easily, strolling into the street. He was dressed in a simple black trench coat that did pretty good about keeping the elements away. It was a little more than just a trench coat--it was armor that he was still prototyping but that didn't really matter. Considering that this was Mandalorian space, it wasn't uncommon to see everyone walking around carrying weapons openly, so Ardgal blended right in. You could call this a field test. He found his way into the construction sight.

The analysis chip lodged in his brain immediately assessed the situation for the warrior as he stepped over the threshold, gathering every little bit, part, and scrap of data it could from his eyes. He saw the other fellow in his armor, and the person he came here to meet. Jehn.

"Su'cuy," he said with a nod at the new, and angry lady, politely. "Welcome to the neighborhood. Here's a little dusr jarsida dinui, to make your life a little better," he said extending the Shatter rifle with its attachment towards her as an offering, "My complements. Ardgal Raxis."

[member="Jehn"] [member="Kalyr Alor"]

 

[Jehn]

As [member="Kalyr Alor"] motions to the lower chamber of the blaster rifle, Jehn cannot help but allow an annoyed facial expression wash over her. Clearly she wasn't pleased with a stranger barging in and informing her of information that she already knew, the female would then nod towards the man and give a slight smile before sending her foot forward, colliding with the dismembered rifle and sending the various pieces scattering across the room, some of which shattering on contact with the concrete walls around. "Di'kutla." she spits out towards the now mess of a floor before jumping up to her feet and finally giving her attention to the large man in armour.

"Do you require us?" Jehn asks to the question of Death Watch, her green gaze sitting upon the man before slowly moving forward and begins to tap at the armour, her thoughts immediately going racing as she sees the beautiful piece of armour. She allows her fingers to run along the ridges, as she has many thoughts of alterations, modifications, and 'upgrades' that she could give the large piece before her thought process is cut off by the offering of a weapon by [member="Ardgal Raxis"]. The female mandalorian would take a step back before accepting the rifle and placing it upon the table nearby. "Vor'e. I am Jehn Vizsla, of clan Vizsla."

 

[Ignatius]

The distaste of the woman was clear. She didn't like to be told what to do. Independent, or just rebellious, I leaned more towards the rebel considering she was part of the Deathwatch. The woman drew closer to me and began to inspect the armor. Not sure why she was considering I had had it for years. The dings and dents in the armor was clear, but she still found a fascination with it. I raised my hand to remove it from my chest as another individual came in.

I looked over in his direction to see him caring a shatter rifle. One that was in the shape of a sniper. Very useful tool if there was one. As well as what looked to be a grenadier attachment for a rifle. I was not too sure of what the model was, but it looked to be new, or at least new to me. Still, the introduction was made to the woman, so I didn't speak my name.

My visor looked back to the woman who introduced her own self as [member="Jehn"]. Answering her question.

"Yes and no. I need to find others. Started here first."

Turning back to the man,

"Neighbor? Ad be Manda'yaim?"

[member="Jehn"], [member="Ardgal Raxis"],

 

[Ardgal Raxis]

"Always good to meet more of the vode," he said folding his hands behind his back and assuming an "at ease" stance. One of the great things about being raised in a military company was great discipline. The bad thing? Great discipline. Yeah, it tended to be a double-edged sword.

The hulk of armor addressed Ardgal and the man's processing chip ran through a rather rapid diagnostic. There was an 87.3% chance that behind that helmeted visor lurked a distinctly human creature. Even with the various droids that were out there, and the various aliens that comprised the galaxy as well, somehow the humans and their near-bred ilk were the most populous.

The general blinked. He had been spending too long with the vong, he had never thought of humans being an outsider group for him before. At least, not that he could remember.

"Elek," he said offering his hand for a traditional Mandalorian shake, "I'm based out of Rodia, but since the Mand'alor called, its been good to see some of our own coming back into the fold, myself included." he clenched his jaw, a restrained but visible expression of disapproval, "but then, not to see others refuse it." He motioned back to the rifle, "Hope you like, my own mark up. She's yours, and won't miss what you aim for, and won't leave it standing, I can promise you that."

[member="Jehn"] I [member="Kalyr Alor"]

 

[Jehn]

Jehn yawns a moment before backing up and leaning upon the table which now has the gifted rifle, as she crosses her arms her green gaze goes between the two and she cannot help but consider offering them jobs within the company, they had their strengths which would help but the biggest negative was her lack of knowledge on them and that kept nagging against her instincts, which was a strange thing for her and after a short moment of silence the female mandalorian spoke up. "Who exactly are you two? You both somewhat know me, I'm an engineer for Death Watch and this is my company that you walked into, those droids out there are-" she stops speaking as she witnessed one of the DUM-series pit droids fumble over it's own two legs. "Those... Well they're mine- But not made by me, still- Who are you two?" her eyes goes back and forth between [member="Kalyr Alor"] and [member="Ardgal Raxis"].

 

[Ignatius]

Accepting Ardgal's shake, I nodded once with it. His talk of the Manda'lor calling upon all to come together. I tilted my head slightly at the man for a moment when he turned his attention to the young woman. Who was our leader? It has been so long since I have been in the affairs of the Mando'ade that I am not sure if I can find anyone who could possibly be the leader. Mia was gone, Verz was gone. Azrael was gone. Who else could it be? Was it someone I knew? No clue, but I will find out soon.

Jehn asked who the two of us were, and why we knew her. And honestly, I didn't know her, but the movement she stood for. I tried to find the nearest place that could possibly be mandalorian, and made my way there.

"I search for the Mandalorians. Deathwatch was the closest I could get. Otherspace prevents me from getting the Calling."

Turning to Ardgal, I mentioned Otherspace because transmissions were difficult to get on the Holonet out there.

"I have seen the Mando'ade rise and fall, but not in a fashion like this. I hope to see my brothers and sisters once more."

[member="Jehn"], [member="Ardgal Raxis"],

 

[Ardgal Raxis]

Ardgal looked over at the droids as one did a prat fall onto its own face. He cringed internally, remembering exactly why he didn't work with droids. The whole Vong influence did have a part in it too, of course. But Ardgal was tragically utilitarian. He would shape goats into hulking warriors if he knew they would do their job better than a normal trooper. But no the primary reason would be that metal skins were just a pain.

"Glad you look like things are moving along." he said hooking his thumbs in his gunbelt, "Setting up shop always as been my least favorite part of business." He gave Kalyr a nod, "It has been an uphill fight. I lost some of my own vode, our Alor is gone so I had to step up for the clan and fill his shoes."

If anyone could have seen that coming, it certainly wouldn't have been through anything short of the Force or some other space magic.

"I'm just another business man," he said to Jehn's question, "Another Manda'yam making a living selling tech, living one day at a time," he quirked a wry grin at the simple explanation of what he did. Overly simple, "We all have to make a living somehow."

[member="Kalyr Alor"] I [member="Jehn"]