Public Armored alliance (MU and Arsenians)

[Ellie Omera]

Location: Mandalore

Ellie had faced many challenges in her life, from hard fought battles to leading a village and even raising a child. Each one brought their own risk and rewards. Still there was one thing she had never fully gotten used to, making alliances. Dealing with the people of her village was easy enough, she knew those people and how they acted. Other civilizations or empires brought in many unknowns, making it more difficult to judge their actions or goals. Regardless, she was willing to take on such challenges for her people.

The newest alliance she sought was with the Mandalorian Union. A people with a strong warrior culture, steeped in honor and tradition. That was something she could respect, seeing as their cultures were similar in a way, hopefully a good common ground between them. She had learned a lot about them before, from a Mandalorian. A Mandalorian she had grown very close too. Her eyes glanced to her daughter briefly, a daughter that was a welcome result of said friendship with the Mandalorian she knew.

Shaking old memories from her mind, she set too the task of guiding her freighter into orbit above Mandalore. Ever since she had arrived, she had been shadowed by a Kad Class Frigate. They more than likely knew she was coming and were there to provide an escort, but in times of war it paid to be cautious. Bringing the Nelarea fast freighter into a high orbit, she hailed orbital control. "Orbital control, this is Ellie Omera requesting landing permission. I am seeking an audience with Kreslin Westwind ." Sure, she had informed them of her intentions days before, but she'd rather stick to formality then start an avoidable incident.

 

[Kreslin Westwind]

The galaxy burned around Mandalore. The Sith Empire and the Silver Jedi Concord, once enemies and now unease compatriots fought together against the New Imperial Order. The Galactic Alliance had launched an all out assault against the Empire while its eyes were focused to the east, earning the Alliance an attack from the Eternal Empire. This drew in the Confederacy of Independent Systems, allies of both the Sith and Alliance. An awkward and dangerous situation on all sides. In a galaxy consumed by war, it might seem odd that the Mandalorian Union had assumed a neutral stance. But, when the lines between friend and foe were blurred, it was often the best solution to remain out of things.

Today though, the Union would be making a friend. He had received word from the Arsenian people, a warrior culture originally from the inner regions of the galaxy, and now native to the border regions. Among a galaxy of Empires, Republics, and religious cults, it was a rarity to find a culture similar to the Mandalorians own. Discussion had been opened between the two nations in secret, and as the fires of war spread across the map, a meeting had been arranged. The Bastion of Steel, the seat of power for the Mand'alor and the military government, had been chosen as the site of the meeting.

Kreslin stood before the Hall of Honor, flanked on either side by Mandalorian Supercommandos, the personal guard of the Mand'alor. Lining either side of the walkway leading from the starport to the Hall of Honor were more Supercommandos, each standing at regular intervals in formal positions. Rather than blasters, each warrior was armed with a Beskad blade, sheathed at their left side, and a spear made of pure Beskar in their right hands. Beskar was rare, and such weapons, while valuable, could not be openly risked on the battlefield. Instead, they were reserved for formal occasions such as these.

Kreslin received word from orbit of the arrival of the Arsenian delegation, and he provided clearance for the craft to be escorted down to the surface towards the Bastion. He reached up and idly adjusted the cape near his neck, still unaccustomed to the new material. Following the capture of Wayland and Serreco, Kreslin had decided to forge for himself a new suit of armor. Unlike his previous Westwind model of armor, his new Beskar'gam was colored a dark grey with red accents, and a red armor weave cape over his right side, the only similarity to the Westwind fashion. Even the visor had been changed, a visual effect suggested to him by Aloy Vizsla when he was drawing up specifications. She said it gave him an air of menace.

Perhaps that would be useful.

Ellie Omera

 

[Aloy Vizsla]

H A L L
O F
H O N O R

Tag: Kreslin Westwind | Ellie Omera |

Speak of the devil, There she was: Aloy Vizsla herself, Leaned up against the wall not far away while scratching at the back of her shin with the claws on her cybernetic leg and running leather-clad fingers through the vibrant red ginger hair that shaded her sky-blue eyes from the natural lighting within the hall of honor.

"You see how they carry those Beskar spears around? It's like golden armor except Beskar is ten times as rare as gold these days... Makes me sick that they waste it on ceremony like this. Hotshot supercommandos..." She sighed to the crimson painted rally master beside her, Who was still helmeted and having none of it.

<"Commander... Are you nervous?">

"What makes you say that?"

<"You always complain about the supercommandos when you're nervous...">

∗ Sigh∗ "Yeah. I'm not supposed to be here."

<"You have a duty to be here.">

Those words cause Aloy to bite at her lip in annoyance. The rallymaster was always the blunt, straight forward kind of woman. A professional soldier whereas Aloy always saw herself as little more than a hired gun with a big mouth. She'd been handed leadership of both the Nite Owls and House Vizsla by Darsch Vizsla when she left her here to sink or swim on her own.

She had no right to be here...


And by the manda she needed some kind of stress reliever right now!
"I'm gonna need more smokes if the Mand'alor wants me to keep showing up to meetings like this..."

"Smoking is bad for your health, Ma'am."

"Ugh!"

 

[Eliz Krayt]

This was something pretty interesting. New arrivals? Allies? People who weren't Mandalorians? More importantly, Mand'alore was supposed to be there. Eliz snuck into to see Kreslin Westwind and these new warriors, far more excited for the chance to see how these sort of negotiations went with Mandos. He was up in the rafters of the Hall of Honor, finding a nice, shadowy spot to hide. They couldn't see him, right? That's what he assumed at least.

And- Ah, crap. Aloy Vizsla was there too. He frowned as he ducked farther into the rafters. From what his dad said, she'd likely find him out if he wasn't careful. The others would too, but he didn't know them. Or how good they were at finding eavesdroppers.

Ellie Omera

 

[Crane Baxa]

"I will not be trapped here in this plain of existence! You withering SPINELESS-"

That was...all the Chadra-Fan remembered after that point. He did not know exactly how he got here but...he was now here. The chirps of animals nearby carefully awakened the Chadra-Fan, looking up at the large trees. His outfit was in tatters and he could not for the life of him, figure out where his lightsaber went. His fur smelled as if it was set on fire and now resembled a more grayish look. His two legs were in extreme pain right now, his right one in particular feeling as if he had snapped it in two. Attempting to heal himself, he rested on the forest floor as he tried to gather any form of Force Energy...but it did not come to him. He had overdone it apparently, the Force could not call upon him right now, as if ignoring him. Sighing a bit loudly, he almost resigned himself to this fate.

"I lost my love, friends, house, credits...my own time and life. All my possessions, my lightsaber and even my droids are gone. I have...no honest idea at this point how it can get any worse."

Turning his head to the left, he would slowly notice a Boma Beast nearby as it eyed the Chadra-Fan and walked forward. It looked quite large as it made a few steps forward as he sighed a bit loudly. "I stand corrected...now this is the worst." There was a small growl at the Chadra-Fan before it tried to lunge into a bite at the Chadra-Fan. Grabbing a nearby branch, he would shove it into the creatures mouth veritically, lodging it open as it screeched and shook side to side. Looking at a nearby tree, he would roll his body as it was quite painful to do as he almost blacked out, going into a small hole into the tree and propped himself up as the Boma Beast broke it and tried to claw at the tree. Realizing its prey was inside, it finally just stopped and waits outside, staring right into the tree as Ben merely stared back, giving an odd growl of his own.

"I hate the outdoors."

 

[Adenn Kyramud]

Allies. Mandalorians never had many allies, and when they did, it was mainly Sith using them. But this? Another warrior culture seeking to ally themselves with the Mandalorians. Adenn had never heard of it before, but was all the more glad for an ally. This gratefulness was tempered with a desire to see these potential allies with his own eyes first. For that reason, Adenn and two of his Beskad Elite found themselves in the Hall of Honor, waiting for the arrival of the representative.

They stood further back from the formal ceremony area, choosing to remain near one of the walls. Partially shrouded in darkness as they were, they were merely dark silhouettes, outlines in the dark. They were deadly outlines however, each was clad in full beskar armor, among other materials. Furthermore, they were armed, having chosen to represent the very militant side of the spectrum the Mandalorians had to offer. And to appeal to the warrior side of their counterparts. A win-win situation, and more protection of course.

As serious as they looked though, it hardly mattered if things progressed peacefully. They'd also be able to meet like minded individuals then, at least individuals that weren't Mandalorians. Smiling, Adenn asked the million dollar question of the night.
"So vode, think they'll be up to a test of prowess?"

His question was answered by a round of chuckles from his vode. Thoughts circled in their minds as they contemplated what might happen, and what these warriors were like. It would be an interesting meeting at the very least.

Ellie Omera | Kreslin Westwind | Aloy Vizsla | Eliz Krayt

 

[Merkelig Syn]

Mer nervously sat in the transport, looking like she was about to throw up. The poor Miraluka looked down at the floor plating. She never liked ships after being stuck on slaver ships her whole life. Her body was still weak from the whole thing, and now they were meeting more tough warriors! Poodoo! Why was she here?

She looked over to Ellie, then her daughter. How were they so calm? How....? She finally looked up, her gold-film goggles hiding her eyelessness.

“How are you two so calm? Just how?” She was always shocked at how calm Arsenians could be under pressure. No matter how long she was in her adopted culture, it was one thing she never seemed to get that part. That calm.

Ellie Omera Kreslin Westwind Aloy Vizsla Adenn Kyramud

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

Funny how things worked out, how sometimes people come together, this was such a thing stardust was to witness today. The very same people that made a home on vanquo was now coming to form a alliance with the union she had become battlemaster under, stardust herself remained to the right of the mand'alore, adjusting her medallion that hung proudly on her chest.

She wore her new armor her wife had forged for her, it gave her a sense of being protected as she gave a smile as she rubbed over the new shining plating idly before she went back to attention and cleared her throat speaking to Kreslin Westwind

these warriors I can attest to, they help save my daughter and her friends when they were attacked by dragons on vanquo, they've my trust

 

[Marimax Mortui]

Marimax, a devout member of the newly formed Mandalorian Supercommandos, stood concealed in the shadows per his orders. It wasn't a pleasant or lavish assignment for a warrior of his caliber, but it was just as important to those that walked side-by-side with the leader of the Union. There was no concern, or distrust, from the delegation that was to meet in the Hall of Honors; rather from outside forces seeking to drive a spike into the impending alliance. Spies and assassins posed the greatest risk, and it was his duty to thwart any attempt from such unsavory characters.

"All clear," he said into his helmet's communication device. Due to the nature and gravity of the meeting, all those ordered to play hide and seek were required to conduct a check-in through twenty-minute intervals; ten when the meeting officially started. In the event of a situation, specific orders would be dispatched to the nearest MS, and they would react accordingly to the orders; either subdue or eliminate.

With the first of the three check-ins for the hour complete, Marimax leaned over the railing of the tree shanty he was stationed in, casually removing any further foliage obstacles that could potentially disrupt any clear shots from his vantage point. He had been issued a sniper caliber blaster rifle for the detail assignment, a weapon he was not truly comfortable with, but he was a crack shot none-the-less. His preference, naturally, was to fight the enemy up close and personal. He was built for close-quarters combat, weapons and armor alike. But admittedly, he found his perch to be peaceful and relaxing. Hopefully, nothing would disturb this.

 

[Crane Baxa]

The Boma Beast slowly strolled back and forth, watching the Chadra-Fan inside the tree as he merely laid against it. He felt the nagging pain...what was it he used to do? Use the pain as his strength? He technically would...if he could feel the Force or if he was even a few years younger. No, at this point, there was almost nothing left for him to do. This was his own fate in the making...he should have never went on that journey. He had only a few years left...what in the world would it be worth to him now? Hitting his head back onto wood behind him, he felt something jostle above him. Looking up, he noticed something glint in the corner of his eye as he tried to reach up towards it but could not do it, not while standing.

Very slowly, he tried to stand up but his right leg gave out as he fell quickly, crying out in pain as he knew something was broken now. Wincing a bit, he watched the Boma just look at him, as if waiting for him to give into his fate. Now he did not just feel pain, but anger for being denied his right to live. Who was to be the judge of this? Age that pushed him back? The Hutts that stole his life away? The Nautolan that robbed his entire life, savings and everything he ever owned?!

"No, I am my own destiny, my own man! To hell with Sith, Jedi and every person that talked to me. To hell with credits, to hell with favors, to hell with anyone! I will live my life how I choose it! Not a single person, sithspawn or destiny in the Force will ever tell it different ever again!"

Grabbing onto a stub on the inside, he extended his left leg as he felt it giving an excoriating amount of pain. He somehow found the strength needed to stand up straight, his own right leg dangling as he could not put any weight onto it. Reaching with his right hand, he stretched his body a bit till he felt the handle and pulled it down as it felt...different.

The weapon he held was a long saber, almost more akin to a short short but only with one edge. Near the hilt was something chained up next to what appeared to be a more decorative head of an animal on it. A wolf of some kind? A canine? He could not tell, it possibly must be native to this planet. Regardless though...the blade was dull, not at all ready to be used as a weapon of any kind. Touching the blades sharpness, he could not even get it to cut a bit of his own fur. It was useless. Giving another long groan, he would at least undo the chain and open up the guard to see what else there was.

That was however, the one thing that did work into his favor. Upon doing so, it seemed to have activated the old battery inside it as it glowed for a brief moment and shook as the sword would suddenly become sharp, the dullness now a shining example of modern technology. Was this some form of Vibroblade that he never heard of? Holding it up with his left hand, he felt an immense amount of power as he looked out towards the Boma Beast with finally...a possible equalizer.

 

[Raya Krayt]

For a clan that had a history of intolerance towards Force users, Raya had been attempting to heal decades of fractured relationships with some other clans who had fallen victim to such prejudice - much to the dismay of her more zealous clan members. It was a bold move for the already scrutinised Alor but she believed it was best for the clan, even if they didn't all think so themselves. If they wanted to do her job then by all means they could try and challenge her for the position but the lack of such challenge showed how undesirable the position was to those in her clan.

At first, she had been afraid of being beaten in a duel and losing reputation among her clan for such a loss but gradually that fear left her as she became more unhappy in the position she was in. She made riskier decisions involving the clan when she no longer cared about being usurped. If someone took her place, even if she lost reputation for it, it would be a welcome relief. She could go off the grid again and live as she used to before her life had been turned upside down by being suddenly thrust into the leadership position in place of her mother.

The Mandalorian had heard of another young Alor whose reputation preceded her and though she had seen her around at group gatherings, the pair had never formally met. The only other clan she had ties with was Clan Gred who they now resided together with in an effort to increase relations with Force using Mandalorians, which Mig Gred was one of.

Upon reaching the building, she spotted Aloy and approached her. Usually, she was nervous when meeting other Alors, knowing that they too may be scrutinising her for her inexperience as her clan did, but she felt a sense of calm as she approached Aloy and even her usual confidence had returned. "Hi Aloy. I'm Raya, Alor of Clan Krayt. Nice to meet you." She introduced herself and held a hand out to the other woman. "It'll be nice to get some allies for once." She chuckled. While she had little political reason to be there, her focus was on improving relations with other clans and changing the perception of the prejudiced clan from which she hailed.

Aloy Vizsla

 

[Aloy Vizsla]

Tag: Raya Krayt | Eliz Krayt |

Aloy was in the middle of lighting one of her smokes, out one of her smokes right when Raya appeared, The Vizsla alor taking a glance at the fine black and purple armor long before she registered that the Krayt was speaking to her.

So instead, She pockets the cig and leaves the match between her fingers, Giving her fellow Alor a firm shake with her open hand and a toothy grin

"Pardon me Ma'am, Didn't think I was important enough to get any attention" She chuckles "But yeah, It'll be nice to find another power that ain't gunning for us... Be the first time since the sith betrayed us."

"It seems you have at a disadvantage though. You seem to know me and mine better than I know you. I've heard of Clan Krayt, But I've been wading sheb deep in politics, Too distracted to really learn more about the other clans I'm afraid" She chuckles nervously while scratching the back of her head beneath her tousled ginger hair.


The crimson painted Rally master beside Aloy simply crossed her arms and leaned back against the column she'd been standing in front of, Content to let Aloy do the talking and simply be there if they needed her.

 

[Crane Baxa]

Staring down at the beast before him, the Boma, he felt his own eyes adjusting a bit as the lush green around him was not as lush as he first believed. Everything was starting to turn a brownish color around him with his own eyes feeling a bit more strained. He must have used more Force Energy then he first realized. It did not seem as wide anymore, almost a bit skinnier than he first imagined and a long tail to accommodate with it. Carefully putting a hand on the opening, he slowly hopped his way out as the creature was long as he was...maybe a tad shorter. To most creatures, the Chadra-Fan at four feet was just short, anything near his height was terrifying. Watching the creature before him as it started to notice the vibroblade like weapon, backing off very slowly as the Chadra-Fan dug the edge down into the dirt, almost using it like a cane as he pushed himself against the bark of the tree.

"Come on you big brown piece of turd. Come try and get me now...what you waiting for?"

Looking away for a brief moment at the tree, he knew he could climb it with his hands but the leg would be the most massive of issues. The Chadra-Fan did not have really any good strength, at least not anymore. Looking back towards the creature before him, he would hear it growl as it seemed extremely intelligent from afar and...even had another set of legs? This made the Chadra-Fan extremely confused for a very important reason...he had sold creatures before though the Black Market and yet he somehow mistaken this thing for a Boma Beast...worst yet, if he had no idea what this was, he was really in trouble. Lifting the blade up from the ground, he tried to hop a bit forward to a nearby tree but at that point, the creature leaped at him with quick ferocity.

Falling backwards on the leap, he pressed that flat end of the blade onto the neck, barely having enough strength to push it back as it snapped its jaws at him several times. The tail behind the creature was quite long and probably to him, be used like a weapon but due to the height difference...that may not happen. Feeling the six feet almost claw at his body, he had just enough strength to pull back on the blade just enough and thrust it forward when it tried to get closer, smashing the throat in just a bit as he heard a yelp, falling to the side as it struggled for a moment for breath. The Chadra-Fan sat up and tried to slice down onto the creature yet the battery just decided to die, the vibrating stopped as it made a pathetic PAFT noise on hitting the creatures head, barely doing any harm except giving a bruise. The creature...was more angry now.

"Ah Sithspawn."

The creature would roll over and pounce at the Chadra-Fan again as he flicked it thankfully to his other side as it rolled over, using his now turned off vibrosword like a vaulting tool. Laying there as he watched the creature get back up, Ben tried to flick the guard a few times as he tried to get it reactivated as the creature pounced onto him. At that moment thankfully, it did turn back on and swung the Vibroblade directly into the mouth of the creature, cutting its cheeks open as it also cut a few teeth out as it rolled to the side and laid there, bleeding out as it was in shock. Turning around, he would swing the Vibrosword to its neck as then, there was no noise.

It slowly...became peaceful again as only one creature breathed on the floor. The Chadra-Fan laid there, the smell of the creature having overridden his own scents slowly came back to normal. What was that thing? He hoped there was no more of them as he slowly tried to prop himself up as he heard a smaller cry above him. Looking up at the tree...he saw a much smaller creature, almost resembling-the rats heart dropped. It climbed down the tree and sniffed at the other creature as it gave another cry as very carefully, the Chadra-Fan grabbed with one hand the rather small creature and pulled it away from its mother.

Chadra-Fans had a sixth sense, one of pheromones as he could detect sometimes from creatures like itself, worry and anxiety. Cradling the creature close to himself, he felt the Vibrosword run out of battery once again as he used it like a cane as he held the other one with one arm and very slowly, started to hop carefully away from the corpse. There was no need to let the younger once see it any more, this was his fault as much as the mothers...yet now, what does he do? Stopping at a nearby tree a bit far away from the mother, he leaned against it as he felt the small one struggle a bit, biting at his arm yet actually hurt a bit but no skin came off, just a few things of fur as he looked down and thought on what he should do.

 

[Ellie Omera]

Ellie let out a small sigh of relief when they recieved ground clearance. Not that she expected that they wouldn't, just meant that they were that much closer to the meeting. Bringing more power to the engines, she adjusted the ships trajectory towards the landing zone, all the while being escorted in by several fighters. She gave a small smile at Merkelig Syn 's comment about being so calm. "I've had a lifetime of experience, Mer. She, on the other hand." She gave a nod towards her daughter who was still enthralled at the sight of the planet Mandalore. "Can just be blissfully ignorant at times." Eerie was just now pulling her attention from the planet when her mother spoke in her direction. "Huh?" The young teen said in confusion. "I said to buckle up kiddo, we're landing." Eerie excitedly hopped into her seat and buckled up.

The freighter rocked gently through their decent. On the way down, Ellie got a quick glimpse of the planet. She had heard of the recent conflicts they had suffered and was glad to see that they were rebuilding. They were a strong people and knew how to endure. That was something Ellie could admire about them.

She brought the freighter in gently and touched down in front of the Hall of Honor. Powering down the vessel, she turned and gave a small nod to her passengers before heading towards the loading ramp. She passed by the two Kubrae resting in the cargo hold, both there on her daughter's insistence. Ellie agreed, but only if they remained on board. Enthusiastically, Eerie hugged both dogs before following her mom down the ramp.

Ellie made her way down the ramp, her boots keeping a steady pace. She barely paused when she reached the bottom of the ramp, but her blue eyes were already taking in every detail, from the building to the gathering of beings that awaited her. Today she was dressed a little less formal then her usual attire from previous meetings. Black combat boots with metal plating, dark brown cargo, dark brown plated gauntlets, and a blue tunic with the symbol of Bretia on the back and underneath a long sleeved duramesh shirt. The long sleeve shirt was rolled up past her elbow, revealing various tattoos and scars.

There was no hesitation in her steps as she closed the gap. She came to a stop a short distance from Kreslin. For a brief moment, she sized him up. Her eyes taking in every detail, from how he stood to what he wore. Sometimes appearances alone can be deceiving, but the way he held himself told her much. An almost heaviness to him from life experiences, rather than any form of arrogance.

In contrast, Ellie looked young to most, but her scars tended to tell adifferent story. From the ones both small and large. To the thin scar that cut through her left eye, leaving half her iris gray rather than an ice blue. Even though the assessment was brief, she had learned a little from the man. She broke the silence by giving a slight bow and introducing herself and her entourage. " Kreslin Westwind ? My name is Ellie Omera and this is Merkelig Syn and my daughter Eerie omera. We are the delegation from Arsenae. Thank you for agreeing to meet with us."

 

[Jaster Awaud]

- Jaster lost much in the liberation of his homeworld, most of his corporate fleet was destroyed in the blockade of Concord Dawn. As a result the failure of his company to protect his corp ships damaged the income of the Trade Conglomerate was dropping in the red. Between the liberation of Mandalore and this meeting he crusaded all throughout the Unknown Region to secure the Jaster Trade Spine. This was to supply Mandalore with whatever raw goods he could get his hands on. It also was good that his ledgers would stop from drowning.

- The Alor of House Awaud entered the room, he wore his battle armor with fresh blaster scorching and dents in his armor. He was just suppressing a pirate hideout on GH-351, an old Imperial Outpost made it feel like taking a starving hound away from a delicious meal. Finishing that conflict was when he got the message to meet Mand'alor Kreslin Westwind at the capital to assist with the talks if needed. He was one of the few within the Union who owned and he still kept a wide eye on the economy of the Union. Meeting with potential allies would help boost the holes that the Mandalorians just couldn't fill. As a culture they were excellent farmers and warriors, along with engineers and smiths, but there were still many things that could be filled. Still so much they needed to clean up the mess the Sith Empire and previous wars had done to his home. He loved his home, even took up the old residence of his House that was destroyed by the nuke of the Mandalorian Civil War. Rebuilding and updating his childhood home felt like a dream, and so he only wanted another golden age for his people and his House.

- Realizing how battle worn he looked he quickly took off his helmet and did his best to slink off to the side by one of the Supercommandos. He was here to assist with the negotiations and speak when suggested to. Otherwise he was a shadow and perform whatever the Union would need. Transporting goods that the Union would need and supply the minimal raw goods needed to boost the economy.

- Jaster stood by Aloy Vizsla and Raya Krayt but didnt say a word, he figured it would be rude to interupt their conversation. He was also a little out of breath as he ran from his dropship to the Hall because he knew he was running late.

 

[Merkelig Syn]

Mer looked at Ellie, pulling the aviator jacket she wore closed as the woman noted experience. It couldn't be something easy could it. She then looked at the not so focused Errie, snickering a little. Girl had her head in the clouds sometimes. The former slave wished she could be that calm sometimes. Either way though, she would follow Ellie out. She looked at the Kubrae. They were better than birds, that was for sure, but she still wasn't super keen on them. Especially not keen enough to hug one. It may've just been some past memories, but she didn't know for sure.

Soon, the taller woman would walk out, wearing her aviator jacket, cargo pants, and some boots and gloves; all of which helped to hide her frail body. She kept her head down, not wanting to focus on anyone. She just hoped they didn't focus on her all that much. Just blend into the.... They all had armor.... Well. There went her blending in plan. Poodoo. Why was she worried. They didn't like slavers either right? At least that's what one of her old cellmates said. It was also good that they shouldn't mind her goggles. No matter what she wasn't taking those off.

Then Ellie introduced her to the guy in charge! Great.... She gave a nervous wave, not quite sure how to act around Mandalorians. At the same time, it was weird for her.

Ellie Omera Kreslin Westwind Aloy Vizsla Raya Krayt Jaster Awaud Marimax Mortui

 

[Eliz Krayt]

For all the hype they seemed incredibly.. Normal. Eliz frowned a bit as he glanced to the visitors. Were they supposed to be something different from their own? Maybe it was better that they didn't look different. They'd fit in better. Right? Eliz was still trying to figure out what it meant to be of a vastly different race than the normal. The blue tint to his skin had faded, but it was still there. Faint, but there.

He leaned a bit too far out from where he was hiding and ended up falling flat. And making quite a bit of noise. Eliz quickly got up and cleared his throat before slipping back into his hiding space like it totally just didn't happen.

Merkelig Syn | Kreslin Westwind | Aloy Vizsla | Raya Krayt | Jaster Awaud | Marimax Mortui

 

[Kreslin Westwind]

Kreslin did not move as the Arsenian delegation approached. His helmet began feeding him information through his visor, taking biological and sensor scans of each of the individuals approaching. They were what he expected them to be, a delegation of warriors...for the most part. The simple wave Merkelig Syn led Kreslin to snap his head around and stare at them briefly, a brief flash of red light going from one side of his visor to the other. Grunting, mostly to himself, Kreslin turned his gaze back towards Ellie Omera before him. He returned the slight bow with one of his own, the armorweave cloak over his right side shifting.

"Ellie Omera, I welcome you and your people to Manda'yaim. I extend guest rights and protection to you and your family for as long as you are within my home." The last words were accented by the assembled Supercommando's slamming the ends of their Beskar spears into the ground, sending up a shower of sparks. With formality done with, Kreslin reached up and removed his helmet, mag-locking it to his belt beneath his cloak. Around them, the Supercommandos began to move, forming two close ranked columns on either side of the small meeting group.

"It is my pleasure to meet you, Ellie. It is a rare thing to meet others of such a noble warrior culture in this galaxy, and we welcome the chance to get to know such kindred souls. Now, if you would follow me, a meal has been prepared to mark the start of this occasion." Kreslin turned slightly, gesturing towards the open doors of the Hall of Honor, and began to lead the assembled individuals, both in the meeting and around the outskirts, towards a large dining hall located on the first floor of the Hall of Honor. A slight bit of movement above him drew his eyes briefly, and he narrowed his eyes.

Turning his head towards Aloy Vizsla nearby, Kreslin flashed a quick series of Nite Owl combat signs, twisting his fingers the way Aloy had taught him. It still hurt to do it, he was not as nimble as he used to be. 'Unknown Target. Above. Investigate.'

Eliz Krayt Jaster Awaud Raya Krayt Marimax Mortui Stardust Solus Skirae

 

[Crane Baxa]

The forest did not seem to end though then again, he made very slow progress. The creature in his arm had slowly stopped fighting as it merely started to look side to side, giving an odd crying like noise. The Chadra-Fan...to say the least, was exhausted. Tied to his belt with some twine was the vibrosword he just got, currently off yet still a bit heafty. In his right hand was a large branch, well for his size, that almost resembled a cane as he carefully hobbled towards one tree to another. After a short period however, he would see something in the distance that resembled...well a landing pad. It could barely be made out but it did exist, one way or another. Giving a small sigh of relief, he would slowly lean back onto the tree he was on and slide down carefully, feeling a twinge of pain from his right leg as he winced.

"I hate getting old."

At that moment, he felt a bit more emotional pain as he looked down for a moment. This could be the end for all he knew, that landing pad could be one of disturbance, criminal ties. He honestly had no idea where he was and yet...he looked to the side as he saw the small creature tucked between his left arm as it merely looked around. He felt that he lost one purpose and landed straight into another one, taking care of this...small creature. Moving his right hand gently, he would go to pet it as it looked at its index finger and bite on it as it felt a bit painful yet he lifted his middle and ring finger up, petting the top of its head. Very slowly, it would stop biting and give an unusual murr like noise as it started to relax. The Chadra-Fan watched it as he just sat there, feeling his energy slowly fade away as he spoke quietly.

"This is my fault...I should not have went with that party of theirs. I should have stayed behind...ignored this manifest destiny they all wanted, to strike back at the Sith Empire...to take another job, to feel important again. Instead...I got beaten by a Sith Lady calling herself a God and flung here...where I had to kill your mother. Forgive me little one...I did not want this to happen."

Letting go of the creatures head for a moment, he felt it ruffle against his body as he felt something get pressed into his chest. Blinking for a moment, he would check his coat pocket as he pulled out one of the disposable cigarras he had a long time ago. It surprised him a bit that he never checked that small section of his pocket...it felt just unusual after all this time to have forgotten it. Putting it into his mouth, he pulled the vibrosword out just a little and leaned down, trying to activate it for a brief moment as it did, lighting the cigarra as he leaned back and gently puffed. It felt properly aged...somewhat like he was though he did not think for a single second...how that little bit of heat, could be detected so far away. Smoking it gently, he relaxed and let himself gather a bit of energy through a small rest, not wanting to disturb the little one in his arm as he resumed to petting it, wondering what their fate shall be.

 

[Marimax Mortui]

Pacing back and forth on the perch, his eyes scanning the forest through the helmet's tinted visor, methodically observing the breathtaking layout. The forest seemed disturbingly quiet for the time of day. Birds that normally sang and chatted among one another was absent, the one true red flag that alerted Marimax that something was amiss. When birds, even the lower animals on the food chain, drew silence in their breaths; either an apex predator was in a hunting phase, or an interloper was skulking about. In spite of the quietness surrounding him, the comlinks too were silent.

"I don't like this," he whispered to himself. A conflict was brewing deep within his mind. One side, break orders and investigate. The opposing side, remain at his post and be ready to act. Then came a sound. Through his helmet's broadband antenna, he picked up a sound almost similar to a twig snapping; but the sound, surprisingly, didn't radiated from below him on the forest floor, but above him and to his left.

Unbuckling the straps that laid over his twin pistols on his hips, quietly, granting easy access to them; he drew the sniper rifle up, lining up the weapon's scope to his remaining opened eye, and finally began to scour the the branches off to his left. Just for a brief instance, Marimax thought he caught a slight movement. He kept the weapon trained in that general direction, his trigger finger resting slightly on the trigger; waiting.

Kreslin Westwind / Eliz Krayt / Merkelig Syn