Campaign Auroral Descent | The Enclave

[The Quartermaster]

C H A P T E R
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The Enclave had for so long stood as the lone pillar of peace and safety for the fractured diaspora of Mandalorian civilization. Even with Mandalore retaken, it was surrounded by knives and daggers from all sides. The future of the home of the Mandalorians would be forever in turmoil. But on the continent of Daba'r, where Mandalore the First had first rallied the clans of the Mando'a, the children of Mandalore were able to rest, thrive, and grow.

But no warrior is content with peace forever. It is not in the blood of the Mando'ade to sit in complacency. After that fashion, the Enclave chose to run various missions to recover covert and forgotten relics of Mandalorian history in corners all across the galaxy. And on one of them, a mission to the forest moon of Onderon, Dxun, an ancient and mysterious star map was discovered that led to a planet outside of known space. . .

Scouts that returned reported that it was a world of ice, one that was not registered on any known database or star chart. Even more strange was that it was covered in a blizzard, preventing any scans of the planet save in one spot: in which seemed to be some sort of massive temple buried in a mountainside, covered in snow and ice. All they were able to do was establish a landing zone, but seismic readings of the encased temple showed disturbing readings far below it.

Now, the Quartermaster calls all available warriors to this unknown planet, to uncover this hidden temple's secrets and discover what darkness awaits them deep in its crypts.

Spoiler: Objectives

• Cross the penumbral divide and enter the Sanctum, the innermost chamber of this mysterious temple. For behind locks, puzzles, and machines, there may lie treasures yet untold.

• Seismic readings by the Enclave vanguard indicate that there is some churning mass -- or many masses -- moving in the underbelly of the temple. Descend and report on what these are. (This will be the primary combat objective. Keep in mind that the catacombs are extremely tight-quarters).

Spoiler: Tag List

Akshae Numek
Aloy Vizsla
Aria Nox
Aselia Verd
Garza
Caeos Prahl
Corvus Dravere
Darsch Vizsla
Forjund Australis
Gaia Sunaris Cadera
Hinah Dragr
Jerrick Shado
Jett Vox
Kale Onara
Kandosii Ka'rta
Kar Bakar
Karsan Munin
Kaz Vizsla
Kelisea Dragr
Kes Stag
Kragr Krayt
Kytana Horizonis
Mig Gred
Miria Tanau
Obran
Oya Bralor
Radon Krayt
Rav Bralor
Saram Kote
Scald
Sinya Ani
Siv Dragr
Stardust Solus Skirae
Talon Aegis
Tan'yill Vizsla
Zahim Markona
Tarre Priest
Thom Betna
Torrack Torrackstur
Tristan Ortega
Uriel Kahn
Ursula Vizla
Vaux Gred
Vren Rook
Zephyr Krayt
Zurin

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[Isran Varad]

LOCATION: Uncharted World
TAG: The Quartermaster

Frigid.

Were it not for the temperature control systems within Isran's beskar'gam, a symphony of chattering teeth would have been persistent. Yet, despite the systems' best efforts, the bitterness of the frozen world would not denied. Isran would not freeze to death, but he certainly was the furthest thing from comfortable. These were the sort of hellscapes that the Mandalorian did well to avoid. When the luxury of selecting ones mark was available, he would make certain to pass on those which frequented frosted locales.

Yet for the Enclave. For the vode? He'd deal.

For now.

In the moment, the Quartermaster had made the call to muster. According to the details, an ancient starmap had led to this forgotten world. And beneath the ice, untold boons to their people awaited. Thus, draped in a cloak which flapped wildly in the winds, Isran joined those assembled. Silent. Humble. His gaze was settled upon the one who had made the call.​

 

[Vren Rook]

TAG: The Quartermaster | Isran Varad

The call was made.

Vren was content as a Karjr for the Enclave, hunting those that wish ill on the safe haven of his fellow Clans within the Enclave. Yet, in his heart, he was a hardened Mando'ade. So when the Quartermaster had mustered the brunt force, he was one of the first to answer.

The briefing was swift. Not much was known about where they were going. It was a blip on a starmap and the scouts found some funny stuff underground. But for the sake of those that swore on the Resol'nare, he was one of the spearheads that traveled to the frozen wasteland.

It was chit.

Wind and ice and snow. It cut through everything - beskar'gam, cloaks, anything really. It wasn't normal. What in haran was going on here?

According to the briefing, strange readings were made underneath a certain spot on the forsaken world. It was his job as Karjr to see what was actually wrong.

So here he was, wrapped up in warm stuff that really didn't help that much. But he was determined to get to the bottom of what was causing the disturbances on the vanguard's scans. He moved to the coordinates given and waited for his fellow verda.

 

[Hinah Dragr]

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Tag: | The Quartermaster | Isran Varad | Vren Rook | Open |
Wearing: [xXx]
Arsenal: Pair of standard blaster pistols, Explosives of all kinds

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It had been a while since Hinah had been out with any of the others for any reason. It hadn't been for a dislike of anything or anyone, it had merely been a matter of personal reasoning that kept the brunette at home. Things she had needed to work on - balance among them, though that had hardly helped her any. But new explosives, things with both smaller and larger blast radiuses, and honestly she had needed some time for herself. The weight of everything had finally caught up to her, and she had just needed time.

Now however, she was back in the saddle, so to speak. And what a time to choose to jump back in. The cold of this uncharted place bit through everything Hinah was wearing, and while of course it was dampened quite a bit, it was still cold. Everything was frozen and frigid, and she shuddered as a chill crept up her spine not for the first time since arriving.

She had found herself with those she did not personally know, and therefor was quiet in reaction. Part of that of course was the cold, though she was never one to speak up too freely around strangers. Observation was key to be sure anyone she didn't know could be trusted, or at least tolerated, and this was no different. Granted, in a place like this she had to hope she could trust those around her, otherwise this could be a real short trip.

Whatever the case, Hinah sighed slowly through her nose and took only a few steps away from the others. Without knowing what was going on around them, there was no way she was going to venture out too far on her own. But just standing around was only going to make her more cold than she already was. "Anyone else not like the feel of this place?" she finally spoke up, and she wasn't addressing the obvious cold.

 

[Vaux Gred]

Tags: The Quartermaster Isran Varad Vren Rook Hinah Dragr

Vaux cursed under her breath at the cold that bit her like an angry strill. She was born and raised on Concord Dawn. It didn't get that cold on Concord Dawn. It rarely if ever snowed. It was an ag-world, and it made her hate cold with a passion. Her astromech partner VK, a V-1 droid made by her own clan, who let out an annoyed whistle. She grumbled more before looking at her buddy.

"I know you don't like snow, but those tracks work way better than an R-Series' wheels at least." She was hear because the Quartermaster called. Mig Gred would've been there too if he didn't have responsibilities on New Dawn right now. Stupid lack of responsibilities. Maybe she wouldn't be freezing if she had something else to do. She looked around, checking her Trayc'kal, being sure it was loaded correctly before looking at the others.

Hinah? Yeah. That was it. She asked if anyone else had a bad feeling. The pilot looked over and nodded, clearly not enjoying this trip so far.

"It's a temple. I'm convinced that's a design requirement at this point." Vaux sighed a little. "But this one is a... different creepy."

 

[Sinya Ani]

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Tag: | The Quartermaster | Open |
Wearing: [X]

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Perhaps it was foolish not to remain in close quarters with the other, but then again when had Sinya ever gone with the flow for anything? All of her life she had done things out of the norm, so why should she stop doing so now? While those who had heed the Quartermaster's call had mostly dipped towards the hallowed halls of the catacombs, Sin's logical mind instead led her to the Sanctum. It was still cold, though for the moment any howling wind had yet to find her as she very slowly paced her way deeper into the chamber. She was mindful of where her feet were place, just in case something had once upon a time been more creative and protective of what could possibly lay beyond.

As it were, thus far the Twi'lek had yet to trip any traps, and she was utterly grateful for the fact considering that for the moment she was all by her lonesome. This was not typically something that bothered her; having time to herself usually meant more time for studies, research, the works. But this...this place made her feel uneasy. Perhaps it was merely paranoia, as the chamber was large and she was just one body filling it at the moment. Whatever the case, she was mindful, and alert to her surroundings.

"What do we have here..." Her nearly melodic tone broke the quiet of the chamber as her footfalls carried her closer to a singular door. Sin eyed it curiously, but did not touch. "A room full of puzzles?" oddly, or perhaps not so much so if one knew her, this pleased the Twi'lek. She did like all manner of things that both used and stimulated the brain after all.

Clearly, her decision to not follow the others had paid off - and there were not even any physical rewards to be seen thus far...

 

[Siv Dragr]

C R Y P T

Tag: Isran Varad | Vren Rook | Hinah Dragr | Vaux Gred | OPEN

A blizzard pounded on the hull of Siv's gunship, the Blood Eclipse, as it made its way through the storm to the landing point that he'd been sent. This world -- did it even have a name -- had come upon some dusty star chart on Dxun, and now the Quartermaster was sending a full op team to scout it out. If he wasn't getting handsomely compensated for it, then Siv wouldn't have come. But, the Enclave paid well, and so Siv found himself piloting in the middle of a blizzard out on the edge of unknown space.

He touched down roughly, leaving the stabilizers on and turning off the heat sink as a buffer against the storm pounding against his ship. And then, with his cloak flapping out behind him roughly, he disembarked into the cold. The snow crunched under his boots as he walked up to the assembled Mando'ade. There were familiar faces among them -- his sister-in-arms Hinah, one of the last remaining members of Clan Dragr, as well as Vaux Gred and Vren Rook, two warriors he had fought the Krayt with. But there were even more that he did not know, and in many ways, that boded well. A sign of growth.

He thrust his thumbs into his belt as he reached the group, formed up in a loose semi-circle. "Quartermaster is back at the Enclave," he said shortly in case there was anyone waiting for her to make an appearance. "I'll be running point today on coordination," he continued. "We have two objectives -- figure out what the seismic disturbances are, and explore the inner chambers of this temple. Report what you find, and most importantly: don't get killed."

His speech was short, and he didn't offer much in the way of solidarity or support. Brief and succinct; that was the way he did things. "Any questions?"
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[Kale Onara]

Kale Onara had been on the other side of the galaxy when he got the signal from the Quartermaster. It was an all call for any available Mando'ade to rally at this unknown ice planet and investigate. Kale wouldn't let opportunity like this pass him by, even if the Quartermaster herself hadn't sent out the summons. He pushed his hyperdrive hard but made it to this ice ball in great time. His R5 astromech Rascal beeped that he found the cleared landing zone that had been scouted previously and several craft had already made planetfall. Kale donned all of his beskar'gam as well as his twin modified DH-17 blasters. He took three thermal detonators and finished with slinging his customized A280 scoped blaster rifle. He slid his vibroknife into its sheath at his right ankle and checked to make sure all of his equipment was properly set.

Once his ship the Beskar'Kal had landed, he put his helmet on and sealed it. He looked to Rascal, "If these seismic vibrations endanger the ship, take off at once and wait in orbit for my signal. Got it?" Rascal beeped his affrimative and Kale nodded to the droid as the loading ramp began to cycle open. Once the loading ramp had opened, he still found the bitter wind and cold seeping into his Beskar and laying cold hands upon his body. His breath was stolen for a moment by the cold but he shook it off and walked down the ramp with purposeful strides. As he came up to his fellow Mando'ade, he heard a female grumble about the cold and he had to silently agree with her but the Quartermaster wouldn't send out an all call for a fool's errand. He turned as one he knew as Siv Dragr speak. He respected the man so he had no problem letting him take lead on this mission. Kale appreciated Siv keeping his speech short and to the point.

Now that he had a better idea of the mission objectives, Kale did a final system and weapons check before moving out. This should be most interesting... He mused to himself as they headed toward their objective.

 

[Obran]

Fierfek

The curse word came out of the helmet amps with a metallic grating. His modulator was on the fritz, again, and his voice had a tinny, almost HK like quality. It was an annoying affect he put up with as some of the modifications he had wired into the buc'ye were just not jiving well with each other and he couldn't seem to do much. All the systems functioned fine, no shorts or pulled wires or blown fuses. He just sounded like he was coming through to whoever listened to him via a string and tin can. Which he could live with.

Originally the cursing had started because his ship had suffered a climate control malfunction on the way in, overheating. It wasn't a nice ship, a surplus taken from a Corellian spice runner he had brought in cold thank to the hot-shot thinking he could out-gun a Mandalorian. But it flew, and was fast. So he kept it around, even if it was less than helpful to his purposes. But he had arrived before almost any others.

So it was he had began to scout the Sanctum, and getting the labyrinthian puzzle keep vibe, had decided to wait in the entryway for any others, before one of them working tripped up the other, and a cascade of potential failures and probable booby traps ended them all before their efforts really began. A helmet to the side, worn green and gold dull with forge soot, he idly played a piece he had been composing for his bes'bev, the beskar flute droning almost like particularly dolorous bees as he waited.

In his figuring, the others would show and they'd put their heads together. After the first trap found, he had elected to wait and remain alive.

Sinya Ani | The Quartermaster

 

[Zurin]

TAGS: I forgot to add the tags...sorry.
ARSENAL: Kukri x1 Strapped to left shoulder piece, Vibro Knives x2 Sheathed on the side of both his calves, Combat knives x5 Strapped to various areas, Dc-17's x2, E-11 Blaster with a bayonet aattachment, and standard Mandalorian Vambraces.

Zurin's teeth chattred and he pulled his tattered cloak closer to his body. The cloak wasn't made for keeping it's wearer warm.....It was more used for concealment but.....It was all he had. Zurin had been waiting for sometime.....How long? Nobody knows.....In the cold.....You don't have time to think.

Zurin checked his blasters again and he muttered a curse. His guns trigger was frozen. Zurin pulled out his knife and started chipping away at the ice on his gun.

Zurin picked himself up from the rock he was using as a seat when he saw Siv's ship Blood Eclipse approaching. He cracked his neck and a grin grew on his face

"It's show time!"

Zurin joined the others and listened to Siv's speech...Siv was he didn't mind taking orders from and he hated taking orders which is why he workes alone.....He was glad Siv's speech was short and straightforward.....
The mission itseld seemed simple enough....Scout out the Sanctum and find whatever is making those seismic-waves.....

 

[Seris Vant]

Tags: Siv Dragr Isran Varad Vren Rook Hinah Dragr Vaux Gred Kale Onara Zurin

It had been a long time since Seris had joined with other Mandalorian's for a mission. So happened she was just in the right place at the right time to be asked to join in the excursion to this ice ball. This ancient temple no one had probably been too in centuries, maybe longer, was sure to at least hold some secrets, and dangers. But that's why Seris was here. She was informed that there was something, or somethings stiring in the depths of the complex. At least according to the scans. Whatever was down there though they were to soon find out.

Seris braced against the winds. Thankful she had a layer of fur under all that armor she wore. It helped. In a circle the scout team had just been given a brief by Siv, the mission commander. It was indeed a brief brief of the briefest kind. At least he asked for questions. Seris had none. Silence from the others as well. "If no one has any, lets get out of this wind and get to work. The others are already inside."

 

[Aloy Vizsla]

Tag: Siv Dragr | Seris Vant | Zurin | Isran Varad | Vren Rook | Hinah Dragr | Vaux Gred | Kale Onara |

Spoiler: SWTOR - frozen wastes

Aloy sat on a small boulder just above the group, Her clawed cybernetic leg having latched itself on to support her while her organic leg laid crossed over it, And her strange disruptor staff lay in her lap. This figure, Clad in silver beskar armor, Devoid of paint aside from the handprint and starfighter-eque teeth painted on her helm, Was none other than Aloy Vizsla, The enigmatic new Alor of House Vizsla of Roon, Warden of the cold north and reluctant leader of her people. A mysterious figure with no reputation to back her claim or recognition among the enclave despite her progress building the hold of Mid'gaard. Instead, Those very few that had heard of her knew her as Commander of the Nite Owls within the mandalorian union, Leader of the shadow crusade against sith Death Watch.

But here? She was no one. From nothing.

That wasn't entirely bad. She hated being the leader of either her house or the nite owls. She never asked for any of this... When Darsch left her, She threw command and alor of this once great house onto Aloy, And now she was here... Unworthy in her own mind, Inexperienced in the ways of leadership despite her undoubted knack for the violence of mandalorian life.

To make it worse, She didn't really know anyone here. She was a stranger among her own people, Having spent the past decade of her life in self imposed exile among outsiders, Barely speaking to other mandalorians since she was 15 years old...

So, She sat there like the Owl she was, Perched up high and cleaning snow out of her staff while she watched the few she recognized, Though none would really know her by more than name, If even.

Siv Dragr was the first to really speak, Explaining the basics. Short, Simple. She recognized Vaux by voice, A fighty one that had spoken up to the Sons of Mandalore during their exhausting "Meeting" with the hotheaded sect. Kale had offered her a drink once on tatooine, Though she didn't know him by name, Only his armor.

Pretty soon it looked like it was time to leave and explore the catacombs. Finally...

She stands suddenly, Leaping down with a slight grunt and landing with a loud metallic thud against the ground a little ways from the group, Landing in a cloud of snow like an asteroid as her clawed limb absorbed the impact with it's shock absorbers, Allowing her to jump from higher than usual.

Her staff and robotic claws tap against the ice as she approaches, Bowing her head in greeting as she entered the small crowd.

<"House Vizsla has answered the Quartermaster's call. If you like, I can scout ahead quietly with my cloaking devices"> She says in a neutral tone, Masking her annoyance with the whether, Though her voice still sounded young and eager, Even a bit hoarse from too much whisky and smokes in her years as a Bounty Hunter prior to her rise.

 

[Tyran Numeck]

The cold didn’t bother Tyran all that much. His beskar’gam was well insulated, something he had made sure of after a miserable mission on Nellogant with Clan Cadera on what felt like a lifetime ago. It had been a long time since he had worked with any other Mando’ade outside of the small circle of misfits and castaways he had collected in the time after the collapse of the Mandalorian Empire, but he did have his own compound on Roon where this Enclave had set up shop and he had to admit the transmission about some mysterious temple frozen under a good chunk of ice had interested him.


He stood there in stark contrast to the white landscape around the loose semi-circle of Mandalorians, his deep-charcoal colored armor making him look just as imposing as he truly was. He hadn’t come to this frozen hell alone though. Beside him was his younger brother, the two were the last in the Numeck bloodline and they hardly ever agreed on anything…unless it was fighting. They were both good at that. Tyran crossed his large arms over his chest and tried to ignore his brother on their private channel. Rixa was a man who enjoyed comforts and using his looks to woo his way into the life of a wealthy princess, or if he was feeling ambitious, a queen or two. He created more problems that Tyran had to go and pull his little brother out of than he did anything else and Rixa could get under Tyran’s skin better than anyone else, and right now he was trying to do just that.


“You said this could be some bonding time, never said anything about standing around and freezing our shebs off.” He said through chattering teeth. “Could have told me we were coming to the damned tundra.”

“So I left some details out, sue me.” Tyran said without so much as moving in his very warm flightsuit. “Parading around with princesses and queens has made you soft. This will be good for you.” All in all Tyran actually found it amusing that his brother was this bothered by the cold. Rixa tucked his hands under his armpits and Tyran could feel the scowl being aimed at him through his little brother’s much paler grey helmet. “Relax Vod’ika, we’ll be inside the temple soon and it’ll be much warmer with everyone’s body heat. Until then, just stand there and try to just cool down.”


Tyran couldn’t help but smirk. It wasn’t often that he made a joke. Tyran knew for certain that if Rixa hadn’t been as cold as he was that he probably would have taken a swing. A few seconds later another ship touched down and another Mando’ad came marching down the ramp with some authority and barking orders. Tyran wasn’t used to be told what to do, in fact he didn’t like it at all, but he also wasn’t an idiot. The Enclave had its way of doing things and he was an outsider here so he would play nicely until he was given a reason not to.

 

[Tristan Ortega]

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Tag: | Siv Dragr | Vren Rook | Isran Varad | Seris Vant | Vaux Gred | Kale Onara | Zurin | Aloy Vizsla | Tyran Numeck |

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Being told that this was going to be a trip into a frozen wasteland had made Tristan make sure she had more than prepared for the cold. While well insulated, there were also warm layers covering her skin, making sure that even if the wind whipped and the cold was as bitter as it threatened to be, she would be well taken care of. There was also a point where the brunette woman had been made to feel as if this were a trip she shouldn't be taking with the others. Offhanded comments about her upbringing, though it wasn't worth dredging up more than the slightly bitter thoughts she had, had over the matter at the time.

But here she was, journeying with other members of the Enclave, to this frozen nightmare of a place. There was no usually sass or chipper banter from her however. The others had either already voiced the things Tris herself was thinking, or covered things she hadn't been. It was cold, the place was creepy and gave off bad vibes. There wasn't a whole lot else to be discussed over the matter.

She did however, at least notice more numbers awaiting. For a moment Tris had stopped to give the Numeck brothers a long look, then she nodded to the pair of them and made her way inside. She didn't care who was going to loiter outside, or who had already gone in. There was going to be no venturing any further than inside and out of the way for Tris, for now she just wanted to get the hell out of the wind. Well prepared or not, the wind was sharp. So for now, she would wait where ever she needed to in order to get out of the gusts.

 

[Sinya Ani]

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Tag: | Obran |

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It did not take long for sound to reach the Twi'lek, and less time still for Sinya to realize that what she was hearing was not just noise. There was music, and while some part of her screamed in protest to turn tail and go the other way, that calm, alluring tunes in a place like this was not normal nor was it safe? She pressed forward towards the sound. She was not far from it, and she personally still had yet to find herself among any sort of traps laying in wait.

When she found the source of the noise however, Sin frowned and did not approach too closely. While clearly another Mandalorian, it was the fact that he was the only other body within the chamber. It was just he, and her...two of them out of all of the numbers she had known to be coming to this desolated hunk of ice.

She sighed and folded her arms, though did not wish to interrupt whatever was going on with this stranger positioned across from where she now stood. Well, one good thing would come of there just being two of them; less people to get into the way, less people to muss up whatever tricks and puzzles lay ahead, and less people to have to split immediate rewards with. Naturally Sin had no issues with delivering thing or sharing with the Enclave, but if something truly spellbinding were to come out of this? She just might have to call Finder's Keepers.

 

[Kytana Horizonis]

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Tag: | Siv Dragr | Vren Rook | Isran Varad | Seris Vant | Vaux Gred | Kale Onara | Zurin | Aloy Vizsla | Tyran Numeck | Tristan Ortega

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Kytana had grown up her whole life in the temperate climates of Ut and other worlds of Hapes Cluster. Though Hapes and even Ut had places where there was cold weather it was nothing like this. Even in a very rare full on blizzard on Ut it never got this cold or even this dark. The Dimness and low light was worse for her then the cold though. In the Cluster you had near daylight conditions all day and what one would call night. At this moment she was reconsidering having her world of Ut aiding the Enclave. She had to keep reminding herself of both her family and Mandalorian motto, Haat, Ijaa, Haa'it. She made a pact and she had to honor it; she could not just walk away dishonor was not an option.


Thankful for the dim light her HUD compensated switching to spectrum's that allowed to actually see in this chit. She followed behind a long line of others to their destination. As they walked, she attempted to comm up to The Dawn her ship in orbit. “Xero narir gar olar ni?” Xero was a very old friend of Kytana’s family and another member of Clan Horizon. In fact, Ky was not sure how old Xero was she was alive before even Ky’s parents were born. It was rumored though never openly discussed that Xero was some sort of Vampire. It was never openly spoke about though as Xero was Mandalorian before anything else. Also, Xero descended from the Lang Blood line a blood line of Mando’s specifically trained to fight and hunt vampires, wolf people, witches, and in general force users. So, if she was a vampire it might tarnish her families Legacy.


No response from Xero or the Dawn Came though only static returned as Kytana with the others began to reach the catacombs. Chilled to the bone and not liking the lighting conditions she huffed a bit to herself being careful to hide it from her fellow Mando’s. She did not want to look weak or uncomfortable in front of them.

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Translations:
“Xero narir gar olar ni?”
Xero do you here me?

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[Obran]

Sinya Ani

He stopped playing as she entered, and the flute went into a battered leather sheath on his shin. Standing up, he dusted himself off and shivered in the cold. Even through extra furs and other cold weather gear, beskar'gam could only do so much at this temperature. But he was better off than some. From the grouping of rocks he occupied, he grabbed a long-spear with a bone haft and dropped down adroitly, landing loosel and stepping towards the new arrival.

Looking her up and down in a slow, judging manner, he nodded shortly. He'd take off his helmet, but it was cold and even the barely warmed and recirculating ambient air in his suit was better than the outside. A gruff voice said as much, before sticking out a hand.

"Obran, goran to the people. You are?"

It was an odd way to be greeted. The smith still very obviously hadn't ruled her entirely friendly. Something about the place put him on edge.

 

[Siv Dragr]

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Tag: Isran Varad | Vren Rook | Hinah Dragr | Vaux Gred | Kale Onara | Zurin | Seris Vant | Aloy Vizsla | Tyran Numeck | Tristan Ortega | Kytana Horizonis

The assembled Mandalorians were largely quiet, which meant they didn't need explaining or handholding to do this mission. Good. A warrior should not need someone to tell them where to point their blaster. At least, not after the shooting started. But that did not mean that the Mandalorians were quiet. One of them, Aloy, the Alor of Clan Vizsla that Siv had fought alongside on Tatooine, offered to scout ahead. Siv shrugged. "Don't know how much good that stealth tech will do in those tunnels; they're pretty cramped. But if you want to, no one is stopping you." He nodded towards Aloy.

"Alright then," Siv concluded, drawing his blaster pistol from its holster. "Don't wait up."

The descent through the tunnels was slow. The flooring was a mixture of ice and snow, and Siv had to be careful not to slip; his soles had traction on them, but they were more general-purpose than specific to the ice of the tunnels. Every now and then he could see architecture sticking out from the tunnels, a remnant of the temple this place had once been. The only light came from the glowrod attached under his pistol's barrel and the light from other Mandalorian's weapons and illumination equipment. Suddenly, a loud, high-pitched, and far-off screech rattled through the tunnels, shaking them. Snow fell loosely from overhead, and Siv's finger tightened around his blaster's trigger.

They weren't alone down here.

 

[Vaux Gred]

Tags: The Quartermaster Isran Varad Vren Rook Hinah Dragr Siv Dragr Kale Onara Zurin Seris Vant Aloy Vizsla Tyran Numeck Tristan Ortega Kytana Horizonis

Vaux looked up, hearing the sound from above. That vod from Tatooine. The cyborg who helped as a translator. She'd heard she was a Nite Owl, but not much more. The Gred tended to focus a lot on the job when it came to it. There was also Kale, who she knew through her brother. She then saw Tristan, Kytana, and Vren, more Vod she'd met during that prison break. The Mando looked around, seeing Siv and smirking before hearing the call to ask questions.

"Is it warmer inside," she muttered before pulling her PS-1 particle shotgun, a light mounted to it's mounting bar. She cut it on, nodding to Siv before deciding to follow him in. "VK. Stay out here and monitor things, ok?" The droid complained a little about the cold, but agreed and soon rolled a short way into the cave, just to not be buried by snow.

The pilot slowly followed step in the catacombs. You'd think she'd be use to the dark, but space wasn't dark. It was black, but not dark. Dark was needing a glowrod to see. She looked around, hearing the noise and stopping in her tracks.

"Osik...."

 

[Kale Onara]

Kale followed behind Siv as he unslung his rifle and held it at the ready position with the barrel pointed down. As they proceeded deeper into the cavern, the light quickly failed. When the ambient light was no longer enough, he switched to his thermal vision and began scanning the area. With the exception of his brethren, the place was cold just like outside.

Then he heard and felt it...

A high pitched screech from deeper in the cavern indicating that company was probably coming. He tapped a couple of buttons on his wrist gauntlet arming several other offensive options before tucking his rifle into his shoulder with the barrel in front of him and still pointing down so he still had a good full view around him. "Smooth and steady. Close quarters, don't bunch up or we'll end up shooting each other." He advised as he took a calming breath getting ready for whatever lay ahead.