Wearing:
Hide of Nar Kreeta
Armed with:
KIIR-19
Heavy Sonic Blaster (2)
Mobius Beskad
Carrying: One ingot of
Mobius Steel Grade 1
Objective: See what all the fuss is about...
As a rule, Clan Mobius had long shunned normal blasters in favor of other Weaponry. Sonics, Charrics, Particle Beams, Slugthrower weapons. Sonic Weapon Designs were becoming more refined all the time. The Clan was fascinated by sonic infantry weapons, and acquired them however possible, stockpiling them.
Honestly? Red wanted her hammer. She had a special relationship with that hammer. She felt naked without it, in spite of being covered in Beskar.
Clan Mobius had never really been part of a House. They avoided it. Houses feud with other Houses when it comes to Mandalorians. It's an inevitability. They stayed on the fringes, hid the size of their numbers, squirreled away tech and wealth as they had since the Gulag Plague.
What a windfall the Plague had been. So many planets in collapse. Clan Mobius had confiscated a seemingly unending supply of derelict and abandoned military assets during those long centuries,
very quietly financing operations in the Mandalore system to obtain food and medical supplies and store them in discrete locations that other Clans could access. They converted the wealth to bullion, still stored in private vaults.
Red had once seen the size of one vault when she was still very young and asked her adoptive father why they didn't declare themselves a House in their own right.
She had never forgotten the answer, for it was the clan's private motto:
"Ogir cuyir waadas o'r werda, cuyir bic tal ra ve'vut."
It was words they had lived by for so long. Why change now?
Regardless, Red was here on a diplomatic basis. Clan Mobius had recently joined, but it was necessary to present an example of why the Clan's presence wouldn't be a burden. So they had sent her with a sample of her own metal, a single ingot of her Lightsaber resistant steel.
Red suppressed her nervousness. She heard there were going to be Force Users aboard, and as she couldn't offer and objection to going without going into details she pretty much had no choice but to go.
She would rather be making steel than offering it.
She had taken precautions...any Wizard tried any funny business with her brain, she'd play a lovely little military grade melody in their ear drums.
Of course, if they stayed friendly...she would too. But she would avoid them if at all possible.
Red hopped out of her
Z-95 Aftermarket, painted all red with the symbol of Clan Mobius, that of a Mythosaur Skull above a Mobius Strip, placed as a black decal on the wings.
She walked the hangar, marveling at the sturdy ship. Her Clan did so love a mobile FOB.
Soon she spotted none other than the very Alor of Clan Solus itself, and walked over, kind of wrestling with what to say without coming off as weak or stupid looking. Clan Mobius stressed deeply the value in just listening, one of the earliest bits of advice every new member got, herself included, being:
"Jate'shya at taylir shev'la bal vhisur at cuyir te di'kut, sa pirimmur be lalat Kelir te'habir an tionas." and Red cursed her luck being in this position. But good first impressions were important. But she would keep her answers as brief and simple as possible, while maintaining full respect. She was representing her Clan, after all.
She stopped in front of the three, giving a short nod and maintaining a respectful distance.
"Greetings, Alors. I'm Ge'tal, of Clan Mobius..." Red said, even as she got scared being this close to a Jedi and trying desperately to hide it deep within. "My Clan recently joined the House, and I bring you this sample of our steel, so that you know we will actively contribute to the welfare of this House whenever possible." Red finished, producing a small ingot of Mobius Steel, offering it to Cynthia
Mig Gred
Krass Wyms
Cynthia Solus
Mairéad Solus
