Birthright | House Verd

[Malok]

V E R D​

Ryloth
Sinner's Well

Where did they stand?

In the wake of his expedition to Tatooine, rumors had begun to circulate the Southern Systems. Whispers of a change...of a tumult that had gripped the Mandalorian people. Details were slim on exactly what had transpired and who all was involved; but what concerned Darth Metus the most was the supposed end of his Exile. According to these baseless whispers, a change in policy had been made from the throne of Mandalore itself. It was not permitted to be a Force Sensitive within the border of the Mandalorian Empire. It was only prohibited to use the Force on Manda'yaim itself.

This meant...that Darth Metus could come home. This meant that Clan Verd could return to Mandalorian space without fear once more.

In theory.

But whether or not these whispers could be trusted soon became a secondary concern. As the months rolled by following the birth of his Confederacy and the Exile from Mandalore, House Verd became a shadow of its former glory. At its height, its presence was enough to rival Clans of ancestral dominance. Its assets and armies matched that of the Vizsla and were dwarfed solely by the Rekali. But now...they were scattered. Now, even the Sith's brothers and sisters were abroad and his children were scattered on the wind. It was time for a change. Whether or not Mandalore would receive them...whatever changes that would affect their family, they would now face together.

And so, he made the call. So similar was it to the summons of a Mandalore. He reached out across every channel he could think of. Sent missives to ever comm yet programmed into his devices. He beckoned his family home. He summoned those who had pledged fealty to the banner of House Verd home. This day, they would brave the Wastes of Ryloth to join him at his fortress home known as Sinner's Well. Here, within the safety of his walls and the borders of his Confederacy would they end the period of distance and work together as a family once more. Upon arrival, each and every Verd would be escorted from the resident landing pads to the Great Hall.

There, behind twin, towering doors was laid a table. A feast had been prepared - for who called his family home only to let them hunger - and countless delicacies were laid out for them to enjoy. Fresh drink was always within arm's reach, for attendant droids moved about the room as well. As for seating, the Alor sat at the head of the table. To his left would sit all whose Clans pledged fealty, but did not share blood - or those who were very close allies to the House. To his right would sit his direct kin - his siblings, children, and extended family.

Tonight, they would drink and make merry.

But above all, they would decide the direction of their House.

Spoiler: Tag

[member="Aedan Miles"] (Clan Akaata)
[member="Ignis Imura"] / Xander Carrick (Clan Carrick)
[member="Muad Dib"] (Clan Farr)
[member="Solan Charr"] (Charr Family)

[member="Delilah Keyes"], [member="Darth Nius"], [member="Darth Rixas"], [member="Anastasia Verd"], [member="Runi Verin"], [member="Deneve Verd"], [member="Nyx"], [member="Ithiel Verd"], [member="Amaya Cardei"], @Nilia Saavalin, [member="Leto Vos"], [member="Adela Verd"], [member="Riggs"], [member="Desmond Verd"], [member="Katrine Van-Derveld"]

 

[Ria Misrani]

Amaya Cardei's starship touched down not to far from her father's home. She wasn't alone, with her was her husband Teyn Gratiir who on this day would pledge his clan as a minor house of Clan Verd, Lorsima had given him control so she could focus on her business. Caal I'dadr who walked with ambition he would be her hand in the stars and skies leading her navies and starfighters, while Dwenai Gratiir would lead her armies and fight by her side. Teyn would run her special forces, those who would hunt down and cut to pieces those who crossed her. And between them all, Isley the Younger, he nestled his head into the crux of his father's neck. Amaya herself had started to show in her second pregnancy, they were expecting another son, this one they would name Lorsimo in honor of his aunt.

When her father had been exiled, Amaya stayed behind on Concord Dawn.

She tended to the village, she tended to the yards that they found on their lands she brought in Clan I'dadr as a minor house. The Wastes of Ryloth was an interesting choice she thought but then she barely knew her father even on the best of days. Amaya had already grown when she found him, as a young woman she was uncertain of how their culture worked. Of how they as Verds worked, over time she learned with help from [member="Artemis Lux"] and [member="Keira Ticon"] the woman came to have a better understanding of things.

And so when the Mandalorians went to chase against force users. She stood her ground and harbored those that she could. Amaya was not gifted with the force but she knew that the force flowed through all things and that those gifted. Should be taught how to use their powers properly or fear that they run rampant and unchecked, or worse become the Sith. Did she believe in the Jedi? As a myth, maybe, as an active organization? Hardly. But that was neither here nor there, today she would meet with her family. Amaya's hand intertwined with Teyn's as they boarded a shuttle and headed for her father's home.

Upon arrival, Teyn exited first and then helped the others out one by one. Isley the Younger would be lifted from the ground and held on his mother's hip. "Come, I'm sure he's waiting for us."

[member="Darth Metus"]

 

[Garza]

It had been far too long since I have ever heard of the name "Verd"

A name that belonged to a family friend, and was a title bestowed upon a being who was within the Verd Clan. The Carrick Family was one such. They had formed into this family as per my Father's desires. However, since his leaving of this galaxy to live out the rest of his life with Maya, my mother, he has not returned. They lived upon their own world that I knew about, but would keep quite. As they wished not to be disturbed. As such, My eldest brother had gone missing, and my sister had long been living with my parents in taking care of them. I had been entrusted with the Carrick name. One that I would hold onto, but gently.

The calling for my name had come.

I heard it's call. At first wishing to not come. However, I had to. I needed to do so. As such, I gathered myself. Picking up what I needed. Heading to Ryloth. Upon opening the doors to the very place we were meeting, I could see my former Master. Metus was a proud man that pride himself on his familial ties and bonds. I however did not. I am no man who seeks family or friendship. I sought only to rot away within the galaxy. Yet here I was aiding in the decision of where this family would be headed.

Moving in, I spoke no words as I came to sit. Picking any random seat. I wore not my old Mandalorian armor, but that reminiscent of my fathers. Looking over to Metus, I simply waited.

[member="Amaya Cardei"], [member="Darth Metus"],

 

[Ginnie Dib]

A simple call sent forth from an old private channel.

It was enough to cause “Leto” considerable pause. That pause stretched upon further word from her contacts in Mandalorian space. Strange morphologies were at work on Manda’yaim, and they boded well on those who Vizsla abandoned.

After so many years apart, it would be good to see her brother once more. One of the only ones who shared a father and mother in common with Isley Verd, the woman whose name was Ginnie before she went into hiding dressed in her white beskar’gam and clipped her birikad, an armour-mounted infant carrier, to her armour.

Ginnie tucked her infant son into his carrier and kissed his hair. She trotted off her ship and into Sinner’s Well and through the corridors to the hall set forth with food.

“Su’cuyar, Isley.” So, you are still alive, she said in Mando’a. Her first words to her estranged brother in years. “Thought you bit it on Manda’yaim… guess it’s not so bad you’re still kicking.”

Face tense, and tone terse, the deaf Mando’ad walked past the others to come and sit near her brother’s right hand. “Heard the news from Mandalore? The Undying’s gone. Disappeared, flat out. Apparently they’ve got a new Mand’alor… oh, you’re an uncle. Be proud.”

[member="Darth Metus"] | [member="Zephyr Carrick"] | [member="Amaya Cardei"]

 

[Muad Dib]

The comlink chirped with a message from the ViceLord. A blinking red light flashed with the message. But Muad was busy.

A body flew over the bar crashing into the shelf of liquor bottles in a spray of lost spirits. A roar of laughter amidst the brawl singled out the blue eyed demon as the throng of bodies threw punches, kicks, bottles, knives, and pretty much anything not nailed down. Three twilek tackled the man from behind slamming him across a table. A foot lashed out connecting with a knee and sending that twilek screaming backwards with an inverted knee cap. Twisting he slammed an elbow into the second one's face, shattering nose in a visceral spray. The third, a woman launched forward trying to drive the blade into the laughing Mad Man.

Flipping to his back his left caught the wrist and the right grabbed a leku before kicking backwards, flipping the table, and brought his legs up to kick the woman over his head across the bar to land on the man rising from the shattered shelves.

Rolling to his feet he grinned. He hadn't had this much fun in awhile. As the two twilek rose from behind the bar, hands gripping blasters, Muad reacted on instinct. Left hand stretched out and a jet of flame flashed out to hit the liquor soaked figures who were engulfed in flames due to the high alcohol concentration.

As the fighters began to flee the bar now that the establishment was now on fire, Muad walked back to one of the few remaining tables standing and slammed a solitary shot glass that had miraculously survived the ordeal. With a final glance at the roasting twileks he too left.

Outside he shook his head, sending a spray of shattered glass falling from his hair. Smirking he made his way to his swoop bike and noticed the message. Tossing a leg over he reviewed it before grunting.

"So Isley is getting the band back together .... He does have a nice wet bar ...."

Chuckling he started the bike and roared off as the bar fire began to spread to the neighboring buildings on the block. Flying across the sands he finally came in sight of the residence Sinner's Well, and pulling into the courtyard at the front, parked the bike near the front.

Climbing from the bike he placed the gunbelt around his waist with the kal from the ole smith resting there before tossing the beskad over his shoulder. Marching across the threshold he followed the sounds of festivities through the mammoth halls before entering the room.

Already bustling with activity the room was filled with the aroma of food, the sounds of conversation, and the sight of many many people who bore more then a passing resemblance to the Sith Lord. Isley sat at the head of a gargantuan table with blood on one side and vassals on the other.

"Considering how often he breeds .... He needs a big table ..."

Chuckling at his own joke he looked to see where he should sit. He wasn't one of his mongrels nor was he one who had bent the knee to swear fealty to the Alor of House Verd. So that left a single option. Moving forward he sat at the opposite of Metus, the other end of the table.

Reaching out he took a mug of ale from a passing servant and leaned back watching the merriment. One did catch his eye however and he found himself with a smile at Ginnie Ordo. He had known her when she was young, before his displacement, and now here she was with a young of her own. He gave a half hearted salute with his mug before tossing his boots upon the edge of the table. Aye, he may act the part of an uncivilized dog at times, but he had been called as one. So why pretend differently.

[member="Leto Vos"] [member="Zephyr Carrick"] [member="Amaya Cardei"] [member="Darth Metus"]

 

[Aedan Miles]

Aedan was already on Ryloth when the call came working for the CIS meant more opportunities for him which included opening another bar that served to act as a cleaning house for anything he stole. When the call came he answered setting off alone in a small non descript shuttle it landed on the indicated landing pad and the Pirate King himself walked down the ramp. Looking around he smiled softly under his hood before striding towards the door his foot steps even and calm as he entered the building he noticed another member of Clan Verd and waved in greetings to [member="Amaya Cardei"] and her small group before continuing towards the doors stopping he placed a hand upon them before slowly pushing them open for himself and Amaya's group. He stepped back and grinned before bowing at the waist lightly and gesturing for Amaya and her clan to go before him.

Turning he walked into the room after them finally his eyes flicking across those present as he smirked seeing what some had done and where others had sat walking forward he stopped near the opposite end of the table glancing towards the one seated opposite of Metus he let a small grin cross his lips. He reached down tapping the man on the shoulder before speaking calmly. "If you wouldn't mind Maud I think you are in my seat."He flashed a cocky smirk up the table at Metus before gesturing to the seat on the right hand side of that one calmly. "You can sit there sense you and I both know you owe me for what did you name your ship Charlie the Unicorn was it?" He grinned and nodded his head to the other chair calmly after he pulled his hood down revealing black hair instead of his what used to be normal brilliant purple hair. [member="Muad Dib"]

 

[Anastasia Verd]

He had called for a family gathering. Anastasia couldn't recall ever being at a family gathering and she couldn't remember if it was because they hadn't been one or if the monster had deliberately kept it from her because she didn't understand. Family, the thought had flashed through her mind as she'd stood outside of the Sinners Well, her fingers pulling on her sleeves as she watched the ships coming in. Slowly, the sight of them in the distance had made other thoughts come to mind. What is a family? Anastasia wondered as she watched the vessels draw nearer. Loyalty, protection, devotion, love. Four words had wandered into her mind from somewhere stored deep but only half of them had meaning from the same place. The monster viewed loyalty as the most sacred of paths, the only true concept she understood. Yet Anastasia knew that when she looked at her father, it wasn't just plain loyalty she felt. From him, she had protection and for him, she had devotion.

The memories rushed through her head with a bit more clarity, her child self safe and loved. Her monster had said those were fake, false imprints on her mind to make her forget what she really was but was she right or did she lie?

Anastasia had spent a while thinking about it. Was anything the monster had said true? Like the way she had tried to make her hate a woman, she didn't even know just before their connection had severed. Every moment of the woman Naha'va had stored of Srina was of her at her father's side. Did that not mean loyalty? With so many thoughts plaguing her mind at once, the young girl huffed, wanting to push them all inside. There were so many thoughts, now her own, unforced by her monster. She thought for herself now just as she walked and talked of her own accord. She was free. Was she?

The sight of the vessels drawing nearer made her hurry back into the building that was home. Anastasia held very little memories of the Sinner's Well, even though she could remember Naha'va came here sometimes, never too long, especially not when father was here. Unlike her captor, Anastasia felt safe here. It was home, the last and most recent home she had. Nothing since Krant seemed to feel so. Or was that too an illusion?

Family, they were coming, Anastasia remembered as she hurried through the hallway of the Sinner's Well, bolting for her own room first where she'd looked into the mirror. My face, the young Verd reminded herself as her fingers ran over her cheeks. She was meeting family today. They'd met her but she hadn't met them. Maybe they would never know this but Anastasia would. She'd forever know this was the exact moment when she, by herself, without her monster, had met her own family. Her fingers traced from her cheek to her locks, pulling on one until it was straight, letting it curl back. It was straight before, she remembered flashes of mirror images. The monster preferred it straighter though. Anastasia didn't know what she preferred yet, so the natural curls of her hair had returned, tiny and messy. It seemed so wrong for this moment, yet she still didn't know how Naha'va had done what she did, the memories in her mind still sorting themselves through. Painfully slow.

By the time she arrived the setup dining room, which was not fully set up, there were several people there. Her dark gaze first went to [member="Zephyr Carrick"] though she couldn't tell if she'd ever met him, and [member="Muad Dib"] who seemed familiar from the memories Naha'va had created though she did remember him giving her Dad a hug before the knife had left him. Then finally, her eyes had landed on [member="Leto Vos"] as she was sitting down beside [member="Darth Metus"], talking to him. Memories flew back now to her, younger than she was now, training together side by side as Templars. She blinked as the images flashed through her mind, following by a flash emotion. Ginnie Verd... Ginnie Ordo... Aunt Ginnie, her mind had processed before she smiled and hurried her step over. "Aunt Ginnie!" She greeted her. THough she knew her, Anastasia has been meeting her first time. There was comfort in finding family, especially family that she did know, leaning down to hug her without much thought put into it. A hug, her consciousness suddenly captured the thought as her hands were moving towards the other woman, understanding what she was doing. That didn't stop her though, she was happy to do so.

 

[Katrine Van-Derveld]

Unlike before, the Sinner Well now called for a feast and not a healing mission. Katrine would come, that was for sure, Uncle Isley was family so if he called, the Lupine was sure gonna be there.

And she was there, with the Crimson Shadow landing near the ships that had already arrived, making her way towards the familiar entrance as she noticed another woman, [member="Amaya Cardei"] entering with a man and small child. She waved towards them with a smile. The Nightmother was most certainly in a good mood. Maybe it was just the alignment of things in her head, maybe it was the fact that she hadn't had a family meal in so long (though it had been years since she'd shared a meal with her own family) or maybe it was simply one of those really great days where she knew she was here, on Ryloth, where she knew nothing could go wrong. Not as long as the spirits were there with her and they were always with her now. The still unhealed scratched her back, bandaged now were proof of that.

Moving in by herself, the blonde moved faster, already familiar with her surroundings from the long days of helping Srina, Zesiro, and Anya after the invasion. This was a far better reason to be here though, that was for sure.

Inside the dining room, there were already plenty of familiar faces. Katrine was still smiling as she made her way across from [member="Leto Vos"] and Anastasia Verd, find herself a seat, not on the side of his blood family. With how several of the ones she knew for sure weren't Verds were seated, Katrine moved to one of the chairs. "Did you invite us here because you think we don't eat enough or we gonna talk about something important?" She asked, slightly at random as she glanced over to [member="Darth Metus"], smile still intact as she did, reaching for a grape at the center of the table, dropping it into her mouth. It was a strangely nice refreshment considering the diet she had been on during her tests in the Nightlands.

"Or we having a party and I'm just not dressed right?" Katrine asked, joking a little more now as she leaned into her chosen chair, still not seated.

[member="Zephyr Carrick"] [member="Muad Dib"] [member="Aedan Miles"]

 

[Darth Nius]

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Nius had been in his father's company for a while now. He had really appreciated the hospitality of the Confederacy, especially because of his extensive temper and attitude. Of course, being the son of the Vicelord helped. But this didn't concern the Confederacy. This concerned his family. His family that he would get to meet. His life finally had meaning. This meaning was the thing that allowed Nius to control his ever so present temper. Nius was becoming normal. Nius couldn't wait too meet the rest of the interesting characters in his family.

Nius entered the banquet hall and took a seat to the left of his father. "So do you know who all's coming?"

[member="Darth Metus"]

 

[Muad Dib]

Smirking at Miles, Muad grinned and rose with a flowery, Adumari bow as he graciously motioned to the vacated chair.

"Please, take the seat. I kept it warm for you and may have had some spicy tiinglar earlier."

Chuckling he took the seat to the right of the Pirate King and fished out a deathstick. Kicking his boots up once again, he used the force to light the end of the deathstick and breathed in. Releasing a cloud of blue smoke toward the ceiling he shrugged nonchalantly.

"I merely named the unicorn class ship Charlie. I'm completely innocent in any references floating around the Holonet."

The mischievous grin argued the validity of his words. Nodding toward Metus at the opposite side of the table, the mad man arched a brow to the pirate.

"Come to bend the knee? Or maybe give him a grandchild?"

The light laughter escaped him as his glowing eyes flashed with mirth.

 

[Riggs]

The ship settled down on the landing pad and Riggs slowly opened his eyes. They had arrived. Unclipping the restraint he rose from the seat watching as cargo was unloaded for Sinner's Well. Slipping on the armor weave trench coat, his hands deftly checked his weaponry as he moved through the crew and out into the landing pad.

"So this is his home."

Riggs looked at the spires of the compound calculatingly. Weapons emplacements and closed hangars revealed several of the defensive capabilities and he grunted approvingly knowing that what he could see most likely wasn't the extent of the power the compound could bring to bear.

Strolling along with the crew he entered the premises and followed the directions he had received until reaching the great hall. Already the room was filling with people eating, drinking, and conversing. Several he recognized. Moving at the fringe he accepted a beer from one of the servers and quietly watched while lightly sipping the beverage.

 

[Aedan Miles]

Aedan chuckles lightly at Maud as he sits leaning against the left arm of his chair he turned his gaze towards Metus a small savage grin on his lips as he gestured around absently. "Clan Akaata bends the knee for no man or woman but we do choose to work for those we acknowledge as worthy. As of some time ago that has been House Verd we maintain some of our autonomy but good old Metus here knows he can always call and Clan Akaata will show up fleets and all. After all he may be the head of House Verd but their naval power if I recall correctly rests with Clan Akaata and the Pirate King." He gestured towards the door as a trio of men walked in carrying large trunks the set them down before opening to reveal booze of varying sorts one man lifted a small container out of the largest trunk and walked over placing it on the table near Metus and opening it to reveal Corellian Whiskey that was listed to have been put up for aging roughly 400 years ago. "A gift Metus." He smirks lightly as he takes a bottle from a nearby crate a bottle of Chadian Rum aged for 200 years. "I figured a dinner like this could deal with some real Alcohol Metus I brought some of my best stock with me."

[member="Muad Dib"] [member="Darth Metus"]

 

[Ginnie Dib]

[member="Muad Dib"] caught her eye, and the tense expression on Ginnie’s face broke for a warm and appreciative smirk. He knew how Ginnie came to be a mother, he was there when Mia put her infant son in Ginnie’s arms. The man was at it again, talking to a man ([member="Aedan Miles"]) with which Ginnie was unfamiliar. Rolling her eyes, the deaf Mandalorian took in a breath of air, and blew it out in Muad’s direction.

The smoke from his deathstick swirled around his head in a telekinetically aided pattern, instead of confronting the tender noses of the children around the table. Men. Bah!

One person in particular distracted Ginnie from her next assault of the death sticks. Someone she thought lost for so many intense and cruel years.

“Ana?” Ginnie blinked as [member="Anastasia Verd"] rushed over, “Anastasia! Girl, you’re looking good!”

Ginnie held her son in one arm and Anastasia in the other, rocking back and forth as she kissed her niece’s temple. The action felt fresh, as new as the life on her arm. “Baby girl, when did you get here? You fell off the face of every planet in the ‘verse! Meet Dejan, my little one. Crazy, right? I think it’s shocked your Buir into silence. Eh, Isley? Mando to Isley Verd… You gonna keep quiet, when your daughter and your sister are cackling away? Hmm?”

Seeing another woman with a young child, Ginnie smirked and nodded to her. This one, Ginnie didn’t recognize. [member="Amaya Cardei"] had a boy who looked suspiciously like Isley’s baby holos…

A grandson? Was Isley old enough for that? Since when? Only one thing could ‘Leto Vos’ hold to be true…

[member="Darth Metus"] knew how to play the field in his glory days. Looking [member="Darth Nius"] and [member="Riggs"] up and down, Ginnie's eyebrow only rose higher. "Izzy? You gon' introduce your sister to what I'm guessing are two 'moments you'll learn about when you're older'?"

 

[Muad Dib]

He smirked lightly as he listened to Miles. It was as he expected, the man wouldn't bend the knee but he'd work with those of worth. It was something he respected about the Pirate King. Something he had in common with him as well. Watching Miles stand and go through the gifts of he chuckled. The other man certainly enjoyed his drink, something else the two had in common.

Glancing around his head at the concentrated smoke, his glowing eyes scanned those gathered again looking for the culprit. His gaze fell upon Ginnie again with her smile and he realized his obtuse actions. Sheepishly he ground out the deathstick and stowed the remains. Aye, he had a little decorum. Watching the little one in her arms reminded him of the dark times in recent memory for the mando'ade. Too much loss on different fronts. But motherhood looked good on her. Natural.

Leaning back again he watched the many members of the Verd family intermingling. It felt like he was imposing on a family reunion. Crossing his arms he silently watched as family and friends convened, happy greetings were shared, introductions to be members were made.

 

[Ithiel Vi'Dreya]

Ithiel had thought his father dead for a year or more. So when the summons came, he was coming to call out the imposter or find the facts out for himself. His simple ship touching down somewhere out of sight and mind. The young Verd wore his armor marked by the clan, helmeted, not betraying who he was as any more than that. Truth was he’d been planning a trip to avenge his father’s death. Today was as good a day as any. Dark visor under his helmet further protected his eyes as always, and as he approached the lights and merriment, the son of Verd was brooding. Nothing new there. Watching and waiting to see who the imposter turned out to be.

Stopped at the door with his weapon, he waited until they let him in, not budging an inch until they let him through.

Didn’t take him long to start recognizing some of his family again. He pulled off the helmet and put it down on the table out of the way, leaving just his protective visor. There were mixed feelings inside of him. His father was alive? It didn’t put all the bad blood he felt to one side for what had happened to his father, but he was alive. The young Verd didn’t know how to take it. Celebration? Shouting out? That wasn’t Ithiel. He picked up a glass of something bitter and raised it into the air the first time he saw [member="Darth Metus"]. Nodding to his aunt or any family that recognized him, and taking a drink of the reality as he downed his first glass.

Putting the blaster with the helmet out of the way. Lot to think about. He had time and he'd need a few more drinks. Time to get started.

Spoiler

Busy with threads but couldn't pass it up. Thanks for the invite. I'll keep him in the background.

 

[Keira Priest]

That he dared show his face disgusted her. After what had transpired when brother and sister had last met, Keira had thought him wise enough to avoid affairs concerning what had formerly been their people from that moment forward. But apparently the lesson hadn’t stuck, and she would have been surprised to receive the call if she hadn’t known him better. His allegiances were more fickle than even hers had been in the old days, but now it seemed he was ready to call himself Mandalorian once more. Ready to stand with them, despite everything. Ready to call himself kin once more.

She wouldn’t have it. That was an honor he didn’t deserve.

And so she had arrived armored, unarmed save for pistol and tomahawk, two weapons those she once held as brother had given her. Ryloth held no significance to the clan as far as she was aware, but if that’s where he wanted this reunion to take place, then so be it. She would abide, if only to look upon her more well-loved family. Regardless of what her brother had done, that changed nothing about the rest of her brothers, sisters, cousins and more. They had done no wrong. This name was still their own.

Stepping into the long hall, another figure trailing her in blue and green beskar'gam, she looked over those gathered with something resembling pride, her gaze halting on [member="Darth Metus"].

"You have no right."

 

[Garza]

Now this was a turn for something fun.

Keira had come charging in. Proclaiming to Metus that he had no right. Not sure what right he had that he now didn't have access to, however, I knew of Keira. She had been a friend back in the Mandalorian Crusades. However, much has transpired since I had first lost my arm. How she chastised me for running into battle so easily to prove myself when she ordered me not to. While I did grow stronger from the experience, I stood from my seat. She came in hard and with guns blazing. Tapping the side of my helmet, I removed it to show my face and the tattoo that now covered a major portion of it.

"You may want to sit down first."

Walking over to her, I simply placed a hand on her shoulder.

"I lost my arm for my boldness. Don't lose your head for your own."

Indicating to sit down or to stand off to the side and to simply listen to what Metus had in plan, I too was here to hear the man out. While we may not always agree on what is best, or what would be better for our families, I had to agree with Keira. Metus had done much that could get a major target on his back. The look in my eyes showed this. I wanted nothing more than for this entire family to just separate. Some were not meant to stay together.

"Metus, you have some talking to do."

[member="Keira Ticon"], [member="Ithiel Verd"], [member="Muad Dib"], [member="Leto Vos"], [member="Aedan Miles"], [member="Riggs"], [member="Darth Nius"], [member="Katrine Van-Derveld"], [member="Amaya Cardei"], [member="Darth Metus"],

 

[Julius Sedaire]

There was no threat in his movement, or his presence. The armor was beginning to feel more natural, but not quite a second skin. Julius wasn't entirely certain he ever would truly feel like that. Or that he wanted to. Learning more about the culture of his wife was key, just as was it for him to educate his wife on Corellia in the modern days, and their children as well. But when Zephyr stepped forward, there was just a simple blurring of where the Green Jedi was, and he was between them. Speed was his thing, and if a casually pontificating Mandalorian thought he could just step to Keira with him there, it was laughable at best.

There was no threat, Sedaire simply stood loosely between the two, keeping the man from laying a hand on her or himself. Loose in stance, relaxed in the Force, probability swirling about his vision as he immersed himself in the moment, senses honed for any threat. There were Mandalorians, so potential threats screamed at him at first. But experience, wisdom, and skill helped him differentiate between real threats and shades of potential unlikely.

Then he spoke, helmet comms warping the voice enough to remove identification, but carrying more than a hint of amusement laced with warning, which spike in his aura. It was clear he didn't have a dog in the clan's business. But he was here to keep Keira safe. The man was allowed to speak before he did, he was just not allowed within a half dozen feet of her.

"Keep your distance, please. Let my wife speak to her brother. Then we can see about hugs and speeches, right?"

Turning nonchalantly, he nodded to Keira to proceed. No weapon had been drawn, but the turn swayed his kama at his waist, the leather revealing a bryar pistol strapped to one thigh, and a pair of lightsabers clipped just to the hip of the other. Both were under the garment, and his head cocked slightly to the side to keep Zephyr in sight, but turn his primary attention back to monitoring for threats and watching Keira. Realistically, he wasn't keen on this Isley, or Metus, or whatever name he had decided to bear this week. Keira and scuttle in general said his loyalties were as fickle as running sand in an hour glass, and lasted as long. The main concern was the former-current-former Sith was just creating a ploy to eliminate resistance for some machination, including the mother of his Child. Her being pregnant and being here put him on even higher alert towards her. Hopefully nothing happened, but if it did he was grabbing her and vanishing. She could hate him on the ride home.

[member="Zephyr Carrick"] | [member="Keira Ticon"] | [member="Darth Metus"]

 

[Aedan Miles]

Aedan turned his head as he heard a new voice speaking nodding politely to Kiera he turned his gaze to the man that had spoke and smirked darkly as he stood up gesturing around lightly. "I believe you are lost." He turned his violet gaze on the man letting his control over his powers start to slip as his eyes started to change from the outside working in becoming crimson a oddly mystifying mix of violet and crimson leaving his eyes locked onto the man in armor his arms spread to reveal he wore armor but had no weapons although already lightning could be seen dancing on his finger tips as if waiting for him to release it. Unlike other people whose lighting was blue or red his was a deep violet color his smile almost bored as he stood there his arms spread his power obvious by the lightning dancing on his finger tips. "You are correct that she has the right to speak to her brother but in this hall we are all family and as such we will respect our head of House and let him speak before we all start ranting and raving about how he has no right. For who knows what the years have done now if you wish to stay and listen I suggest you shut your mouth and sit down next to your wife and listen. I am willing to look over your disrespect for my family merely because you are it seems married to a member of said family. Just know this marriage does not make you family to any of us it just means you are on the way to getting there." As he spoke Aedan slowly let his arms lower the lighting fading from his finger tips as his eyes returned to their bright violet color the crimson bleeding away almost like the blood it matched.

[member="Julius Sedaire"] [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Zephyr Carrick"] [member="Darth Metus"]

 

[Ria Misrani]

"I'm not," Amaya spoke up, she had seen and smiled at all who had approached but [member="Keira Ticon"] and [member="Julius [/FONT][/SIZE][SIZE=14px][FONT=georgia]Sedaire"]. "You have two choices," the woman emerged from the group, she had been lingering in the hall tending to her son when she heard her aunt's voice bark across the establishment. "No one here is free of sin, whatever cardinal testament you hold dear sits at that door and if you cannot hold your tongue and be merry in the sight of the family then I suggest you both leave." She didn't mince words, her father wasn't a perfect man but none of them were - Mandalorian Resol'nare or not in this hall they were Verds and respected each other as such.

Teyn crossed his arms and stood behind his wife, "and if you do choose to leave out this door, you are no longer welcomed in the House of Verd. Create your own clan, follow your own path, but do not spit upon us with your self-righteousness."

Amaya wouldn't have gone that far but Teyn had spoken and she backed him up, "and I would agree with you but that is up to my father." She sighed, "because it would pain me to see my own aunt disavowed from our clan, our family because she simply cannot keep her tongue."

Caal I'dadr and Dwenai Gratiir lurked in the background ready to carry out orders if necessary.