Theme | Location: Kestri, The Kom'rk, Training Grounds | Objective: Close old wounds for good
At one time, Mereel had reached out to Vizsla recently, only to have their efforts fail to enact a lasting change as the
A'lor seemingly vanished. But that wouldn't do. In this age there were too few of the
mando'ade to nurse old grudges. The Enclave was on the precipice of something great, and he intended to help it stand shelter to his people as well he could. Dressed in full armor, the
Gar'buir disembarked from a transit ship that had been ferrying supplies and soldiers to Kestri and made his way to the training grounds that had been indicated as the current location of the man he sought.
A rising star in the rival House, many whispered he might be the next
Alor. Surely, most looked to him for
de facto leadership during these times. And so Ijaat had researched the man, learning his past and his legend. And in the style that had come to be typical for him, he had retreated to his forge on Vametaye, both to summon the Protectors and begin reviving them in truth, and to use the Nexus there to craft a weapon befitting the titanic warrior of House Vizsla known as
Kranak Vizsla
.
Approaching the training grounds, his olive drab armor would stand out in the colors of the Journeyman Protector, the leader of the Protectors. That name had meant many things over the centuries, but it seemed a fitting title now as any. His armor, made of bes'manda, faintly radiated in the Force and glowed softly even under the paint. To his side followed a forge droid, holding in it's hands a sturdy wooden box nearly as large as it, banded in beskar and made of '
taung war oak' gleaming stark white with golden patterns and veined knots in the wood.
Clearing his throat as Kranak and
Gwyneira Vizsla
ceased sparring, he would reach up to remove his helmet and place it to hang on the handle of his
beskad, revealing a weather-beaten face that in appearance was not unlike old shoe leather. Golden-brown eyes stared from a face that sported a closed cropped silver-white beard and moustache, and a buzz cut style close cap of the same color hair. Once sure they had realized he was there, he raised a hand and the droid following stopped shortly behind.
"Su'cuy. I am Ijaat of House Mereel. I come under truce to speak to one Kranak of House Vizsla. Am I addressing said warrior now?"