Faction Cin Vhetin-Fresh Start (MU and Mandalorians)

[Kreslin Westwind]

The clearing was nothing special. Located deep in the forests of Myrkr, it stood as a small blemish on untouched kilometers of forest, stream, and mountain. Trees had been cleared in a fifty foot area, with many of the trees having been shorn, carved, and turned into benches around a single large, blazing bonfire located at the center of the clearing. The rest had been spaced around the perimeter of the clearing, creating a rough wooden palisade. Against the creatures that called the dark forests of Myrkr their home, the palisade was little more than an annoyance. As such, it had not been built to truly keep the creatures out, but to create the semblance of protection. The palisade, the fire, and the furniture spread out across the clearing were meant to bring a feeling of comfort and home to all those who entered the open gates.

Kreslin had spent a little over a week creating the clearing. He had sent out a message across the galaxy, calling for the Alor's of the various Mandalorian Clans to come to Myrkr. He had called them to join with the Mandalorian Union, and work together to begin creating the foundations of a new nation. He had requested they come, so that the scattered, feuding divisions among the Mando'ade could be mended. He desired to begin the work of mending the wounds that still ran deep among the Mandalorian psyche since the fall of Manda'yaim, the homeworld of their people. He sought a chance to begin building a future for their people that was not based solely on hatred, not dedicated to simple revenge, or doomed to follow in the footsteps of those that had fallen before them. Kreslin had sent this message to the Alor's and all those who might be interested, before heading into the wilderness of Myrkr, creating the clearing where he now sat and waited for those who would come.

He wore his armor, though his helmet lay on the log next to him, the shadows of the fire drifting lazily across its polished surface. In his hands, he held a Bes'bev, a wind instrument of the Mando'ade. He had begun learning to play it a few months ago, before the Union had even been formed. At that time, it had simply been a way to distract himself from the pain he felt, the agony and hatred that consumed him utterly. Learning the Bes'bev had helped, and working with all those in the Mandalorian Union, who shared the same dream as he, had helped. He hoped today would help further, not just himself, but all those who came willing to give this a chance.

The simple melody he played on the Bes'bev echoed across the clearing, striking against the palisade walls, and drifting into the dark forest beyond. He played the instrument as he waited, his mind devoid of thought as he committed to the simple act of creating music. Behind him, on a sharpened pole planted firmly in the ground hung a black and green banner, with the mythosaur skull that had been the symbol of the Mando'ade for centuries drifting in the wind along with the music.

Venku Bralor Torrack Torrackstur Jaster Awaud Aloy Vizsla Talon Richwood Stardust Solus Skirae K Kaine Australis Adenn Kyramud Caden Evesa Sidiqq Ordo

 

[Jaster Awaud]

- Jaster was just finalizing some meeting on Maramere when he received the call for the meeting here. It was a little delayed due to the extended time of being under water but he got it nonetheless. Business with his company had been a little slow, but he still had contracts with many of the large players out there. The Alliance and the Silvers still purchased his Ore at a low rate, but also many independent systems received his supply of weapons and basic supplies. Many of the Agro-Worlds of the Unknown Region still supplied him, even though much of his trade lanes were blocked off by other nations. It was easy enough to forge his documents, he had done it for years now. The UTC was known for its risky routes that were secrete to them alone, not many pirate on rouge planets and difficult to travers nebulas. However, House Awaud were some of the best spacers in the galaxy and traveled the void since they were born.

- The Alor of House Awaud walked out of the forest alone and in full armor. No weapons were on him and he showed that he was not there for a fight. Even if members of Death Watch or the Protectorates showed up then he would regret that. Sith and Imperial lap dogs were all the same in his mind, those that spout they are Mandalorian yet were not independent of mind. If they showed their face here he would keep his opinions to himself, this was a meeting to find a way to unite the other Clans and take back Manda'yaim. He would keep the peace so long as it meant he was able to see Sith blood at the end of his blade.

- The mandalorian walked over to the Alor of Clan Westwind and chuckled beneath the helmet. He tapped the backplate of Kreslin and stood there next to the fire in the middle. Jaster spoke in clear Manda, <"Good to see you Brother,"> He lifted his hands to the fire as if he could feel it, both of his hands were replaced with cybernetic components but it comforted him to remember what the feeling was like. He went back to speaking common, "It would seem that I am the first one here, thought I was running a little late."

- Jaster turned to the man and offered an old man chuckle and crossed his arms.

Venku Bralor Torrack Torrackstur Aloy Vizsla Talon Richwood Stardust Solus Skirae K Kaine Australis Adenn Kyramud Caden Evesa Sidiqq Ordo​

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

Myrkr, a forest planet she seemed to be visiting more and more often lately. The mandalorians had begun to gather once again and soon she knew once more they'd go to liberate mandalore....maybe they'd help her clan become free once more as well, free from the ever present threat of the sith being so close to home

The time to worry would be for later, right now she walked through the jungle with a ball of fire in her hand, the other held a fresh kill something that had decided the dragon would be a potential meal but had instead become the meal. Coming upon the fire she spotted two people, one was Kreslin Westwind a man she had come to highly respect after bringing his people home and...by the manda

Jaster Awaud ....seems the manda didn't think it was your time no?

She sat the fresh kill to the side and closed her hand making her little ball of fire go out as she came up to the two

 

[Adenn Kyramud]

Unity, order, new beginnings and battles for Mandalore. How often had Adenn heard about it all, how often had he been to such meetings, gone to war for Mandalore and her people. How often had people spit in his face for helping his people, how often had he been insulted, called a traitor, or a murderer. Too often. Adenn had always fought for Mandalore and her people, given everything, as had his clan. And yet, so many viewed what he had done, what others in their group had done, as being false. So many came now and sought to destroy what had been done, despite having not lived through those times, not been to the wars. Adenn had been there, he had been to the meetings, to the battles. He had stood for the call of Mandalore, fought for his aliit, and gone to war every time, every planet.

This day, Adenn would answer the call again, to see what this call was for, to see if it was time to make their move again. Coming to Myrkr through means unknown, Adenn made his way to the clearing. He stalked through the forests, uncaring and fearless of the beasts that were present. He'd hunted them all at some point, and feared none of them. On top of that, his fearlessness of them made them wary of him, a fact that Adenn took great pleasure in. After some walking, Adenn found himself entering the clearing, stalking calmly and quietly into the clearing.

While marching in, Adenn allowed his gaze to sweep over all those present. In doing so, his gaze passed over Star, to whom he simply nodded. Lastly, his eyes landed on the Mythosaur skull, the symbol of the Mandalorians. Bowing his head slightly in remembrance to all the dead, Adenn lifted his head and made his way closer. Stopping at the end, Adenn crossed his arms across his chest, cloak falling around himself. Saying nothing for now, Adenn kept a watchful eye on those around him, waiting for something to start.

Kreslin Westwind | Venku Bralor | Torrack Torrackstur | Jaster Awaud | Aloy Vizsla | Talon Richwood | Stardust Solus Skirae | K Kaine Australis | Caden Evesa | Sidiqq Ordo

 

[Venku Bralor]

Music wafted over the forest, catching the ear of the togorian. Despite his youth, he had decided to come to the meeting. Venku had helped create this faction. He was there for the beginning. Ka'ra be damned he was going to be there for this.

It didn't take long to find the clearing. small animals tended to hide in the presence of predators the size of togorians. All he had to do was follow the music, and listen for the silence. He came with his armor, but had foregone the gloves and boots. He preferred the natural dexterity of his toes, and avoided wearing the confining boots whenever he could. Inside the palisade, Venku was greeted with the faces - and helms - of his vode. Nodding to Kreslin and Starfire, with whom he was well acquainted, the mando'ad made his way towards Adenn. He had heard of the man in the stories of the recent wars, but had yet to meet him. It wouldn't hurt to say hello, considering how many people they were still waiting on.

Coming to a stop beside the older warrior, Venku made to sit down. "Su cuy'gar." A clawed hand was offered, tilted up for a traditional mandaorian handshake. "Venku Bralor." As he spoke, he removed his orange and red buy'ce. Grey ears flicked at the sudden existence of a breeze. Without it, his youthful features and easy smile were plain to see. Albeit the latter was known to be mildly intimidating for some. Not for mandalorians, of that he was sure.

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Kreslin Westwind Adenn Kyramud Torrack Torrackstur K Kaine Australis Jaster Awaud Aloy Vizsla Talon Richwood Stardust Solus Skirae Caden Evesa Sidiqq Ordo ​

 

[Caden Evesa]

The former Jedi hadn't been on Myrkr long.

He hadn't been in the company of K Kaine Australis long either and already Kaine was throwing in the deep end, like a child being thrown into a pool with no water wings. He hadn't expected any less of course, the Mandalorian culture was hard and Caden had expected everything that had come with that.

Caden knew that Mandalore was splintered, that the Alor's of the many clans had been fighting and squabbling since Mandalore itself had been taken by The Sith Empire. He hadn't learnt much more than that, Kaine hadn't filled in the gaps and the reports he had read in the Silver Jedi were missing sections.

Softly the young boy licked his teeth.

Carefully, the boy walked through the forests of Myrkr. He had returned to his ship only hours before, the LL-1210 Light Freighter hidden by the trees. The boy had stashed his weapons in there, everything except his LPD-11 Heavy Blaster Pistol (which sat at his hip) and his Theia Glasses which sat on his shirt.

His Chase Edgewear T-Shirt was covered by the Chase Racewear Jacket he also donned. He didn't own any other real armor except his Jedi robes, and he was certain that they were remaining on his ship. He wasn't worthy of wearing those, not at all.

Silently, in his own head, he wished he had Mandalorian armor. Kaine had taught him the name of the armor, Beskar'gam. He knew he would most likely own a set someday and he knew he had to wait, but that didn't help his impatience.

Caden had a goal during this meeting, stay as close to K Kaine Australis as possible. In his head, that was a good plan, except he couldn't see Kaine and he realized when he stepped into the clearing that everyone could see him and that he couldn't hide from the people.

Oh god.

Kreslin Westwind | Stardust Solus Skirae | Venku Bralor | Adenn Kyramud | Torrack Torrackstur | Jaster Awaud | Aloy Vizsla | Talon Richwood | Sidiqq Ordo

 

[Talon Aegis]

Kreslin Westwind | Stardust Solus Skirae | Venku Bralor | Jaster Awaud | Aloy Vizsla | Caden Evesa | Adenn Kyramud | Sidiqq Ordo

Once all was war to this Mandalorian, his youth was fighting, his induction was to the death. Though Talon had never had moments like these anymore, a place to sit down and be calm with his fellow vod. The walk through the trees was calm and peaceful, everything seemed to be going fine, nothing amiss, it was... surreal.

Aegis was what Talon had known his life, they followed behind a man who outlived the God of War, the beskad on the Talon's back the proof of its heritage. Looking up, he saw through the tree line, a nice calm sky, it felt like walk up Speartip Mountain, nice lush forest on either side, sounds of animals. As he walked he could hear the faint sound of music in the distance, this is where he presumed they would be meeting. Talon was never used to being called by his vod, but when it did happen, it always made him smile.

Walking upon the clearing, Talon nodded, "Su cuy'gar. Talon." The Mandalorian gave no last name, what he called himself was not of a clan. Grinning he gave a wave to Jaster Awaud remembering him from previous encounters. Looking towards Caden Evesa he cocked his head, assuming that if the man showed up, he was told to be there.

 

[Ghost of Cin'Vode]

T W O - D A Y S - A F T E R - C I N ' V O D E​

Tag: Talon Richwood Kreslin Westwind Venku Bralor Stardust Solus Skirae Jaster Awaud Caden Evesa Adenn Kyramud Sidiqq Ordo ​

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* Dliiing* The soft strum of a guitar echoes through the circle, Joining the peaceful flute and matching it's tune. And yet, There was no visible source...

This was the work of a lone Mandalorian woman, Sat high up within the safety of her own Cloaking device, Invisible to the naked eye.
She had met some of these vode before. Stardust of Clan Solus, Jaster of House Awaud, And Talon of Clan Aigis. Though just as The Ghost had never heard of Talon being an Alor, No one knew the skeletal visage of the lost Alor they were about to meet. She had cast of her old Beskar'gam and Buy'c. She had cast off her old name and clan. She down the greedy and ruthless Bounty Hunter known as Joti of clan Jjota, And buried the shame and dishonour upon that name along with her. She was a changed woman, Armour bleached white by the Cin'Vhetin.

No longer was she the Red Hunter, But the one and only:

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Thanks to the Illusive "Mirrorman", She had been reinvigorated by the prospect of building her clan anew and reclaiming her honour. Already The Ghost had brought another into the fold after branching out. She had met with the Enclave, The Sons of Mandalore and now the Mandalorian Union. For the first time in her life, She felt like a Phoenix Rising from the ashes, Like a Ghost come to finally right the wrongs of a life long past. As ironic as the statement might be, She finally felt... Alive.
And so, There she sat, About to meet the future face to face at long last.

* Dliiing* Her tune suddenly changes, Breaking off from that of the flute and playing a tune that none would remember, Save for herself. Something to wash nostalgia over herself one last time before she stepped out of the shadows of the past and into the light of the future.

Spoiler: (The Ghost's Song)

"<At long last...>" Her smooth baritone voice drifts through the clearling like incense through a silent shrine. <"Unity... Liberation...">

<"A ca'nara be nimatu'anr.">
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Her cloak suddenly fizzles out, Revealing a transparent and Ghostly figure, Slim, and dressed in armour, Sitting cross legged aloft within the branches of a tree nearby.
Then the cloak slowly fades away, Revealing her Skeletal helm and white beskar'gam beneath the dull brown capelette that hung across her torso. In her lap was single Mandalorian "Ehn'Briik" made from blaster parts, Which she continued to strum as her song neared it's end, Playing the final notes of the sweet melody across the trio of silk strings beneath her leather clad fingers.

Once her song ends, She folds the little instrument and swaps it for the Staff on her back, Leaping down to the ground in weightless silence, Marching slowly towards the others.

<"Su cuy'gar, Ner vode.">​

 

[Sidiqq Ordo]

With his blue and grey bucye to his side, the recent A'lor of the split sect of Clan Ordo that refused to serve the sith would make his first appearance. Sidiqq hated the sith regardless of what nation they ruled, whether the be the Eternal Empire, the New Imperial Order, or the damned Sith Empire. By the watchers in manda, their were too many of these sith nations. The mere thought of it enraged the reptile for a brief moment, before returning to normal. While one of the newer clan's to become a later minute addition to The Union. Any Clan that wanted a free and independent mandalorian nation would be needed, it was better to be later then never. Yellow, with pale scales, the pale orange eyes glowed with ominous lighting. Almost as if the predator like creature could devour the many shorter beings amongst the crowd. Trandoshans tended to be tall, this trandoshan was three inches taller then the average lizard species. Oddly enough, the being was more lean then most in the room, likely due to his diet that many of his species preferred. There were impeding rumors that in a few days, the planet would likely be invaded by the sith empire. However, the unsettling individual did not take much stock in rumors, one had to see it to believe it.

Breathing and hissing at the guard as most do when speaking to soft shells, the armor clad being would respond to the guard. "hssssst Sidiqq invited, ssst Sidiqq come. Am A'lor of Clanssssst Ordo." . After face recognition from security the younger A'lor would make his way to the room. Unlike most however, he was more stand offish and kept to himself. Preferring to be in a corner until the meeting started, the silent but deadly being holding a cold and calculating presence in the room. The shadow warriors eyes looking about, his infrared eyes looking at the various figures in the room. There seemed to be a popular cyborg who was approached and well liked by many people. As well as being older, this was a dead give away that he was Jaster Awaud , a prominent clan that was to make up most of the pilots in the union. Tho that was not all that was important, he was after an accomplished warrior and old in a lifestyle where the young died. Stardust Solus Skirae was in the room as well, known as the Emerald Dragon by most and a well known super soldier. Her best accomplishment in the eyes of the desert warrior , being the freeing of many mandalorian orphans from slavery. If she was here then it meant that her clan was likely interested in what was about to transpire here today.

A quite hiss left the nostrils of the lizard as he began looking at another battlemaster, Adenn Kyramud his beskargam unmistakable. The Red and white pauldrons giving the figure a glow of authority as well as his uniquely shaped bucye. Likely also another newer clan interested in joining the mandalorian union. His T-Visor also looking around at the several individuals in the room also waiting for this meeting to take place. Mandalorians were not slaves, and the idea of a mandalorian nation the was independent, free, and left no clan behind. The very thought of that, was somthing worth fighting for, even worth a clan civil war. With one side claiming their leader should be A'lor, and then his side supporting his claim. Even if most of them were the younger warriors, rather then the more experienced, and older veterans that fought for the sith empire as puppets.

There was also a Togarian in the room, likely a prominent member known as Venku Bralor . Many rumors that he was taken under the wing of a mad and crude gamorean who was also just now entering the room. That dreaded swine being Torrack Torrackstur , while humerous, was also a dangerous beserker that many preferred not to anger. There were three lesser known individuals that the mandalorian did not know, Talon Richwood , Ghost of Cin'Vode , and a boy Caden Evesa . With that being said they were also likely important and certainly looked the part. With that being said, being isolated on the planet Ordo also made things hard to keep track of.

 

[Torrack Torrackstur]

The gamorean always had a knack for being absurd, especially in the company of other vod. The serious meeting was yet to happen, and until then the outgoing personality of the berserker would be exhibited. This was evident when the boar would poke the back of Venku Bralor , before the bralor would be able to spot him. The crusader would make his way to the side of the cat like teen, if it worked he would be looking behind himself with no being in sight. Snorting and squeaking, it was fun to play tricks on the younger mandos, many by now were hard to get. The greenskinned pig was wearing his custom beskargam and had his custom beskad sword dubiously named "The Rancors Wrath".

Likely a call to Stardust Solus Skirae training where she trained the body of rage to become a weapon of death. While the little prank was going on the T-visor of the pig faced being would also glance at the mythsaur skull like Adenn Kyramud was doing. Such a cultural symbol was a great commonality in mandalorian settlements, and the rally master would expect nothing less of his home here.

While not an A'lor, the rally master was a founder and in charge of the honor guard that protects founders and other important officials of the union. It was and is paramount that he be here. The honor guard would allow no interruption during this delegation and discussion of events. While some of the discussion would be about war, and if so he would be glad to say that the back bone of the military. The minute men, would be ready to assist the clans should their personal militaries need it. These unified forces and other elite unit's would also be involved should they be needed in the eminent invasion of myrkr.

Tho a rumor, the warrior was convinced that the invasion would take place soon. Should this be the case,and the invasion start, then it would be up to the honor guard to make sure each of the founders could quickly get off planet. Tho K Kaine Australis would not leave their home, nor would Torrack himself. There was a lot that the crude being would do for the union, but fleeing ones home without a fight? That is where he drew the line.

While his thoughts wondered, he noticed his A'lor had a child with him, Caden Evesa someone he had never met personally. Perhaps after this was over, he could meet the young lad. There Also was a gigantic Trandoshan who had his bucye off and held to his side, unlike the rally master who had his on. From honor guard reports he is the A'lor of the none TSE Ordo's. Taking a portion of the clan under his sect, from the looks of his eyes, an unsettling character to say the least. As well as two other mandalorians he had not met yet, Talon Richwood , and a mysterious figure the Ghost of Cin'Vode .

One thing was certain, their would be debates about government, war, and bickering before an arrangement could be made. Until then, it would seem the mentor would be irritating his student for his amusement.

 

[Kreslin Westwind]

Kreslin continued to play his instrument as the various individuals began to enter the clearing, his head bowing slightly to each as he took them in. He took note of the order in which they arrived, and which of them seemed to drift towards each other. He finished the song he was playing before placing the instrument in its case leaning against the log, rising to his feet in a single fluid motion. He turned and greeted Jaster Awaud first, with a brief hand placed on the warriors shoulder before glancing around at the others.

His eyes settled on the kill that Stardust Solus Skirae had brought in, and a smile lit up Kreslin's face as he walked over to it. He used his armored foot to turn the creatures head to the side slightly, inspecting the kill as he let it fall back where it lay on the ground. Lifting his head, he made brief eye contact with all those present before he spoke, his words a hushed whisper. "Welcome all, great leaders and warriors each of you, to this gathering. On this day, we have come to discuss the future of our people, and the hope of rebuilding our nation. But first, it seems that we have fresh meat for a meal, if the hunter would not mind sharing."

With his words, Kreslin drew a knife from his belt, pointing the blade towards the fresh kill laying on the ground before them. Over the great fire, a simple cooking spit had been placed, large enough for the kill she had brought.

Torrack Torrackstur Sidiqq Ordo Venku Bralor Ghost of Cin'Vode Talon Richwood Caden Evesa Adenn Kyramud

 

[Adenn Kyramud]

From his position, Adenn saw every other Mando present. There were so many new faces, but many more clan colors that he recognized. In a way, it was depressing, but it was also the way of the Mando'ade. New vode always came in to replace the old, that was the way of warriors as well. But it also made those who survived longer all the more dangerous, because they had seen and done so much more. For that reason, and because he hardly knew any of the new additions, Adenn attempted to remain by himself, simply observing.

This was changed by one of the new additions, who rather simply introduced himself. Returning the greeting, Adenn glasped arms with Venku, taking a measure of him as he did so. When he responded, his voice was low and gravelly.
"Su cuy, Adenn Kyramud."

Turning himself somewhat, Adenn tilted his helmet slightly. It looked as if he were partially focused on Venku, even as his eyes continued to rove over those present, finally settling on the gamorrean. There were others that arrived, more music that came, and Adenn noted it all. But as it was, he made it seem as if he was indifferent to it all, as if he knew it was happening and couldn't care less. His attention was mainly on those two nearest him, Torrack and Venku. And though the gamorreans antics amused him somewhat, Adenn showed little of it.
"So vode, any particular reasons to be here?"

The question was as much directed towards Venku as towards Torrack. Adenn suspected they would all explain in due time. His own where simply, help free Mandalore, and see what new faces where about.

After a few moments, Adenn found his attention directed towards Kreslin. Turning his hed towards Star and her kill, Adenn couldn't help but smile slightly. This would help bring a sense of normalcy and comradery with one another. Hopefully someone had brought ale as well, at least, ale to share. Adenn always had his own on hand. Taking the needed steps closer, Adenn spoke up.
"If others brought ale as well, we can make this a true feast. That way we can celebrate what the future may hold."

There was a slight grin on Adenn's face. This would hopefully be interesting to participate in.

Kreslin Westwind | Stardust Solus Skirae | Venku Bralor | Torrack Torrackstur | Jaster Awaud | Sidiqq Ordo | Ghost of Cin'Vode | Talon Richwood | Caden Evesa

 

[Ghost of Cin'Vode]

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Tag: (Open interaction)
Talon Richwood
Venku Bralor
Adenn Kyramud
Torrack Torrackstur
Stardust Solus Skirae
Jaster Awaud
Sidiqq Ordo
Caden Evesa
Kreslin Westwind ​

There were few present that she recognized as she neared the gathering, And fewer still that would recognize her, What with her stark white Beskar'gam and skull-like visage. So, Like a Ghost, She drifts silently through the clearing, Observing her surroundings and all present as she approaches the fireplace in the center.

Of those present, She recognized only Talon Richwood and Jaster Awaud , The only two individuals here that could recognize her. Jaster by her voice perhaps, And Talon by both voice and face, Should she remove her new Buy'c. All however, Would recognize the clans she had come here to represent. Though, She could hardly believe it herself. Clan Naudir, And House Vizsla... Never had she imagined that she would be standing here, Representing an entire house, But to represent House Vizsla? She was honoured, Grateful even, But afraid... How would the others react? Knowing that she represented a house that had betrayed the last Mand'alor before the fall? Shattered the Mandalorian Empire for years to come... No. Darsch Vizsla , Alor of The Reformed Loyalist House Vizsla, Had stood with Mand'alor the Infernal during the fall. She had stood a true and proud mandalorian when even her Death Watch Brethren had betrayed heir creed. That is the House Vizsla she represents today.

<"Which of you fine warriors summoned our Vod here? I bring a message, On behalf of The Naudir of Krieg, And of House Vizsla.">


Well, That should get their attention... Don't kark this up Joti, You have one shot at this...

 

[Talon Aegis]

Tags:
Venku Bralor | Adenn Kyramud | Stardust Solus Skirae | Torrack Torrackstur | Jaster Awaud | Sidiqq Ordo | Ghost of Cin'Vode | Caden Evesa | Kreslin Westwind

Talon stood looking at the group listening to Kreslin's words, he thought to himself, should've brought much to drink if this is going to be a meal between Mandalorians. This got a quiet smirk from under his helmet to himself he would enjoy the following meal. He would be able to talk to the other Mandos he would be working with for the next while.

Talon knew few of the people there, he knew Jaster Awaud and Adenn Kyramud from former experiences, the Ghost of Cin'Vode seemed familiar, and once she spoke he chuckled to himself shaking his head. He had wondered what brought about this, though he rather not try to press into it.

"I have had little company and little to eat as of recent time, this will be a nice change of pace. My fellow Vod, I am glad we will be sharing this meal together." Nodding his head after the statement he looked around to see who was there. He knew of almost none of them, and the few he did know, he knew pretty faintly, but it would be nice to become acquainted with them during this time.

 

[Torrack Torrackstur]

Tags: Ghost of Cin'Vode , Venku Bralor , Adenn Kyramud , Kreslin Westwind , Stardust Solus Skirae


As the leader of the Mandalorian Union Honorguard at the time, it was great to see a mixture of veterans old and new alike. When questioned by the grumpy and hardened A'lor Named Adenn Kyramud , as one of the founders he responded. "We are founders of the Mandalorian Union, squeak squeak of course we would be here for this meeting. hoink hoink Even if it meant having to fart lighting out of our asses forever." .Crude as ever, he burped, his bucye would annouce such a vile noise and act loudly in response , "BUUUUUUUUUUUUUURP! squeaky squeaks" .

Pausing, the berserker would gather himself , coughing from the grotesque stench of his gas caused by the burp. "Name is Torrack Australis, HOINK HOINK, leader of the Mandalorian Union Honor Guard. I also command the 57th Mortar Platoon, you probably heard how we showed the sith and their damned zombies they deployed a hammering! HOINK HOINK HOINK Or perhaps The Midr Karilyar Tank crew, where we slaughtered slavers operating in our sodding territory. squeak squeak However, from one leader to another, squeak squeak It's good to have you join the cause. We desire a free and independent Mandalorian Country where we decide how we live! squeak squeak Your name is well respected,if I had a sister I would give you my blessing's to bang her! Hoink hoink hoink hoink As a berserker trained by Stardust Solus, one day we should spar.hoink hoink" .Holding out his hand he had hoped to shake such a legend's hand, from one mandalorian to another.

As this was done however, the wrathful being laid out an equally wrathful fart aimed at Venku Bralor, his new pupil. It was almost as it was a well practiced skill by this point, something the porker was very proud of. It seems Venku was dealing with a loving troll that seemed to purposely annoy him at every turn just for the fun of it. Despite hunting together and looking out for one another, this was some weird way that the Rally master showed his love for his Vode and Allit. Annoying the hell out of them, had the crusader not proven many times that he was a good officer and warrior. Many would confuse him for some crazy individual high on death sticks. The brash, care free, personality of the warrior was one that somehow was charismatic enough to make many friends. While everyone else was in a more serious mood, someone had to have fun during this gathering and meeting.

Without delay the boar would chuckle and hoink away at the likely reaction Venku would give, "HOiHOIHOIHOIHOIHOIHOINK!". However the grumbling stomach of the brute began to growl is food was now smelled. "Meat sque- squeak? Mea Meat? squeak squeak THERES MEAT,HOINKY HOINK I COOULD KISS THE PERSON WHO GOT IT! Hoink HOINK ! " . Seeing everyone share the kill he got his Cutlass out and cut a leg out for him to eat raw. With the helmet removed the gluttonous behavior of the pig like being was on display, as his mouth began devouring his meal. It was nothing personal, and while he was more strict in combat, outside of it was a silly and wonky being.

 

[Venku Bralor]

Tags: Adenn Kyramud Torrack Torrackstur

Mando’a and music filled the air. Venku’s smile widened, taking on a playful tilt.

“Now that’s quite the story.” Just as he was about to jump into the tale, Torrack let loose a noxious smelled fart. What did that pig eat? The smell, akin to that of rotting flesh, assaulted the togorian’s sensitive nose. The smile was ripped off his face and replaced with a disgusted snarl. A hiss escaped his lips as Venku glared at the Rallymaster. Already he was headed towards the smell of food.

“Anyway, the short version is Kreslin and I are good friends. Long version, through a confusing situation and a lot of poorly made assumption I ended up hunting Kreslin. We had what was supposed to be a fight to the death until I spoke mando’a and he realized I was actually mandalorian and not an imposter. Don’t get me wrong, I still thought he was, but I also had a broken arm and was being murdered at the time. A couple of drinks and a few spectacularly horrible jobs later and turns out we actually like each other.” The smile had returned in the form of a full blow smirk. Laughter danced in his eyes as the teen thought back to the day. How far they’d come.

Kreslin set the flute aside as more people entered, allowing the crickets and other night insects to fill the air with their own music. Even on a planet as deadly as Myrkr, it could be so peaceful. It almost sounded like something he’d have in one of his many short stories. In the corner of his eye, Torrack devoured a raw leg. Albeit his stories didn’t have corpse smelling farts.

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

Star gad already started getting the beast skinned and the meat cut, waving her hands towards the crowd and then the meat as she spoke but stopped as she watched torrack RIP a leg off and glared as she spoke directly at him

do not take the first cut of meat ever again, the hunter gets the first pick of meat...remember your manners or our next training session I'll have you recite it while I have you lift gear up a mountain on mustafar

With that her tone changed as she turned to address the crowd gathering

as I was gonna say, please please take some of the kill everyone, I wouldn't of killed it if I didn't think of coming to share with my fellow vod gathered

With that and getting her part of the meat she moved to get it over the fire as she smiled at the smell that emitting from it as she kept a tear out listening, suddenly a newcomer arrived which star expected but one name made her turn suddenly and draw her blasters as she took aim for Aloy Vizsla and gripped them tightly

you better start speaking quickly then vod...

 

[Adenn Kyramud]

As Adenn received his reply from Torrack, he was reminded why he didn't like gamorreans. Aside from them usually working for hutts, they also weren't the most polite and well mannered of people. For that reason, and the rather loud burp, Adenn was happy to still have his helmet on. Listening as Torrack spoke, Adenn's face was impressively blank. He hadn't heard about those zombies so he made no comment. However, the mention of slavers made Adenn focus more, and when he responded, there was a dark joy in his voice.
"Anyone who slaughters slavers and pirates is a friend of mine. Frak the chakaars and all they do. ... As for the sister aspect, I have my own aliit. Thanks though, I suppose."

At the mention of Star training him to be a berserker, Adenn chuckled while glancing towards her. She was helping to train more people, that was a good sign. Turning his head back, Adenn shook the gamorreans hand in the Mandalorian warrior shake, testing his grip as he had tested Venku. Dropping the arm after a mere moment though, Adenn was once again glad about his helmet. Sighing quietly to himself, Adenn turned his attention to Venku. Nodding in understanding, Adenn glanced towards Kresling for a moment. It was a tale he'd heard before, though it hadn't involved a misunderstanding of origins.

Making his way towards the group, Adenn phrased his question regarding alcohol. And then Torrack simply took an entire leg. Sighing again, Adenn nodded in agreement to Star. The hunter always got first pick of the meat, because they were the ones who had put in the most effort. Then they were all offered parts of the kill, though Adenn refused for now. He would see how others behaved towards the kill and this meal before taking his own piece.

All such thoughts came to a crashing halt as another Mando joined them, and rather... bluntly stated who they represented. Whirling in an instant, Adenn directed all his attention towards this representative. And though his instincts screamed at him to draw and aim his weapons, he merely unholstered his one disruptor pistol, holding it loosely by his side. He didn't aim for one sole reason, the name Naudir. Speaking up then, Adenn's voice was hostile and had a forced calm on it.
"You're here on the behalf of Krieg and House Vizsla? Last I heard, Clan Naudir and the Vizsla's weren't on the best of terms. It's also rather brave for someone from a dar'manda House to appear. So, Vizsla," Adenn practically spat the name out. "why should we not simply shoot you into oblivion?"

Kreslin Westwind | Stardust Solus Skirae | Venku Bralor | Torrack Torrackstur | Jaster Awaud | Sidiqq Ordo | Ghost of Cin'Vode | Talon Richwood | Caden Evesa

 

[Aloy Vizsla]

Location: Myrkr
Tag: Stardust Solus Skirae | Adenn Kyramud | Kreslin Westwind | Venku Bralor | Torrack Torrackstur | Caden Evesa

She sighs under her breath. At last she'd gotten their attention. She didn't move a muscle, Didn't flinch, Simply stared at them through the cold black glasteel imbedded in her horned and skeletal helm. The grip on her staff tightened in one hand, But she made no effort to prepare defenses. She was risking everything, But she did it for Darsch...

First Stardust Solus Skirae spoke, Leveling her blasters at Aloy and telling her to speak quickly. Then Adenn Kyramud draw a heavy pistol of some kind, Questioning why they shouldn't just kill her, And then Calling her a Dar'manda, Causing her gaze to suddenly snap to the side, Staring right into his visor.

<"Ever heard the saying; Don't blast the messenger? If you need further reason, Than this is why; Because I have clearly taken many risks in coming here, Something I wouldn't do without reason. Because you know nothing of me but the names of the houses I bear this message for. Because vod turning against vode is exactly what Dar'manda would do. Exactly why the Red Coronation happened, And exactly why you hate House Vizsla. Is that enough for you?"> She says in as calm of a tone as one can while being threatened by her own people, Though she is clearly frustrated.

Turning to Stardust Solus Skirae next, She takes a quick glance at her the Twi'lek's blasters and then back up at her.
<"Blast me if you like, But wait till the message is delivered. I was there when you met with the Sons of Mandalore, Though my armour is different now. Don't be like them, Or this resistance of yours is no better than theirs..."> She says in a mournful tone, disappointed that only the Enclave had not insulted and threatened her without even learning her name...

Turning back to address the hostile crowd, She raises her voice and prepares to deliver her message, Looking to Kreslin Westwind the entire time.

<"It is true, Ronan's House Vizsla once betrayed Mand'alor the infernal. The red coronation saw my own clan divided between his name and that of Yasha Cadera. I am the last of my clan, Who no longer deserve their name spoken at gatherings of honorable warriors. Now I fight beside my Alor, The leader of True Vizslas, Darsch Vizsla, Who served Mand'alor the Infernal Even after Ronan betrayed her. She was a member of Yasha Cadera's Death Watch, And lost her arm defending Manda'yaim in her name.">

She looks over the crowd slowly, Giving them time to process and whisper among themselves, Using the silence to add weight to her words. Darsch would lead this house into a new age, And she would do so under the banner of The Union.

<"Those who claim that House Naudir were never on good terms with House Vizsla have never studied their history, And are not familiar with the exploits of Darsch Vizsla. And why would they? The Naudir are nomads that keep to themselves, And Darsch was with them after the fall.">

<"Clan Naudir was once a member of House Vizsla till the reign of Yasha Cadera. Whilst fighting on Tanaab, Their Alor, Faulken Naudir, Was struck and succumbed to illness months later. He was succeeded by his only genetic daughter, Vhei Naudir, Commonly known as " EllieEx ">

<"During her coronation, She met the Sith Hunter, Darsch Vizsla, Who had taken refuge there after the fall of mandalore.">
She pauses, The pain of hidden context behind her next choice in words too much for her, Though she kept her political tone all the same, Telling their story for all to hear, To set the record straight once and for all. Though, She failed to mention that she and Darsch were bounty hunting partners at the time. Close Partners.

<"Darsch Vizsla pledged herself to Queen Vhei's service that day. Over time she rose to the rank of Royal Warmaster on Krieg. It wasn't long after that they... They fell in love.">

<"It would not last however. Three years ago from today, Vhei Naudir, High Queen of Krieg, Was ambushed by Sith Forces while training resistance fighters on Aeten Two. They were overrun and struck down. The queen... Is dead. I am told that Darsch Vizsla and Queen Naudir fell side by side that day.">

. . .

<"Darsch Vizsla Survived. Her face disfigured and her body mutilated by a thermal detonator, But she survived. Now she has rallied the remnants of House Naudir who would not bow to the New Imperial Order who swept in on the power vacuum. Under her command are over 500 Deathtroopers of Krieg and and 800 Kriegir legionaries from both Houses Naudir and Vizsla remnant disinclined to Ronan Vizsla's ideals.">

<"Darsch Vizsla offers the Union this: She will fight under your banner and that of Krieg if you plan to liberate mandalore from our enemies, If your intentions are to build an independent nation by and for mandalorians, If you plan to reinstate the tenants of the Resol'nare and if Loyalist House Vizlsa will be granted the same rights as any other clan or house within the Union, And be given a chance to redeem their name from Ronan's Tarnishing."
...

<"Individuals like myself will fight for a free mandalore regardless of the outcome of this meeting. Whether we stick around after will be determined by your answer. I myself will be fighting under the banner of Jaster Awaud and his house during any attempted assault on sith held mandalore.">

<"All I ask, Is that you that consider the loyalty of my Alor, Darsch Vizsla, Who Fought for Mand'alor Yasha Cadera even after Ronan took the rest of her house from her, And the future of her clan... That you look at this new House, This new generation for what they are: Sons and Daughters of Mandalore, Judged for the Sins of their fathers..."> She says mournfully, Finally breaking the visored eye contact with Kreslin Westwind by looking to the ground.

Taking a deep breath, She looks back, Up, Sliding on thumb in her belt above her holster but a respectful distance away from her pistol, And turns to Stardusts, Staring her down through the visor much the same as she had done Kreslin during her speech.

<"If you still wish,"> She begins in much the same tone as before <"You may fire. I am however, Still a mandalorian. I may have been born into this creed, But I earned it all the same. I may have done things in my time that I regret, But I have always kept the Resol'nare in my heart, Always lived in accordance to my creed and my people. Even at the cost of my blood and safety, I have never once turned a gun on my Vode.">

<"So fight me if you like. But I am a Mandalorian, And the Resol'nare demands I defend myself.">

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