Tekton Artez
Character
Tekton felt… hopeful. From everything he'd heard Clan Gred and it's Vanguard Fleet were worthy allies. Clan Artez was a small clan by comparison, but that didn't mean it couldn't contribute. Clan Artez specialty if it was said to have one would be the Trades. Construction, Mechanics, Engineering, Farming even Doctors and Nurses. They often went into warzones or relief zone or refugee zones and helped rebuild infrastructure. Sometimes from the ground up, although that was often easier than muddling through whatever haphazard so called system was in place in some of the war torn regions of the galaxy.
Half the time people were more interesting in provided contracts to their particular kin group rather than assuring people got the care they needed. Which is where an outside contractor such as Clan Artez came in, combined with the ingrained Mandalorian no nonsense attitude with a healthy dollop of getting shit done, Clan Artez had a modest but well earned reputation in setting up towns more than camps to help shelter those in need.
The Gred Fleet went out of it's way to free slaves, an admirable cause one which Tekton and the rest of Clan Artez supported. Not all slaves had a home to go back to or even if they did were often so harrowed by their experience it was hard to relate to those that managed to avoid capture.
The Gred Fleet needed to start setting up bases, towns, cities which could house there freed slaves with grace and care. This was where Clan Artez came in. Hopefully. All that remained was for Tekton to meet with the Alor of Clan Gred, Mig Gred. Tekton himself was not an Alor, though increasingly his Clan had been dropping more and more hints that he should step up and become so. Tekton sighed. Selecting him to be his clan's representative in this matter was just the latest. He was a decent leader in a pinch he knew, but he had no desire for power, even limited power, he was content to serve, do his part, and yes that meant looking out for his people whether they be Supercommando's, Mandalorians or his Clan, but that didn't mean he wanted to climb the pedestal as it were.
Regardless Tekton believed in duty and knew the day was coming when he'd either have to step up or step down and let another rise to the occasion. A niggling doubt in his mind wondered whether or not anyone else would have the clans best interests.
Tekton piloted his Fang starfighter Claw into the Vanguard Fleets perimeter.
"Gred Fleet this is Tekton Artez, I'm here for a meeting with Alor Mig Gred."
"Roger Artez, welcome to Starstorm Fleet, please dock in the Keros' Kad's hanger."
"Roger that Starstorm"
Tekton piloted his way through the fleet. For a private clan fleet it was an impressive display. If Tekton cared about political machination he might even consider allying Clan Artez to be in the same House. Tekton shook his head at the thought. He hadn't even assumed the mantle of Alor and he was already twisting his thoughts to alliances and allegiances.
"Keros Kad Tekton Artez in the Claw docking now."
Tekton docked and stepped out of the Claw with his helmet and armour on.
Mig Gred
Half the time people were more interesting in provided contracts to their particular kin group rather than assuring people got the care they needed. Which is where an outside contractor such as Clan Artez came in, combined with the ingrained Mandalorian no nonsense attitude with a healthy dollop of getting shit done, Clan Artez had a modest but well earned reputation in setting up towns more than camps to help shelter those in need.
The Gred Fleet went out of it's way to free slaves, an admirable cause one which Tekton and the rest of Clan Artez supported. Not all slaves had a home to go back to or even if they did were often so harrowed by their experience it was hard to relate to those that managed to avoid capture.
The Gred Fleet needed to start setting up bases, towns, cities which could house there freed slaves with grace and care. This was where Clan Artez came in. Hopefully. All that remained was for Tekton to meet with the Alor of Clan Gred, Mig Gred. Tekton himself was not an Alor, though increasingly his Clan had been dropping more and more hints that he should step up and become so. Tekton sighed. Selecting him to be his clan's representative in this matter was just the latest. He was a decent leader in a pinch he knew, but he had no desire for power, even limited power, he was content to serve, do his part, and yes that meant looking out for his people whether they be Supercommando's, Mandalorians or his Clan, but that didn't mean he wanted to climb the pedestal as it were.
Regardless Tekton believed in duty and knew the day was coming when he'd either have to step up or step down and let another rise to the occasion. A niggling doubt in his mind wondered whether or not anyone else would have the clans best interests.
Tekton piloted his Fang starfighter Claw into the Vanguard Fleets perimeter.
"Gred Fleet this is Tekton Artez, I'm here for a meeting with Alor Mig Gred."
"Roger Artez, welcome to Starstorm Fleet, please dock in the Keros' Kad's hanger."
"Roger that Starstorm"
Tekton piloted his way through the fleet. For a private clan fleet it was an impressive display. If Tekton cared about political machination he might even consider allying Clan Artez to be in the same House. Tekton shook his head at the thought. He hadn't even assumed the mantle of Alor and he was already twisting his thoughts to alliances and allegiances.
"Keros Kad Tekton Artez in the Claw docking now."
Tekton docked and stepped out of the Claw with his helmet and armour on.
Mig Gred