Campaign Court of Blades | Book of Vizsla 1\3(Ask to join)

[The Storyteller]

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Tag: Kranak Vizsla | Aves Wren | Alora Vizsla | Tae'l Vizsla | Tahlah Vizsla | Cyran Vaas | Tawnita Wren | Vren Rook | Sikkol Cull | Talohn Atar | Shai Maji |

T H E - S U M M O N I N G​

House Vizsla's proud history dated back to the old republic and first sith expansions to the great purge and beyond. From Shae Vizsla to Ra Vizsla, The clan and it's house had been a shining if sharp reminder of Mandalorian greatness, Honor and tradition. But the house had also been brought low at times, Fading to a shadow of it's former glory, Only to rise again.

It was not yet time to rise. House Vizsla had once again crumbled under the pressure of the turbulent galaxy, With no diamond yet to be seen.


After the red coronation, The house had been outcast from mandalorian society and scattered to the four corners of the universe. It was not until a new self proclaimed "Mand'alor" restored their place on the homeworld that this clan made an attempt at unity.
It was Darsch Vizsla, Last surviving agent of Yasha Cadera's Death Watch, That brought honor back to her house and led them into a new age as Alor. But old wounds still festered, And once the house saw stability, She stepped away.

In her place stood Aloy Vizsla; A relatively obscure figure, But one chosen by what few Vizslas remained on mandalore nonetheless. She led the beginnings of her house through bloody civil war against sith Insurgents such as Apollyon The Betrayer , All while a self proclaimed Mand'alor sabotaged her efforts.

In the end, Aloy withdrew House Vizsla from this new empire, Siding with the Enclave and putting her family before the duty imposed upon her. The empire fell to Apollyon's trickery in a near instant, For without House Vizsla's protection, That empire was weak. That empire was not mandalorian.



But then Apollyon returned. At the height of House Vizsla's newfound power, She laid a trap for Aloy, Forcing her to choose between family and her own safety.
Aloy Vizsla sacrificed herself to save her clan, Having been captured by Apollyon while the others took to freedom. She has been missing ever since.

Kata Wren told the story once again, Standing at the head of the great table that stood in the bowels of the old Vizsla fortress on Roon. She still wore the red armor of Aloy's rallymasters from the days of that sad and ruined empire, Never forgetting her duty to the family.

She had told a similar story in a message broadcaster to the remnants of House Vizsla spread far and wide, And any allies Aloy may have gathered in the past. But now it was time for a different subject;

"We must look to the future," She called out to the Vizslas, Wrens, Kryze, Saxons and even outsiders gathered in the old stone hall around her.

"We must decide what happens next... With the Alor's wife on the hunt, It falls to me, To host this assembly so that we may establish our next move. If Tan'yill is the Alor's right hand, Than I am the left. As such, I will not be taking leadership. It is not my place. And that is why I have summoned you all; To plan that move. Track down your old Alor, Elect a new one, Split, I don't care, But you Must. Choose" She said authoritatively, Slapping both hands against the table as she stared into the small crowd through her visor.

"Please, Choose."

Spoiler: Points of interest

The Hall: Let your voice be heard and determine the fate of House Vizsla. (Clan politics, Planning etc)

The Bar: Not interested in or overwhelmed by politics? Try the bar room next door and drink something cold with the others(Social)

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[Shai Maji]

Location: The Hall for now
Tags: open

Shai sat around the large table in her armour. It was the only thing keeping her arm enough on Roon, though her helmet rested on the table beside her feet. She leaned back on the chair's rear legs, listening to what the woman had to say. She recognized her from a while ago. If she remembered correctly, Kata Wren was the one who summoned her and witnessed her pledge of allegiance to the Nite Owls. The Kal still sat on her hip, even after the organisation fell apart years ago. She was in clan Vizsla's hall to decide on what the plan of action was going to be. She was ready to go off and look for her friend... what she got was something that left a bitter taste in her mouth.

Her features contorted in a combination of disgust and anger as she listened to the woman speak. This wasn't what she was expecting at all. She was expecting the rally cry she expected from clan Vizsla, not this. There was also the bit of her own honour that was dragged through the dirt by her words that only worsened her rational thought on what to say.

"You're doing a pretty karking bad job of being your Alor's voice, you know." She spoke with a firm and clear voice as her feet dropped to the ground and she sat forward. "I came here to help a friend. What I'm getting is a bunch of flower mandos blowing smoke up their own asses. House Vizsla didn't keep the karking Union together, sis, don't start with that crap. There were just as many Dragons in the thick of it. Just as many iron-skins from Solus, Kryze, whatever else. Don't insult the rest of us while you're falling in the same karking hole as the "self-proclaimed Mand'alor" you're criticizing so easily." Her voice grew louder with a snarl as she rose from her seat. Her mane stood up as her hackles raised. Her crimson eyes burned with anger as she glared at the woman on the other side of the table.

"Family and duty, huh? I'm not smelling any of what you're selling here. If you cared about family and duty, you would fight like hell to get your Alor back. Tear apart those Dar'manda schuttas and mount their heads on spikes. If this is your attitude, then my vote is to just disband your clan. Let the real mandos save Aloy and what's left to work with of this so-called 'House.' Honestly, you're a pathetic left hand, sis. Just take the rest of your flowers and go die so we can do our job." She snarled. She nearly tossed her Kal onto the table, but stopped herself before thought turned into action. She wasn't going to let one sad excuse ruin what the weapon meant to her. "Someone come let me know if you actually managed to put some semblance of a plan together. I'm getting a drink." She called out.

Turning on her heel, she grabbed her helmet and flipped off the woman as she made her way to the bar. Shaking with anger, she marched through the halls until she found her objective. She found a satisfactory spot along the counter and ordered a shot of whiskey... then another... then three more. She topped it off with a few puffs of her nervestick, all in an attempt to calm down from her outburst. She was likely going to regret her words later... but that was fine with her. After the whiskey was done, she ordered a tall beer and soothed her burning heartache with the golden liquid.

 

[Sikkol Cull]

SHIP: Helljumper Combat Dropship
CREW: Helljumper Crew
WEAPONS: Heklerkok FP-01, MAA-011 HjPBP x2, MAA-010 HiPR x1, Lodestone Devices x4 - Rolling Order, Lookout Probe Droid x2 - Rolling Order, Terminus Shiv's x2, Journeyman Knives x4 - Rolling Order
ARMOR/CLOTHING: Tinfoil Hat Band, MAA-001 HjCBg Bodyglove, MAA-005 HjGPG, MAA-002 HjBmP#3
EXTRA/POCKETS: ECM-598 Medical Backpack, Security Spike, Scramble Key, Anti-security blade, Field Security Overloader, Canteen/Waterskin, Energy/Food Capsules
LOCATION: Hall
TAGS: Open

"Galactic Basic" | <"Mandalorian"> | << comm. channel >>​

< <What do you think?> > Aani spoke over the line to one another quietly, the helmet annunciator and speaker disabled and allowing her to speak to Sikkol without being away from the discussion around them. He leaned against the back of the chair, wanting the helmet off to rub his face, as if the gesture would remedy the mixed feelings he had.

< <Not sure. Still taking it in.> > Sikkol muttered back, his helmet shut off in a similar fashion to allow the silent communication.

< <We are going to help them at least, right?> > Aani spoke the words softly, the anger typically held about her as armor slipping in that moment. Another reason to have the helmet off. To see her face to the whole situation. Read her ideas without speaking them. But he preferred keeping his face covered.

< <We will, yes. That was never the question.> > Sikkol stated plainly, his face not turning to meet her gaze as she turned back to the meeting.

< <As it should be.> > Aani replied with that knowing tone of the tooka cat that ate the bulabird. It drove him up the wall to even hear it through the line.

"The Helljumper crew will help track down Aloy Vizla." Sikkol nodded as he spoke, saying little more than what needed to be said. He was of Clan Tal now, but even so this was not something the Cull remnants could pass by without offering to help.

< <Thank you.> > Aani chimed over their private helmet line, Sikkol's visor twitching in her direction for a split second before watching those gathered and listening.

 

[Alora Vizsla]

Location: The Hall, Vizsla Fortress on Roon

A shiny and silver Mandalorian woman stood by as the gathering kicked off with a story. The gentle glow of her visor directed at Kata Wren as she spoke. As the tale unfolded, Alora Vizsla was silent out of respect for the Teller's position. Shai'd been respectful too until the end. Privately, Alora had to admit the ending left a lot to be desired. Associating the fall of the 'Empire' with Vizsla withdrawing could be taken in two ways -- one flattering, and the other scandalous. A lot of good people had died resisting the Sith Empire's betrayal no matter what the 'leaders' had done. Was loyalty not ingrained in The Way?

With one hand on her hip just above a holstered disruptor, Alora's helmet turned to get a read on the Wardog when they made their thoughts known. Shai Maji was definitely pissed about many things that'd just been brought up. Enough for her to stalk right out of the gathering even.

Sikkol Cull announced the intention of the Helljumper crew to join in on a rescue op after Shai stormed out.

"We don't abandon family," Alora declared. In recognition of the others present she added, "We don't abandon friends. It isn't about the easiest way or the fastest way, but the right Way we live our lives. There's only one thing we can do: find Alor Aloy Vizsla, and move aside anyone that hinders us in our pursuit. If anyone disagrees with that, now's the time to speak up. Otherwise, let's get down to business organizing our assault."

Alora slowly scanned the crowd in case someone did disagree. It was possible, if unlikely. "Do we have any information as to the Alor's current whereabouts? I know a few people, but it'll take time to get word to and from them discretely so our enemies remain unaware of our movements."

Normally, the young Mandalorian was as free-spirited and unrestrained as Shai, but there were times when Alora was cool as they came. All based on the circumstances. Now wasn't the time for wise-cracking and bizarre behavior -- it'd only distract people from the important matter before them.

Shai could probably use some distraction, but Alora couldn't be in two places at once. If Kata was going to try and put it on them, then they would have to make sure this kept moving forward or it'd fly apart with only a handful of them reassembling afterward to do it on their own. Which might end up happening anyway, but Alora would try not to encourage it by leaving as well. A pebble preceded an avalanche.

POYO! Open​

 

[Tahlah Vizsla]

Tags: Shai Maji Sikkol Cull Alora Vizsla
Location: Vizsla Fortress on Roon

When Tahlah first saw that the Vizslas were getting back together, there was a sense of hope for the not as young Nautolan to redeem herself. The Alor was taken suddenly, and Tahlah failed at protecting her family. It was the purpose of her life that she has designated herself with after initially going to level 1313 in times that seem so very long ago. Then, as soon as that purpose was clear to her, she failed immediately. The Alor was taken shortly after the shootout that took place. She was angry, though at herself for failing this duty. The Black Hands paint was still on her helmet. Her handprint still clear to see over the mask. A hand print from before her face to face encoutner with the betrayer. A hand print she could no longer recreate.

The mask was up over her head so the others could see her face. It was calm, but her gaze was frustrated. The briefing was nothing new other than the question of where to go from here. One of the new vod stood up and berated the left hand, though Tahlah thought for good reason. They should have protected the Alor better, and what to do next should not even be a matter of debate. Though finally solutions were being brought about after the Krayt seemed to heir all the grievances for them all before storming off.

She did enjoy learning new things from these people however. Her provincial life outside of the main contingent of Vizslas with the Alor left her rather ignorant of other groups. These helljumpers volunteered, and a new clan-mate seemd to have a similar mindset to what Tahlah had. She continued to sit silently observing what was happening after the other Vizsla spoke. Nothing was happening. From being one of the veterans of the Alor's contingent from before her dissapearance she thought it right to at least say her piece.

"To add on to what my fellow Vizsla said, it shouldn't be a debate of what we should do next. We should've protected our Alor, and we failed that. Becuase of that we need to find her, and bring her back here to our family.", she then turned her gaze twoards the other Vizsla, "If these contacts will not betray us, use them. The time due to the discretion is understandable.", she then returned to look at all who were present, "We should use any means we can within our code to find the Alor as quickly as possible. I say the debate on what we do next is over, and it is time to plan for the solution to the problem that faces our clan's very existence. Mandalorians shouldn't complain, we are an action oriented people! We are warriors who get chit done!", her robotic right arm slammed the table with a fist on that last line with a loud thud from the weight and power it swung with, "There is no question. We must rescure the Alor to redeem the name of Vizsla. Our honor compels it. The plan of how to rescue the Alor should be the only debate we have. That is all from me for now."

She then sat back down and waited in silence watching the reactions of the others. Sure; it may be perceived as mellow-dramatic, yet somebody had to further the call to action the left hand began. It might as well have been her.

 

[Aves Wren]

Tags: Tahlah Vizsla Shai Maji Sikkol Cull Alora Vizsla
location: The Hall

Aves stared at Kata Wren with stars in her eyes. Her admiration for the older Wren was palpable to anyone who cared to take a look. Aves had grown up on Wayland, isolated, hidden by those who would harm her. As such, Aves had met very few of her clan. Only her closest of Wrens and Saxons had ever come around to speak with her. House Vizsla and all the clans that followed them were like storybook characters back then.

And here she sat, listening to one of them.

To say the words stirred her would have been an understatement, but Aves was young and prone to such things. She had been told that people her age were like beskar fresh from the forge; they burned hot and changed easily, but time would let them cool and harden. Hotheadedness was a sign of inexperience.

Shai’s outburst was proof of such, and Aves’ immediate response was not much better.

As the shistavanen made their obscene gesture, Aves’ hand went to her blaster. She had half a mind to blast that insulting finger right off, but the hand of another listener stopped her. They were here to meet, to discuss, not to rip each other apart like they did at the Red Coronation. Aves’ ears went red, not with anger this time, but a sense of shame. She almost made a fool of herself, and this stranger had helped prevent it. Family, and duty indeed.

Giving a silent thanks, Aves settled back into listening.

Arguments were presented, but It appeared the Vizslas were set on the course of retrieving Aloy. It made sense, of course. Appolyon was the enemy, and Aloy was their leader and their kin. If there was any chance that Aloy still lived, then her clan and house would stop at nothing to bring her back from the betrayer. Aves would tend to agree, but there was one issue that was yet to be addressed.

”Saving Aloy Vizsla is our duty, but who shall lead our efforts in the meantime? Who will we look to for leadership and guidance?”

Aves felt immediately uncomfortable, but the young woman steeled herself as she stood up.

”Without leadership, even temporary, we will not be able to effectively coordinate in the field.” “From our great houses down to the squad, we know the value of our leaders.”

 

[Sasha Kryze]

The sound of muscle tearing filled her ears as she sat atop a downed log in the cold, Sniffling once as she finished chopping up the meat of the animal she had just killed. She was barely thirty minutes away from the Vizsla compound, only even showing herself her as there were decisions to be made about power... Who would lead, who would follow. It was beyond her scope. she used the back of a bloodied hand to briefly scratch at her eyebrow, continuing her precise cuts into the meat of the felled Deer.

The area around her was blood-soaked, the animal still lay severed in multiple pieces, but she was nearing completion. The meat was partitioned into different pieces, what trophies she wished to keep cleaned, and ready for transport. A small fire crackling, with a few strips of the the Deers Thigh meat still sizzling as she cut, stacked, and wrapped. The smell was intoxicating with the spices she had traded for not long ago. Some manner of Twi'lek spices that she couldn't identify, but made the meat to die for.

Even as Sasha's stomach growled, she worked diligently, wanting nothing more at this point but to get out of the cold. Idly wondering how the.... Discussions, were going.

In the end it didn't matter to her, she didn't view herself too much higher than a gun to be pointed. Her desires out of life were simple. To be free, to be loved, and to be Mando. Outside of that, anyone that didn't share their views as an organization was inconsequential...

A few more slices, and snips, and she would lean up shaking some of the lightly falling snow out of her hair.

"Rie ciryc asas osi'kyr..."

The woman admitted to herself, shivering a bit as she now went about shutting it all down. She would clean the weapons, discard the useless parts of the animal, while storing anything that could be eaten, or utilized on her borrowed speeder. The last thing she would do was wash her hands, and face. Blood only finding her lips as she had drank the first drops of its blood out of respect for the kill; once cleaned up, she would be atop the speeder, headed towards the gathering. Netting roughly twelve pounds of deer meat to add to whatever they had.

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When she arrived, Sasha would be wearing her helmet, leaning over to one side as she carried a hefty survival pack on her back. Eventually, she would find herself inside, offering half of her bounty to whoever was in charge of the festivities cooking, before taking herself along to the bar to find a drink, and perhaps an interesting tale. It was roughly then she started getting the idea of what was going on...

Turning on her heel, she grabbed her helmet and flipped off the woman as she made her way to the bar. Shaking with anger, she marched through the halls until she found her objective. She found a satisfactory spot along the counter and ordered a shot of whiskey... then another... then three more. She topped it off with a few puffs of her nervestick, all in an attempt to calm down from her outburst. She was likely going to regret her words later... but that was fine with her. After the whiskey was done, she ordered a tall beer and soothed her burning heartache with the golden liquid.

She had spotted her early, but didn't call out. Instead she would smirk and follow the other for a bit, until she realized the sort of drinking being done. This wasn't jovial, it was self punishment... She would move to sit directly next to the other, up-nodding the tender and asking for two shots of whatever Shai was drinking...

Yet, she said nothing to Shai. She just rubbed her hands, and used her own breath to increase the warming process; idly glancing about to see who else was here for this most auspicious of events.

Shai Maji (Anyone who wishes to engage Sash)

 

[Kranak Vizsla]

The Gathering

Location: Roon, House Vizsla Fortress, Main Hall
Local Time: 09:34
Date: -DATA CORRUPTED-
Primary Objective: Await Fellow Vode To Teach A Common Consensus
Secondary Objective: N/A
Equipment: Loadout 1 (Medical Backpack, Paranaor Blaster Rifle and Scatter Gun left in his locker in his quarters)
Tags: Shai Maji | Sasha Kryze | Aves Wren | Alora Vizsla | Tahlah Vizsla | Sikkol Cull | Open to Others/Interaction!

A large group of Mandalorians had gathered in the hall to discuss the future of the House and give advice if need be to the members of House Vizsla. There were several familiar faces and helmets the giant Ori’ramikad recognized as he occasionally shot a glance at his surroundings as he listened to what Kata said. The giant clad in his jet-black beskar’gam stood by the Hall’s door frame, his right shoulder leaned against it with his arms crossed over his chestplate.

They had to look to the future, and they had to choose. But to him, there wasn’t any other option to choose from. It was a simple “choice” for the giant. Rescuing their Clan Alor, Aloy.

She had come for him when he was held captive at the hands of Apollyon the Betrayer for a little over a year. She didn’t leave him behind. He wasn’t just going to leave her behind, either. No matter what was decided, whether he’d have to go alone after her if his fellow vode chose to elect a new Alor for the House and Clan Vizsla, or decided to come back for her was up to his vode. But he knew he wouldn’t really be alone. There were several vode he could truly count on that would rise up to the challenge. He was sure they also shared the same feelings towards this situation.

He’d also had a score to settle with those Dar’manda chakaare. He wasn’t going to let them get away with what they had done, not just to him during his captivity, but to those vode that were unfortunate enough to have their life essence infused with the sacred iron, Beskar. Tal’beskar, they called it. Forged with the blood of those that were slain on Mandalore at the hands of Apollyon and her traitorous rout. It was perversion, heresy, of the highest order the giant had the misfortune to bear witness. An affront to their culture.

The Ori’ramikad clenched his fists as wrath washed over him in remembrance of his time spent under Apollyon’s captivity. How could someone be so traitorous against their own kind? The thought of it sickened him. He was repulsed by the idea of betrayal and treason. It was a heinous thought, and a damning action. He would never understand her or her follower’s ambitions behind their betrayal. “Karking hut’uun aruetiise.” the giant thought to himself in rage, with a grimace as he was immersed in thought.

Maji’s blaze-up snapped him out of it, however. The giant shook himself and listened to what the Shistavanen had to say.

"You're doing a pretty karking bad job of being your Alor's voice, you know." She spoke with a firm and clear voice as her feet dropped to the ground and she sat forward. "I came here to help a friend. What I'm getting is a bunch of flower mandos blowing smoke up their own asses. House Vizsla didn't keep the karking Union together, sis, don't start with that crap. There were just as many Dragons in the thick of it. Just as many iron-skins from Solus, Kryze, whatever else. Don't insult the rest of us while you're falling in the same karking hole as the "self-proclaimed Mand'alor'' you're criticizing so easily."
Her voice grew louder with a snarl as she rose from her seat. Her mane stood up as her hackles raised. Her crimson eyes burned with anger as she glared at the woman on the other side of the table.

"Family and duty, huh? I'm not smelling any of what you're selling here. If you cared about family and duty, you would fight like hell to get your Alor back. Tear apart those Dar'manda schuttas and mount their heads on spikes. If this is your attitude, then my vote is to just disband your clan. Let the real mandos save Aloy and what's left to work with of this so-called 'House.' Honestly, you're a pathetic left hand, sis. Just take the rest of your flowers and go die so we can do our job." She snarled. She nearly tossed her Kal onto the table, but stopped herself before thought turned into action. She wasn't going to let one sad excuse ruin what the weapon meant to her. "Someone come let me know if you actually managed to put some semblance of a plan together. I'm getting a drink." She called out.

The giant let out a silent chuckle as Shai snarled at Kata, or rather, tore her apart. Kranak gave a nod of his head at the Shistavanen in silence, applauding her. She was on the same page with the giant Ori’ramikad. Another vode that would join them in the search and rescue of Aloy. Shai walked past him furiously towards the bar, understandably enraged by the waste of time this meeting was. They should have been planning the rescue operation or gathering intelligence as to where Aloy might be.

There were several others that voiced their opinions; A fellow verd, clad in beskar’gam painted gold and silver, offered their support for finding Aloy. The giant couldn’t quite recognize his clan symbol, though. It was a black Iron Heart with a bloody hand print beneath it, stenciled on the Mandalorian’s armor. Whatever house or clan he hailed from didn’t matter to the giant. He and the Helljumpers offered their support at the time of the House’s need. That was family enough to him. All houses and clans had to help each other out in these trying times.

Two of his clan mates spoke their mind on the matter after the Helljumper. Alora went first, then Tahlah spoke after her. The two made very good points about the situation the House found itself in. They needed to take action, instead of discussing what to do next. Their work was cut out for them. There was no need for discussing other options, nor were there any other options other than finding Aloy. The giant listened to them both, nodding slowly occasionally as he listened.

Then, a young Wren chimed into the discussion. He did not know her by name, yet. But he could feel the fire and ambition within her. Most of them were anxious to take action right now, the young verda amongst their ranks, even more so.

”Saving Aloy Vizsla is our duty, but who shall lead our efforts in the meantime? Who will we look to for leadership and guidance?”

Seeming somewhat hesitant to continue at first, the young Wren doubled down on her inquiry as she stood up before continuing.

“Without leadership, even temporary, we will not be able to effectively coordinate in the field.” From our great houses down to the squad, we know the value of our leaders.”

She was right about that. They needed to do this operation right. They needed to form a chain of command first. But who would be assuming command? The giant lowered his head in thought as he considered the options. In a sense the chain of command was already there. Kata assumed it in the absence of the Alor, and Tan’yill. He wondered where the latter was. He hadn’t seen her among the crowd of verda in the Hall yet.

But regardless, they were all in the same ballpark with Shai’s and Kranak’s way of thinking. That was good, but there were several other verda in the Hall that were yet to speak their mind.

The giant didn’t need to say a word to reveal where he stood on the matter. Those that knew him would know what he was thinking. <”Holler at me when you’ve reached a common consensus.”> spoke the Ori’ramikad calmly as he stood up straight and left the Hall to join Shai in the bar.

The giant walked down the long, and well lit corridors with a slow pace as he made his way to the bar until he reached it. He saw the Shistavanen seated at one of the barstools at the counter, drinking a large pint of beer, after washing down what seemed like at least a shot of whiskey. There was another fellow vod clad in purple and white painted beskar’gam seated next to Shai that he didn’t recognize. They weren’t engaged in a conversation yet by the looks of it. The two sat in silence in the bar.

His armored boots clumped as he walked to the barstool besides Shai and sat down, facing the counter. The giant leaned forward on the counter, his chin rested on his clenched fists. He was simply waiting in silence for the rest of those in the Hall to make their decision. His broad chest rose and fell with each draw of breath. He too was anxious to take action. He felt like they were wasting precious time by debating on what to do. To him, there was only one choice, but he wouldn’t take away the freedom of debate and choice from his fellow vode, as much as he yearned to take action as soon as possible.

 

[Tae'l Vizsla]

Tag: Alora Vizsla | Aves Wren | Tahlah Vizsla | Sikkol Cull | Shot Sutaz |
Shai Maji | Sasha Kryze | Kranak Vizsla |

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Tayl had been noticeably absent from the unfinished fortress for months now, Presumably with Tan'yill according to what few Vizslas knew her more personally. But the truth was more complicated than that.
One of those complications had brought her to the upstart millionaire and slicer Shot Sutaz , Who had hosted her aboard a luxery cruiser bound for Roon a few days ago.


That Nautolan may have the key to rescuing the Clan Alor, And it came with a price that her people would be more than willing to pay. Now all she had to do was bring her to the council and convince them to trust this outsider.


A lot of weight to put on a girl She thought, Taking a deep breath as she departed the ship with Sutaz in tow.
The jingle of spurs would herald her arrival as she marched through the fort at a brisk pace with her hands clenched, Helm still on and zeal burning beneath.
"I'll do my best to get your voice on the council. Let me introduce you before you explain the deal, And don't rub it in their faces. But- but don't be too humble either! Mandalorians respect strength" She says quickly while glancing at her host turned guest.

"I think that's everything? Just back off if things get dicey and I'll step between you and whoever needs to get got"





She'd push open the doors to the old fort as they neared the bar, Gesturing for her to enter first and shutting it behind them when they entered. The bar seemed... Kinda empty, Compared to when she lived here last. So far she only Shai Maji , Kranak Vizsla And Sasha Kryze , The latter of which she didn't recognize.
She paid them no mind, Save for the initial glance as she marched through the bar and right up to the great hall's doors, Pushing them open almost as soon as she drew near, Exposing herself to the dim golden light that hung above the diamond shaped table where many Vizslas new and old seemed to stand.

"Rallymaster," She nodded to Kata before turning her attention to the others "Vode, We found her"

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[Cyran Vaas]

Tags Alora Vizsla Tae'l Vizsla Aves Wren Tahlah Vizsla Sikkol Cull Shai Maji Sasha Kryze Kranak Vizsla
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Unfortunately Cyran was a bit of a late comer, not just to the meeting, but also the news about Aloy Vizsla. The name rang a bell to him, until he remember that it was their spouse that he had befriended a while back. Cyran never was much of one for clan politics. Hell, it was easy for more... fundamental Mandalorian to completely discredit him as a poser. A mere cosplayer in armor. None the less he would come to the meeting, being a bit of an independent, but also a minor representative of clan Awaud for being married to the leadership down in Vlemoth Port. Nonetheless the vibrantly colored Mandalorian stood among the others in the hall.

Having walked into the hall a little late he eventually got caught up on the discussion. Only for a rather large individual to leave the hall. Unfortunately Tan'yill wasn't with them. He'd hoped to meet up with here again while here. But apparently she was off finding her spouse ahead of the game.

Cyran hadn't really said anything yet. Other than agreeing that they needed to find the Clan's Alor ASAP. He felt like other than the politics, that he was uniquely qualified to discuss the matter of finding them. Cyran was a bounty hunter after all. Finding people who typically didn't want to be found was his specialty. He almost brought up that fact until what looked to be a Twi'lek made their way into the room to announce to the room they they supposedly found "her". Already? It's not like they really had any time to even figure that part out. So if they're right about finding the Alor's whereabouts, than that was great news. Made the job of finding them far more easy of that's the case. Still though, Cyran kept his mouth shut under that helmet of his.

 

[Alora Vizsla]

It hadn't been so much a matter of 'should I' as a statement 'unless someone has something to offer, I need time,' but Alora guessed it was a good thing Tahlah Vizsla was on-board with it. After all, her contacts would never betray the Mandalorians. Eh, almost never. It'd have to be an extremely good business deal. That aside...

A Wren brought up the matter of leadership in short order. Like, that made sense, but they had already settled 'what' to do now they just needed the 'how.' Settling that only needed someone to stand up after a brief discussion and say 'shut up, we're doing it' and that'd be that. Would spending time nominating someone to the role of leader help? Okay, yeah, Alora had kind of been living on her own for a while so the whole group-dynamic was a bit new to her life.

Of those that did depart, Alora was a bit surprised when the Giant among them, Kranak, chose to do so. Apparently the man had that much faith in their ability to reach an agreement -- or play king of the hill. Still, as a Vizsla she would have figured one of her own clan to step forward to try and claim the leadership role. Couldn't really see one of the clans getting it. Super awkward when they saved the Alor to have someone go 'so I took over your clan while you were out' even if just for a day or two.

Then another Vizsla just sauntered right through those doors, but into the room instead of out of it. And the whole 'so where do we start' suddenly was solved! Okay, well, so much for Alora's contacts. That was alright though because now this group wouldn't have a day to stand around getting angry at each other. Besides, Alora still had her trusty ship that'd get them into or near the enemy stronghold without them knowing.

"I'll ask the obvious: you found the Alor, or you found where the Alor is being held?" Alora felt like it was kind of important for Tayl to, you know, elaborate on who 'her' was and how they'd 'found her.' Because Aloy wasn't hot on the fellow Vizsla's heels so doubtful a solo mission had extracted their missing leader. "And if it's the latter, layout, patrols, count, armament, and -- most importantly -- location?"

Also, who was the pretty purple lady Tayl brought with her? Didn't look Mandalorian.

POYO! Tae'l Vizsla | Shot Sutaz | Aves Wren | Tahlah Vizsla | Sikkol Cull | Cyran Vaas
HEYA! Shai Maji | Sasha Kryze | Kranak Vizsla​

 

[Shot Sutaz]

The trip was a relatively fast one. It was quite the nice luxury cruiser they got seats on after all. Hanging with Sutaz would have been quite the experience. Originally, first class was full....then Sutaz provided a simple solution to that problem. She offered more money than they could refuse. Typically she wouldn't flex her funds, but this was very important. Of course, she then found out they were trying to kick the poorest family out of first class that had saved up for that ticket for weeks. The way her head of tendrils started moving was like something out of a horror film. Each tendril opening to reveal a sawblade, a blowtorch, or some other sort of tool that could double as a weapon. She did all this while hissing expletives all the while. With a fuss like that, they were forced to kick of a much better off noble family instead. The Nautolan hated elitism. After it was all settled, that spite fueled her to crack that chip all the faster along the way. She left it to the cybernetics in her mind. She pulled a port wire out of her wrist and hooked it up to the chip. After that, she went basically inert for the entire trip as she searched the chip. At some point, she would suddenly sit up straight and run to the bathroom. The sounds of hurling could be heard soon after.....

When the puking finished, she would sit down beside Tayl once again. She looked...tired, visibly shaken, head darting abour as if she constantly saw something out of the corner of her eye. The memories she saw would occasionally flash through her head. When that happened, Tayl would see her wince.
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As they emerged into the room, the purple nautolan's gaze drifted about. Various mandalorians were gathered, naturally. She'd never seen this many in one room before. Hell, one was a nautolan! Such was an odd sight. She never really saw much of her own species around. Apparently they were common, just not on Denon she supposed. She took a breath, steeling herself and pushing those experiences, that were now in her memory, at the back of her mind. She was glad...very glad that the one who owned this chip was dead. He deserved nothing less. With a shaky breath, she begins speaking after Tayl, her calm and cool exterior back once again. For now.

"Name's Shot Sutaz, but we aren't here for pleasantries. We found your Alor." She takes the chip out of her pocket, showing it off to those around. "Everything you need is on this. But if you want this chip, I need something in return." She holds up a hand to try and silence any outrage that could begin from this action that could be considered blackmail. "Don't worry, this is a good one. I give you the chip and in return....."

She takes out her datapad and tosses it lightly on the court room table. A hologram springs to life, showing off the logo of a Denon company known as CorpSec. "When I was young, I was but an orphan on the streets. A program took me in, called the disaffected youth program, funded by CorpSec. It took skilled youths off of the street and supposedly gave them better lives. I was hopeful...so...so hopeful, naïve too. Very naïve." She looks down, shaking her head slightly. "The disaffected youth program doesn't help anyone. They take orphans off of the streets, and train them as soldiers. Kids as young as twelve to seventeen carrying out hits on political opponents, being indoctrinated into thinking mowing down protesters is acceptable....a whole manner of horrid messes. Us kids weren't even paid in return. All we were given was a bed to sleep on, yet we clung to the program because it was all we had. The only place we had to go. They used that...exploited that."

She clenches her teeth, fist shaking. "I got blown up on an op, they left me in the hospital to die because I was too expensive to fix. The only reason I survived is because a doctor who hated the program as much as I do patched me up with some cybernetics so I could continue on. I've been looking for a way to bring them down ever since." She then pauses, taking a deep breath. "Look, basically, I give you this chip, and at a later date when my plan is ready, your house helps me end a corporate child slavery ring on Denon. Do we have a deal? Please tell me we do. I hear you guys are the slaver killing experts." She questions, eyes darting around the room, gaze a hopeful one. She was no longer cool as a cucumber. She was that scared little girl CorpSec fooled all those years ago.

Tae'l Vizsla Aves Wren Tahlah Vizsla Sikkol Cull Cyran Vaas Shai Maji Sasha Kryze Kranak Vizsla

 

[Alora Vizsla]

Alora leaned forward and immediately swiped the chip off the table. Not even a glance was spared to anyone, nor care given if they'd tried getting it first. With it in the palm of her hand a light lavender glow surrounded and then lifted the chip a few inches off her palm that faced the ceiling. It wasn't that Tayl couldn't be trusted, but this Shot Sutaz was an unknown variable. No one even said 'I have known her for years' so it was reasonable to assume that was because they just met. Which it was then reasonable to assume this could be a trap. Face it, Mandalorians weren't known for being Computer Geniuses. Oh, they had a few, but not their people's chief skillset.

Readouts from the probe slid over Alora's HUD as she stood there while Shot narrated their origin story. Much as Alora would like to claim leadership -- because that sounded full of authority -- she really was pretty new to the whole 'part of a family' thing again. Maybe best if someone else declared definitively whether Vizsla would help in return for the chip. Personally? Alora didn't see a problem. Chip was payment in advance. That this issue was on a world near the Core? They were a mobile bunch.

Finally the glow faded and the chip rested in the center of Alora's palm. She then carefully placed the chip back down on the table. "Chip's clean." That'd been the chief reason it'd been swiped up -- make sure they weren't plugging in something that'd download or wipe all their data. Just slicer stuff. After all, Shot did say the planet 'Denon.'

Secondary objective of obtaining the chip personally was to make a copy of its contents. Alora wouldn't put any displays up or summarize the goods, however, because the group needed to make a decision. Also, they maybe didn't need to know everything Alora was capable of? Enough to invite her on missions, but most of the stuff she knew would just cause their helmets to melt.

POYO! Tae'l Vizsla | Shot Sutaz | Aves Wren | Tahlah Vizsla | Sikkol Cull | Cyran Vaas
HEYA! Shai Maji | Sasha Kryze | Kranak Vizsla​

 

[Tan'yill Vizsla]

<''As much as I'd like to call that blackmail...''> Tan'yill, the Alors right hand and wife, spoke up through the buy'c and thus revealed her position from a dark corner of the hall. A hall which had gathered mandalorians loyal to the House of Vizsla and the Alor herself. To call her touched would be to exaggerate. A straight out lie, even. Aloy's proposal and Tayl's birth had touched her. Otherwise, everyone that knew her would know that she was not the squeamish type. However, the rutian twi'lek was proud and thankful to all the followers of the resol'nare that had gathered here for the sake of getting the House of Vizsla on it's feet once again. The light from above the table was cast upon her and the shadows retreated off her beskar'gam, as she approached her fellow vode, giving Kata Wren a respectful nod, before she ended up behind the two youngsters that had just arrived.

<''... I'm not the one to say no to slice up some slavers. As long as your intel is correct, nautolan. If my daughter brought you here and trust you, it's good enough for me.''> Tan continued as she reached for her helmet and tok it off. She glanced at Tayl and let her gaze stay with the nautolan for a little longer, inspecting her more closely. It amazed her sometimes how and where Tayl had found her friends, but what she said was true, if they were Tayl's friends - they were friends of the mandalorian creed, and thus to House Vizsla.

Tan suddenly left them and marched towards the large door leading out to the hall that was connected to the bar close by.

''Kranak! Shai! Get your shebs back in here, before I'll come over and drag you in here!'' she shouted unaffected, before turning on the heel and returned to the table.

''Wren. Krayt. Kryze... And every other clan represented around this table.'' she made a short pause as she begun a slow walk around the table. ''To my ears, it seems that we've reached a decision to free the Alor. For that, we - House Vizsla - thank you for your support.'' Tan continued, and ended up by rallymaster Kata Wren. She now noticed a familiar beskar'gam across the table, belonging to a certain Cyran Vaas. One of the few which she considered friends after her life on the corellian streets. ''I thank you.''

Tae'l Vizsla , Shot Sutaz , Kranak Vizsla , Shai Maji , Alora Vizsla , Cyran Vaas , Sikkol Cull , Tahlah Vizsla, Sasha Kryze , Aves Wren​

 

[Sasha Kryze]

The drinks had come at the same time, and glancing over to Shai Maji on her right, and the person who was just out of sight right behind her; she would slide a shot right in front of Shai, and getting a pretty decent judging on how much force she needed to use, would let the shot of liquor to come to a stop right in front of Kranak Vizsla . Although she couldn't see him fully, his face/helmet was still visible. If he didn't drink, he could always elect to not take the shot, but she would at least offer it; not bothering to add to Shai's count, as she was well on her way.

"Drink Brother, might not be a chance tomorrow..."

She had said over the others shoulder, her helmet having been taken off earlier, at some point between dropping off the meats she had hunted, and finding Shai here. Her eyes floating over to movement at the doorway. Another Vizsla, and a Nautolan. Sasha coolly followed the path of the pair, spinning on the barstool she was sitting on to accentuate this effort, and simultaneously downing that shot in one gulp. Her face contorted, resting herself on the counter just slightly and lowering her profile.

"Yo, Shai... Whose that over there."

She asked at what could best be described as in inside voice, looking between the pair that had arrived, but of course focusing on her present company as they left sight. Also, of note was the ambiguous nature of Sasha's question, not really specifying which of the pair she was referring too. All the same, she would listen to whatever response Shai had, while also keeping an ear open for the nearby Vizsla in case he had anything to say.

''Kranak! Shai! Get your shebs back in here, before I'll come over and drag you in here!''

"Don't get dragged, Sis.."

Sasha's chaotic side peaking slightly as she teased Shai, sliding off of her stool and turning to get her helmet. Not carrying her rifle at the moment, she was relatively unarmed save for a blade or two on her person; before moving into the main room to listen to everything being discussed; committing it to memory, while purposely standing what may have been uncomfortably close to Shot Sutaz , listening intently to whatever the Nautolan was saying, not to mention everyone in the room discussing the steps forward.

 

[The Storyteller]

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Tag: Tan'yill Vizsla | Cyran Vaas | Alora Vizsla | Tahlah Vizsla | Shot Sutaz | Tae'l Vizsla | Aves Wren | Shai Maji | Kranak Vizsla | Sasha Kryze |

Kata remained quiet throughout the conversation, Simply glaring at Shai Maji whom she believed had misunderstood both their purposes here greatly, Before reigning herself in lest she compromise the stability of her house here today.
Some came and some went, Either offering nothing at all to the conversation or adding a great a deal. Tahlah seemed more committed than most, Which damn near brought a smile to the ex-rallymaster's face. Alora too, Though her greater experience showed.

Then there was the Wren of course, Who had valid concerns, But she didn't answer. Not yet.

"I'm glad to see that we are all in agreement" She sighed.

Then Tayl and Shot Sutaz entered, Drawing a wary glance from Kata at this unexpected variable.

"Rallymaster," She nodded to Kata before turning her attention to the others "Vode, We found her"

This was indeed unexpected. "Go on Verd'ika, Tell us what you know"

But to her surprise, The usually boisterous Tayl went quiet, Making way for the young noutolan beside her to make her case. She crossed her arms and nodded along as they explained the situation, Which seemed agreeable enough to Kata but... This wasn't her call to make.

<''... I'm not the one to say no to slice up some slavers. As long as your intel is correct, nautolan. If my daughter brought you here and trust you, it's good enough for me.''>

Kata took Tan'yill's sudden reveal as her cue to step away, Bowing her head to the woman she considered her superior, And walking away.
"If that will be all, Riduur'alor, I'll ready the men on standby."


And with that, She hurriedly marched out of the hall without a word.

Kata marched into the bar suddenly, Closing the doors behind her and removing her helmet as she leaned back against the wall, Looking almost like she'd have fallen over otherwise.
Honestly, One could see the stress radiating from her scar-torn face as she slid her fingers through her short hair, Before suddenly turning towards the bar.

A quick glance informed her that she wouldn't be there long, As Shai Maji was still there and drinking herself into a stupor. But that would be just fine. She needed to do as she said soon anyway, And put the remaining House Vizsla warriors on roon in a state of standby, As the Riduur'alor could have need of them very very soon.

"Two shots." She ordered as she neared the bar, Ignoring all others as she passed them by and stood, Not sat, But stood impatiently at the other end of the bar counter.

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[Tae'l Vizsla]

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Interacting(OPEN): Tan'yill Vizsla | Shot Sutaz | Alora Vizsla |

Tayl was taken aback by Sutaz' sudden change in tone, Causing her to visibly recoil as the nautolan took the stage even before she could introduce them to the house. This wasn't at all like the confident and stylish slicer she'd met with days ago, And some part of her suspected it had more to do with the contents of the chip than the emotion behind her plea to the gathered council today.

Or at least, That was what she thought before Sutaz explained just what it was CorpSec had done to her.


It was almost instinctual when she stepped forward, Putting a hand on the slicer's shoulder and giving her a look of understanding, An expression meant to comfort the girl that had just secured their mission. Everyone else was ignored, Even her mother went unnoticed behind her veil of shadows in the corner.

"Chip's clean."

Well, Until the word "chip" faintly caught her ear. "Of course it's clean. She's no amateur!" She called out to Alora Vizsla , Almost offended until she came to her senses. The woman was just trying to ensure the safety of the clan, No fault in that.

<''As much as I'd like to call that blackmail...''>

<''... I'm not the one to say no to slice up some slavers. As long as your intel is correct, nautolan. If my daughter brought you here and trust you, it's good enough for me.''>

Her mother received little more than an appreciative nod in response. No words were needed for mother and daughter to understand one-another in that moment.

"Shot," She'd lean in just enough to whisper out of concern, Hand still on the girl's shoulder "I think we're good now. Why don't you and me get a drink? And maybe... sit down, Yeah?"

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[Alora Vizsla]

Alora's helm turned in Tae'l Vizsla 's direction. As daughter of Tan'yill Vizsla -- the de facto leader of the Clan and this meeting now they'd shown themselves -- some would probably be concerned at upsetting such a person. Wouldn't be much of a family if they bowed and scraped before one another though. Besides, Alora knew she was right. Especially in light of Tayl confirming Shot wasn't an amateur.

"The data on the chip will guide us to the Alor," the young Mandalorian announced with a nod. "It will make this rescue possible. Thank you."

With Tayl soon offering to get Shot a drink and Tan'yill accepting the offer on the table, it seemed the meeting was about to refocus on the matter at hand. Alora wouldn't mind hanging with her fellow Mandalorians, but as someone more equipped for scouting and recon skipping out on the meeting wasn't a good idea.

Alora hovered her hand over the table and set a framework holo-image of the general location the chip indicated required their full attention. "Anyone with a weak stomach shouldn't be present if we view the full contents of the chip." Fair warning if they wanted to see every scrap of information for themselves.

POYO! Tae'l Vizsla | Shot Sutaz | Aves Wren | Tahlah Vizsla | Sikkol Cull | Cyran Vaas | Tan'yill Vizsla | Shai Maji
HEYA! Sasha Kryze | Kranak Vizsla​

 

[Tahlah Vizsla]

Tags: Alora Vizsla Tae'l Vizsla Kranak Vizsla Shot Sutaz Tan'yill Vizsla Aves Wren Sasha Kryze Sikkol Cull Cyran Vaas Shai Maji
Location: Begins at Hall, Ends at Bar

With the last bits of agreemant, and a development on finding the Alor sooner than thought, Tahlah felt she had no need to say more on the matter. She nodded, and then left her seat to the bar in rather brisk manner. She hoped to get a drink in before they view the chip, if it gets viewed at all. Before completely entering, she turned and said, "If we're viewing, say the word. I'll be back then. Mean time I'm getting a drink."

Upon entering, the first she saw Kranak. She saw him in the hall, yet she stayed quiet for the briefing unless what she said could contribute. When she thought she caught his gaze, she smiled, waved slightly, and sat next to her old friend from before the dissapearance. When she sat down, she seemed even smaller compared to him at that point. Tahlah stuck her finger up to order a shot for herself. While that was being poured she turned to the giant, "Good to see you again. What've you been up to before the gang got together again?"

The shot then was finished part-way through the greeting. Tahlah quickly downed it when she noticed.