Destiny | Mandalorian Clans Dominion of Azure Hex

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

"How Do You Say "S'mores" in Mando'a?" | Post 1 of 30​

[member="Lok Munin"] | [member="Briika Tor"]​

THE PLANET
V E L M O R
TOL VERMOC MOUNTAINS

It was the timeless story of a boy and his droid.

Dry leaves crunched underneath where the blue-accented BB unit was rolling over the softly sloping hills and ravines which criss-crossed the tree-lined mountains rising out of the valley below. As the droid rolled alongside a fallen tree trunk, a small Mandalorian boy balanced precariously as he walked along the top of the rotting log as though it were a balance beam or tight rope. The child was wearing the uniform of a juvenile Clone Trooper from the days of the Old Republic. A dark navy poncho enshrouded his torso and frame, through the butt of the DC-17 hand blaster was still visible where it jutted out against the child's right side.

Bounding from off the top of the fallen tree, the youth landed with a thump as he hopped back to the forest floor. Thumbs hooked into the straps of the backpack he wore, the copper skinned boy turned his head and, for just a moment, paused to take in the world around him.

A mist lingered like a fine, ethereal fog amid the trees in the wake of a light rain that had passed through. The mountains were perilous in parts, the range generating its own weather patterns that could vary wildly from the landscape of the valley below. And, as he craned his head back, the boy was treated to the sight of a kaleidoscope of trees. Pines and firs forming a fine needlework against a buttermilk sky that was darkening with the approach of dusk.

Clone Troopers had been made to go out and save the galaxy.

One thing they'd never been taught or trained to do was to just stop and appreciate the galaxy they had been fighting for.

The BB unit bumped against the child's leg, a warbling chirp expressing a certain impatience to move along. They were straggling behind where they'd intended to make camp, but the young clone seemed neither pressed for time nor in a hurry to be anywhere. Without a word, he merely took a last, fleeting glimpse up into the trees and then fell into step behind the rolling droid as the pair made their way through the trees.

 

[Lina Djo]

Mia's beskad rested across her knees as they traversed the depths, she ran a whet stone across its edge, the low hiss it omitted providing a distraction from the pressure bearing down on them. The name Death Watch inspired a great deal of anger in the Katlayadr. The one she had known had laid waste to Keldabe City when she had been in the seat of Mand'alor. There had been many who took up the name since then, some as bad, some not so much. To Mia it didn't matter, anyone who wanted to take up the mantle deserved nothing but her wrath.

She looked up as [member="Davon Karr"] spoke, a tight smile forming beneath her lips. "So no fire then." She quipped, though there was little humour in her tone. She sheathed the beskad across her back, and proceeded to check her bolters. "They will know far more than Mand'alors wrath, brother." She spoke softly. A call from their pilot alerted them to their approach.

[member="Maanis Vizsla"]

 

[Lok Xiangu]

Location: Velmor
Post count: 1/25
People: [member="Briika Tor"], [member="3X744"]

Here he was, following the orders of his dad which were to not get into trouble and danger even after Lok had proved to his adopted father that he can go on the front lines and take a slug or two. While Vilaz did acknowledge that and promised Lok that he could join him in the next battle, the Alor of Clan Munin had two tasks for his son. One, was to be with a group of Cadets that still haven't passed their Verd'goten and be somewhat for a leader to them. And the second task would to gather some intel on what the group's supervisor liked from a man which was none other than Briika Tor. Of course, the Munin youngster teased at his dad for liking someone and not knowing how to reach the heart of a woman. Lok's teasing would come to a halt as Vilaz threatened him with promises of doing farm work and taking away his ship. Whenever Vilaz promised something, then it would come true as he was an honest man and always fulfilled his word.

Thankfully, he had a group of friends with him so that this camping trip wouldn't be too boring as it was. He had his Verpine rifle, and MT-14 pistol, a Mandalorian Steel hunting knife, and a whole bunch of spice in his utility belt. He was very addictive to it and he was thankful that his dad hadn't caught him with it. The first rules that Vilaz laid on Lok was to never consume spice and to never get drunk, otherwise the hammer would be put down and Lok would be disciplined severely.

At the camp site, he was setting up a tent that could fit in a maximum of four people. The others were doing the same thing before they could go off and do some hunting, gathering, and whatnot that they do at camps.

 

[Briika Munin]

Velmor; Tol Velmoc Mountains
Camping with Munin Clan cadets
[member="Lok Munin"] [member="3X744"]
Gear in bio
(1)
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Briika Tor stood upon a forested ridge on an outcropping of boulders and gazed down with keen azure-colored eyes upon the green valley floor below now that the misty fog of the day was beginning to lift; relishing the fresh mountain air as her silver-colored buy'ce was off so she could take a sip of water from a carried canteen. This particular range so reminded the baar'ur of the northern cascades on Mandalore near her birthplace of Enceri; from the snow-covered jagged peaks to the wildflower meadows and glacial lakes.

It truly was too bad [member="Vilaz Munin"] couldn't enjoy this with her, but such is the life of the bringer of akaan for the Mandalorian Clans. The rugged Concordian's son was accompanying her though and some of the other Munin Clan cadets… It would have to do for now as Bree was asked by the Alor to supervise his young ones little camping expedition of the Mid Rim planet.

After attaching the canteen back onto her utility belt, the golden blonde donned her helmet once again so she could finish making her reconnaissance of the area where the group would be camping; the campsite being set up as they speak. One thing that had both concerned yet more so excited the battle medic were bear markings… The thought of a new bear skin rug for in front of the fireplace piqued her curiosity and brought a wide grin to Bree's face.

 

[Davon Karr]

[member="Mia Monroe"] [member="Maanis Vizsla"]

Below the oceans of Cartoa

Davon chuckled quietly. "No, no fire. Not in a high oxygen environment where it'll burn up in a flash and suffocate the hostages. I brought ice."

He pulled a grenade with a thin cyan strip around middle from his belt and loaded it into the launcher of his rifle." Cryoban smart grenades and they made me tone down the power of my concussion rifle. Non lethal now."

Perhaps no fire was a blessing in disguise. She had been in a poor condition after summoning flames before. Of course he hadn't known who she was at the time, but that was a good thing. Better to respect someone for their actions than their name.

There was a dull thud. In the small submarine Davon crouched to reach the exit hatch. He dropped to one knee to shoulder his rifle as the door opened. He held quite still for a few seconds, eyes scanning the dark tunnel ahead.

"Clear. Go."

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Location: Azure
Post: 3/38
Allies: Mandalorian Clans
Enemies: N/A
Objective: Find Siri Tachi's body

Cathul sensed the presence of the light side six feet beneath a pavement tile. Ouch, that would mean using the Force to dig around here, she thought. It could be anything: the landing pad pavement is obscuring her from sensing with more precision what the pavement tile was. If it was a person's cadaver, it would probably be just bare bones by now, and some of the bones would be broken, and any casket would be rotten along with it. Oh, it would seem painful to dig through six feet of soil just to get to something light-sided! The Force may help with the pavement tile(s), but using Force-pull on soil (and sand for that matter) was an ineffectual way to effect digs. So she had to use her hands to effect a dig, for it could be a delicate item being found six feet under. What kind of karker would bury someone according to Dwartii tradition so far away from Dwartii? They buried not only people, but also junk items that were broken beyond repair, six feet under: to Dwartii, someone, or something, said to be buried six feet under means that this item or being is dead.

"What have we here?"

"Human, or Near-Human, bones, a skull"

"Whose skull is this?"

"I can't say precisely whose skull that is. Now just stow the skull somewhere safe. It's delicate"

 

[Preliat Mantis]

Nickel One
Roche
[member="Draco Vereen"] @Ra Viszla


Preliat's eyes scanned the area as Draco spoke. He turned his head back towards him, clenching his fists at his sides for a moment, before he stood solemnly still for a while.

"They will pay."

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

"How Do You Say "S'mores" in Mando'a?" | Post 2 of 30​

[member="Lok Munin"] | [member="Briika Tor"]​

THE PLANET
V E L M O R
TOL VERMOC MOUNTAINS

The child's boots landed in the puddle with a splash.

A giggle trickled up his throat, expressed through the smile that lit up his face. He never used to do these things. Even the concept of 'having fun' had been foreign to him. There wasn't any 'fun' built into the schedule at the cloning facility on Kamino. There were drills, and classes, and obstacle courses, and maneuvers... all of it designed to incorporate them as a unit to function on the battlefield. There hadn't been any competition, and it hadn't been a game.

The BB unit was rolling over the damp leaves, beeping and chirping as the pair arrived at where the others were setting up camp. It was just like a field exercise, only without the whole Clone Wars thing hanging over them. There were tents and fire pits and a kitchen area and a cleaning pit. It was all a very orchestrated affair.

Kneeling down by one of the fire pits, the small boy slung the backpack onto the ground in front of him and began unpacking a bundle of sticks, tinder, and other starter materials for the campfire. With all the damp foliage around them, he'd been sent to scout some good tinder. Once they go a fire going, a damp log would burn, just a little slower than normal. Which wasn't a bad thing in terms of keeping the fire going.

Doing field exercises on Kamino, if there was one thing that Three knew how to do, it was operate a camp in damp environments. As an Aerospace Assault Trooper, they'd often jump out into different terrains and environments, and then set up shelter or a camp in place or along designated waypoints. It was part of how the Clone Army trained.

As he looked up from the fire pit prep, he saw an older boy working at setting up a tent. "Hi," the young clone called out, in a friendly tone.

BB-4 even beeped his greetings as well.

 

[Ra Vizsla]

R O C H E

[member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Preliat Mantis"]

Posts: 3


Ra remained eerily silent as Draco spoke.

This is what Arasuum wanted. This was Arasuum's curse. This was the real war.

The Mand'alor knew that the Galactic Republic had always called to the Clans as an ally, had always depended on the Clans as a friend. In their entire history together, which spanned the majority of Ra's extensive lifespan, the Republic had honored and respected the Clans and their culture. But this... this was a tragedy. This was an atrocity. This was damnation, a fate worse than death. Their corruption was known, their inability to defend the Core - the most palatable selection of high population planets in the galaxy - was known. That was why Ra had ordered his Crusade. He knew the Galactic Republic of old was gone, the one he knew and looked to. But this... this spoke volumes of how they had become this way.

This was the line.

Ra understood the atrocities of war more than most, he had served decades in them. He knew that when the adrenaline was high, men were capable of committing terrible acts of violence. But this... what Draco was telling him, this was inhumane.

A slaughter.

"The person responsible for this, the Supreme Commander you speak of... does she have a name?"

Ra spoke to Draco.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Roche
[member="Ra Vizsla"] [member="Preliat Mantis"]
[Post 4]

"Hadrix." Draco said to Mand'alor.

"She is the antithesis of their morality, more involved with achieving victory than anything else. They grew desperate, a tyrant came to power, put a this woman in a position of authority, and the Republic's oligarchy never removed her." Draco remembered Roche well, he was there, this was a place where he could play the victim all he wanted, but in reality, Roche had been where he had fallen furthest. "She was temporarily ousted after Roche during the Obroa-Skai Accords, but, before you came to power they tried to sneak her back in."

Draco handed the Mand'alor a datapad showing the footage of the women, children, elderly suffocating in the hangar, what few warriors there were, many either rushed to one of the doors to attempt to force it open, or pulled off their own helmets to put it on a child. One woman used the Force to close a blast door into a cargo bay packed with people that had been opened by the Republic. She was a Jedi, wearing Mandalorian colors. [member="Aaralyn Rekali"], the Matyr of Roche, whose memory was long forgotten by the Republic.

"They supplied her private military with funding, equipment, weapons of war, and though she is not the public face, she was the one that brought the group into use. They had only been spotted in operations lead or orchestrated by her. They knew. They knew it wouldn't hold up against scrutiny. That is why so few voted on the bill."

"It is not all. Rarely do an entire people exhibit this level of foolishness and evil. It is but a few, but they will hide behind propoganda and bodies. They will hide and toast to their own brilliance while what good men in the Republic die. I'm aware, as should you be, that there will be innocents displaced, even killed in this crusade, on both sides. But, if we try, try to fight honorably, if we do our best to keep them out of the line of fire, we are doing the right thing. But, expect this New Republic to force them as shields to hold us at bay. If they know civilians are a weakness, they will exploit it." Draco half expected a child army after the fiasco on Illum. And he expected Republic forces to be issued human shields, at least the officers.

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Location: Azure
Post: 4/38
Allies: Mandalorian Clans, [member="Ayriss Kelish"]
Enemies: N/A
Objective: Find Siri Tachi's body

"I sense another Force-presence around here"

"Just keep digging and perhaps that Force-presence you're talking about will manifest itself"

"Roger, roger"

What would M-6PO possibly know about Force-presences? Cathul knew that her protocol droid wasn't Force-sensitive, and yet that Force-presence isn't in the direction of the skeleton Cathul is about to unearth. Poor Cathul: the skeleton alone is insufficient to identify the bones even as male or female, much less when it is broken; is there any remaining DNA in these bones? And the presence of another object, or person, in the Force in another direction is enough to render her uneasy. She had to concentrate on the dig so she couldn't have more information about said Force-presence than its general direction or the possible distance to her. But she did find collarbones, a ribcage, also belonging to a Human or Near-Human. And also a few fragments from a long-disintegrated Dwartii coffin. Upon seeing the remnants of that particular Dwartii coffin, the droid quickly comes to a quick realization, as that component was what made a Dwartii coffin, well, a Dwartii coffin. A bronzium cap panel.

"Bronzium cap panel? That's a... Dwartii coffin?"

"Thank the Force that this person didn't die on Jiroch-Reslia: the Tunroth tend to treat funeral rites as mass-produced goods"

 

[Long Gone]

[member="Rekali the Hutt"] | [member="Tiberius Spar"]

[Post One]

Mira waved a hand.

*He’ll be just fine and what weight he doesn’t pull, one of us will make up for it.* She patted Rekali on the back, clearly dismissing the joke as well as the ill attempted bait towards her cousin. She’d move out of the cockpit and no sooner than she did an explosion would rock the vessel, sending her clear into the side of the hull with a harsh crack.

*What the feth!?* She yelled out towards the cockpit.

No real point in running in there and getting a handle on the situation, it was clear by the sudden feeling of nausea that hit the pit of her stomach combined with the commotion – they were headed downwards.

It wasn’t the first crash Mira had been involved in and probably wouldn’t be the last. Hell, the first time she crashed was years ago and she met [member="Liam Quez"] – the memories from that relationship were quite interesting.

However, she doubted anyone she’d meet on this excursion would produce fond memories.

An impact was an impact, no matter what she did – they all hurt. She had braced herself as best she could, but her body still went flying all the same. Like a credit chit in a tin can, she ended up outside somehow in the end – laying in the cold snow. She faded in and out for a moment, groaning as she tried to assess the depth of her injuries.

*Minor…* She spat as she looked to the side. *Could be worse.* Worse as in the Mandalorian beside her who clearly wasn’t seated properly and was impaled by a rod. A hand came up to tap the comlink on her buy’ce, through the pain. *Therax, I’m outs-* She was cut off by the sound of other Mandalorians and the pull against her armor as she was dragged through the snow.

The sound of incoming speeders and shouting would consume the area – followed shortly by blaster fire. She hadn’t taken into accounted for any of this, not one bit.

 

[Ra Vizsla]

R O C H E

Draco Vereen Preliat Mantis

Posts: 4

[member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Preliat Mantis"]​

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"Interesting," Ra Vizsla said, offering very little to go on concerning his own thoughts about the tragic incident on Roche.​

His eyes wandered back down towards the burned handprint. A child's.

"Have this wreckage dismantled, this is no place for a grave." He looked around the room. "Restless ghosts, seeking to return home, disturb this place. We will bring them back to Mandalore for a proper burial and tribute. We will remember," he said, walking past Draco and placing his hand on his shoulder.

"We will remember them, and we will honor them. And I will put their souls to rest. Let us dwell no longer in this cursed chamber," Ra moved back towards their shuttle.

"Show me more."

More shuttles began landing. More men began crawling the remains. Whether it was seen as honoring the dead or a graphic display of disrespecting the site of a tragedy, Mand'alor had commanded this wreckage be taken back to Mandalore and formed into some sort of memorial. Obviously, Ra did hold some sentiment - what it was for, what it was meant for, he kept to himself.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Roche
[member="Ra Vizsla"] [member="Preliat Mantis"]
[Post 5]

Draco nodded and followed the Mandalore. There would be some resistance about demolishing the remembrance of those lost, but having a place to remember them and honor the fallen on Mandalore would appease many. Most would be pleased to know that the Mand'alor was taking the time to walk about Nickel One and see what happened and where.

The Mandalorians left the hangar and moved through the tunnels and corridors within the asteroid, moving through the corridors. There was only one other place worth mentioning on Nickel One, the command center. Where the orders had been given, but that wasn't where they were going. That had been destroyed and ruined, the control spread out like they had been in years past. Plus Tenloss was still running a lot with the Verpine Hive Queen.

"There will be things that cannot be avoid. I understand these people, because I was like them once, when I fought alongside the Sith in what feels like a lifetime ago. In time they will show their hand, and peel off their false faces. It is not a good thing. It is a necessary thing. But I must ask something that has weighed heavily on my mind, How will history remember us, Mand'alor?"

 

[Rekali the Hutt]

Location: Khorm
Post: 2/37
Allies: [member="Mira Rekali"] [member="Tiberius Spar"]

There was an old Hutt saying that Blood was thicker than slime. It meant to keep one's family, one's kajidic above their own personal business, but in a literal sense it wasn't far from the truth. Rekali the Hutt had a few punctures here and there from the crash, causing a slimey ooze to leak, but overall his armor had protected him from anything lethal. But feth did it hurt like hell to slither. One of the larger Mandalorians, a wookiee-sized feline, had made an escape out of the pod by literally crushing the edge of ship by his heel. Rekali took a look around and slapped a few of the other Mandalorians awake and got them moving out, but one was missing.

His own kin.

Terror broke into his mind for a moment before he slithered outside, spotting a banged up Mira. In the absence of the Rally Master the Togorian had taken charge, yelling for the others to run, and while Rekali the Hutt couldn't technically run he heeded the advice, putting on the fastest slither he could manage as speeders and soldiers came rushing to their position. They needed cover in the snow, and a moment to wrap their wounds perhaps, and they needed it before they were swarmed.

"Come on Mira!" He yelled in basic as he tailed behind, his Huttese accent pushing through. It was time to move.

 

[Lok Xiangu]

Location: Velmor
People: [member="Briika Tor"], [member="3X744"]
Post count: 2/25

A voice from the air, with a friendly tone, greeted him which caused the youngster to look away from his tent and put attention to the person who greeted him. His eyes were set on a young boy and his astromech droid which also greeted Lok. "Oh, hey there," the Mandalorian greeted back to the boy and his droid in a friendly tone. The boy was unfamiliar to the Munin boy, but he assumed he was part of his adopted father's clan as a Cadet or he just tagged along for the fun of the trip.

The Pirate Mandalorian extended his arm to the boy for him to grip on it.

"I'm Lok Munin, and you are?" the Mandalorian said to the boy, giving his name and asking for the kid's name.

 

[Tiberius Spar]

[member="Rekali the Hutt"] | [member="Mira Rekali"]

He grabbed a blaster from the debris, before slinging his right arm forwards in gesture pointing to a piece of the pod that had come off the side, during the crash. "Take cover behind that men." He would then look to the large armored Hutt, his eyes glancing past him to the girl, he seemed to care about dearly. "We will flank around them, quickly." In a demanding tone.

Before his large legs would begin to sprint through the snow, the cold seemingly taking an effect on him. Making his way behind the pod, down the hillside, blaster-fire would ring out. "Faster, before our brothers and sisters are slaughtered." They had to make it all around the hillside, to reach behind the oncoming attackers. This wasn't going to be easy. The Hutt was slowing them down, though the Togorian did not see the Hutt as a weakness. He knew that he give the small team an advantage, or else he wouldn't have been sent on this mission.

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Location: Azure
Post: 5/38
Allies: Mandalorian Clans, [member="Ayriss Kelish"]
Enemies: N/A
Objective: Find Siri Tachi's body

With M-6PO acting as the guardian of the components found, Cathul continued digging to find mostly more components of a disintegrated Dwartii coffin, the second bronzium cap panel (Dwartii caskets tended to have two bronzium cap panels with the inside lined with white linens but, in this instance, the linens just aren't there anymore) and what lies underneath the bronzium cap panel is what interests Cathul. She discovers... a lightsaber! Perhaps the lightsaber would provide clues as to who exactly was buried on Azure, and when. And all the pieces of the body she found alongside the puzzle she must now solve. The main component of that enigma would be the lightsaber. Oftentimes a lightsaber would be highly personalized and the owner could be identified with the lightsaber hilt itself, provided one knows about which color its blade was. Ugohr may have had Darth Jar Jar's lightsaber from a treasure hunt on Aquilaris but Cathul may find something much more desirable, much more valuable: a relic from the Clone Wars. Azure was left to rot and seen as a planet no faction would want throughout history.

"We now have a suspicious lightsaber on our hands"

"Just ignite it: we can't disassemble it to inspect its components here"

"Roger, roger" Cathul said, igniting the lightsaber she just found to reveal a purple blade.

 

[Briika Munin]

Velmor; Tol Velmoc Mountains
Camping with Munin Clan cadets
[member="Lok Munin"] [member="3X744"]
Gear in bio
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Briika continued to make her walkabout of the forested area angling back down from the mountain ridge towards the campsite near a lake that was being set up by the Munin cadets, or was supposed to be. She had left Vilaz's son in charge of that task. The blonde medic barely knew Lok, but was hoping to get to know the adopted boy better since things between his father and her were progressing along nicely, or so it seemed.

There were no more signs of a bear, which hopefully meant it stayed up north of the tree line though it wasn't wise to take that for granted either. Briika would have to keep a close eye out for it or any other creatures that may pose a risk to the young camping group.

Checking the snares she'd set earlier, they had produced enough meat for their mid-day meal. The cadets could provide the evening one. Strolling into camp with her catch, Briika spotted Lok near one of the fire pits taiking with a even younger boy; one she didn't know either. Strange to bring a BB droid with him into the woods, but perhaps it might come in handy.

She quietly set the bunch of rabbits down as the two chatted along with some picked berries, then slipped her buy'ce off, clipping the silver-colored helmet onto her utility belt that was slung low off Briika's shapely hips letting her long plaited golden locks to unravel upon her armored shoulder plates.

"Su'cuy, vode… How are things going? I have brought food."

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

"How Do You Say "S'mores" in Mando'a?" | Post 3 of 30​

[member="Lok Munin"] | [member="Briika Tor"]​

THE PLANET
V E L M O R
TOL VERMOC MOUNTAINS

So, the older kid was named Lok. Or, Munin.

The whole mutiple name thing could be confusing sometimes. Especially with Mandalorians. There were family names. House names. Clan names. It was remarkable that anyone could keep up with all that genealogy stuff.

In that sense, being a clone was much, much simpler.

Having been kneeling over the fire pit, or the construction-in-progress that might eventually be a fire pit, the small boy rose up on his knees as he spoke to the older boy. When Lok offered out his arm, the child came up so that he was standing on his feet as he reached out to offer a handshake. "I'm Three-Ex-Seven-Four-Four," the boy supplied, without missing a beat. See? Wasn't that a lot easier than the whole name thing? 3X was his Clone Trooper military occupational speciality (Aerospace Assault Trooper), and the rest was just the sequence in which he'd emerged from the cloning cylinders.

Basically, it was just MOS and birth order. "...but everyone just calls me Three."

Whistle bleep.

Withdrawing his arm, the child gestured to the blue-accented droid beside him. "And this is BeeBee-Four," the boy supplied, introducing the orb of durasteel rolling around the camp.

Bleep. Bloop.

"Su'cuy, vode…"

There was that funny language thing again. Craning his head back, the boy turned to see a lady with blonde hair and quickly realized that she was addressing the older Lok boy. Which was good. Maybe he understood that stuff.

Now, the part about food... that... that was the sort of language that the little Mandalorian clone understood quite well. And they would need fire for preparing the food, so the small clone knelt back down and resumed working on getting the fire pit ready.