Destiny | Mandalorian Clans Dominion of Azure Hex

[Cathul Thuku]

Location: Azure
Post: 20/38
Allies: Mandalorian Clans
Enemies: N/A
Objective: Rebuild the abandoned base

Cathul realized quickly enough that the softwater's needs for the settlement would require a desalinization plant, whose residue salt could also be sold (and exported off-world: seafood and sea salt were the main two things Azure could actually provide for, and provide for millions and millions of people). Azure's saline concentration around the base was roughly 1.7%, meaning that, if one assumes the average Azure resident consumes 300 liters of freshwater a day, you could get 5 kg of salt a day per resident. If you produced 150 tons of salt a day through that one source, at going rates of about 1,000 credits a ton, seafood, desalinization and mineral water could provide for a substantial portion of the planet's revenues. Three of which being things that are common across the galaxy all right but never asked for. Cathul would simply collect her due and begin drafting the planetary budget: property taxes, taxes on imports and exports, which are mostly levied on businesses rather than on individuals, but nothing exorbitant.

"By now, Cathul, you have your main exports set: seafood and marine sea salt. Everything else remains to be imported"

"Not in extravagant quantities, mind you. I do not expect Azure to hold more than a couple thousand, 30k at maximum"

"How will you pay for the master plan?"

"We shall issue bonds at 6% rate to cover the cost of rebuilding the planet's infrastructure. They will never have seen a planetary governor that actually cared for anything beyond the military"

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Location: Cartao
Allies: [member="Mira Rekali"], [member="Aton Rekali"], [member="Elijah Rekali"]
Enemies: comingsoon.gif
Post: 17

As the Akaan and the director began to converse to each other about the specific cloning this facility did and made sure they weren't attending to clients such as the Galactic Republic or the One Sith and making sure they weren't cloning vile creatures such as Sithspawns. He didn't want another scenario like at Rave's secret facility happen right here on Cartao. Despite what this Umbaran said, the Munin was going to make a good sweep of this facility and he wasn't going to miss a single spec of dust on it. Hell, he would even check the ceilings and the janitor's closet to make sure these cloners weren't hiding anything at all.

Just then, Mira acted very strange but also aggressive as she grabbed hold of a holopainting and threw it thus destroying it. Would Vilaz punish or discipline her of her actions? Nope, he wouldn't. If they had to chuck all the holopainting sod this facility to make sure nothing was being his from them, then they would gladly do so.

And speaking of hiding things, a safe was unveiled to them thanks to Mira's aggressiveness. Both Aton and Mira, blood related siblings and children to the late Aaralyn Rekali, demanded that this safe would be opened.

"Is this how you conduct diplomatic business, Mister Munin!? Why I ne-"

"Shut up and open it," the Alor said to the director very aggressive. This man said he had nothing to hide? If he did, then why was he reacting in a defensive manner? "Affer all, you are an honorable man that doesn't hide anything, right?"

The Umbaran was looking for words, but then bowed his head in defeat and moved towards the safe to open it and reveal what was inside its contents.

 

[Blackthorne]

[member="Ra Vizsla"] [member="Draco Vereen"]

Plated tail poised to continue knocking, Melfa blinked as the door opened with an armored man standing behind it staring. She narrowed her eyes, tongue flicking out for another whiff. No, definitely not the Mand'alor. She looked past Draco, over the man's shoulder to the brute standing behind him, dribble from his dinner upon his chin and chest, an obvious hunger for something glinting in his eyes.

"Hey, uh, we gatta go."

The Komodo smirked. There he was.

"Do you have a ship?"

Her smirk split, "Have ship," Melfa replied, "we go."

And without another word she turned and stalked back between the Brute Squad companions to lead the way, tail knocking over a potted plant in the process. Somewhere down the lane hunched and running hot in the evening sat a small freighter chugging away in wait.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Post still less than 38
[member="Ra Vizsla"] [member="Melfa Exmoore"]

"What the hell?" Draco said glancing over his shoulder and seeing the edges of the wreckage Ra had wrought upon the small house. "Oh, I, uh... Yeah. Lets go." Draco agreed, pulling out his wallet and dropping a handful of credit chips in a bowl by the door. A couple thousand ought to pay for the damages, and maybe some of the therapy that would likely be needed.

Draco closed the door behind him as the komodo lead he and the Mand'alor away from the homestead. His eyes squinted at the feminine dragon as he narrowed his eyes. He could do it, just jump on her back and yell 'he-yaw' and hope for the best. It would likely end in a fight, but, then again, after he won, the komodo would respect him. That's how that worked right?

He pushed the thoughts from his mind, for now, and focused on making a hasty retreat from what could very well be the Mand'alors crime scene given the ruckus he heard. "So, nice ship. But how does it handle landing?" He asked the draconian owner of the vessel. Given that they had very recently crashed on this planet, its safety features were currently high on his priorities list.

 

[Ra Vizsla]

K H O R M


Posts: 20

[member="Draco Vereen"] | [member="Caspian Rekali"] | [member="Ginnie Ordo"] | [member="Melfa Exmoore"]​

"Ahhhh she'll be okay," Ra thought, looking back over his shoulder.

The little girl was all tuckered out.

Still, Ra had tiptoed out of the house.

Ra looked at the ship, standing next to Draco and Melfa. He looked back at the house. Back at Draco. Back at Melfa.

Then back at the ship.

"What a piece of junk!" He exclaimed to Draco, gesturing with a massive hand. Ra looked at Melfa. "You came in that thing? You're braver than I thought."

Ra walked up as the loading ramp lowered for the ship and he began to board, beckoning the other two to hurry up. Flashes of the two pilots that had died/abandoned/given Draco the finger sprang to memory, and Ra thoroughly hoped Melfa didn't plan on doing the same to the trio. Also, Ra hoped Ginnie was okay. Forcer or not, no Mandalorian should die by food coma. And it was kinda messed up that they just trashed her place, ate her food, and skidaddled.

But still.

When you gotta go you gotta go.

 

[Lok Xiangu]

Location: Velmor
People: [member="Briika Tor"], [member="3X744"]
Post: 18

"Concussion...head hurts like heck heck," Lok said to Bree in their commlink as he was experiencing the symptoms of a concussion. His eyes were a bit blurry, his ears were a bit too sensitive to what he heard, and his brain was aching. He was prone to receiving concussions after spending years with the former gang he was affiliated with and during those times he'd get in unfair brawls, not by choice, which started how he was most likely to receive a concussion from a fall like this.

His hands grabbed his helmet and cast aside just so he could grab his head held on tight to it. Hearing Three and his droid didn't hurt his ears at all as they weren't yelling, but talking in a casual manner.

Wait. Did Three just said "bear"?

Suddenly a huge, thunderous roar erupted from a mighty near as it spotted Lok, Three, and Four. The roar of the bear hurt the Munin's sensitive ears and that meant his headache got worse and his vision. He moaned in pain and he could only think of how fethed Lok and Three are. He really regretted smoking some of that spice earlier, but that would probably not put an end to his addiction.

 

[Blackthorne]

"Like brick, easy fall - hard fly, but not easy stop, rehehehe..." Melfa's response to Draco's inquiry was about as blunt as the freighter itself. Snub-nosed and boxy, the thing didn't look like it had any ounce of grace or aerodynamics to its name. The irony of its actual name, translated from Mandal symbols painted and pock-marked on its side, literally to The Brick.

It wasn't Melfa's ship so she took no offense to the Manda'lor. She'd borrowed it from her current employer back on Mandalore, Adi'vak Ioren.

A bench row lined either side of the cargo freighter. It was a cold, hard, metal place to sit - no ounce of comfort to be found. Several supply crates sat lashed to the flooring by security straps. The faint outline of "MandoBurger" could be made out spray-painted on one of them.

"Melfa likes challenge," said the Komodi as she followed Ra up the ramp and moved past the monstrous man to take the pilot's seat. The two other unnamed Mandalorian men took their seats on the bench opposite of Ra and Draco, quickly finding metal oh-poodoo-bars to grasp.

The engines growled, the freighter lurched suddenly as it heaved its massive rear off the ground. Chugg-chugg-chugg-chugg...

[member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Ra Vizsla"]

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Post Less than 38
[member="Melfa Exmoore"] [member="Ra Vizsla"]

Draco looked over his shoulder back at the house/possible murder scene that was Ginnie Ordo's homestead and then at the Brick. "It'll work for me." Draco said, stepping up through the doors to the crew quarters. The bench was cold and hard, rather uncomfortable.

The engines groaned and gears ground against each other as the frieghter chugged its way off the ground. Draco closed his eyes and gripped the bench, his fingers digging deep furrows into the metal as he held onto it, using it for comfort as the group left the planet. As the shaking and rattling didn't stop, the warloard groaned as his stomach lurched in time with the engines.

"Ships like this is why I don't like flying."

He opened his eyes to glance at their pilot. "I hope you are up for the challenge. Of all the ways I want to die, none of them are in a fiery crash not getting to ride the Dragon."

 

[Briika Munin]

Velmor; Tol Velmoc Mountains
Camping with Munin Clan cadets (Okay now [member="Vilaz Munin"] is going to owe her big!)
[member="Lok Munin"] [member="3X744"]
Gear in bio
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Briika hadn't had to make book like this in a very long time through varied terrain and thick foliage, though lives depended on her, and not any ol' lives either. Lok was hurt, probable concussion, and Three just said a bear, maybe the bear she'd tracked earlier, was after them. The battle medic tried to say combat calm, but it was hard. This was the Akaan's kid and the young clone boy. She couldn't let anything happen to them.

The HUD in her buy'ce picked up the heat signatures even though the Tor couldn't see them through the dense forest. Briika also picked up the audio. The boys and the BB droid had been cornered. Not good!

As the golden blonde approached from the back, she screamed out at the bear and threw a good sized rock to get its attention. Readying her high powered rifle, the battle medic took aim and waited for the right time to make the kill shot. The bear did as expected and turned just so showing its front side of the shoulder to her. Squeezing the trigger in quick succession, two rounds were sent into the bear's front chest area where the lungs were. The bear kept coming forward towards her, but she stood her ground and put a third shot threw it's brain at rather close range. The massive animal was in the middle of a swipe with its claws, but they never reached as the bear collapsed in front of Briika in a dead heap at her boots.

The adrenaline was flowing wildly in her veins when that happened. It took a second or three of breathing before Briika shook off the shock, then went to Lok and Three. If she didn't go camping again for a long while, it would be just fine with her.

 

[Long Gone]

Location: Cartao
Allies: [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Aton Rekali"] | [member="Elijah Rekali"]
Enemies: None
Post count: 5

Mira stepped to the side as the Director approached and cautiously began to open the safe. Her patience began to wear thin as he appeared to take his time with the combination and just as Mira reached up to grab his shoulder – he opened it suddenly and stepped back.

Her hand fell down suddenly as she stared at the contents within. Holodiscs, a few flimsy sheets, stacks of credit chits and a wooden box stuffed in the back.

Mira looked back at Aton and then to the Director, scowling as she stepped up, reaching in to toss the holodiscs and flimsies behind her. She cared not for whatever they may contain, she didn’t even care for credits.

She felt the presence get stronger as the tips of her fingers touched the edges of the wooden box. Her scowl turned into a deep frown as she suddenly grabbed the box and pulled it free from its metal confinement.

She could feel the comforting aura of her mother within, but how?

Both hands held onto the box tightly, crimson orbs staring down at it as if it contained the most precious item in the world.

Without another word, she moved over to the desk of the Director and shoved several items aside, despite his objections and set the box down. She found herself trembling as she went to open it. Perhaps it was nervousness? Maybe even fear?

What could he have in his possession that would have such a strong aura of Aaralyn?

The sound of the wood groaning seemed to overcome every other noise in the room – everything from the stammering of the Director to her own breathing. The lid would thud softly against the desk and the contents would be exposed for the first time, in a long time, perhaps.

A sealed contained within held a vial of Aaralyn Rekali’s blood. The vial was full and had identifying marks as well as a serial number to match. In a smaller container was a sealed bag of hair, enough to be consider a small tuft. To top it off, a holodisc was seated gently beside the two items – containing Force knows what.

Mira was stunned stiff as she stared at them, her mind blank.

Where did they come from?

 

[Ra Vizsla]

K H O R M


Posts: 21

[member="Draco Vereen"] | [member="Caspian Rekali"] | [member="Ginnie Ordo"] | [member="Melfa Exmoore"]​

"Oh, this feels much safe than the last one."

Ra looked at Draco unenthusiastically.

His massive hands gripped the oh shart bars as Mand'alors face turned a little green. It wasn't because he was scared or usually got motion sickness - they had literally just ate. And Ra had ate a lot. And he couldn't really validate the healthiness of the food that they had consumed. Ra assumed it was good, but you never knew with Force-wielding crazy children. Did that mean she deserved to get a table flipped on her? Maybe, maybe not. Ra didnt' decide these things, though.

Fate did.

The Iron Wolf bellowed over the roaring engines, engines that sounded like they were going to fall apart. Engines that sounded like they had just been through a ringer, perhaps through one of the worst space battles of all time, only to be crushed and rebuilt with junk parts off of Jakku and then even further re-assembled. Engines that sounded like they wouldn't make it out of Khorm's atmosphere, but he had to believe. Ra always believed.

It was fate.


It was their destiny.


"Back to Keldabe Spaceport, Mandalore!"

His emerald eyes turned to Shukalar.

"We've got work to do."

 

[Asher]

Location: Cartao
Menions: [member="Vilaz Munin"], [member="Mira Rekali"] and [member="Elijah Rekali"]
Enemies: None.
Post count: Don’t matter no more.

She was as livid as a beast the way she tore one item after another from the safe. Yes, Aton felt it but he wouldn’t allow himself to let his temper get the better of him like that. Holodiscs flew and hit the ground, much like other pieces of flimsi did. They had a mission, and while that familial feeling hit him too, he refused to let it get to him. A sigh burst on through his nose as he let the strap around his rifle do its magic. He knelt down and picked up the items that she discarded, Vilaz had the situation under control. Any necessary rifle poking could be done by the Akaan rather than some low-tiered grunt. It sent more of a serious message.

One after another he discarded the discs on top of a nearby desk before turning to his sister. One step in her direction and she was off. Her arm swept along the very same desk that Aton had placed the discs on and once again an irritated groan burst on through his nostrils. He stepped on over towards his sister to check what the hell she was up to, and not until then did it really strike him why she was acting the way she was.

“Blood, hair, a very strong sensation of bad mojo,” Aton swallowed air and turned back towards the director. “You have a lot of explaining to do.”

Hand grasped at his rifle again. “And I’d make it fast, if I was you.”

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Location: Cartao
Allies: [member="Mira Rekali"], [member="Aton Rekali"], [member="Elijah Rekali"]
Enemies: they'recoming.avi

Perhaps he should do something in regards of Mira's behavior and actions, but he wouldn't step in and stop her from what she was doing. It's not like she injuring someone or physically threatening someone's dear life. All she was doing was vandalizing and damaging property that belonged to the director and the company. Property that could potentially hold dark secrets that was only known to the Umbaran and his staff. Besides they were to inspect this facility and they were just doing that as Mira was inspecting the contents of the safe.

Holodiscs, credit chips, and all kinds of stuff were being thrown in different directions by Mira. Meanwhile, Aton, perhaps the calmer one out of the Rekali siblings, was only picking up the mess that his sister was making. Well, at least picking up the holodiscs. The chips and credits were being picked up by some of the Munin clansmens which the Munin didn't mind at all. The Akaan knew when to step in and when to just leave things be.

Suddenly, a wooden box caught the attention of the Cuir Rekr and the others that weren't scrambling for credits. He didn't get a chance to inspect it, but it seemed that both the Rekalis took it very personal and knew that samples of blood and hair were within the box. Before the Umbaran could open his mouth, Vilaz cut him off and asked both Aton and Mira a simple question.

"Aton, Mira, who's blood and hair does that belong to?"