Faction Don't Fall Off (Invitation to Mando Empire people)

[Jerec Asyr]

By long and low-profile arrangement, a crew of Ithorians dwelt in a once-devastated crag on Mandalore. Their interest had been to rewild the area using, primarily, the dung of mythosaurs. A few years back, mythosaurs had been returned to Mandalore in a series of spectacular events and in small numbers. Now the Ithorian mountaintop stronghold, with its terraced gardens and egg hatcheries, was surrounded by restored native ecosystem for miles.

A special event was planned in recognition of the Mandalorian Empire's redeclaration. The Ithorians had kept their heads down during the last regime for various reasons, focusing on ecological renewal. But thanks to careful husbandry by Ithorians and Mandalorian specialists, mythosaur numbers were slowly rising in this quiet region. This exercise would contribute to the local ecology. The moment was ripe.

On the slopes beneath the stronghold, above canyon trails baited with traditional scent markers, Ithorians and Mandalorians were gathering. The canyons rumbled with the approach of mythosaurs - some juveniles, and a few old adults transplanted years back from their last secret habitat.

Here came the first of them. Jerec Asyr, Ithorian patron of this operation, put his back to the titanic vista and addressed those gathered — loudly.

"To ride a mythosaur, drop off this precipice and latch on with the traditional riding claws provided. If you need to use jetpacks to slow your fall, keep it minimal. Some of these mythosaurs have carried riders before, but these are in no way tame animals." He gestured through the crags to open ground. "From here they'll burst out into the plains that were a wasteland only a few years ago."

The ground shook. Jerec had to shout to be heard.

"They're hurrying. They'll start passing under us any second. No more than one or two to a mythosaur and stay away from the teeth. Go! Go!"


Aether Verd and friends

 

[Aether Verd]

MANDALORE
"YEEEEEEEHAW!"​

Despite the weight of the title on his shoulders, Aether Verd was grinning beneath the helm.

He stood tall, arms crossed, helmeted gaze fixed on the rumbling canyons below—but truth be told, he felt like a foundling again. That same wide-eyed, pulse-racing thrill he'd known the first time he’d seen a mythosaur skull etched into a warrior’s armor. Who hadn’t grown up hearing stories of them? Not just beasts—but symbols. Living proof that Mandalorians were born to ride the impossible.

And now they lived again.

And he could ride one?

Aether didn’t hesitate. The moment Jerec gave the order, the Mand’alor was already moving. He broke into a run, sprinting toward the edge as one of the massive creatures passed below. He timed it perfectly—dropped from the precipice like a missile, only flaring his jetpack in the last seconds to keep from shattering bones. The moment stretched.

Then—impact.

His gauntlets found the ridge of the beast’s armored back, claws latching with a satisfying clack. The mythosaur bellowed, great muscles shifting beneath him as it tore across the newly-reborn plains. Aether leaned into the movement, heart thundering in his chest.

For the first time in a long time—

He wasn’t leading a battle.

He wasn’t giving a speech.

He wasn’t calculating a threat.

He was having fun. The kind that lived in your blood. The kind you remembered.

This was the time of his life.

Jerec Asyr + Open

 

[Kirae Orade]

Tags: Aether Verd Jerec Asyr & others!

Mythosaurs. To most, a living symbol of the Mandalorians and their will. Their strength. A once extinct species brought back to life. Back to the world of the living for the Galaxy to admire. Yet for Kirae, they were just creatures. Admirable creatures but they had never been a focus of hers. They were a part of history. Kirae never dealt well with history. History was important, yes but Kirae left it to others to pay attention to it. Maybe there would come a day where she'd put her head down and learn more about the history of her people...but that was not today.

Today was time for new experiences. Once in a life time experiences. She crouched down against the ground, gently brushing her hand along the dirt. An internal debate brewing within her head as she tried to decide what her feelings towards the Mythosaurs truly should be. The ground beneath them was of Mandalore. Her home. Kirae wanted to defend her home and everything that lived within in. That should mean the Mythosaurs. There was a part of the culture. She did not fully understand their purpose. Why her people worshipped them so much. Even if she couldn't understand that, it was still the truth. It was reality.

Then came the rumbling. The ground shaking beneath their feet as Kirae scrambled up to her feet and broke off into a sprint. It was strange for Kirae, to run so unburdened. She had left her Shield behind, back at her home. Whilst it's absence was sorely felt, it meant Kirae could run free. With both arms pumping through the air before she took a literal leap of faith. There were few things Kirae was afraid of. Letting down her people. Disgracing her clan. Losing her shield. Yet the one thing she'd never admit to be afraid of...was falling. Not heights, no. She was fine with heights. It was ridiculous. Kirae knew so many Mandalorians that loved the thrill of cascading from the skies, hurtling down from above...but for Kirae? She could never wait to be on solid ground.

With a small spurt of jetpack, Kirae slowed her descent to a speed that she was able to somewhat safely land upon a Mythosaur...before she scrambled with her gauntlets to hold herself in pace. Her heart racing beneath her chest as she held herself close to the creature, clenching her eyes shut beneath her helmet as she tried to steady herself. With a single thought echoing through her head

When is this meant to get fun?!
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[Lliara Daeva]

A lone Mirialan dressed in an ancient Imperial uniform stood on the same precipice as the Ithorians and Mandalorians. Unlike the natives of the planet celebrating their renewal, however, her golden eyes were on the datapad held in her left hand. Despite what people thought of the long, flat necked creatures the Ithorians were exceptionally smart, especially in ecological restoration efforts. They'd supplied an overwhelming amount of work in reconstructing the habitat for the creatures they wanted to return back to Mandalore.

In this case, the flora hadn't been so much interest as the fauna. The Ithorians had a reserve where Mythosaurs had been kept, which they used for today's purpose. Laudable. Fortuitous as well -- for her. Perhaps not today, but genetic samples could prove quite useful. Lliara was a woman of many medical talents and experiments. Even if the samples did not yield beneficial results in her pursuits, they might be a useful bargaining chip years or generations from now should the Mythosaurs be hunted to extinction. Collecting genetic samples in her database was a hobby, if nothing else.

When the Mand'alor himself hopped over the edge, Lliara spared him a glance before she returned to her work. Long as the man hadn't fallen to his death, the rest of the day would proceed smoothly.

Others no doubt would follow, which wouldn't perturb the Mirialan at all. She was just happy to have this opportunity. If nothing else it might give her a way to introduce herself to this new Empire. Mandalorians weren't known for a great deal out of warfare, which meant there should be opportunities to take advantage of. Long as she could convince them her skills would be of service to their agenda. Perhaps she could find a way to bolster or protect the metal they held to such high-esteem (with good reason). Biology wasn't the only science Lliara happened to excel at. Something to consider.

She drifted over to where Jerec Asyr stood and spared a look at the Ithorian. He must have been quite proud of his achievement.

OPEN​

 

[Jerec Asyr]

She drifted over to where Jerec Asyr Jerec Asyr stood and spared a look at the Ithorian. He must have been quite proud of his achievement.

The Mandalorians appeared to have figured out how to jump off a cliff unsupervised, so Jerec let his attention migrate to the approaching humanoid in non-Mandalorian uniform, staring at her datapad. Falleen, maybe? Mirialan? She looked a bit like Jerec's first ex-wife, minus the lekku.

She was also probably the only person in ten miles whose presence the Ithorians couldn't account for.

"Can I help you with something?" Jerec shouted at short range over the roars of the excited mythosaurs stampeding underneath them.

 

[Jerec Asyr]

Part of the draw for the mythosaurs and, likely, their riders was going to be the thrill of combat.

Today Jerec had pulled out all the stops and rented a gigantic hovering solid-state hologram projector.

As each mythosaur and its rider or riders burst out onto the open plains, they found themselves confronted by a life-size tangible projection of a vanishingly rare, unspeakably nasty creature as tall and massive as the largest mythosaurs themselves. A living superweapon.

A leviathan of Corbos!

Aether Verd Kirae Orade

 

[Domina Prime]

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"I Solemnly Swear That I Am Up To No Good~"

Aether Verd | Jerec Asyr | Lliara Daeva | Kirae Orade​

The wind howled across the scorched stone canyons of Mandalore, sweeping up dust and ash in swirling torrents that whispered of ancient wars and buried gods. Once a world of fire and steel, now reborn in fractured purpose. But for some—those who still clung to the primal truths, to the sacred hunger of the old gods—this land remained hallowed.

Domina Prime stood atop a jagged outcropping, cloaked in shadow and sand, her great four-armed form unmoved by the whipping gusts that scoured the landscape below. Her piercing five eyes scanned the horizon, where mythosuars—real, living mythosuars—stampeded across the plains, massive and magnificent. Each thunderous step stirred the dirt of history. Jetpack trails streaked through the air, Mandalorians young and old roaring in defiance and glee as they hurled themselves onto the backs of the beasts in ritualistic tribute to those who came before.

Once, Domina might have joined them—perhaps even led them. But things were different now.

The culture she had once revered—harsh, bloody, beautiful—had splintered. Factions rose and fell like star systems in chaos. Some preached unity, declaring the rise of a new Mandalorian Empire. It was this declaration that had summoned her across the stars like a whispered prophecy. And yet, as her ship tore through the void toward her ancestral world, all she could feel was the weight of distance. A creeping estrangement.

Her appearance—xeno, monstrous, alien even to her kin—had always inspired awe… or suspicion. Madness clung to her like a second skin, and her zeal for Ha'rangir often left little room for the gentler customs of her peers. She was a creature of myth and war, and war had become something... softer. Polished. Political.

Oh how it bored the mad witch.

Today, the air was thick with the scent of fire and beast. Today, her brothers and sisters flew through the sky without hesitation or debate. Today, even Domina could feel as if she belonged.

She looked down at the axe in her clawed grip—a hulking weapon forged from the bone of a long-dead mythosaur, etched with runes of fire and strife. The soul within it stirred.

Furyia Prime~

Her sister-in-arms.
Her curse.
Her companion.

"Oh, sweet sister mine," the spirit cooed from within the blade, her voice a song of sorrow and delight. "What a joyous day. I never had the chance to see them when I was alive. In those days, they were still just… myth."

Domina's face split into a grin, serrated teeth curling in a chittering purr of amusement. Her long, whip-like tail flicked and rattled behind her, echoing the pulse of war drums that thundered somewhere in her soul.

"It's just like the fairy tales and fables," she murmured, her voice softer now—more fragile. "When I was just a foundling… I dreamed of this."

For a moment, the axe was silent. Domina could feel the yearning inside its core, the soul of Furyia aching to be among the living, to run beside the children of Mandalore once more. To ride. To war.

Domina's claws tightened around the haft. She would not let her sister go unsatisfied.

Holstering the axe across her back with reverence, she lifted her hand to her lips and gave a shrill whistle between her talons. A few heartbeats later, the canyon behind her trembled with the heavy snorts of something ancient.

From the shadows emerged her Dovahdrake, its scaled hide glinting with red ash and black armor plating. A beast of another age—part mythosaur, part wyrm, entirely hers. It snorted and blinked its molten gold eyes at her with knowing affection. Dima skipped toward it with unnatural grace, her claws caressing its chin scales, earning a deep rumble from the creature's throat.

"Upup! We must celebrate Zuzu!" she chirped. Her glee was childlike—but beneath it burned the storm of something greater. "No one flies like Prime! Let's show em how we ride~" She barked with a flick of her sharp talons As she climbed onto the Dovahdrake's back, her eyes found the riders once more, the children of the creed dancing across sky and beast. She could feel the Axe humming now, vibrating in anticipation. And deep within it, Furyia's voice whispered once more:

"Sweetest sister, there is no one like us."

With a guttural roar, the drake launched from the canyon edge, wings flaring wide as it surged into the skies over Mandalore. Dimas laughter rang out across the winds, wild and feral, as the earth trembled beneath mythosaur feet—and above, she descended upon the stampeding herd as the massive shadow cast by her warmount loomed in the skies above. The flying beast lowering itself just enough as Dima suddenly threw her legs over the saddle and leapt off the beast and down towards the creatures below with her lack of a jetpack.

"WOO-HOO! Fuckin METAL!" She barked in deranged delight as those razor claws suddenly latched onto the hearty scales of a Mythosaur. Catching herself and latching her four arms down to secure herself before using her upper pair of arms to reach up and pull the axe from her back. Holding it into the air as if to let the ghost within it feel some semblance of freedom. "THIS IS THE GREATEST DAY OF MY LIFE!" She cackled and whooped, feeling like a little kid again living a fable like in her story books from childhood.

 

[Lliara Daeva]

Lliara looked over the Ithorian with a smile that never quite reached her golden eyes. "DATA." She waved the datapad in her left hand. "FOR THE FUTURE." He wasn't going to claim intellectual property, was he? They were wild beasts. Hardly the sort of thing you'd manage to keep out of her clutches. Easier if they just provided a sample...

Her head turned aside as a Dovahdrake lurched onto the scene with a... Lliara squinted. What was that creature? Four limbs, a tail, and a mouth that would likely tear the throat out of almost anything. To say nothing of how tall the thing was. Vaguely feminine in shape. Now there was a sample worth collecting! Both of them. ...and it was taking off into the sky.

"WHO IS THAT?" Lliara asked the Ithorian that seemed to know she wasn't exactly standard-issue Mandalorian; perhaps he'd know their name at least.

Jerec Asyr | Domina Prime
Aether Verd | Kirae Orade | Open​

 

[Jerec Asyr]

Lliara Daeva

When spoken by someone in an Imperial-esque uniform, 'data for the future' could encompass an awful lot, some of which would undermine this installation's competitive advantage as pretty much the only people anywhere in the mythosaur game. Jerec opted not to punt her off the ledge on the grounds that she might have friends.

"SOME KIND OF DRAGON, I HEAR," he yelled back at close range over the outright stampeding of mythosaurs. "OH YOU MEAN THE RIDER. SOME KIND OF WITCH, I HEAR."

He watched Domina Prime 's dragon with some nervousness. Up here on the precipice he was safe from mythosaurs, but wings changed things greatly.

 

[Farris Kettefre]

It had barely been a week since meeting the Mandalorians on Concordia. Farris had kept mostly to herself, squirreling away pieces of information on the culture she was now up to her neck in.

Unfamiliar oceans, indeed. Upheaval, uncertainty…unorthodox. But for the moment, Mandalore was home.

As it was home for the Protectors who were throwing themselves over the cliffs now.

They did so with weightless abandon, siblinghood forged in the fires of building their own stories. She envied them, privately, as she folded her hands behind her back and watched.

From a distance, three meters to her left, she spied Aether Verd leap from the crags and tumble away, until the flash of his jetpack brought him down to a mythosaur.

Then he was gone, carried upstream in the dust bowl of stampeding gray and brown bodies.

Creatures long extinct…brought back from the dead…

She shook her head in wonder.

“Come on, Farris!” a woman called before she threw herself over the edge.

Someone she did not know, but someone who called her as if she were family.

Farris hesitated for a moment more, and with a sigh she pulled on the Force to throw herself from the cliffside, her belly arching inward and her arms spreading out like wings as her hair spun in a wild tangle in the wind.

And then she was plunging down, down, far down, dust stinging her eyes as the ground came rushing up to meet her.

The Force pinpointed which beasts to seek out, suggestions of where to place her fingernails.

The first guess was incorrect.

“Uuugh!” Farris grunted as her palms slapped off the backside of the first mythosaur she had chosen.

She flopped precariously high into the air again, her abdomen stinging from the blow she had just received, her legs scrambling to steady her fall.

Then she landed on the next one, and used her arms to hold herself upright, her boots spread out over the creature’s massive back.

I’m on, she thought to herself.

Then she reached down onto the mythosaur’s ancient mind with the Force, telling it how powerful it was, and how powerful they could be…together…

The beast slowed a little, just a bit, and allowed her to hunker down and perch more comfortably upon him, until her legs were tightly squeezing his flanks.

“Now - let’s go!” she urged him with a whisper in his great ear.

And on they thundered, a pair among the stampede, as she felt his breath and he felt hers.

And for once, Farris smiled.




OUTFIT: Jedi Armor | TAGS:OPEN | EQUIPMENT: Saberstaff

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[Jaikell Wyrvhor]

"A Mythosaur in the flesh" he says surprised, and not just one, but many together,
He had always grew up on stories of them, of their strength and towering size,

He used to dream of riding one, like the stories of old, never imagining he ever actually would, So when he heard of this amazing opportunity,
He knew it would never come again.
This is his home. With the Rise of the Mandalorian Empire and the Mythosaur being back? he knew this to be a Sign of Good times,

Strong Times to come.

So he got down and gabbed a handful of dirt in his hand, planning to remember this moment for the rest of his life...

And then the ground began to shake
"Go Go Go" Jerec Asyr says


So he went. He dove off that cliff like legions of enemies were behind him, turning on his jetpack just before landing, He latched on with the claws with great accuracy, filled with excitement and fear.
His yells of excitement barely being heard over the stomps of the Mythosaur's around him,

This was it. His Dreams came true..

He was riding a Mythosaur.