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Fortunate Son

Planet: Ryloth
Location: Somewhere in the boonies

War was an ever-looming threat in the galaxy, that was why adherence to the Resol'nare was so important. Many thought that the Mandalorian way of life meant you should revel in war and many did but that was not what the six-action were truly about. Not to Alden's mind at any rate.

Education ensure your children learn the actions, that was the first rule. Armor, wear it with pride ensure it is well maintained the second action. Defend yourself and your family, ensure you have the strength to do the third. Defend the clan for they are your extended family, the fourth action. Know Mando'a, for the language is core to what it means to be Mandalorian the fifth. Finally, the sixth action, be devoted to leader and country.

Yes, there was a focus on strength in the six actions, but it was having the strength to defend yourself, your family, and your clan. Not the strength to go out and conquer. Yet the Resol'nare also called for obedience to the Mand'alor and often the strongest of them desired conquest. The six actions did not endorse war but neither did they condemn it, rather they encouraged each Mandalorian to be ready for it. At least, that is how Alden saw things though his vision wasn't clear, then again how could it be?

When your choice in leadership was either a woman who had turned nuclear fire against her own kind or a man who wanted to exile a section of the population you fell into, how were you supposed to obey action six? A woman who in his estimation defiled actions three and four with every breath. Or a man who would exile you if you did not agree to be "cured" as though being sensitive to The Force was some affliction?

Perhaps it would have been in line with action six to allow Ra Vizsla's Death Watch to strip him of The Force. But actions three and four insisted one be prepared to defend themselves, their families, and the clan as best they could. While the Ysalamir were an effective tool Alden did not believe they alone would save Mandalorians from Force users. There were too many ways The Force could find ways to circumnavigate the suppression field. He believed that without The Force he would not be able to defend the clan to the best of his abilities, indeed, he believed that without Force users Mandalore was made vulnerable. Sometimes you simply had to fight fire with fire.

He and a few other Force-sensitives that had been in the Death Watch's territory at the start of the war had been given the ultimatum. To go into Exile or be stripped of The Force, when those few brave souls took neither option they'd been imprisoned. They hadn't known if they would be executed or forcibly stripped of The Force when the war ended, they hadn't found out. Daxton Bane and a few others from the Confederacy of Independent Systems had come offering freedom and they had taken it.

They'd gone with those men into CIS territory, where else would they have gone? Once there they'd met briefly with Darth Metus, Alden had become something of a spokesperson for the small group and he'd begged sanctuary for them. Metus had granted them some land on Ryloth with suggestion that they might be given a planet at a later date.

Days later they'd claimed a new title for themselves, it gave a sense of community a belief they could create a new clan and follow the Resol'nar in peace. Or as close to peace as Mandalorians can come. They'd been given a large complex in the wilderness that had once been a resort. They'd worked hard to fortify it and a few nights ago Alden had sent out a message, throwing it like a bottle into the ocean. A message to his fellow Mandalorians who had been "cursed" with The Force that there was an option for them beyond a defiler and the one who didn't want them. There was the potential for peace, there was House Naak.
 
He stood on the windswept desert and watched the morning sun cross the horizon. The wastelands were seemingly swept clean of life and technology. A void. And yet if you looked hard enough life could be found. The man didn't care to look this day, choosing to rather enjoy the ambiance of silence that spoke to him. A place of simplistic design. A pure existence that catered to neither those of peaceful or malicious leaning. It was mere nature.

Dropping to a knee he breathed in slowly, letting the still cool air fill his lungs. War touched everything. Brushed everything. Left it's mark on everything. Rising from the dune he moved to the swoop bike and there a leg over as he checked the message that had rippled across space. A new Mandalorian clan seeking to separate from the civil war. He understood the sentiments.

Starting the bike he double checked the coordinates as he slipped his buy'ce on. A link transitioned the location that flashed on his HUD. A final look over to the small pyre that smoldered on the crest of the dune made the man set his jaw before moving away slowly.

The symbolic funeral pyre for the man who Muad didn't really know, a man who joined him on a mission to free vode, cast it's final ashes to the wind. A single word of rememberance drifted with the ashes as Muad rode away.

"Kentarch."

Flying across the land he homed in on the location, and as the landscape passed by the glowing eyes his mind flashed back to the night of the joining, the night the Mandragora became more then an idea within a single planet but a reality that spanned Confederacy space and beyond. Life had grown more complicated for the mad man of late.

Several hours later he found himself approaching a fortified building that, according to the transmission, was the location of this newly established Clan, House Naak. Coming to a stop he turned off the bike and slowly rose from his seat.

[member="Alden Kyr’Nau"]
 
After serving for Death Watch in the Civil War, Rena had an extreme crisis of confidence. Aside from licking her wounds, once she returned home to Enceri, she fell into a bit of a funk. And much of it culminated in missing her Naranx who’d also perished in a similar type conflict between Mandalorians. One night after drinking too much tihaar, Rena looked at herself in the mirror, sun-weathered and aging, thirty-five but feeling fifty-five. And with no children and no steady lover her time for motherhood was starting to run out.

All of this scared her - war, her drinking, motherhood even and the thought of never finding someone to replace her dear husband. And then even if she bore children, what kind of Mandalore was she bringing them into where the Resol'nare was becoming more restrictive each day. How did she become such a zealot? Rena did not blame the Namadi clans, but she knew if she turned her back on them, she’d likely be exiled and branded an enemy.

She quietly fled to the Southern Systems, keeping her plans under wraps from her vod just in case she chickened out.

Ryloth, the world of Twi’leks and ryll, an unlikely place for a revolution but one was brewing nonetheless. She could not sense them but perhaps they could sense her?

Rena did not use the Force, but she could no longer support the Death Watch with its rigid standards. Other Mandalorian lives were at stake. What if her eventual child was born with its gift?

The brunette walked in to the fortified building, removed her helmet and said, paraphrasing a popular Mandalorian proverb “I’m Rena from Clan Namadi, and I am only as strong as the warrior standing next to me. I’m here to stand with you.”

[member="Alden Kyr’Nau"] [member="Muad Dib"]
 
While they were small in number House Naak had set a watch. The obvious watch were the two men in Beskar'gam standing outside of the gate to the resort. Less obvious was the man on the second floor back from the window with a Verpine shatter rifle playing overwatch. They'd done it the smart way, leaving the window unbroken and having him a few feet back. In this way, it didn't draw attention to that specific window and it wouldn't draw attention until the first round broke through the glass to pierce whoever was attacking. It wasn't an impregnable defence, however, with the mountain at their backs and considering the limited number of troops House Naak had it was the best they could do.

Both Muad and Rena would be briefly stopped at the gates but neither had been stopped overlong. Inside the walls is a hotbed of activity. Mandalorians of all ages working together to set up various temporary shelters, hand out supplies, and further reinforce the small resort. This wasn't a permanent home and most of what they were doing was meaningless busy work. However, that was the best kind of work to keep them from dwelling on what was lost.

Since Rena openly declared herself she garnered some attention. Many of those gathered stiffen slightly, clearly, some of them had heard of Clan Namadi. They were well known to be supporters of the Death Watch and the rising tension among them might have been fear. It also might have been anger. Before anything can happen a man emerges from the doors of the resort. At first he doesn't seem too impressive, however, the way those gathered suddenly shift attention to him indicates that he has the respect of those gathered. He approaches Rena with no visible signs of tension or worry, in fact, he has a small grin on his features.

"Greetings Rena, I am Alden Kyr'Nau of House Naak. If you would stand with us we would be honoured to stand with you and may we both be stronger for it."

Then he extends his hand in friendship to the woman. Once she shakes his attention would turn to Muad who may have approached but had yet to have the opportunity to announce himself. "What about you vod? Why have you come?"

[member="Muad Dib"] | [member="Rena Namadi"]
 
When he moved away from the bike his eyes took in the woman who had also just arrived. From the way she walked, eyes looking around at the building, he realized that she too had followed the market that was broadcast. Once inside he looked at the bustling activity with a bit of amusement. Armored clad figures of varying sizes and ages moved with purpose. A small smile crossed his face.

Yet the smile was swept away as the woman made her announcing statement. The clans of the mando'ade were as many as nerf steaks eaten on a military leave. Too many to number. Yet he had recently heard of the Namadai Clan. They had aided the Death Watch from the first battle of the civil war. A hidden sneer crossed his face as his right hand wanted to drift to the revolver strapped to his right thigh. But he didn't know if this Rena had fought in the battles or assisted in the round up of force sensitive vode who refused to be exiled. So he resisted the urge to act.

It wasn't difficult to see the response that the others had to the woman. Fear, anger, hatred rolled through the force as it became apparent that he wasn't the only one who knew of the woman's alignment. Yet this Alden who commanded the room his presence welcomed her with a grin, a handshake, and a comment about standing together. The Alden turned his attention the other Mando in the room.

Reaching up he removed his buy'ce and hung it from the netting at his belt before glowing blue eyes met grey. The two men shared similar builds, strong and lean. Glancing once more at Rena he turned back to Alden.

"I've received your transmission and came out of curiosity to see and take the measure of those mando'ade who wish to stand separate of the War of Mand'alors yet still stand with vode."

He didn't introduce himself not his affiliations, yet he knew that he wasn't completely unknown to the Galaxy. His curiosity to the man and his clan that had been granted sanctuary by Isley stirred an intriguement which he wished to know more of. He certainly was no ally to Mia and definitely not a follower of Ra. Yet he was loathe to throw his name with others as his position as Alor of Clan Farr and Shaman of the Doashim meant that it wouldn't just be him, as a single mando'ad, who would join his cause to the House Naak.

[member="Alden Kyr’Nau"] [member="Rena Namadi"]
 
Rena was a simple woman and Mandalorians had a simple culture with only a few mandates - unite the clans, fight with honor and follow the Six Actions.

Maybe she should have been more wary entering this unknown space and yes she felt a distinct chill in the air as she passed through the room, a prickle of wariness reading the faces and body language around her. Especially from the blonde man who stood close to what appeared to be the leader of this operation. He even went so far to hover his hand over his revolver, which almost made Rena do the same.

But some of those worries were eased by the approach of the man named Alden. Not all.

“Death Watch has so much power now over Mandalore. Mia’s side is also strong. While I come with courage in my heart, I do have doubts.”

She glanced over at Muad again, feeling the coldness and suspicion. Is this what they’d all become? Paranoid clans so fearful of being persecuted that they were ultimately and utterly divided?

Yes, her heart was open, but she needed those convincing words to further open her mind.

[member="Alden Kyr’Nau"] [member="Muad Dib"]
 
The young man looks between the two older Mandalorians. Two jaded people wondering if House Naak could offer them something better than what options they had. It was a heavy burden for his small group to bear. A heavy burden for him to bear as the nominal Alor of House Naak. He'd not asked for his position it had been thrust upon him by virtue of him being the most decisive during times of crisis. Being able to act when things were panicked and being willing to motivate others to do so didn't exactly qualify him to lead during times of peace. Yet he had to learn how to do so and that was what he was doing.

"I understand your reservations." He says simply, honestly, without guile or platitudes in his voice. "I cannot claim that we have the strength to defeat Ra or Mia, that is simply not true. I cannot guarantee that your life would be easier if you join our House, for I do not know the future." He lets those words sink in and then he shrugs. "The only thing I can promise you is that every Mandalorian here follows the Resol'nare, not just the letter but the spirit of it. I can also promise that every single one will lay down their lives fighting alongside you should violence ever come to this house!" He raises his voice slightly on the last sentence and the rest of the gather Mandalorians gathered roar their approval.

[member="Muad Dib"] | [member="Rena Namadi"]
 
"The fact of the matter is this, if we do not join Ra or Mia we are exiles. We will be ostracized from Manda'yaim. Shunned by other mando'ade. Possibly even eventually hunted. By not following either Mand'alor we are in essence calling both unworthy, calling them without honor, and calling into question the character of those who do follow them. This path you have chosen will not be easy, will not be fixed by boisterous cries, and it will be very difficult."

He sighed as he turned away from the two while looking at those other vode who were gathered and listening. He could feel the echoed in force. Some were force sensitive while others were pulled in because of familial ties and loyalty. They were a somber group, yet determined. He respected that. He turned back to Alden and Rena, speaking to the former and those gathered.

"You are not alone. The persecution you have felt, I have felt. The loss that rings in your heart, echoed in mine. The righteous anger that fills your thoughts is mirrored within me. The desire for home, hearth, life for yourself, for aliit, for clan ... that burns within my spirit. Isley has accepted you into Confederacy space. I too will extend my own welcome. But it is for you to decide if you want a union of our people. I am Alor of Clan Farr and a force using mando'ad. My name is Muad Dib."

He extended an arm to the other. Should he accept it, then he would answer the call of his vode, share in their joy and despair. He would bleed and die for them if need be. The mandalorians were a culture built on clans and aliit. Family. And that's what family did for one another. They had each others back.

[member="Alden Kyr’Nau"] °_° [member="Rena Namadi"]
 
An eyebrow lifted skeptically, the words swirling around her so heavy in nature that they threatened to sour her mood. Exiles. Hunted like criminals. Like animals, even. All of this

When Muad admitted he was a force user, her first instinct was almost dismay. That’s how much she’d been indoctrinated. Force users were wizards, spirits, undead, unnatural and most of all, not true Mandalorians.

“I have had the good fortune of being supported by Clan Namadi. Of experiencing feast and not famine. Unlike you Muad, I have not been persecuted.” She sighed, tears pooling in her brown eyes. But they did not fall.

“My husband Narax was killed by in-clan fighting. He would have supported what House Naak strives to build. If I have children I do not want to bring them into this galaxy to face what you’ve faced, what Alden has faced.”

She watched the force user extend his hand. Rena was curious about so much more but there was no time to rush. They were in a safe space here, no matter what.

[member="Alden Kyr’Nau"] [member="Muad Dib"]
 
Muad's words were hard truths. Truths every man woman and child within House Naak already knew. However, one who would claim the title Mand'alor had forsaken them, the other was a monster who'd burned their homes. There was no path they could take that would allow them to follow both the Resol'nare and their conscious. Which meant standing apart was their only option. Muad extends his arm and Alden takes it by the wrist and shakes firmly before pulling the man into an embrace. "We thank you for your welcome Alor Dibb. May we stand as one against any who would try to break us." Releasing Muad he steps back and grins as the people cheer and applaud.

Then his attention turns to Rena. "I am sorry for your loss Rena Namadi. But it pleases me to know that your husband would have supported our attempts to build a Mandalore that does not ostracize its members or glorify the woman who destroyed her own people. We do not have much to offer but what we do have we will share with you. Welcome to our House." He bows to them both and the people give one last cheer before getting back to their work. This temporary base was not their permanent home but it was what they had for now. Best to make it as nice as possible.
 
Releasing Alden's hand Muad took in the passionate exuberance of the other vode, a small smile crossing his face. This was a family, an aliit, a clan that strove to live and overcome the obstacles thrown in their path. He respected that. As the others went back to their work he looked back to Alden.

"Ryloth, while a decent enough planet, wouldn't be my first choice for a home. Are you planning on sitting down Roots here or are you wanting to find something a little different to fit your clan?"

With the question posed to Alden, Muad turned to look at Rena. Her clean had allied with deathwatch and even joined in at least one of the skirmishes. But unlike Ra, Muad would not judge her based on the actions of the people she was Allied with.

"I am sorry for your loss. Losing a loved one surely must not be easy, my condolences are with you. But what of you? Will you stay with your clan with their allegiances? Or will you walk your own path wherever it may lead?"

[member="Alden Kyr’Nau"] [member="Rena Namadi"]
 

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