Arrbi Betna
Marauder
Each clan specialized in one area or another. It was inherently part of the clan culture and par the course for the way culture and history worked hand in hand. The Dem'adas clan was known for its naval power and trade. Mereel was known for their skilled smiths and craftsmanship. Others were known for exploration and adventure like the Rekali clan, while still others were known for their prowess in battle like the Ordos.
For the Betna clan, it was a bit more complex. Sure, there were pilots and swordsmen among their number and the clan was known for a bit of this or a bit of that, but their main claim to fame was twofold: they hunted Force sensitives and they were, for lack of a better term, Beastmasters.
The name incurred the concept of vicious beasts of war, bred to kill and maim and fight on the fields of battle. It brought images of filthy fighting pits where only the best beasts to emerge alive were valued, where blood and killing was all to be known among the animals and creatures they kept.
The reality was much, much different.
It was getting towards evening and the troopers of the 2nd Cavalry were almost done setting up camp. It was a basic training exercise where the unit would set out for a number of days on maneuvers designed to test their mettle. Sometimes fire exercises would be included, sometimes they'd engage in war games with other Mandalorian units. Today, though, the maneuvers were done and no night training was scheduled. A spot for the night had been selected and camp struck. From the smells on the air, food was cooking.
Betna sat against a tree, his helmet on the ground beside him. He watched as some of the troopers tied up the Napna Vornskrs nearby and others did the rounds to feed the animals. A few looked over the predators' wellbeing, checking over extremities for injuries gained on the day's ride. The rest of the troops were quickly setting up tents and campfires while the kitchen section started dinner while a few more troopers kept watch. It was a sort of organized chaos that spoke of life and purpose, something that any Mandalorian unit should display.
He set down the rifle he carried and instead pulled a bes'bev from his pack beside him as things began to wind down for the night. Perhaps he'd play something.
For the Betna clan, it was a bit more complex. Sure, there were pilots and swordsmen among their number and the clan was known for a bit of this or a bit of that, but their main claim to fame was twofold: they hunted Force sensitives and they were, for lack of a better term, Beastmasters.
The name incurred the concept of vicious beasts of war, bred to kill and maim and fight on the fields of battle. It brought images of filthy fighting pits where only the best beasts to emerge alive were valued, where blood and killing was all to be known among the animals and creatures they kept.
The reality was much, much different.
It was getting towards evening and the troopers of the 2nd Cavalry were almost done setting up camp. It was a basic training exercise where the unit would set out for a number of days on maneuvers designed to test their mettle. Sometimes fire exercises would be included, sometimes they'd engage in war games with other Mandalorian units. Today, though, the maneuvers were done and no night training was scheduled. A spot for the night had been selected and camp struck. From the smells on the air, food was cooking.
Betna sat against a tree, his helmet on the ground beside him. He watched as some of the troopers tied up the Napna Vornskrs nearby and others did the rounds to feed the animals. A few looked over the predators' wellbeing, checking over extremities for injuries gained on the day's ride. The rest of the troops were quickly setting up tents and campfires while the kitchen section started dinner while a few more troopers kept watch. It was a sort of organized chaos that spoke of life and purpose, something that any Mandalorian unit should display.
He set down the rifle he carried and instead pulled a bes'bev from his pack beside him as things began to wind down for the night. Perhaps he'd play something.