Ginnie Verd - One with Manda (funeral/ash scattering)

[Cynthia Solus]

3 days after the events of Maramere

The past few weeks Cynthia found comfort in a new friend, they’d been talking almost non stop and it had been helpful. If it was not for the girl she wouldn’t have been here today, instead she’d be bled out at the bottom of a sinkhole on utapau. Not only that but she had also mentored her how to forge, and it was that night Ginnie helped Cynthia feel somewhat better. For those reasons Cynthia owed that woman her life. Alas Ginnie had been silent for a few days. The battle was over from reports, yet now words saying she was fine, no responses.

It was a cause of concern one that had worried her deeply. Only certain areas had been ravaged by what happened to this world. It was those areas Cynthia was searching. Ash clung to her boots and drifted into the crevices of her armor that clung so tight. Life form scanner, Echolocation and even motion sensors was active in hopes to find something, anyone. Yet it was like she was walking amongst a nomans land. Bodies littered the ground charred black, limbs scattered and droid parts littered the floor. Even visibility was low with fire still raging on around kicking out thick smoke.

She was thankful to have a filtration system, it helped keep the smell of seared flesh out. She had searched forteen places so far and no luck. No living person was around, not even a scavenger was there to play vulture. Cynthia approached a ledge with a small run she’d run planting her foot into a small dip giving her that bit extra height before her hands clung onto the top. Beskar was heavy and took all her strength to pull herself up. As her torso was over the edge the woman's leg swung up and then her body rolled getting her away.

Cynthia remained there for a moment looking at the sky blacked out by the smoke. Not even the systems sun was bright enough to pierce the aftermath of war, and for that it emphasizes that it was indeed dark days for anyone who was here. She sat up thinking that if there was no trace of ginnie soon then it was possible the girl made it out alive but the scarred land was vast.

Another day passed. Her armor was now almost pure black and gray from the ash and scorched earth. Even her orange visor had smears of black where she’d been wiping away the buildup. It felt strange and wrong sleeping amongst the dead. Seeing the bodies made her sick, Ginnie made her see living was important, even if it wasn’t for oneself. Maybe that was another reason Cynthia didn’t want to give up, and giving up was something that was hard for Cynthia to do when it came to others. Especially if those people mean something to her.

Although there was only so much death Cynthia could take. This was the last place she was going to search. The Ground was littered by ship parts dusted black by soot the footprints around was still easy to make out. As the mandalorian girl moved closer she’d bent down under a part of the ship that was in her way. Just looking at it the ship was consumed and scorched in fire heating it to the point of combustion. Anyone inside was likely dead. Yet there was footprints leaving.

Cynthia followed the trail to where they came from. “What ever happened here was not done by a normal person.” She mutters to herself taking in everything. The woman looked around closely looking at every detail. It was then Cynthia made out the iconic T shaped visor. As Cynthia moved closer she thought her eyes deceived her. The helmet was the same one Ginnie was fixing at the forge, pink and purple. “No, it… it can’t be.” She said moving the metal panel from off it, and it wasn’t only that panel that fell in that moment. Cynthia collapsed to her knees. “Ginnie.” Said the mandalorian girl picking up the helmet and touching it against hers.

It took another moment for her to put one and one together. There was no way those footprints was hers, and she’d not leave the helmet here so carelessly. “Ohhh Ginnie.” Once that first tear broke free, the rest followed in an unbroken stream. Cynthia bent forward placing down the helmet where she sat on the floor, and pressing her palms to the ashy floor. she began to cry with the force of a person vomiting on all fours.

Two weeks later

​

MANDALOR​

Everything Ginnie's helmet had captured was copied to terminal on Cynthia's ship. Yet she’d not been able to bring herself to watch it. Cynthia was able to gather some of the girl’s ashes from the charred body that was encased in parts of Beskar armor. Those parts armor that was now buried in the location in which she died. A message was sent out to all the clans for anyone who had their days lightened by the girl could attend the scattering of her ashes on the birthplace of the Mandalorians. In one arm was Ginnie’s helmet the other was a small urn with the women's ashes. Ginnie was one with Manda now and a new journey was ahead of the woman in the afterlife.

[member="Ginnie Verd"]

 

[Ravenfire]

Rex had heard the call for clans to show up for a mandalorian funnel. He hoped his aliit alor [member="Kaine Australis"] showed up as well he couldn't represent the clan by himself. With that his battleship jumped to hyperspace.

Rex came to Mandalor. He knew the rules no force powers at all so he hid himself in the force. He landed in his stealth ship and paid the port authorities to hold the pad then a pad next to it for his aliit alor to land on. He was in his armour, he also had his weapons however he left his lightsabres behind as he was still rebuilding them. But he still had his staff. He left the docks walking towards the venue.

He arrived meeting [member="Cynthia Raxis"]. She had the helmet of the Mando in one hand and an urn of ashes in the other. "I came to pay my respects to the dead. I may have never met here but I felt I still need to attend." Rex then said something under his breathe before saying "May you be meet in the afterlife by the hands of your loved ones." Rex then nodded before stepping aside and waiting for more mourners.

 

[Rory Baccus]

Location: Mandalor
Objective: Pay respects
________________________________

Rory was already on Mandalor. He was given a weeks leave after a particularly devastating and dangerous mission. Remus had never personally met Ginnie, but he had heard that she was an adept fighter and great person that saved countless innocents. That was all that mattered. She lived on in all of our memories for her good deeds, and none of her mistakes or flaws. Remus walked up too the mourners, nodded his head at them, and took a place next to Rex Taff. He thought of death. Dying like a hero, much like Ginnie, against a foe of near unthinkable power. Trying to save people, trying to fight for the greater good, then instantly being no more. That was the way he wanted to die, saving people, of course he loved and cared for nearly nobody, but saving people in general was his interest. In a perfectly reasonable way, Ginnie was a sort of role model for him. He truly did feel honored to serve under and on the same side as her, an honorable side that is trying to bring peace and do what's best for the people of the galaxy

R.I.P. [member="Ginnie Verd"].

 

[Ria Misrani]

Concord Dawn

---

---

Funeral Pyres, Verdjitaor

One week had passed from the event that took Ginnie's life.

"Have faith," Amaya spoke, "par cuun vod oyacyir o'r an be cuun kar'ta."

Amaya had only known of Ginnie briefly and knew her even less, and yet here she stood before an entire village of their clan. "She is forever with us vod, she will forever look down upon us and forever be in our hearts." The drums of mourning would sound as would the drums of celebration, for death is only a new beginning and the memories of the fallen are forever alive. "Her life shall live in our song, live in our memories and our stories of which we will tell our children and they shall tell their children."

"Tion'tuur mhi jivaor at tyatr mhi hwa haa'taylir cuun vod."

She looked over her shoulder, where her husband Teyn stood between his sisters Lorsima and Dwenai. Where Caal stood firmly with his brothers and gave them all a small nod of acknowledgment. The loss of family was never easy and for Amaya she felt robbed of the opportunity to bond with Ginnie. Turning back to look out over the villagers who had gathered at the Funeral Pyres as they burned the bones of a sacrificial animal while the meat was prepared for the altar so that Ginnie may feast a warrior's feast in the afterlife. "Have faith, for in every battle we fight she will be with us. Let us now turn and send our sister off to eternal glory." Amaya stepped down and walked through the throng of villagers with her vod not too far behind her as she moved to lead the sendoff. The drums began to stir and the villagers began to chant and once Amaya had reached the pyres themselves she began the dance.


[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ml5ENqYnJF4[/media]

 

[Rhaegar Nemesis Dib]

He stood upon a hill watching the gathering of those who called [member="Ginnie Verd"] friend, family. Those who had come to pay their respects to a warrior who died on the field of battle within a ferocious combat against a villainous for. Who died for a cause.

A sneer was allowed to pierce his cold exterior.

If only these Mandalorians knew the truth, they wouldn't be celebrating a life well lived, a death gained in glorious warfare. No, they would beat the drums of war for retribution and revenge at Darth Metus, the one who had ended the woman's life in an attempt to kill his aptly named nemesis. He felt little anxiety at the possibility that he would be placed as if the recording in the woman's helm had been reviewed they would know the true nature of her demise. As well as his involvement with her end. And as vengeance did not lay heavy within their hearts he felt a modicum of security in his anonymity.

The slight breeze blew the jacket of his suit open and ruffled his short hair. The cane held before him was ground into the earth. The woman had spirit, which was what had stayed his hand at the end. But her death was not the end, but merely a transition to the next stage of existence. That was what the mandalorians believed and what he knew to be true.

The reason he was here was mired in multiple avenues of thought. The most prevalent was the desire to understand the nature of the woman deceased. He always wished to understand his opponents and pawns. It had nothing to do with the vague sense of an overshadowing resonance in the force that he had, as of yet, no description for. No, this was a study into the people of the planet Mandalore and how they dealt with grief and loss, a reasonable excursion of hypothetical outcomes of his strategic maneuvering.

[member="Amaya Cardei"] I [member="Rory Baccus"] I [member="Rex Taff"] I [member="Cynthia Raxis"]

 

[Cynthia Solus]

[member="Nemesis Nemonus"] [member="Amaya Cardei"] [member="Rory Baccus"] [member="Rex Taff"]


Cynthia looked at the few who gathered. The forges was just behind them, the coals cold and no sound of metal been forged. It was silent as they all took a moment to remember her for who she was or what they knew of the woman. "Su cuy'gar anade, Thank you for coming here today. In the little time I knew Ginnie was was glad to call her friend and even vod. If there was one thing I definitely knew about her, it was that she would rather us celebrate the life she lived rather than morning her death." she said with a saddened tone to her voice.

"I will pass Ginnes ashes around, so that all of us can take a moment before releasing a part her each back to manda." Cynthia closed her eyes as tears swelled up in her eyes till they over flowed. Her face red as she tried not to cry, but her thoughts was turned to Ginnie. A guilt washed over her knowing that repaying the woman wouldn't be possible. Ginnie had done a lot for Cynthia and in such short time and a part of her wanted to tell Ginnie Vor entye one last time. The woman lifted her head and tipped out a little bit of the ashes from the urn before passing it to the next person.

 

[Ravenfire]

Rex watched as more people came in to watch. some said words others didn't but all where sad. Then [member="Cynthia Raxis"] started the funeral. She passed it to him, However Rex shook his head. "I didn't know Ginnie well enough to spread her ashes. Others who knew her better should do this. Ginnie sounds like an amazing Mando, if I am half as worthy as her I will be pleased." He then passed it on to [member="Rory Baccus"]. As he did so he stepped back completely and stayed quiet he felt like it wasn't right for him to be the one to remove any of her ashes.

 

[Shia Kryze]

Light years away, eyes that flashed like blades snapped open at the twin visions - one of hate and ashes, the other of fire and mourning.

No. This would not do at all. This was... unacceptable.

Her people and her beliefs had been scorned for long enough, now one of their own had suffered something which should never be suffered.

"Goodbye, whomever you were - and hello again."

She could not mourn with the others - she wasn't sure if mourning was called for, but she did (finally) know what she had to do.

Which meant she could stop sitting on a rock like Luke-karking-Skywalker and expecting the universe to speak to her, for low, it had karking spoken. Great view, but she was sick of this damn rock.

Time to come home.