Private Haat & Ijaa

[Gwyneira Vizsla]

Tor Valum, Kestri. The Iyarsa Spire, Administrative Complex.

The day had mostly been spent lurking at the bottom floor of the Iyarsa Spire. It was busy as busy could come, with many Mandalorians running to and fro through the building and it's various floors. The entire time, leaning against a wall in the quietest corner she could find, Gwyneira Vizsla extended her senses. Using the Force, she searched the entire building and put all her focus on one individual. One individual near the top of the building, but she could track him as if looking right at him. Her father, Kranak Vizsla.

He had emerged from the War Room and was walking through the upper level's halls. She was unable to read what he was planning, but she worried as she read his aura. Darker emotions, darker than anything she had ever sensed from him, were swirling around him like bees. As of late, this darkness festered and boiled. Of course,it was nothing dark or corrupted. He was no Sith, not in the slightest. But his Force Signature felt... colder. Colder and... removed. Today, this feeling especially dominant. Not just in emotion, but action.

What happened to you, Buir? You were always so caring with me...

She shuddered, feeling an unusual separation from the father she loved dearly. The father she owed everything to. Nonetheless, she pulled the suitcase she bore off the wall, pushed herself up, and approached an elevator. As the door closed, she adjusted the buy'ce on her head. The buy'ce crafted from his own beskar'gam's chest plate armor, Long ago.

As the door opened, she continued to follow his Force Signature. Like a beacon shining far off, like a ship's sensors honing in on a target. She walked through the mostly unfamiliar halls with acute accuracy and confidence, eventually pausing at the doorway to his private office; the office he had entered approximately five minutes ago now.

He was not alone in there, unfortunately.

She sat down at one of those quant little cushioned waiting room seats. Once again, the suitcase was placed next to her with care. She impatiently strummed her fingers against the small table next to her, eyeing a Mando'ade Issue magazine with little interest.

Eventually, the Mandalorian who had been talking with Kranak left the office. Gwyn's chin immediately lifted from the hand she had plopped it in as he left. As the other Mandalorian's Force Signature ebbed away, she grabbed the suitcase, stood up, and approached the office door.

She paused right in front of the entrance.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, releasing her tense and nervous energy the best she could. She loosened her shoulders, practiced steady breathing, and opened her eyes. And so, she reached out and pressed her finger on the buzzer, alerting the War Master inside to her presence.

<<"Buir, it's me. Care for a visit?">>

Kranak Vizsla

 

[Kranak Vizsla]

Tags: Gwyneira Vizsla

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May the ever burning and all consuming fires of Haran claim them.

The giant’s frown deepened the more he read of the after action report from the datapad in his hands; the situation in the planet of Ryloth was escalating. A general revolt by the masses of the planet’s inhabitants was well on its way into further escalation. The number of casualties, of both Enclave Marines and Mandalorian Karjr was unknown at the moment, but the Marine Commander standing before him had exercised initiative and ordered the Enclave force to retreat back to Kestri in order to avoid further loss of equipment and personnel.

Certainly not a questionable course of action, seeing as the nearest Enclave fighting force was too far away to reach the beleaguered defenders on Ryloth and relieve them.

Lowering the datapad onto his desk after he was done reading the report, The Giant compendiously issued several orders for the young Commander to carry out in earnest in order to take an appropriate course of action for the escalating situation on Ryloth. They needed to know what they were dealing with, and how many personnel they exactly had lost to the armed militia. “That will be all for now. Dismissed, Commander.” The aging warrior dismissed Rylan after he was finished.

Offering Kranak a crisp, by-the-book salute, the Marine Commander turned in an about face for the door, and left the War Master’s presence.

A troubled, frustrated sigh cut through the silence that befell The War Master’s chambers. Eventually, he stood up as he pinched the bridge of his nose, and walked leisurely towards the window nearby. He produced a cigarra and a lighter from one of his pouches. Placing the smoke between his lips, the sound of a faint buzzer rang across his quarters just before he could light his cigarra.

The familiar voice of his daughter from behind the door warmed his heart.

<<"Buir, it's me. Care for a visit?">>

”Enter,” Kranak said to her; although his response was curt, she could not mistake the warmth in his voice. He hadn’t seen his beloved daughter for a long time.

“Gwyin’ika,” The aging warrior would speak to her at a genuine, affectionate tone of voice when she’d enter, while he lit the tip of his cigarra with his lighter, and took a quick drag. “So nice of you to visit, little one. How did the repairs go?” He nodded at the case she carried. “I hope it was not too troublesome.”

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[Gwyneira Vizsla]

Kranak's warm welcome instantly melted some of Gwyn's anxiety away. Regardless of differing opinions, Kranak still loved his Gwyn'ika. With a smile, Gwyn walked in and placed the suitcase on the nearby table. With a smirk beneath her buy'ce, she looked to her buir.

<"Do you even have to ask, buir?"> Her voice was light with confident snark. She opened the suitcase, revealing a newly repaired, well polished, and top quality condition ENCL-36 Paranaor Blaster Rifle. <"This baby is good as new!">

It was true. Despite being an older model at this point, this blaster might as well have been crafted this very morning.

She reached up and pulled her buy'ce off. Setting on the table next to the suitcase, Gwyn shook out her layered hair. It fell to her shoulders, cut and trimmed in a mature and businesslike style. The middle aged Arkanian hybrid offered her father a genuine, warm smile. She left the desk, approaching Kranak closer.

"It should serve you well."

Despite both individuals being in beskar'gam, Gwyn still gave her buir a hug. It was a soft hug, and probably felt like nothing considering how tiny Gwyn was compared to the Giant. Bittersweet flooded Gwyn's veins, and worry rattled her bbone, once again as she feared for the future.

Gwyn slipped from the embrace, taking a step back as to give him distance. She had... no idea how to open up the topic of the war. She was afraid of Kranak's answers, and how his opinions most likely differed from her own. At least, now, Gwyn had a little more assurance in their familial bond carrying them through this upcoming conflict.

Gwyn looked down to the blaster, a frown forming on her face. Worry was there, wrinkling her face, showing her age. The middle aged mother heaved a heavy sigh. There definitely was one thing she wanted to say.

"I think I know how you felt for so long, worrying about me. Training and equipping your child in every way you possibly could, but still fearing that it wasn't enough..."

She looked to her buy'ce, crafted from Kranak's beskar, once again. "Mevia has been so heavily involved in the recent conflicts. And she's turned into one of those youths. Thirsty for blood without consequence."

She looked back to Kranak, "You ever think those kids could go too far in all this? They're so volatile... I don't want Mev'ika to get herself killed out there, do something she regrets, y'know..."

Then, she blinked. Suddenly realizing that she had dumped quite a lot on her poor buir, she reached behind her back and rubbed it. She nervously chuckled, "Sorry! I just dumped a lot on you, didn't I! You don't need even more mess in your head, you're the War Master after all! I'm sure there's a lot running through your mind!"

Kranak Vizsla