Azrael
RETIRED
Kyrimorut, Mandalore
Former Clone Campgrounds
Earlier after the Clone Wars came to a finality - those Fett clones that defected from the Republic, and the growing enemy within of the Galactic Empire took refuge on Mandalore in this northern city. The forests and lakes in the area made for good natural resources, and were generally left alone by the rest of the Mando'ade. Hundreds of years later these former campgrounds were simply scenic, having played home to the Skirata clan as well until they moved and made a more permanent spot on Keldabe. There were still bunkers and cabins, symbols of an era gone by intersected by rivers and streams. Rocky precipices, and lush valleys twisted and wound around the area giving a very rural and rustic nature enveloped environment with only the hint of structure from previous generations.
A twenty-five kilometer distance had been measured off giving purchase to a plot of land with several natural and man-made obstacles along the course. Four sanctioned bases had been setup, and given specific markers outlining the perimeter that was not to be breached. A training exercise field that while not as pretty as the bolo-ball stadium on Keldabe, it was certainly a worthwhile training environment to keep the vode sharp and test their metal against one another. Each envoy of Mandalorians arrived at the campsites that had once housed the clones of old, detailing a meeting place and starting ground for the event. A quick briefing was given to each squadron, and the permitted weapons were issued to the vode - allowing their personal armor and effects along with some default equipment. Four teams, made up the battlefield, each of them vying for their own team to claim the prizes that would be handed out at the end of the exercise.
Team: Green
Grid Marker: A4
Members: [member="Anastasia Rade"] | [member="Ashin Varanin"] | [member="Theoden Stronghammer"] | [member="Muad Dib"]
A short but informative briefing held at the barricade that started just within the grid marker of their starting position had ended as Azrael un-clipped the buy'ce from his belt and slid it onto his head locking it into place. The HUD came up in an instant detailing the surroundings and the squad under his charge. Drawing his hand to the side, and fetching the collapsed E'tad Kal, he slid that into a sheath at his back and charged the blaster carbine at which he placed into a hip holster for the time being. A raised platform held the metal disc securely in place, but was available to be lifted out of the socket like all the other discs on the field were. Being on the battlefield with his vode attacking another force as a united front was one thing, but going up against the Mandalorians in simulated combat was another thing entirely. He wasn't sure what exactly to expect, but his eyes was on the prize for his squad, and he wanted to seem them succeed and gain that notoriety that they well deserved.
"Buy'ce olar ka'tra ogir." He mentioned, idealizing the thought of removing emotion from the equation once the helmet went on. "Initiate party commlink, and sync up." The private channel among the green team linked in with everyone that came online, so they could keep track of each other in the thick of battle, and maintain dialogue to put this game to bed. While they would be fighting brother and sister alike, they were in it to win it, and they had to be all head, no heart to make sure it was true to life as possible. This was a testament to their cause. They would even war against each other while they waited for another chance to strike their metal against that of interlopers, or the vagabonds of the Galaxy. :: Mand'alor online. Prepare the weapons, and wait for the signal. ::

Former Clone Campgrounds
Earlier after the Clone Wars came to a finality - those Fett clones that defected from the Republic, and the growing enemy within of the Galactic Empire took refuge on Mandalore in this northern city. The forests and lakes in the area made for good natural resources, and were generally left alone by the rest of the Mando'ade. Hundreds of years later these former campgrounds were simply scenic, having played home to the Skirata clan as well until they moved and made a more permanent spot on Keldabe. There were still bunkers and cabins, symbols of an era gone by intersected by rivers and streams. Rocky precipices, and lush valleys twisted and wound around the area giving a very rural and rustic nature enveloped environment with only the hint of structure from previous generations.
A twenty-five kilometer distance had been measured off giving purchase to a plot of land with several natural and man-made obstacles along the course. Four sanctioned bases had been setup, and given specific markers outlining the perimeter that was not to be breached. A training exercise field that while not as pretty as the bolo-ball stadium on Keldabe, it was certainly a worthwhile training environment to keep the vode sharp and test their metal against one another. Each envoy of Mandalorians arrived at the campsites that had once housed the clones of old, detailing a meeting place and starting ground for the event. A quick briefing was given to each squadron, and the permitted weapons were issued to the vode - allowing their personal armor and effects along with some default equipment. Four teams, made up the battlefield, each of them vying for their own team to claim the prizes that would be handed out at the end of the exercise.

Team: Green
Grid Marker: A4
Members: [member="Anastasia Rade"] | [member="Ashin Varanin"] | [member="Theoden Stronghammer"] | [member="Muad Dib"]
A short but informative briefing held at the barricade that started just within the grid marker of their starting position had ended as Azrael un-clipped the buy'ce from his belt and slid it onto his head locking it into place. The HUD came up in an instant detailing the surroundings and the squad under his charge. Drawing his hand to the side, and fetching the collapsed E'tad Kal, he slid that into a sheath at his back and charged the blaster carbine at which he placed into a hip holster for the time being. A raised platform held the metal disc securely in place, but was available to be lifted out of the socket like all the other discs on the field were. Being on the battlefield with his vode attacking another force as a united front was one thing, but going up against the Mandalorians in simulated combat was another thing entirely. He wasn't sure what exactly to expect, but his eyes was on the prize for his squad, and he wanted to seem them succeed and gain that notoriety that they well deserved.
"Buy'ce olar ka'tra ogir." He mentioned, idealizing the thought of removing emotion from the equation once the helmet went on. "Initiate party commlink, and sync up." The private channel among the green team linked in with everyone that came online, so they could keep track of each other in the thick of battle, and maintain dialogue to put this game to bed. While they would be fighting brother and sister alike, they were in it to win it, and they had to be all head, no heart to make sure it was true to life as possible. This was a testament to their cause. They would even war against each other while they waited for another chance to strike their metal against that of interlopers, or the vagabonds of the Galaxy. :: Mand'alor online. Prepare the weapons, and wait for the signal. ::
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