[Mandalorians] Shades of the Past

[Julius Sedaire]

Ijaat sat waiting. He had dressed in something he hadn't worn in years. His old durasteel made Journeyman Protectors armor. The armor was colored a drab olive green, chipped and pitted with wear, with a jagged scar across the visor that had given him the same scar on his face near his eye. Though he had repaired the damage to the visor, he had left the mark of the beasts claw across his bucket, just because. A reminder, his dad would have called it, of his mortality. The visor was bright red, contrasting to the stark white jaig eyes above the top of it, an honor he was still proud of bearing.

With the armor was another old relic, his father's iconic sash of the Journeyman Protectors, a braided red-brown sash of simple and unknown equine like hair. He had belted the new beskad he had made onto it, letting the two handed falchion like weapon hang at his side still gleaming from the forge. Across his back was clipped his haymaker, his signature sonic shotgun. And new to his ensemble were a set of cruel, elbow length crushgauntlets bearing a massive amount of intricate carving and engraving, one side bearing a moon motif and the other a sun, with matching carvings.

He had sent the ping a while ago, and according to the minimal intelligence he had, and the response, he could expect it to be answered approximately now. So he had decided to sit outside and wait, buc'ye clipped to his belt as well, scarred face and hawk gold eyes scanning the horizon for any evidence of a ship on his island as he waited. What he had found still stunned even him, and he could only hope it was true. Causing the ruckus he did, calling the leader of the Protectors to an urgent meeting with narry an explanation, relying on his name alone... It was a big risk for a now relatively small fish in today's game.

It would pay off though... As he looked about the lush tropical island now his home, he grinned ruefully. And if it didnt, he likely wouldn't be around to worry about it.



[member="Anija Ordo"] | [member="Nolan Detta"] | [member="Arrbi Betna"] | [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"]

OOC Thread HERE

 

[Anija Betna]

[member="Ijaat Akun"] | [member="Nolan Detta"] | [member="Arrbi Betna"] | [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Evi Sohl"] | [member="Arumi Zy"]

A few minutes passed before the shape of Anija's Bes'uliik fighter could be spotted on approach. She'd just recently returned from Voss, and was still wrapping her mind around everything she'd learned from Connor. It was still difficult for her to wrap her brain around some of the things that had happened recently. Taking a deep breath, Anija shook her head slightly and tried to focus on her flying. It wasn't easy. The whole situation with Ordo being arrested still nagged at her. Azrael had said nothing - either for or against Strider's actions, and that worried her greatly.

But, that issue was somewhat moot for the moment. As far as she knew, Ordo still sat in a Mandalorian prison. What would come from that, she didn't know, and she wasn't sure there was all that much she could do about it, either. Most of the Field Marshals had been surprisingly silent about the issue. Which meant one of two things. They either agreed with what had happened, or they didn't know about it.

As concerning as that was, Anija knew she needed to focus on other things for a while. Ijaat's invitation provided just that opportunity. It was, something that she hoped would bring the protectors closer together and help them to function more as a group. They'd had an initial few meetings, and they'd assisted with several dominions. but other than that, they'd not had much chance to work together as a unit. Sighing, she brought her focus back to the present and began to guide her ship down to a landing on the pad which had been constructed near the water.

As she did so, she noticed the drab green armored figure seated off to one edge of the pad - and close to what appeared to be the entrance to the rest of the facility. She'd not been here before, so she found the location itself fascinating. Taking a deep breath, she closed down the systems in her bes'uliik and popped the canopy. Now, her bes'uliik wasn't of the style that many Mandalorians would associate with the term. it was a custom variant, only in use by one other person. The craft had served her well in many an engagement, especially Teta. She still cringed slightly to thing how much time in the repair bays both ships had needed after that. As the canopy opened, she hopped out onto the craft's upper fuselage before dropping to the ground. When she'd regained her footing, she moved easily towards the other armored figure.

 

[Nolan Detta]

Waves crashed against the side of Nolan's mighty boat. He'd commandeered it at the docks back home in order to reach the Island of Akun. A brother in arms, Ijaat had invited him and others from the Protectors to his island to search for burried treasure. So it was only right that Nolan arrived in the appropriate transport.

As water splash over the visor of the Wrecking Ball, the island was visible in the distance. Standing proud at the bow of his ship, in something a youth called the Captain Morgan, Nolan rode the waves into shore. Adorned upon his helmet, a tricorn of Nolan Proportions fluttered in the wind. His Beskad hung at his side and Charging Rhyno's lay in multiple holsters across his waist and chest. And a tattered cape, or more like one of the drapes from his home, fluttered in the wind behind his back.


The mighty boat of Nolan Detta, Wave Rider, beached on the sand, He jumped off with a mighty thud, as sand dispersed under his boots.

"Aye, bretheren, and sisteren! Eye have arrived!!"



[member="Anija Ordo"] [member="Ijaat Akun"]

 

[Vilaz Munin]

An invitation from the same bartender that he met at the Mad Strill was sent to Vilaz and was at an island on Mandalore. "Oh, he thinks he's better than me?" The Redneck joked to himself as he made way to his own personal ship, "rich guy 'n all. Shoot, no wonder those were dang gud drinks." If you had money, then you can provide your patrons with high quality drinks that only the rich could buy. But this was no system that functioned like the Republic. No, in Mandalorian space everyone is equal and had no status pyramid where the bottom was the poor, the middle the middle class, and the top the rich. On Mandalorian soil everyone is at the same social status unless you're in the battlefield and had to follow orders from Rally Masters, Field Marshals, and the Mand'alor.

The sounds of his ship could be heard as he was getting closer and closer to the island which had the shape of a volcano on the island. Now this was an interesting place. First time he's seen a volcano in his life. "Who da hell would live under lava? Damn crazy." Living on an island was cool, but living with a volcano? No, thanks. He will stick with living in the woods and living away from the city. Always lived in the woods since he was little.

As he flew towards the docking pads he noticed a bes'uliik and, wait, was that a motorboat? This was getting interesting. Vilaz was even thinking about blowing it up. 'This ain't no prehistoric era to that playful, lil' di'kut." Who even owned to boat? It was so cute compared to the Cin'ciri Talyc. Didn't know they were sold on stores in these times. Moments later the Tegaanalir class patrol ship landed on one of the docking pads and opened the hatch to the ship. A single individual ironclad in beskar with its armaments attached to it, holding a Vornskr scattergun, two dual WESTAR 34 pistols in their holsters, a jetpack, and four thermal detonators with his pet Vornskr accompany him.

The Redneck then began walking down the shore and said in a public comm link, "Who the hell owns that puny, insignificant, cute thing? It ain't spears and swords, kids."

If you've met Vilaz then you would predict and know his attitude and the basics of his background.

[member="Nolan Detta"] [member="Anija Ordo"] [member="Ijaat Akun"]

 

[Evi Sohl]

The woman had no idea how Emberli managed to deal with an energetic almost-four year old little boy, but stars bless him, he did. There was little else that warmed her heart like watching him with Cade, and it must have shown as she prepared her gear to leave the spacious apartment they shared in Keldabe City. He lofted a brow at her, and she simply smiled and shook her head. He wasn’t demonstrative or particularly florid with his words...but she knew. And that’s all E’vi needed.

“Cad’ika...” she said softly, his little head popping up immediately to find her before he came running over and flung himself into her arms. “...oof, you’re getting so big! Going to be taller than me soon, I think.”

His blue eyes were somber as he placed a small hand to her cheek. “Are you going away?” Cade, all due seriousness in his tone.

“I am, ad’ika. You’ll stay with the Bear this time instead of Tessa.”

“Protector stuff?”

Sometimes it amazed her how perceptive he was...but given the suspicions she and her buir had about his Force sensitivity, E’vi wasn’t surprised anymore. “Protector stuff.”

“Come home safe. Bear gets mopey without you.”

The woman bit her lip to contain the laugh that threatened. Breathing in deep and hugging the little boy tightly before kissing his forehead. “I will, my love. You take care of the Bear, ok?”

He nodded and scrambled down from her arms, going back to his game. Leaving him was difficult – it always was – but duty called, and she had to answer. It was something she was working diligently to impress upon Cade. That sense of duty that drove every Mandalorian. It was simple for her – when the Protectors called, she answered. Always.

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This time, it was Ijaat who had summoned them together, to his island home on Mandalore. Clad in her custom-built armor, the matte-black finish wasn’t the final paint job, but sufficient enough for use in the field. E’vi still hadn’t decided what color or even color combination to use, with everything happening in Clan Ordo as of late, it simply hadn’t seemed important. The armor was a match to her sister Mara’s suit, save for the measurements of each woman’s physique.

It was plenty of protection and still afforded her the ability to shapeshift at will without needing to strip in the middle of whatever battlefield she happened to be on. There was a Deece across her back in rifle mode, and a simple beskad also on her back, the hilt over the opposite shoulder. Fingers flicked her ponytail back as her shades settled over her eyes, then brushed over the IR-5 blaster pistols tucked into thigh sheaths.

Bristling with weapons, and she could still shapeshift.

Stars, it was good to be her some days.

E’vi jumped onto the dock as the boat slowed and stopped. Boots thudded along the boards as she made her way towards the landings pads and a very familiar bes’ulik craft. Anija was already here, and given that there was only one so far, she did wonder where her dalyc’vod’s husband had gotten off to. She smiled and lifted a hand to wave as she approached, the arrival of [member="Nolan Detta"] and [member="Vilaz Munin"] not going unnoticed. Nolan especially had a flair for the dramatic that was...disconcerting at times.

“Vilaz, it’s got to be Nolan’s. Seriously. Who else would show up in a fething low-tech row boat?” E’vi replied with a laugh as she tapped the comm beneath the flesh of her left ear. Handy thing about being half-Shi’ido, that ability to shift your flesh around things like comlinks and weapons, she mused.

“Dalyc’vod!” she said to her sister, giving [member="Anija Ordo"] a quick hug before turning to greet [member="Ijaat Akun"], extending a hand. “Good to meet you finally, vod. I’m E’vi.”

 

[Arumi Zy]

Ijaat Akun | Nolan Detta | Arrbi Betna | Siobhan Kerrigan | Vilaz Munin | Evi Sohl | Arumi Zy


Smoke pillared from Arumi's nostrils as he exhaled the vapor, his eyes close and head raised ever so slightly enjoying the sun light on his face. He had taken to long sabaticals and he had taken to enjoying the smaller things in life since the fall of the old Empire, the end of his tenure with the jedi and his home coming to his ori'vod.

His black fur trench hung loosly around his shoulders revealing his breast plate and the pair of beskad on his belt, hidden behind those were his lightsabers. His blades were older then any of the mando'ade standing here were put together, of course belonging to a thousand year old force master helped with that age slightly. Arumi pulled his vaporizor out and took another deep inhale of the drug laced miasma and moved over towards [member="Vilaz Munin"], the only one he had met thus far. In fact they had served beside one another against the sith already " New isn't always better" he said letting the vapor billow out of his mouth like some kind of dragon as he spoke. " Sometimes old is refined, sometimes it is deadlier, sometimes it is quieter. That boat you would never hear coming, never see in a fog bank, never pick up on radar. There is a reason old kills". The acent what he had just said he pulled one of his beskad " 1,058 years, just as deadly, twice as deadly" he said as he pointed towards his second beskad.

 

[Anija Betna]

[member="Ijaat Akun"] | [member="Arumi Zy"] | [member="Arrbi Betna"] | [member="Evi Sohl"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Nolan Detta"] | [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]

Anija took a moment to regard Ijaat as she took in his armor. She knew what it was, and in all honesty, she was curious why he'd chosen to wear it, considering how the Journeyman Protectors viewed the Mandalorians as a whole. And so, she moved closer to him and asked the question in a low voice, before her attention was momentarily yanked away by the arrival of Nolan Detta. He always had a way of arriving in style. It was somewhat of his trademark. And they didn't call him The Wrecking Ball for nothing. She gave him a polite nod, and chuckled at his greeting.

Next to arrive was Vilaz. Anija had met him few times, and more recently, given the events at the Ka'ra... she'd been a bit reluctant to interact. he seemed to have mellowed slightly in the intervening months, which was a good sign. His mannerisms still grated a bit, though. She hoped he would mellow a bit more. While this wasn't a combat engagement, she did see it as another opportunity for them to work together as a team. Something they sorely needed.

If arriving in style meant arriving via a boat, Nolan and E'vi had that down. Her gaze tracked back to the docks along the water's edge as she heard footfalls on the wooden surface. it as then that she spotted her sister's familiar armor and grinned. it was short lived, but it was good to see her sister here as well, and to be honest, Anija could use the support as much as E'vi. Especially with the news Anija had to share. She wasn't sure when I good time to do so would be, but she knew sooner would be better. Smiling slightly, she pulled E'vi into a firm hug, holding her sister tightly for perhaps a moment too long. She knew she'd pick up something was wrong, if not what.

And finally, an individualy arrived that piqued Anija's interest. Another Force User. One that she wasn't sure what to make of. She got the distinct impression he was quite old - which was confirmed as he spoke. She had been the one to bring him into the Protectors on the recommendation of a few people. She felt his interests would help their cause. She gave him a nod, and reached out to grip his arm in the warrior's grip.

 

[Arrbi Betna]

A second Bes'uliik starfighter arrived shortly after its twin. He was a little behind, but better a little late than never, despite the mental kicking he gave himself for lagging behind. He set the starfighter down on the landing pad and hopped out of the cockpit before making his way towards his wife.

He'd gotten the same message as Anija and had a more or less similar reaction. It would bring the ranks closer and get them working as a tighter unit, making them more effective in general and, perhaps, bring others into their ranks in time.

He spotted Vilaz and Ijaat. Vilaz he knew, Ijaat he didn't, but he'd heard good things. Vilaz was an ass and a pain in the ass, but he was mostly harmless in most ways. Nolan was solid and reliable, a good soldier and warrior. He followed orders and knew his task well enough to do what he could when he could. Betna also spotted his sister in law and made his way over to give her a hug after his wife did. The newcomer, though, he knew nothing of.

He looked old, but not old. It was more body language or, perhaps, his aura of... time. It was less a stalwart, weathered rock holding steadfast against time and more akin to a gnarled tree rooted into the crags of a mountainside. Too stubborn to be moved, too tough to die, and too well rooted in its ways to do much else.

It was a strange grouping of people, but an interesting one. It was time, he felt, to see if they could truly work closely with one another.

It all depended on them and the reasons why Ijaat had brought them here.

[member="Anija Ordo"]
[member="Arumi Zy"]
[member="Evi Sohl"]
[member="Vilaz Munin"]
[member="Nolan Detta"]
[member="Ijaat Akun"]

 

[Julius Sedaire]

Ever with a flair for dramatics, Ijaat drew something out from his belt. It was a tiny chap book, made of a soft grey hide stamped with a symbol that hadn't been seen in almost a thousand years. Any protector here should know it. Any Mandalorian should really. He approached Arrbi, nodding his head. It felt odd to be in his old armor again, but given what he had been through, until he could work out the kinks in his custom gear, it was the best he had. And above all, it felt... Appropriate... Somehow, to be wearing this gear.

With a firm motion, he handed the book, oddly enough, to Arumi. He eyed the man with an appraising gaze, wondering if the hunch he had as the man spoke was right. If it was, he might well know it better than anyone here. This changed his ideas, but in a way it worked.

"I found this in my fathers things as I was moving from the old homestead to here. I can't verify it's authentic... But... I believe it to be.. Well... If not the original, than a copy written by it's original author, of the Supercommando Codex... Within the cover was coordinates to somewhere on Oovo IV, where Jango Fett first stole the Firespray Class ship his son would adopt and use. Given what it was found in... My hunch is, if that book is authentic, it relates back to what my father told me that, centuries ago, the Journeyman hid relics of the mandalorian race across the galaxy. This book. He used to tell me stories of things they had supposedly hidden. Schematics, weapons and armors of our forebearers. Things as simple as Kal Skirata's trademark knife to as legendary as the mask of Canderous Ordo."

Rolling his shoulders, he glance to Arrbi and nodded before speaking again, pacing a bit back and forth.

"What I am proposing is a mission to those coordinates to see what is there... If my father was right, then it will be a relic or several relics, and coordinates to another site with more. If the Protectors guard the borders, it makes sense for us to guard these relics as well, seeing that their stories and history continue on even today. I lack ships, I lack some of the engineering skills, or just the flat out finesse and knowledge to achieve this. So I turn to you, my vode, to help me.... To help our people..."

Anija Ordo | Arumi Zy | Evi Sohl | Vilaz Munin | Nolan Detta | [member="Arrbi Betna"]

 

[Arumi Zy]

Anija Ordo | Arumi Zy | Evi Sohl | Vilaz Munin | Nolan Detta | Arrbi Betna [member="Ijaat Akun"]


Arumi flicked his smoke away before taking the book, allowing the history of it flow through him with the force. It was old, but near as old as he was and it screamed with the legacy of power. Simply fact was Arumi was ancient, he had seen more then most would but he had also at many points abandoned his heritage as a Mandalorian for power and his sith legacy.

" I only met Mereel once, and it was brief and he was but a child. His Grand father had asked me to help with a raid on Trandosha against some slavers and he had been paid hansomely to destroy them. But During that time i was working to under mine a sith lord who had risen to power and was tinkering with forces i found destroyed Order.

He clutched the book and ran his hand over it, allowing the force to channel through him. He hated visions of the force, he hated seeing things that were impossible to decypher and obscured the path. but the force always had the answers and always had what would become and not what was wanted.

The force speaks to me through this book, i can feel its legacy and history but it leads to a thousand ends and beginnings. Cloudy and clear, obscure and reliable. If we follow this we will find what seeks us, we will find what we were ment to find. I wish i could contribute more then that, but when one looses their soul for power then Manda'yim means nothing to them. It has only been in the last few years have i returned to my people, but once long ago around one thousand or so years i knew a Skirata who was searching for ancient relics. He swore he had found something before he died do to Mandalore the Cursed fetted lust for riches. Maybe if we are lucky we can find his notes, i can not remember his name for the life of me" he patted his pocket and produced his smokes.

" Though rank matters little to me, i will follow you in this task. I am yours to command as i believe you will lead us to success" he began to reach out through the force " What we find may not be what we seek, but it is what must be found.".

 

[Nolan Detta]

[member="Arumi Zy"] [member="Ijaat Akun"] [member="Arrbi Betna"] [member="Anija Ordo"] [member="Evi Sohl"] [member="Vilaz Munin"]

Nolan stood proudly in the wind as the others arrived and gave their greetings. He waved to those who acknowledged him, and his awesome Cape of Awesomeness!!! Nolan walked to the group, Ijaat was explains the treasure that was hidden here. Nolan liked treasure. He wanted some.

"Well, me mateys! Seems like we R gonna have some fun. Eeyyee believe we'll be finding all the toys we be searchin for. Thank ye masta' Akun for allowing me on this 'ere 'venture. Where should we start? Aye."


The thought of carrying a piece of his history around was the greatest honor he could think of. The famous Mandalorians of the past had left behind the tools and trademarks of their lifetime. They alone were symbols of courage, honor and loyalty to the Resol'nare.

Nolan nodded to himself, mainly to no one as he affirmed these thoughts.

 

[Vilaz Munin]

The Warrior took off his buy'ce and clung it on his utility belt and from his pouches of his belt he took out a cigarette and lit it with a lighter that he also took out. He first met with Arumi who also was smoking a cigarette. He knew him from the bar who had bet fifty credits on him and in a battle against the Sith. The Dark Jedi Mandalorian gave him a shirt lecture of why old technology had their own advantages that new technology didn't had. "It still looks pathetic to me. Ain't Mando enough," was his only reply to the ancient Mandalorian who gave away his age. Probably the oldest Mando alive in the Universe.

Along with Arumi he walked towards the group of Protectors with his pet Vornskr at his side. The force sensitive animal could feel the force within Anija, Arumi, and Nolan, and began to growl due to that fact. "Shut it, Dalso," he commanded at his pet and the growling stopped but it still took cautious. Puff of smoke escaped from his mouth as he exhaled the vapor from his mouth. He face was neutral with long, greasy hair at eye level which veiled his eyes sometimes, but he would comb the hair with his hand behind his ears to not have his vision blocked by his hair. The same beard as always was still there which was trimmed exactly how he wanted and these features were the ones that were concealed by his helmet.

Now, the whole Protector Unit for this meeting was together and the Rally Master still had the cigarette in his mouth and was still smoking it. He didn't care if someone second handed smoke from it. It would stop until he finished the cigar completely or spit it out of his mouth unfinished. He listened to Arumi and Ijaat speak about the book that Ijaat owned and relics that were ancient and important to Mandalorian Culture. If he had found any relics especially armor or weapons of now dead Warriors he was going to hid and keep them on his home on Concord Dawn.

"Nolan, the hell? You drinking that whore, prostitute drink? Or you sleepin' with her?" After knowing the background of Nolan and how he was at the event of Ka'ra everyone assumed that off duty he was a screwup and had a sense of humor in everything scenario and situation. And drinking Circe Ale is the worst thing that anyone can do. Not sure if there was mixture of that whore plant or not. He held his cigar between his index and middle finger and spat at the ground. That fething woman disgusted him.

[member="Nolan Detta"] [member="Arumi Zy"] [member="Ijaat Akun"] [member="Arrbi Betna"] [member="Anija Ordo"] [member="Evi Sohl"]

 

[Nolan Detta]

"Hahahahahah, you...you. Funny guy. Hahah."

Nolan took his hat off and threw it at Vilaz. Taking a bottle of Circe Green from the boat, popping the top with his crushgaunt, he removed his helmet for a drink. He clipped it to his waist, the winds changed and his cape blew over his head while he stood there, regretting his decision to use the cape. It had taken his an hour just to get across the water to this island because the 'cape' kept flipping over his head, blocking his vision.

Nolan ripped off the cape and threw it at Vilaz as well. "Nuhun'a"

He looked back to the others , still carrying his confidence that always seemed to fuel his decisions, even bad ones. He smiled and drank more. The cold liquid quenched his thirst and aided his confidence to the next tier.

"So, what are we waiting for?! Let's move 'droten' I don't want to be 'ruug' when we finish."


[member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Arumi Zy"] [member="Ijaat Akun"] [member="Arrbi Betna"] [member="Anija Ordo"] [member="Evi Sohl"]

 

[Anija Betna]

[member="Ijaat Akun"] | [member="Nolan Detta"] | [member="Arrbi Betna"] | [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Evi Sohl"] | [member="Arumi Zy"]

Shaking her head at the antics of Nolan and Vilaz, Anija turned her attention back to the others for the moment She felt her senses prickle slightly as she birth felt and saw the vornskr at Vilaz's side.A glare went to Vilaz for a moment. "Watch your tongue, Munin. We are here to work together. Not to air our squabbles. If you can't abide by that, then leave."

A hand rose to run at her visor for a moment. "Oroo you say? Can't recall that I've been there, but it sounds like as good a place to start as any." She sighed softly, and reached out to grip Arrbi's hand. Her other came to rest on her stomach absently as she tried to organize her thoughts. 'How am I going to tell E'vi...? She asked herself. The shock regarding Ordo's death was still fresh.

 

[Evi Sohl]

[member="Ijaat Akun"] | [member="Nolan Detta"] | [member="Arrbi Betna"] | [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Anija Ordo"] | [member="Arumi Zy"]​

Happily accepting a hug from both her sister and her brother-in-law, E'vi remained silent and mindful as the others spoke up. Something lingered at the edge of her mind, almost like she'd lost her train of thought and forgotten even what it was. But it didn't matter much in that moment, and she made a vague mental note to ask Anija about it. As a force user, she might have insight to the peculiar dreams she'd been having of late.

It was a damn good thing she was wearing dark, mirrored sunglasses, that way no one could see the way her eyes rolled skyward and implored the manda for patience. There were times - alright, a lot of times - where she swore Cade was better behaved than some of her vod. Which, considering the little spitfire her son was, left much to be desired. Fingers rose to tighten her ponytail, then she clasped her hands at the small of her back, eyeing the book Ijaat held with a measure of care.

Where the others spoke, E'vi simply nodded her agreement. It would be a good journey...and a fine exercise in working together to achieve a goal.

 

[Anija Betna]

[member="Ijaat Akun"] | [member="Nolan Detta"] | [member="Arrbi Betna"] | [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"]

Frowning, Anija listened to Ijaat for a moment as he explained how he'd found the journal. Personally, Anija would love the chance to do something besides dominion worlds day in and day out. It got old after a while. And especially with a little one on the way, she couldn't keep running off to fight in wars for too much longer. There were other things which could use her attention these days. And the Protectors was certainly one of them.

She nodded as Ijaat continued to speak, and ignored the squabbling of the others. "Let's get this quest on the move then. I don't know about you, but I'm excited to see what relics and objects from the past we can dig up." She leaned over for a moment to look at the journal Ijaat held in his hands. "What kinds of things do you think we might find?"

 

[Nolan Detta]

Nolan trotted up next to Anija and patted her shoulder, "Meh thinks we may find some 'ole burried stuffs. May even find me something shiny and cool. If'n not one jacks it first."


He spoke in his best Vilaz accent.

[member="Anija Ordo"]

 

[Verz Horak]

[member="Nolan Detta"] [member="Anija Ordo"] [member="Evi Sohl"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Arumi Zy"] [member="Ijaat Akun"][member="Arrbi Betna"]

A Resol'nare class gunship skimmed the waves, with its sole passenger watching the ocean pass underneath him. The ship's engines pulsed and hummed in the background, his helmet's systems filtering out the worst of the noise. Verz Horak wondered why he had been asked to join the group of people at the island. He was told it had to be seen in person.

After a few minutes, the gunship arrived at the island, allowing its passenger to jump off, landing in the sand. Verz looked over at the group of people assembled on the beach, then started to walk over.

"Sorry I'm late. I had to get Cando up there to give me a ride.

 

[Julius Sedaire]

[member="Verz Horak"] | [member="Anija Ordo"] | [member="Evi Sohl"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Nolan Detta"] | [member="Arrbi Betna"]

Ijaat nodded again, grunting to Verz slightly with a wave, recognizing the man's armor as one of the ones he had sent a different missive, after the Protectors had been instructed to arrive. He paced slightly, being utterly uncomfortable with all the attention on him, but he collected his thoughts. Taking out a metal case, he pulled out what looked like a deathstick, but smelled more like a cigara, and lit it, literally from the flamethrower at his wrist, smiling and inhaling to exhale a waft of deep blue smoke that smelled faintly of spice before he tucked the now closed case back into the armor he wore.

Holding the cigarette in his hand lightly, he spoke then, including Verz in those who felt his gaze weighing on them.

"This is no simple mission.... We may find just a few trinkets, or we could be walking into a long gone fortress... I mean it's entirely possible someone has looted this site and booby trapped it, but if you want, we'll get on with it... Hope someone has a big enough ship for all of us....Not sure my patrol craft will work.."

OOC note: 48 hours to sign up in the OOC thread coming up shortly. After this we will conduct the first mission, which will uncover Firespray class ship schematics, the armor of Jaster Mereel, and the co-ordinates or clues to all other items for those participating, This thread will be left up for story purposes.

 

[Mac O Shenanigans]

Mac came late to the island gathering, landing his swoop bike and removing his buy'ce. Clipping it to his belt, Mac made his way towards the gathering of Vode. He may have been running slightly behind on when he was supposed to be here, but he was able to catch the last of what [member="Ijaat Akun"] had to say. Turning to his left, he gently elbowed [member="Verz Horak"], "I don't know about you, but I sure do 'ope t'ere is some dirty, dangerous fig'ting involved..."