Of Mand'alors and Mandalorians

[Adenn Kyramud]

Mand'alor, literally the leader of leaders. The Mand'alor of the Mandalorians was the one who rallied them together in times of need, led them against their enemies. The Mand'alor was/is no doubt the greatest Mando alive in some aspect or another, or at the least commanded many Mandalorians respect, something that was hard to properly do. The last Mand'alor was Yasha, and she had led the Mando'ade for years, so long that many knew only her as the Mand'alor. That changed though, she wasn't there for every attack against the Mando'ade for various reasons, which led others to perceive her as weak, even though she wasn't. She was forced to step down eventually because she couldn't keep going and for a time the Mando'ade were leaderless. They still are, but there were those that wished to be Mand'alor, and thus a call had been sounded. Let those who wished to be Mand'alor come and those who wanted a say, to look on.

Keldabe, once the capital of Mandalore, replaced by Sundari because of the New Mandalorians, it was still considered to be the capital by many Mando'ade. Now it would fulfill its purpose for the Mando'ade again. A call for a new Mand'alor went out and a meeting point was given. The Oyu'baat, the oldest cantina on Mandalore and perhaps the galaxy, was often used for meetings of Mando leaders, today would be no different. Only Mandalorians would be allowed in for this meeting, a meeting that would take place in the communal building built by MandalMotors in 40 ABY.

Adenn stood within the communal building, in the center of the large room. There was no pedestal for a speaker, no way to look at everyone who would be seated. In this room, you were told that no matter how much you looked, you couldn't see everything, thus the circular room. Seats lined the wall and went down 4 rows, with an open circle in the middle for the speaker, all in the same style as the oyu'baat itself. Currently Adenn stood there, with no one else in the room aside from Gunner, his second in command. People would be arriving soon, either from the oyu'baat or the separate door specifically for this building. In this area there were no guards, no one to regulate, for the Mando'ade would regulate themselves.

Sighing to himself, Adenn hoped that anyone who came with guards would let them stay in the oyu'baat and have some drinks. Within the communal building itself were drinks as well, but this area was more for those who wanted to become Mand'alor or watch the proceedings. Depending on how things went, there may be a duel later, and that'd have to happen elsewhere. For now though, it all depended on who would claim the title of Mand'alor. Looking around once more inside the communal building, Adenn just waited for the people to begin arriving.


Links:
Keldabe
New Keldabe(Chaos link to the city)
Oyu'baat

OOC NOTE:

Several people expressed interest of becoming Mand'alor and/or having an IC thread for it. So, here's that thread. It starts off in the Oyu'baat, but since multiple people will no doubt wish to have the spot, it'll end up turning into a duel thing sort of, once some IC stuff has happened. Let's enjoy this people, new Mand'alor and all that. Hehe

Edit Note:

This thread happens once the Sith have been pushed off the planet, so there's not really a major Sith presence anymore. Thanks, have fun

 

[Karsan Munin]

Out with the old, in with the new.

Or, same old, same old.

Mandalores came and Mandalores went.

The Sole Ruler, however- recently, was weak. Weak and caused his people to suffer, to fracture, to splinter.

He was there when the Mandalorians fractured, when she cast out the Mando'ade and caused wounds that had yet to heal. Now, with their planet burning, the Sith's shadow looming over the Mando'ade- Karsan determined that he would be there again, to watch, to observe. He would be there when the weak fought among themselves again, looking to see who was the better.

But in reality, all the ones that were viable to be a true Mandalore-

Well, they had no interest in being there.

Then again, Karsan had been wrong before.

He rubbed his hands together, sat silently, his helmet still adorned atop his head. For now, he sat silently, watching to see who would lay claim to the title.

 

[Taru Cadera]

If there had been guards posted outside of the cantina, then Taru would have been denied entry due to his age. As a youngster with his Verd'Goten still being scheduled, Taru wasn't technically Mandalorian enough to partake in the decision making or leadership, but he did have enough power to run his own factory, which was currently supplying multitudes of Mandalorians with their Shock Maces and Ash'amurs. The only thing truly holding him back was his age and the fact that he had yet to undergo his Verd'goten, so the title and rank of Mand'alor was out of his reach, or so he thought.

Walking in through the side door with his pure black pet Nexu Arceus in tow, Taru was excited. He was suited up in his armor, with its partial cloaking up to make it seem as if only the outer layer was the only thing moving and that no one was in the armor. All a facade to impose his strength. On his back was an Ash'amur, at his hip lay a Shock Mace, and in his hand was one of the two pieces of Crystallized Void. His piece, to be exact.

"Arceus, batha'r! (Arceus, heel!)" he commanded, and with a skidding stop to its scampering, the nexu complied. Now it was still a young cub, but it was nearing adolescence fast. Normally, during a nexu's adolescence, the cub would act out more and training during this time would be more difficult, but this was only half true, for the bond between trainer and nexu only strengthened as the cub became more intelligent and receptive to commands. "Adenn!" Taru said gleefully, "Meg jate? Meg ti ibic urcir, bal liser Ni temya'r vaal bic? (Whats good? Whats with this meeting and can I stay?)".

[member="Adenn Kyramud"] | [member="Karsan Calnov"]​

 

[Mig Gred]

A new Mand'alor.

Honestly, Mig wasn't sure what to do. He could attempt to claim the mantel sure, but he'd rather see who would attempt to first. See what they had to say. He already figured most, if not all by now, there would know his clan was a clan with many Force sensitives. Osik! They even had their own title: Mando'ad'jetii. He leaned back, flanked by the free-droid Mandalorian Mynock and Beast Mater Talyn, who currently had her jai'galaar Ca'tra on her shoulder, scissor beak making it clear why he wasn't free and flying.

As he walked in, Mig noticed the familiar faces of [member="Taru Cadera"] and [member="Adenn Kyramud"] , but there was one he didn't immediately know. Actually, he didn't recognize the vod at all. Mig looked at the others, waving them off to do their own things while he walked up to those he knew. "Adenn! Taru! Su cuy'gar!"

While Mig talked with the others, Talyn got curious about the new to her Mandalorian. She walked up, letting Ca'tra fly off and perch nearby. She kept her helmet on, but there was a bit of a glare in her eye.

"Ni ganar draar haa'taylir gar (I have never seen you)." Her voice had almost no emotion. She'd still been trying to bury the idea that her son was killed on Concord Dawn, and it was beginning to show.

[member="Karsan Calnov"]

 

[Valdus Bral]

The loud crashes of Valdus’ feet heralded his arrival, his large stature dwarfing his battle-hardened warriors. Valdus needed no introduction to the denizens of Mandalore, most of the world had engaged the Sith Empire and those who were command of the defense of Sundari had faced the worst of it. As such, those Mandalorians who had significant roles in such historic battles were quick to be recognized in the age of widespread holonet usage. As for Valdus’ part he had lead and organized the majority of the defense of Sundari and despite the surprise attack from their former ally, the Mandalorians held firm and retained control of Sundari and of Mandalore. The losses were staggering, those who gave their lives would not be forgotten nor would the treachery of the Sith.

Valdus waved his right arm, dismissing his retinue of soldiers who then went about their business - most went to purchase drinks and food for what would likely turn into blood sport. The rest that did not make their way to the bar instead found seats within the rows around the opening for the speakers. Noting that [member="Adenn Kyramud"] and [member="Mig Gred"], Alor of the Mortui and Gred was stationed in the center Valdus assumed that they would also be claiming the title of Mand’alor. Never breaking stride Valdus joined the three in the center, not paying much attention to [member="Taru Cadera"] , he looked down at the trio, though he said nothing. What was there to say? Valdus believed himself to be the most qualified and most deserving of Mand’alor, he had a vision and he did not trust anyone else with the execution of it. This would come as no surprise to anyone, the Alor of Bral had been open when asked if he would try for the position, and he had garnered support from his years of service and stalwart defenses - even if victory on the large scale had been snatched from the Mandalorians.

The most recent assault on Mandalore had caused the Mandalorian to develop a mentality that was just as rough and battle-worn as his armor which now sported fresh gouges, cracks, and scratches from fighting on the front lines for Sundari. After staring down at his fellows, his helmet turned and looked towards the congregating denizens. If he won their respect and their allegiance, they would also be his responsibility. The entire culture of the Mandalorians would be his responsibility, a weight so heavy that it would break those with lesser resolve.

 

[Karsan Munin]

Karsan didn't even turn his head to the woman that approached him. He remained leaned forward, glancing to the center of the room. He rested an elbow on his knee, inclining his body forward, callously telling her non-verbally that he had no intention of talking to her.

"Congrats."

[member="Mig Gred"]

 

[Kay-Larr]

The call came and she answered. Being the only one left of Clan Raxis, she was bound to come. Besides, she had much to catch up on.

Kay arrived via a hired transport. Her own ship was lost in space somwhere, so she had to travel through other means. It wasn't quite worth it for her to get another ship as she didn't travel much these days. She wasn't in her right mind to handle it.

She stepped into the meeting room in the communal building. There was no one in attendance with her. No guards, no pets, no nothing. It was just her. Kay wasn't here to challenge anybody, she was just here to observe for her own sake. [member="Adenn Kyramud"] was her part of her family and she was sure to support him if needed. [member="Mig Gred"] was also one that she knew. Her eyes narrowed ever so slightly as she saw [member="Karsan Calnov"] . Their only meeting wasn't a good one. It was filled with a lot of anger on his side. No doubt nothing had changed since then. Maybe if he had one of her 'special' teas he'd be better. She could think of a couple of brews well suited for him....

Kay didn't give him much regard however. Instead she took a seat and waited to see who else would show.

[member="Valdus Bral"] [member="Taru Cadera"]

 

[Zahim Markona]

Not long after Alor Australis arrived, did another individual walk into the bar. A tall man, easily standing above the baseline human adults in the room. He was clad in beskar'gam shaped and painted to look like bone, seeming to emulate the early Crusader style of the Taung. Across his breastplate was a sash depicting the snarling sabercat of his clan's heraldry. He was Tarrok, son of Volkan, newly elected alor of Clan Haran'jai. He glanced across the room through the fiery orange visor of his helm.

"Well. This is quite the menagerie." He chuckled bitterly.

He removed his helm, revealing the face of a younger man, barely into his thirties yet having the aged scars and weathered look of a rough upbringing. Dark eyes seemed to glare in particular at the three Force Sensitives: General Australis, the witch from Clan Raxis, and the man from Clan Gred. Damned sorcerers, his father would always say. He had his late father's axe strapped to his back, seeming in an almost paranoid preparation.

He pulled out a small flask of kri'gee, as he took a seat nearby. He let the drink's bitterness slide down his throat before looking back to attention, sealing the flask back into its pouch.

While he had interest in the office of Mandalore, he was more there to lend his clan's support behind the candidate most in line with their values. And to lay forth his anger with the other clans for being deaf to his father's warnings about the Sith.

[member="Kay Arenais"] | [member="Kaine Australis"] |[member="Valdus Bral"] | [member="Mig Gred"] | [member="Taru Cadera"] | [member="Karsan Calnov"] | [member="Adenn Kyramud"]

 

[Adenn Kyramud]

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Adenn watched silently as people began filing in. These were the Mandos who would help decide the future of Mandalore, these Mandos would help decide the next Mand'alor. Sighing, Adenn stood fast in the center of the communal building. When Taru appeared, Adenn honestly couldn't say he was surprised, if he'd been around when the last Mand'alor had been chosen and was also that young, he would've gone too. That's not to say he really approved of Taru being there. Then again, the lad just needed to do his verd'goten and he'd be an adult by Mando'a standards. Sighing again, Adenn turned his head to face Taru.
"Su'cuy Taru'ika. Yes, you may stay for now, but don't get involved." Staring straight into Tarus eyes, Adenn said it again. "Do not get involved."

Turning his head to Mig, Adenn nodded to the man and returned the greeting. Shortly thereafter Valdus arrived, though he heard the walking mountain long before he saw him. Turning to both Mig and Valdus, Adenn nodded his head once more.
"Su'cuy vode, glad to have you here."

Adenn turned back to the crowd and observed them once more. He saw various people that he knew and didn't know, some from his clan were there as well, and he nodded to each and every one of them. Eventually he spotted the shriek hawk that someone had brought with them. That caused him to do a double take in his mind, as he'd thought they were extinct. Noting the Clan Gred colors of the person who had come in with it, Adenn turned to Mig.
"So, resurrecting dead species now too?" He motioned towards the shriek hawk. "I thought they were all dead."

Once that was done, Adenn turned back to observing the people still coming. Eventually he saw Kay and Kaine, along with a few more Mando'ade that he didn't know. Chuckling, Adenn brought 2 fingers to his brow and cave a mock salute to Kay before turning his attention to Kaine. So the man had died, Adenn had assumed as much, but it had never been confirmed for him, so he didn't know what to truly think. Quirking an eyebrow at his nonchalant comment about being better, Adenn didn't think the man was, but he wouldn't say anything for now. Then he nodded his head to being there for the Kyr'bes. People wanted to elect a new Mand'alor or put themselves forward, so here is where they'd meet, and Adenn had said he'd organize the whole thing.

Turning towards his vode standing in the center with him, Adenn nodded to them before speaking quietly to the group.
"For now vode, I'd like to ask you to take a seat. I need some space for this starting, and I'd like you all to hear it as well."

Waiting until they were all seated or at least away from the center, Adenn looked around at those gathered once more. Waiting a few more minutes before beginning, Adenn eventually spoke up. He spoke loudly and clearly, quieting everyone down, while speaking Mando'a(I won't be typing out the translation as well, it'll be in English, but IC it's said in the Mando tongue.)
"Su'cuy vode! I'm glad to see so many vode here for such a momentous occasion. You all know why we're here, so I won't say it again as you don't need to be reminded of everything like aruetiise." Chuckling, Adenn swept his gaze over the crowd. "Firstly, several people have expressed an interest in becoming Mand'alor, but there can only be one! We all know this, but it also means that some of you who want to be Mand'alor will have to yield to the better choice. This isn't for us," He was pacing around slowly in a circle, gazing at everyone, T-visor meeting eyes and other visors. "this is for Mandalore, for the Mando'ade. If you can't give your all for our people, then you can't be the Mand'alor."

Turning around once more while pacing, Adenn walked back towards where he had started.
"This is how we'll do it vode. If you believe you are fit to lead us, to be the next Mand'alor, join me here in the center." Adenn knew at least of his closer vode in this room were interested in the Mand'alor spot in some way. That wasn't including himself of course, nor the others that Adenn didn't know. Looking around, Adenn waited to watch and see who would step forward.

[member="Tarrok Haran'jai"] [member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Kay Arenais"] [member="Karsan Calnov"] [member="Valdus Bral"] [member="Mig Gred"] [member="Taru Cadera"]

 

[Kay-Larr]

Spoiler

Witch from Clan Raxis?? Witch?? Ha! Never!

Kay blinked as she saw [member="Kaine Australis"] . Wasn't he supposed to be... "Good to see you too...." First her husband and children were alive And now Kaine?? How much of her reality was misconstrued? It was starting to make her question everything. No doubt she'd have to actually take out a datapad and look things up one of these days. Although false stories had been made there too.

Unfortunately she wasn't fluent in the Mando tongue. Her daughter Lori was much better at it. Although Kay could pick up on some of the words here and there, she was glad that there wasn't going to be a test for her on the subject. Hearing it and translating it in her head was much different than trying to speak it herself. She just didn't spend as much time among them as her daughter had.

Still she understood the jist of it and remained where she was seated, doing what she came here to do which was just to be there and observe.

Tarrok Haran'jai Kaine Australis Karsan Calnov Valdus Bral Mig Gred Taru Cadera

 

[Vox Stath]

A little way from the centre of the action, Vox Stath watched the events unfold before him with quiet stoicism. Until all those who deemed themselves worthy to be Mand’alor announced themselves, there was little for the Zabrak to do. There would not be a representative of his clan declaring today, with the Alor staying back on Nar Shaddaa making sure everything was ticking away nicely. As Ver’alor, Vox was here to represent Clan Sharratt's interest at the summit, and be as certain as he could that whoever became the new Mand’alor, they followed the Resol’nare as emphatically as they were meant to. Many of his clan had travelled from wherever in the galaxy to be here, Vox himself had shared transport from Nar Shaddaa with his clan brother and friend, Bacchus. Whilst the Zabrak was purposely being quiet and keeping to himself, it was quite difficult to fade into the background whilst having a nine foot tall Cragmaloid as a travel companion. All the same, he was glad for the company.

His focus shifting back to the now rather sparse centre circle, Vox watched as Adenn Kyramud cleared the area and addressed the growing crowd with respect, and unmistakeable confidence. He took note of this, and whilst Adenn looked impressive so far, it was easy to be the obvious choice with no other competitors. He briefly scanned what faces and clan markings he could see to try and work out who else may be throwing their hat into the ring. This was a pointless task, the clans here were numerous and he barely recognised a handful of those faces that he could even make out from where he was situated. What he did recognise was faces looking back, several of them indeed. Glancing again at his towering compatriot, Vox wondered if it was Bacchus’ sheer size that drew the not so veiled glances, or rather who they were here to represent. Time would tell.

 

[Valdus Bral]

Valdus turned his attention away from the gathering crowd and a figure in the distance that looked like his recently deceased ally, [member="Kaine Australis"] , and returned his attention to Adenn who was only a few feet from him. As Adenn told the others to take a seat, Valdus did not move. As far as Valdus was concerned he and Adenn were Alors, neither were the superior of the other, not yet. However, Valdus’ objection was silent, he preferred to speak with actions rather than words. This was to be a the choosing of a new ruler and he would not submit to someone he also knew was vying for the same title he was. Additionally, he had already known that those seeking to claim the title of Mand’alor would be drawn to the center, there was no reason for him to play musical chairs.

As Adenn spoke and did his challenging circle Valdus broke his silence and spoke in a rumbling, canid voice, “ Enough of this posturing and speeches.” Taking two steps forward to put his large body into the direct center of the room. He began again, “ I, Valdus Bral, Alor of Bral lay claim to the title and position of Mand’alor!" his previous low growl became a bellow before lowering once again, assuming that he had gained the attention of those around. "I will lead the Mando’ade into an era of reclamation… and terrible vengeance against the dar’jetti and jetti alike, as well as raze the very planets beneath the feet of our foes. Our enemies will be reduced to ash by my reckoning … that is what I promise. Any that oppose my ascension speak now so that we may proceed, but I warn you now - my resolve is unwavering, if you oppose me now I will not restrain myself. This is not a game - not a festival, this is the future of our people.”

He then fell silent, the towering Mandalorian scanning the crowd, but then resting on Adenn’s pacing figure. He knew who his main adversary would likely be, there was no point in searching the crowds further for challengers that Valdus did believe would step forward.



[member="Vox Stath"] [member="Kay Arenais"] [member="Adenn Kyramud"] [member="Tarrok Haran'jai"] [member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Mig Gred"] [member="Taru Cadera"]

 

[Bachus]

Oyu’baat Cantina​

Keldabe, Mandalore​

Bachus ducked through the entrance way and stood to his full height at well over 9ft tall. Striding through the Mandalorians in front of them, they simply gave way to the hulking cragmaloid. His armor was hand crafted beskar in plates of gold, black, gray and white. A gatling laser cannon that looked like it had been ripped off of a light freighter was resting across his back. The cracked shield clan insignia was adorned openly and proudly.

Clan Sharratt had arrived. Bachus looked at the t-visors of the other clan members gathered, almost daring them to say a thing about Clan Sharratt being dar'manda, dishonorable, criminal suck-ups...any of the things that would be said behind their back. A mandalorian did that to Bachus' face...once.

Followers of the Resol’nare, Clan Sharratt was a traditional Mandalorian clan, but mistrusted due to their long-term service to Black Sun. The entire clan was on contract with the powerful underworld organization that was beginning to sweep through Hutt Space—Clan Sharratt was a large part of the victories they were enjoying—including Bachus.

His red eyes looked at the Mand’alor candidates up and down with a smirk. His mind wandered at how he thought he could crush all of their skulls and make it easy for Mando’ade to pick a new leader, but that was not what his orders were. Clan Sharratt was there to support the new Mand’alor and make sure Mando’ade knew that they were no dar’manda among Clan Sharratt…and would answer the call to Mand’alor when it was given.

Black Sun had interest in who would become Mand’alor, but even if their choice did not get it, they would support the new Mand’alor…such was the way of things.

Bachus came to stand next to Vox Stath and stood with his arms crossed. His large trunk swayed gently, denoting his thoughtfulness of the proceedings. Leaning down, he said quietly to Vox Stath in Mand’oa, “All this talk about how they are going to raze planets and strike back at the darjetii and the jetii alike. Mando’ade needs to get their poo doo together. This is a slimo show…”

Valdus Bral Vox Stath Kay Arenais Adenn Kyramud Tarrok Haran'jai Mig Gred Taru Cadera

 

[KitKat]

Kat'ra was in a strange galaxy. It was a galaxy far different than the one she had left. One constant she knew she could count on were the Mandolorian people. Her people. If anybody could help her figure out what happened it would be them. She had bartered a ride to the homeworld and was now in the city, but unsure who to go to. The clans here might be different. They may not even be unified. She might be thought of as an enemy. It was the only chance she had though.

[member="Bachus"]


((it's short but it gets me in the door. ))

 

[Zahim Markona]

Tarrok watched as two candidates come forth into the center. All the speeches of destroying the enemy made anger rise in his heart. He looked upon those who had joined in the ring so far, and stood himself. Dark eyes faced down the room. His large frame treaded into the center. He unsheathed his father's axe from his back, pounding its handle onto the ground beside him with a thundering slam. He held it like a badge of honor.

"I am Tarrok, Alor of Clan Haran'jai of Zanbar." He spoke clearly with a snarl, "And I bid my claim as Mand'alor."

He held the axe by his side some sort of savage scepter. He contemplated what he was going to say next. He returned his attention back to the audience at hand. He lifted the axe for all to see.

"This is the axe of my father, Volkan." He looked around the room, "Years ago, he warned you all the price of dealing with the Sith was. His warning fell on deaf ears. He died in New Keldabe, defending her against the Sith horde. As did many of my kin. As with many of your kin."

Emotion carried in his voice. Sorrow for losing a father. Anger for those who did not listen. Lust for vengeance against those who razed his people in fire. He lowered the axe back down to his side, resting it with a gentler thud.

"Should the Gods favor me as your leader..." He said, "I will not let the threats of sorcerers cause such widespread death again. I will help rebuild and reforge our people stronger. And, I vow this...I will seek out any traitor who allies themselves with the Sith and their lot and build a throne from their skulls. Long live Manda'yaim! Long live the Mando'ade!"

 

[Vox Stath]

Vox watched the perspective candidates speak their piece, have their say. The talk of warfare, might is right, was certainly louder than all much else. It was what got a lot of Mandalorian blood boiling. Vengeance, conquest, the Mandalorian way. Not always the way Vox saw it, but he would do what the Mand’alor saw was the best course of action. Which why choosing the best Mand’alor became so important.

Vox may not be the decision maker as far as his Clan was concerned, but he was here representing Sharratt, and his Alor trusted him to make the right choice when it came down to it. So far there was little that impressed him. “Strong talk meant to impress us, my friend. Although I believe Alor Bral would deliver on it. There’s a one who would see the galaxy burn at his feet.”The Zabrak spoke softly to his Cragmaloid ally, the brief exchange in Mando’a not liable to be overheard by any but the most determined of eavesdroppers. It was when looking past Bachus that Vox’s attention was drew elsewhere.

A female he did not recognise as belonging to any clan he was aware of, shuffling into the crowd and close towards them. Perhaps drawn in by the natural gravitational field a being as large as Bachus was sure to generate. Gears ticked behind the clear blue eyes of the Ver’alor. It took a few moments for it to formulate, but when it did he stepped forward before the female with strong intentions. He batted his arm twice against the broken-shield crest on his chest plate, before extending the arm fully in friendly introduction. “Olarum. Ver’alor Vox Stath. Well met.” Whilst not knowing this woman, or even her name, this was Mandalore and they were amongst family. A stranger was just a friend you hadn’t met yet.

[member="Bachus"] [member="Kat'ra Smart"]

 

[Karsan Munin]

Karsan remained silent, watching all of them come forth, stake their claim, make their boasts.

Strength came from silence.

He addressed [member="Adenn Kyramud"] first, rising to a stand. Karsan wasn't particularly tall- but he carried in violence and in presence more than height would.

"Same old, same old. Wash, rinse, repeat from the last. You're about as blind as they come. The whole galaxy came down on you, and you think you can still win."

He turned towards [member="Kaine Australis"]. He had a mixed bag of emotions about the man. But he respected his honesty. Karsan wasn't a leader, a uniter, a healer. He empathized with the man. All he did, all the things he tried to do, were for his people. Not necessarily Yasha- that blithering, weakness of a cancer. No, Kaine acted for the Mando'ade as a whole.

And that earned him a respectful nod, after of course, Karsan took off his helmet to give him a respectful look.

And then, the Black Suns came and uttered their horrid tongues.

[member="Bachus"] got a death stare, and then he spoke again.

"Black Sun dogs ain't fit to be in this. You're less than a dog, criminal. You dishonor yourself by wearing our armor and calling yourself a Mandalorian while fornicatin' with the devil of avarice."

Karsan stood up finally, leaving his helmet on the chair.

[member="Valdus Bral"] got an equal stare of hatred, of disrespect.

"You all think that strength in combat gives you real power? That your ability to whoop the snot outta all the other contenders makes you the best? Well, I seen that, I seen that time and time again. And here we are, fractured, with half the ones who got us free of Mia Monroe runnin' 'round the galaxy, afraid to come home, or even worse, they don't wanna."

He took a deep breath, before speaking again.

"You all talk of ash, of unwavering violence, of resolve. But you should be looking inward, not outward. We ain't like we were. Yasha and her cronies- you all included- did some serious damage to our people. How you gonna fix that? I don't give two craps 'bout your ability to wage war on a buncha Jetii. Na, no- all you standin' there in the middle need to tell us what your plan is to fix our broken people 'fore you even think about the word war."

 

[Taru Cadera]

For the first time in his life, Taru felt afraid of for family. Even during the Sith Invasion of Mandalore during which he was renegaded to a sniper's position he had not felt such fear.

His Uncle/Grandpa had told him on no short terms that he was to not get involved, and sadly he could not get involved. For the twelve year old mind of a Mandalorian, especially one not yet of age, the idea of leaping to the unknown and taking charge were fabulous ones. But when his adopted mother's husband stood to seemingly lay claim to the title of Mand'alor, that was when Taru got worried. He fidgeted in his seat, not wanting to listen any further. A rift in the family was happening before his eyes, and if the Mandalorians were to stay strong then no family could be fighting against itself. Thankfully, Kaine was not challenging the others, just asserting his plan to attack the Jedi. Thank Manda'yaim.

Two more stepped up to the middle of the room while Taru squirmed trying to hold himself back from joining them and going against Aden's wishes. But dang, would he ever get a chance to do so again? He did not hope for that day to come any sooner than it would, for he knew that no matter who became Mand'alor today, he would support them fully. Well, maybe not each of them, he thought to himself as a cragmaloid walked into the room. Chest all puffed out it seemed as if its intimidation tactics were... lacking to say the least. Maybe just a tad bit arrogant. Either way, the Elephant in the room greatly overshadowed the newcomer in the bone armor in just how recognizable they were. Now Taru had nothing against cragmaloids, having never seen one in person before today, just this one seemed so arrogant in its strength that it could just claim the title of Mand'alor (which any Mandalorian who has passed their Verd'goten can do, and Taru knows this). Either way, this meeting was going to be interesting as it decided partly the future of the Mandalorians, and because Taru had been given permission to view the meeting firsthand and not through some holorecording of the event.

[member="Adenn Kyramud"] | [member="Karsan Calnov"] | [member="Mig Gred"] | [member="Valdus Bral"] | [member="Kay Arenais"] | [member="Kaine Australis"] | [member="Vox Stath"] | [member="Tarrok Haran'jai"] | [member="Kat'ra Smart"] | [member="Bachus"]​

 

[Bachus]

Oyu’baat Cantina
Keldabe, Mandalore


Bachus’ red eyes turned to the Mandalorian without his buy’ce named Karsan and grinned maliciously. His deep, rumbling voice, brokered no room for interpretation, “You speak of us, 'once-Sith'? I should crush your stormtrooper head like a grape, but you are mando’ade so I will forgive your little Sith rumblings and let your pathetic words fall off my shoulders like rain. You don’t know me, boy. You don’t know my clan. Don’t presume to know us. We have more honor in our pinky than you do in your in your entire Confederacy. Next time you step up to the plate, whelp, I will squash you like the honorless hut’uun you are. You think you can roll up and insult my clan when you don’t know me? You better think again and step away before you get yourself hurt, vod.”

Points to Ardasz Verd, "Best bit of sanity I have heard all day..." (referring to the post below)


Valdus Bral Vox Stath Kay Arenais Adenn Kyramud Tarrok Haran'jai Mig Gred Taru Cadera

 

[Ardasz Verd]

"Everyone else's wars are a profit for us," Ardasz huffed as he pushed through the doors and hailed for a drink. The renown haste of the Oyu'baat saw his thirst quenched within the minute. Still, the dark haired Verd continued to walk until he found a stool and sat himself down. "But in recent times, wayward, would-be rulers brought war to Manda'yaim. When the planet burns, we don't see that money," Ardasz took a long sip of his ne'tra gal and then placed the mug on the counter before whirling around and reclining with both elbows on either side of his drink.

"We have to continually rebuild, we have to continually start from nothing. What we need is not a Mand'alor, what we need is to rediscover what it is that our people are.

He glanced at all those gathered and heaved a sigh. "We are farmers, engineers, builders, warriors- but beyond all that, we are a culture that is not defined by any single aspect. Mando'ade lost the last war when they let themselves become obsessed with controlling territory and expanding borders."

Ardasz gestured to [member="Karsan Calnov"] and reached back for his drink. "We need to remember how to be a people. We need to cede power back to the Clans, and just let time heal the wounds that have festered on Manda'yaim."