Private Stoking the fire with Iron

[Connel Vanagor]

Unofficially Official
Open
Space

Michael, Gabriel, Azrael, Sariel, Raphael, Jeremiel, Connel, Raguel
[Any text in brackets signifies comm-link usage and not face to face conversation]

Encrypted Transmission

Subject: Request for Diplomatic Entry

To: Mandalore the Iron

Message Body:

To the Most Honored Mandalore,

In accordance with previous protocols and the spirit of mutual respect between our peoples, we humbly request permission to enter Mandalorian space. Our mission is one of peaceful intent, not warfare, and we seek an audience with you to discuss matters of significant importance to both our forces.

We are fully aware of the sovereignty and honor of Mandalorian space and will comply with all customs and procedures as expected. Our arrival will be discreet and in alignment with Mandalorian traditions of courtesy. We seek no conflict but wish to explore an audience.

Please advise us on the necessary steps to proceed. Our request is for entry into Mandalorian airspace, with full acknowledgment of your command and authority.

Transmission Ends

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S.E.R.A.P.H.I.M. Encryption Mode: Standardized (Mandalorian-compliant), Imperium Inaccessible

Aether Verd • Everest Vale​

 

[Aether Verd]

Assets: Beskar'gam | Basilisk
Darksaber | Resolute Dawn​

ENCRYPTED TRANSMISSION
RE: Request for Diplomatic Entry

Greetings,

Your considerate words have been noted. Your request for an audience has been Approved.

You and your cohorts may visit Sundari - coordinates have been attached to this message.

You will receive a formal escort for the duration of your stay on Mandalore and accommodations will be provided if you choose to tarry beyond our meeting.​

TRANSMISSION ENDS​

Connel Vanagor + Everest Vale

 

[Connel Vanagor]

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Michael, Gabriel, Azrael, Sariel, Raphael, Jeremiel, Connel, Raguel
S.E.R.A.P.H.I.M.[Any text in brackets signifies comm-link usage and not face to face conversation]

The message came through, and it was approved, before they could get going, “The Annunaki” was met on either side by escorts. It didn’t matter if either side could outrun or outfight the other. Neither were here for that, and it would defeat the purpose of why they were here to begin with. Michael was there, in the cockpit, or bridge or whatever they called it on this ship, where the pilots were. Just get us there, no aggression, follow their path and instructions to the letter. We’re not here to fight.

Meanwhile, in another section of the ship, there was a small “conversation”.

This sucks. Sariel was cleaning his main sniper rifle. Might as well, he wasn’t going to need it today, just the “S.M.R.,” Raphael was checking his own.

You want to complain why we’re doing this?

I get where you’re coming from, but we’re not looking for a fight. Are we?

We should be. I mean, even if not with them, with someone!

YOU tell the Jedi riding with us how you feel.

Connel knows…

Wasn’t talking about him.

Yeah, fair enough. He trusted her enough to bring her on, I can too.

Das’ a good boyyyy Everyone laughed at this as Sariel just looked at her, then laughed himself.

I am never going to live that down..

Connel was sitting in an open room, with a holocron in front of him. It was of his father, Caltin. The one of his recorded knowledge and history. Trying to get some leg up on how to be diplomatic. Connel was no diplomat, he was a “soldier” by all intents and purposes at this point. Of course he did not stop to think about how that would help him on this trip.

Jeremiel was busy giving Eve the “two credit tour” of the ship, even fitting her for gear so that she did not stick out when they were there. That is not to say that this would cause a problem, but you never know.

Master Jedi, sir. We are approaching the pre-designated coordinates.

Uh… thanks… Seraphim… He still felt weird about talking to an AI, this wasn’t normally his thing.[/COLOR]

Aether Verd • Everest Vale​

 

[Everest Vale]

Outfit: Personal Armour
Equipment: Lightsaber, Bracelet, Earrings, Seer Stone, Wayfinder's Flare, Engagement Ring
Tag: Connel Vanagor Aether Verd

Jeremiel's tour wound to a close in the living quarters.

"Thank you," she said with a small bow of her head, the words carrying the sincerity she felt. "You've been a gracious guide."

He returned the gesture with an easy smile before being called away, leaving her to her own devices.

Eve lingered a moment, fingertips brushing the edge of a bulkhead, before setting off down the narrow passageways at an unhurried pace. The hum of the ship wrapped around her thoughts. She was a Jedi Knight now — the words still felt new, almost fragile — and with them came a weight she'd only begun to understand. This mission was no simple escort or training exercise. It was a test of her worthiness for the title she now bore, and perhaps a chance to strengthen the Hidden Path's standing with the Mandalorians.

The thought of meeting them brought a flicker of excitement, tempered by a faint edge of intimidation. She'd heard the stories — fierce warriors, unyielding honour — and she couldn't help but wonder what they would see when they looked at her.

Somewhere ahead, voices rose in a burst of laughter. Connel's squad. Their banter carried down the corridor, easy and unguarded, and she found herself smiling faintly. Colourful was one word for them. Unapologetically alive was another.

Rounding a corner, she found Connel seated in an open room, a holocron casting its flickering blue light over his features. Even without looking closely, she could feel the focus in him, the way his thoughts were drawn inward toward the figure held in the projection.

She hesitated on the threshold, wanting to say something about Caltin but finding no words that felt right. In the end, she simply stepped forward.

"Connel," she greeted softly. "I hope I'm not disturbing." Her eye shot briefly again to the holocron, glimpsing the image of Master Vanagor. Her heart ached a moment. "Thanks for bringing me along to this. I'm excited to see Mandalore." Her tone was quiet, but there was no mistaking the sincerity in it. A moment passed, and she spoke again. "Have you... ever met this Mand'alor?"