Taming the Tigers (Mandalorian Dominion of Togoria: Open)

[Strider Garon]

Planet: Togoria
City: Caross
Location: Old Imperial fortress made to be Togorian Palace

The mandalorians had been invited to Togoria to discuss diplomatic relations and possible union of Togoria and back into the mandalorian fold. They were weary of the Republic encroaching upon their borders and thought it be best to have the toughest warriors in the galaxy watching their backs. Marshal Garon had only brought a small contingent with him as not to intimidate the Togorians for this was to be a peaceful transition. The mighty Margrave and his mate along with Strider had been at negotiations for some time with in the capitols, Caross, ancient imperial fortress that had been re homed as a palace.

Hours had gone by and finally the helmetless Strider, wearing his battle worn armor and golden half cape over his shoulder signaling his position as Field Marshal, and the two Lead Togarians exited the main keep’s entrance to the gathering that had formed with in the fortress walls with hopes of celebration and marry making between Mando and Togorian. The Margrave and his mate gripped clawed hands and raised them high in the air in victory. Terms had been agreed upon, The Togorians will voluntarily join the Mandalorian expansion, swearing loyalty to Mand’alor and paying a small homage of a 1% sales tax along with military support.

Today was a good day….

Strider raised his own hand in triumph roaring “OYA!” signalling the mandos that the meeting was a success.

 

[Turnbull Fett]

The Fetts had finally returned to the their proper place among the Mandalorians, and Turnbull's first task was to join the takeover of Togoria. They were an honorable species, or so it had been written, and 'Bull was confident they would make a welcome addition to the Mandalorian territories, even if he himself was still unsure exactly what planets the Mandalorians controlled.

From high above the planet, the ship that carried the Fett clan hovered in stationary orbit above Caross, comm channels open throughout the ship, Turnbull commanding the watch from the bridge.

"Oya!" he cried in unison with the bridge crew, and indeed, the entirely of the ship that weren't sleeping, ill, or otherwise disposed.

 

[Darth Banshee]

Sabrina was board the cruiser again, checking her rifle, and pistol, she new it had finally come. She had fight for the enemy, for greater good, as when serenno rebel`s. Other worlds will may see the way, and throw of these brutes. Then hopefully the mandalorians will, will realize they should serve the sith, as the true power of the galaxy. Then again they maybe too stupid to realize, this fundamental mental truth, force user are the galaxy chosen one`s.
As she was sitting their, the order came through, they where to deploy into the drop ship`s and wait. She hated being order around, by lesser being`s, she hated waiting as well. The was one thing she liked about this experience though, with the mandalorians, they where a family, and she respected that. They also have honour, they have a code, and they hard fighters. If they had the force, truly on their side, they be unstoppable. They really need to know, they should server her masters, they get everything they want, and need. Then galaxy would have, peace and order, they could enforce it.

 

[Garrus Garon]

...Garrus had been waiting with the contingent of Mandalorians who had accompanied Strider, his Brother, down onto Togoria for the negotiations between the two peoples. He wore his Mandalorian Armor which was battle worn and covered him head to toe save the helm which he'd removed, revealing weathered features set into a mostly serious expression, and held under his left arm securely. A Beskad was seen sheathed over his right hip; the Blade was large but it was well known Garrus could hoist the thing in a single hand as though it were childs play, the Warriors strength being immense. He also carried his Blaster Rifle in his right hand but this hung leisurely at his hip where it could be raised if required. Unlikely considering Togorians and the Mandalorians had a beneficial history. Aside from the obvious then Garrus also sported quite the large backpack which was actually a portible source of energy for the personal energy shield he wore over his hip. He preferred melee to ranged combat most days...

...there was only silence until Strider reappeared with the Togoria representatives, Garrus could read his Brothers expressions fairly easily, and when the Field Marshall raised his arm Garrus would have done likewise..."OYA!"...the call was issued back before he lowered his left arm and hugged his helm beneath it once again. "There was never any doubt Brother."...he said quite plainly as he moved closer to Strider so that he could congratulate him. Now that negotiations were over Garrus could indulge in a good drink and not just the pittance he had afforded himself before the negotiations had gotten underway. Gazing back over his shoulder and around the interior of this place he'd have been heard saying..."The Old Imperials made a solid fortress. It would be a good siege were we to need to defend or attack here."...only his opinion but where battle was concerned Garrus could be considered a learned individual...

...he stood with Strider but looked towards the other Mandalorians then, hoping to see his favorite Detta Brothers and one of the many attractive women the ranks seemed to swell with these days, it was good to have returned home when he did...​

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@[member="Strider Garon"]​

 

[Lina Djo]

Mia Monroe watched the proceedings silently. She raised her arm with the others. "Oya." she said softly. Another world under their belt, another point to attack from on the one hand, but yet another world that required defense. She sighed inwardly, the sooner this war got underway, the sooner she could breathe easy again. Though even as she thought it, she knew that it wouldn't be the case. The only time she could breathe easy is when she was not looking over her shoulder constantly and when she wasn't standing guard for her people. The only place she could breathe easy was aboard the Veil. Hidden from the world, with her man.

"Kandosii." she said softly coming up behind Garrus, her helmet clipped to her belt. Today was supposed to be a good day, but she still felt uneasy. "I'm keeping the fleet on standby." She offered Garrus a brief smile "Ret'lini." Moving away she selected a handful of soldiers to join her in keeping watch, only one was foolish enough to groan while she was still in earshot and paid the price when her hand slapped the back of his head, much to the amusement of his comrades.

@[member="Garrus Garon"] @[member="Strider Garon"]

 

[Sy' Lanat]

Sy stood inside a small building, he was near a window and watching the entrance to the fortress. Unfortunately he had failed to gain entry, due to high security he avoided that way, and was forced to find a better position to take his shot from.
He had been hired, anonymously, for a single assassination. He didn't know the target, he didn't know the reasons for this attepmt, all he knew was that he was ordered to kill the target to 'allow the people of Togoria to see the true side of the Mandos'. Sy had the funny feeling that this was a setup for his own capture, but it might also be a way of blaming the natives. He hid his sniper out of view of the window, but within hand's reach.
"First, shoot the Mando Leader. He will have a yellow or golden half-cape. Then shoot the two dignitaries of the natives. Finally make a run for it." He recited to himself, the commands he had been given. Then he continued in thought, "Now, firstly take aim on the half-cape, shoot.... head or heart. Hmm.....Heart.....No go for the head. Then shoot the two dignitaries, there will be a panic. But if I only see the Mando kill him, the natives are just a bonus. When half-cape exits the fortress wall, I aim and fire. Remember hit the head, hit the head, hit the head." He repeated the final part until he said it quietly to himself. Then he waited, silently watching the entrance for his target.

 

[Ariella Garon]

Coming into view of @[member="Mia Monroe"] right before the slap of one of the solider. Laughing at this ones misfortune. In her mind he did something to get Mai slap. Coming up even with Mai now after she had done so. Taking off her helmet, after she had done as told with the prementer. Smirking when she took of her helmet. So, he get a bit lip with your order did he. Ma'am the prementer is set up as per order. winking at the ones behind that was still laughing.

 

[Kable Detta]

Kable pumped a black, gauntlet fist in the air and shouted with his brothers and sisters
"OYA!"

While this was intended to be another peaceful negotiation, Kable still was fully armored and armed.
His black durasteel plates were battle worn. Kable was looking forward to changing them out for beskar plates once his promotion went through.
His beskad was sheathed on his back next to his jetpack. His heavy blaster pistol was strapped to his thigh and his rifle was slung over his shoulder and his bandoleer carried his 12 thermals. Yup, he was ready for peace.

Kable walked up to the Field Marshal and Garrus. Both men he had fought alongside several times now.
"Su'cuy! Detta has arrived. Now this party can start!"
@[member="Mia Monroe"] @[member="Garrus Garon"] @[member="Strider Garon"] @[member="Turnbull Fett"]

 

[Kad Kando]

Kad Kando pumped his fist in the air with his fellow vod. He was excited for the new opportunities that were being made for his people. He was even more excited for new prospective business opportunities. He'd be sure to run it through with @[member="Gilamar Skirata"] when all this was said and done. For now, he sat on a nearby supply crate and fiddled with the latest piece of kit the Cathar had created, the SAR 437 Blaster Repeater. He only had any experience with @[member="Mia Monroe"], and he doubted the veteran even remembered the mission. It didn't bother him to keep to himself just this once.

 

[Nolan Detta]

Nolan was about the area, doing what he does best, making mischief. He was running along the rooftops of the surrounding buildings, taking in the sights. He was combat equipped with his Kath Hound, jet pack, Beskad and a heavy blaster pistol and six thermal detonators. Moving along the roof he noticed some movement in a window across the way. Nolan blinked his HUD to his brothers comm...Movement, south side building, third floor window, two from the right. Keep an eye out.

@[member="Kable Detta"]

 

[Will Chain]

A ship appeared in the orbit of Togoria. It was a old light freighter with blue markings. The blue ion trails were sputtering a tad bit. Inside the cockpit there was only one audible alarm. It wasn't a big, flashy, loud light that filled the entire ship, put it's one of the most important. It was the low fuel light. The blue skinned Wroonian was doing a pretty good job hiding his concern but it was clear that if he didn't remedy it soon, he was going to be in trouble.

If he wasn't already in trouble. For some reason there were Mandalorian ships in orbit. Will Chain had no quarrels with them. Maybe they could help him out. He reached for the com link. "Hello? This is the Intangible to any ship or station. I'm low on fuel and any assistance will be much appreciated. I repeat, can anyone point me to the nearest fuel station?" he said.

 

[Kad Tor]

It was Kad's first time off of Mandalore, that was an achievement for him. The fact he was in full beskar'gam loaded down with his weapons was a grand feeling. Sure the event was meant to be peaceful, but an unarmed Mando'ad was rare. Even while working Kad managed to keep a couple of Vibroblades tucked into his boots. Honestly Kad just wanted to be ready for whatever came his way. Just because an event was supposed to be peaceful didn't mean it would always turn out that way. A good verd was ready for anything.

As the other Mando'ade released a cheer, Kad did as well. There was more to being Mando'ad than just contributing to society. They had pride as well, pride in their people, and pride in their accomplishments. The young goran could only wonder if his buir Solus had seen anything like this. Sure there had been stories growing up, but most were about the times when Mand'alor would call for all to rally toward his cause. Then he wondered if this pride was what Valen felt when he would venture off with other verde. Kad would never know.

He adjusted his Beskad, as it felt as though the sheath was slipping. It had only been his imagination, however it had afforded him a glimpse a familiar set of beskar'gam. @[member="Kable Detta"] was present, though he hadn't seen @Nolan Detta, though he was sure to be around. Kad clicked to Kable's comm.

"Su'cuy Kable! Good day to be Mando'ade isn't it?" By the way, where is that vod of yours, Nolan?"

 

[Turnbull Fett]

@[member="Will Chain"]

The converted Imperial Star Destroyer Ka'ra Yaim, now home to Clan Fett, received the hail from the small freighter.

"Intangible," said a female voice, "this is the Ka'ra Yaim. We are receiving you and have fueling stations aboard. You're able to pay, of course?"

Meanwhile, Turnbull Fett had exited the bridge and gathered a flight of antique but still servicable X-Wing fighters, including his own personal fighter and his R2 unit. "Galaar Squadron, let's take a ride!" A patrol would be good exercise for the pilots, who had had little to do during the long flight to Togoria.

 

[Gabriel Audemars]

Gabriel held his buy'ce under his arm as he inhaled a cigarette with his free hand, fist pumping along with the chant. "OYA!" He hollered, smoke escaping his mouth during the rally cry. He was prepared for anything right now. Fully equipped he put his buy'ce on, HUD flashing up shortly afterwards. He looked confident. He felt confident. Sure he had been away from home for a while, but this kind of feeling of almost brotherly love and respect for one another made him feel like he never left. He had met a few of them briefly but it'd be his first time actually working with any of them. It didn't matter who he worked with though, as long as he was fighting for the planet and for his vod, he would give his life.



Armed with 5 Hunter Killer Drones, 7 thermals and a BTI-CC13 with an underslung grenade launcher, a Brotherguard blaster pistol holstered on his thigh, he felt he was ready to tackle anything that got in his way, Blasters and Beskads would soon be the enemy's demise.
He mentally prepared himself, putting his buy'ce on, ready to take any orders.


Seeing someone he recognized: @[member="Kad Tor"] , the man who infact made his Beskar'gam, he gave him a quick wave, some gratitude involved obviously.

The now armor-clad Mandalorian slipped a cigarette through one of the six breathing holes in his helmet, lighting it. Goin' for some good old pre-battle chainsmoking here. No helmet was going to rid him from his precious cancer sticks.

He made sure his Cc-13 worked, but due to the little green light on the weapon, it showed that it was in proper working order. No surprise given its' "Ol' Reliable" nickname. The Brotherguard pistol also seemed to be working. And he wasn't going to test his drones here, so he assumed everything was good and that he was ready to rock.

@[member="Strider Garon"] @[member="Garrus Garon"] @[member="Kable Detta"] @[member="Turnbull Fett"]

 

[Briika Munin]

@[member="Strider Garon"] @[member="Turnbull Fett"] @[member="Garrus Garon"] @[member="Mia Monroe"] @[member="Tamara Lynn"] @[member="Kable Detta"] @[member="Nolan Detta"]

"Oya!" Briika Tor stopped for a moment and replied as all the other Mando'ade called out the rallying cry, then the red armored medic continued to make her way through the mass of vode gathered to find her younger brother standing next to the vod's whose beskar'gam he'd recently made. It did look kandosii on the man. The young goran had done good work.

"Su'cuy," Bree said with a friendly nod to @[member="Gabriel Audemars"] and a sisterly punch to @[member="Kad Tor"]'s arm. "You ready for a little celebrating, Kad'ika?"

The golden blonde was ready for whatever came wearing her "Kath Hound" shotgun in its quick release harness along with twin Westar-34's strapped to her shapely thighs along with various weapons on her gauntlets she seldom used and of course, her medpac.

 

[Darth Banshee]

Sabrina and the rest of the red legion platoon, where getting bored in the drop ship. Some of them started playing cards, some where cleaning the rifle`s. As they get deployed, if the mandalorians fail to threaten their enemy into submission. Half her hoped, the people down their did not submit, and beat these shutta`s of their planet. Though she new they did, they like the sand people would come back in greater number`s.
This made her smile, comparing the mandalorian`s to sand people. As they where both, capable fighter`s, in their own way, but nothing compared to the force. Though sand people did not go round taking other people`s worlds, just protecting their own territory, so sand people where better in way.
Corporal Jambak , told Sabrina Oi private kotass, get`s some water, sorted out for us all. She hated being order around, by him, he was not her equal. She held that inside, and hoped he was on guard duty, when she in position to enact her plan. She smiled and replied Yes sir, she new this usually came back with a retort. This time was no exception, Oi private, I work for living, don`t call me sir.
She then head off, to where the box`s of water where kept, and using a hand truck she brought a box in. The corporal waved at where to put it, and then she head back to put the truck back. She then head back, to her seat, as she did corporal, throw a bottle at her, and then said catch. She caught it, and then went back to her seat, and drank the water. As she pretend to read her book, on rifle maintenance, she was wondering how, thing`s where going planet side. As she went through, her plan`s in her head, what made putting up these fool`s bearable.

@Chupa La'Roi

 

[Will Chain]

@[member="Turnbull Fett"]
Will allowed himself a sigh of relief. "Roger, Ka'ra Yaim," he replied, "It's good to hear a friendly voice out there. I'm willing to pay, just point me in the right direction."
The Wroonian mentally calculated how much it would cost to fill his dear ship up. He shook his head. He could probably afford it but in the event that the numbers didn't quite add up he could barter with supplies. He might even get a job though that was doubtful. With the reputation they have and the seer numbers of them, it looks like the Mandos are gearing up for a fight. It may not be the wisest idea to stay but it could lead to an excellent adventure. Let's see how it goes!

 

[Strider Garon]

"Yes, this would be a defensible position if it came to it. Lets hope it does not for i would love to celebrate with out having bolts being exchanged" The old man would reply to his brother as he too watched his people bustle about with their own duties. Strider had completed his, he had negotiated the Togorians into the fold. Or at least what was left of them since their last host, the Sith, cleansed a good portion of the population with their brutality.

"I don't know about you vod'ika, but I plan on having a drink. You joining me?" Strider would invite his brother, @[member="Garrus Garon"], to escort him towards the makeshift bar the humanoid tigers had put together. "Maybe we show these young pups how to party? Then tomorrow we show the Togorians some military maneuvers in some friendly war games. We also been invited on a hunt as well and i plan to do this all with a healthy hangover."

With that Strider strolled over to the bar, looking upon the choices he had to drink thanking the Manda he had brought a personal stock of Tihaar. Taking a shot glass of the clear liquad that could be classified as engine degreaser, he raised it into the air cheering himself to victory before slamming it back. The harsh liquor burned all the way down, igniting his soul with a inferno of enjoyment that escaped with a cringed face of pain as he shook his head to the after taste.

 

[Matreya]

Dropping out of hyperspace, Damien clicked the correct combination of controls that would let his Dominus-Class Starfighter would slow its descent as he broke through the atmosphere. Veering down to the right, the man watched his surroundings pass for a moment until he saw fellow Mandalorian's. From there he landed and climbed from the craft.

As soon as his feet touched dirt, he heard the cry of victory - they had won another planet through peace driven means. The darkness inside of him did not like that, however he knew it simply meant less work for himself. Moving through the area swiftly, he neared the center of town where the Force whispered to him.

Though he was late, he still wished to be of use if any needed him.

 

[Aedan Miles]

Aedan Miles stood int he background of what appeared to be a celebration forgoing his Red Legion armor to wear the attire of his days as a pirate. He wore his weapons of course that would never change but his outfit was loose fitting and black concealing the hilts of his lightsabers in various places while the pistols he had taken to wearing strapped comfortably to his waist. He had recently spent the majority of his fortune at an auction buying various vessels one of which a Widow-class frigate was in orbit and another a Aleph-class elite fighter was parked nearby well within running distance of the young Dark Jedi. Yes he was a Dark Jedi knight working for the Mandalorians as a general of one of their legions. Did the young man care not really he had his own personal droids to use and then he had captains and commanders under him who commanded the Legionaries one such man was here now somewhere as was the man who had gotten Aedan into the position he was in now. [member="Strider Garon"] [member="Marrik Aloxum"]