The Feral Wolf: (Clan Raxis/Mandos)

[RC 212]

Location: The Raxis Homestead​

Objective: Develop Plans for the Raxis Clan Carrier Ship. The Feral Wolf​

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[member="James Justice"]​

[member="Freyia Whitelight"]​

[member="Jagen Wren"]​

[member="Kaeda Vevut"]​

[member="Gray Raxis"]​

[member="Kharn Maarrik"]​

[member="Kiber Thaxton"]​

@Palkay Thaxton​

[member="Seanna Vel"]​

[member="Nyx"]​

[member="Onna Sunrider"]​

[member="Sabine Kurtass"]​

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It was afternoon at the Raxis Homestead. Most of the daily chores had been accomplished, and Jack was on his way to the Enclave at the edge of his fields. As he walked he took in the crisp air and the smell of freshly ploughed earth, It was planting season, and young children of the Clan were skipping to and fro through the fields, playing in the dirt and mud.

"Hey go inside and clean up! Dinner will be soon!" Jack barked, a grin plastered on his face.


They were gathered there discussing plans for a new carrier ship. A large one, capable of carrying the clan into battle, whether by vessel or by drop pod. Or at least he hoped.

They were already in discussion about it in the main chamber as he entered. He wasn't clad in armor this time, just his dirty farmers overalls.

His Besk'ad and DL-44 were still at his hips, hung low and barely clinging on. The main chamber was large, it sported banners of the Red Wolf and Black background. This was primarily where the Knights of Raxis came to train. He felt oddly out of place as he took a seat at the round steel table.

A single hologram projector floated an image that they were working on. Jack leaned back and set his hand to his chin, stroking the stubble upon it.

"Well Vode, what have we come up with so far?"

 

[Nyx]

Nyx stood in the corner of the meeting, her grey hood pulled over her face, obscuring her blue eyes. She was still adjusting to life among the Raxis clan, and wasn't quite ready to don Mandalorian armor as of yet. For now, she continued to wear her black bodysuit, with her grey cloak over it. The woman was no shipbuilder, and was here to observe more than anything.
Her only concern was making sure this ship was capable of getting her onto the ground.

When [member="Jack Raxis"] entered, Nyx's attention was piqued. Finally, maybe they could actually get something done, now. The Dark Jedi watched him with interest, her eyes following him from under her hood.
She decided to throw in her two cents.
"Well, vode, my only requirement is it being capable of getting me on the ground. I'm no pilot."