Private The Iron's Call

[Renn Vizsla]

R O O N

Tag: Aether Verd



The Warden of Roon scrolled absently through his Datapad looking over different events that had arisen since he had left Roon to make his way to Mandalore after being summoned by the Man'dalor himself, Aether Verd . Renn's fingers danced over the Datapad, sending directions and orders to different members of his staff to resolve situations for him as he continued to be away.

The Comms flickered to life as the ship approached the homeworld of the Mandalorian's. "Mandalorian Vessel, please provide transponder codes and await for further instructions." The voice came over the comms, the planetary defense awaiting the instructions from his vessel. Renn glanced towards the cockpit as the pilot finished sending over the codes as an audible chime came, "Ah yes, you are permitted to land at the Starport and a shuttle is prepared for the Warden's arrival."

He stood up, adjusting his glasses as he moved to the cockpit of his vessel his eyes glanced down to the pilot a soft sigh escaping his lips, "Tavik, don't leave the engine running this time, unfortunately I do not think this will be a brief meeting as much as I continuously wish they all could be, I will allow you to leave the vessel unattended for some time to deal with any affairs that you may have on the homeworld. I will send you notice of my intent to return, best the ship be ready for departure before I am." His voice is calm and measured, carrying a quiet weight that demands attention even when he speaks softly. There’s a low, steady tone to it... controlled and deliberate, as if every word has already been calculated before it leaves his lips.

As the landing gear rested on the deck of the Starport, the hum of the engine that had once filled his ears turned off abruptly as it winded down. Renn made his way down the steps of the vessel as his shoes clacked against the metal floor of the flight pad as a pair of Mandalorians made their way towards him. Lawkeepers, as one of them spoke the voice deep as it slipped from his helm, "Warden, we have been ordered to escort you to the Mand'alor." Renn gave them a nod as the pair lead him towards the shuttle.

The thought that had run through his mind over and over again since the message had arrived at his office, What could the Mand'alor want an in person meeting with me?

Spoiler: Wearing

 

[Aether Verd]

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

COURT OF IRON, MANDALORE

The Mand’alor had summoned the Warden of Roon for more reasons than one, yet it was the state of the wider Galaxy that had weighed most heavily on his decision. Storms gathered beyond Mandalorian borders, and distance did little to soften their impact. On this day, Aether was armored in his charcoal beskar, a crimson cloak flowing from his shoulders, and he sat upon the throne of his forebears in patient silence.

The Court of Iron stretched long before him, its walls lined with statues of every Mand’alor that had come before, their stony visages standing eternal witness to each decision made in this chamber. A crimson carpet ran from the entrance to the base of the throne, flanked on both sides by the unwavering presence of Supercommandos. Their armor gleamed beneath the high lighting, and not a single visor shifted when the doors were drawn open.

The echo of boots striking stone announced the arrival of his guard escort and the Warden they had brought with them. Aether rose from his seat as they drew near, his stride carrying him down the steps of the dais to meet the man partway. He extended his dominant hand in greeting, his voice steady as he spoke. “Warden, I am grateful you came so quickly. The summons was sudden, but the times demand little else.”

There was no indulgence in ceremony. His words soon pressed upon the matter at hand. “Tell me, how fares House Vizsla? How does Roon stand in readiness for war? The Southern Systems are a tinderbox, one spark away from open flame, and I will not see our foothold in that region left to chance. Despite the distance, you and your people will have what support you need to hold it firm. Manpower, supplies, ships...whatever it takes.”​

Renn Vizsla

 

[Renn Vizsla]

COURT OF IRON, MANDALORE

Tag: Aether Verd



It had been many years since Renn had stood in the palace of the Mand'alor, House Vizsla having held a prominent position wether their house stood on the throne or not, many members of the house held prominent positions within the many empire's that had risen and fallen throughout the years the Mandalorians had existed.

The clacking of his shoes continued through the palace and into the chambers of Aether, the carpet doing little to dampen the sound as he made his way towards the throne. Renn let his eyes stay on the Mand'alor as Aether came off his throne and strode towards the Alor of House Vizsla, their arms met as they shook each others hands, Renn gave a firm handshake.

Renn listened as Aether spoke before his voice rose in response, "Su cuy'gar* Mand'alor a bore here as swiftly as space would allow, I would've arrived sooner if the stars would allow."His voice would be low and steady, like a warrior who has seen too many battles, measured, direct, and carrying the quiet authority of someone who doesn’t waste words, but ensures every one of them counts.

Listening carefully to the Mand'alor's words his arms rose to his chest, crossing in front as he listened, his mind coming with a response to Aether's inquiry about his House and how things are in the Southern Systems, one that Renn had been holding together as best as possible, even though they did not have direct connection with the main sectors held by the Empire.

His words were slow, but deliberate as he spoke, "House Vizsla holds well on Roon, many strong faces are earning their scars in battle, but there are still many that support other causes outside of the Empire. Roon continues to hold strong, much of my days have been spent reinforcing the defenses around the planet. Along with this I have done my best to spread the influence of Roon to the surrounding sectors, but Roon is too valuable of a resource to lose, the foundries alone do much of the arming of the Mandalorians that live in the south. I do think some additional resources are to be requested... but with the current state of the galaxy we should be able to manage without too much resources diverted our way. Our neighbors to the North are currently focused on recent moves by the Galactic Empire, I am more worried of those that border our home sectors. The recent moves by the Diarchy demands retaliation." As he spoke of the Diarchy his claw tightened up as he thought of those who's lives were taken, it stirred a fire deep within him, that he could only hold his best to hold back.

 

[Aether Verd]

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

COURT OF IRON, MANDALORE

Aether’s grasp met Renn’s with brief firmness, a silent acknowledgment of shared strength before he offered his greeting. The Warden’s reply came measured, his tone seasoned by years of battle, and when he remarked that he had come as swiftly as space would allow, Aether inclined his helm in a simple nod before turning to the matters that had brought them together.

The words that followed carried no surprise in their opening, for it was good to hear that House Vizsla still held Roon well in hand and that its defenses were being fortified with diligence. Yet behind the visor, Aether’s brow arched at the mention of those who lent their strength to causes beyond the Empire’s banner. He said nothing in that instant, but listened with intent as Renn continued, nodding slightly as the tale of influence, industry, and vigilance was laid before him. The fire in the Warden’s voice sharpened when the Diarchy was named, and in that moment Aether’s jaw tightened beneath the helm, his frustration concealed from the chamber’s view.

“It is because of that very adversary to the north,” he began, voice steady, “that I will see to it Roon has what it needs. The Diarchy plays its games well. One day they put Mandalorians to death and feign disavowal of so-called radicals stirring chaos. The next, Taris itself suffers revolt in its own depths. These are not the hands of an isolated foe confined to the north. Their reach stretches further than they will ever admit, and that reach will not be ignored. For that reason, Roon will be supplied beyond what you ask. Your world will not stand alone.”

Aether drew in a slow breath, exhaling a faint sigh before he pressed on. “I had thought our first adversary would be Sith ambition or Jedi intervention. Yet it is the Diarchy that has stepped into the void. They were not the enemy I anticipated, but they are the enemy that now stands before us. And like iron set to the forge, they will be hammered until they break. I have set plans in motion that will end their threat once and for all. The weapons we prepare take time to temper, yet when they are unleashed, this Diarchy will know what it means to provoke the sons and daughters of Mandalore.”​

Renn Vizsla

 

[Renn Vizsla]

COURT OF IRON, MANDALORE

Tag: Aether Verd



Renn inclined his head in a nod as he listened to the words of his Mand'alor, his right hand moving to his chin as he stroked it his mind in thought as he took in the information that Aether had to bring in terms of the Diarchy foe that the Mandalorians had been pit against.

Foes that did not deal in open battle maneuvers or conventional tactics were nothing new to the Alor of House Vizsla. He had spent his fair share of time in routing out spy networks on various capacities during his work in the Death Watch. Though he knew that a foe that was well funded and well supplied would be harder to route when they get their talons into a planet. Renn had worked hard to secure the sectors that surrounded his borders, but he knew that he could not fully prevent networks from spreading around Roon.

The words escaped from Renn's mouth, an even pace, but every word layered with thought, "It came as a surprise to me as well that we were not first pushed by the Sith or Jedi, I even suspected one of the Imperial factions to attempt to push against us first. I find it odd that the Diarchy decided to make a move so bold, especially with the signing of the Echoy'la Accords. The loss of children is always a tragedy, but to push the issue this far is... odd. I have taken a look at the most recent Holo-maps, and could not find any meaningful reason for the Diarchy to make such a move. Why would a faction provoke us for no reason? I am still blind on their underlying reasoning for making a fool of themselves in such a way." Renn's fingers continued to stroke his chin as he thought, his eyes becoming almost cloudy as his thoughts took him elsewhere, his mind imagining the Holo-maps he had spent hours studying.

As his eyes finally regained focus, his attention brought back to the Mand'alor, "I apologize for the tangent, to get back on track, the best use of our resources would be to shore the defenses on Roon, whilst placing extra protection on the planets that hold the North side of our Sphere in the Abrion Sector, specifically Scarif and Niamos. With this in mind a reserve force should be held on Manda in the eventuality of an attack on the sector, having the ability to reinforce the planets from the center of the sector would be beneficial, and its position as the center of the cloud aiding in its protection from an assault." the Mandalorian's mind went where it knew best, tactics, his mind having planned for most eventualities in his side of the Empire, he had known that one day he would have to ask for the aid of the Mand'alor, unfortunately for him that day had come much sooner then he had wished.