Campaign The Reclamation War: Bending Feathers | Mandalorian Enclave

[Vren Rook]

SEASON OF RECKONING: EPISODE I:
RECLAMATION OF RISHI​

THE GALAXY WILL BURN...

Rishi.

A planet with resources. Important resources. Resources that Mandalorians specifically would need…

It had been a hard decline for the Enclave during the past 20 years. It had driven its Mandalorian people deep into their snow-covered planet to lick their wounds. But things have started to change. Wounds have been licked and Mandalorian pride once again raised its head.

The Enclave has been used and abandoned, but no more. But in order to collect the life debts owed to the Mando’ade by the Galactic powers, the war machine of the Enclave had to be oiled again.

Recently appointed as Warmaster, Kranak Vizsla recognised the need for more weapon manufacturing. More weapons meant more resources and it would be detrimental if the Enclave solely relied on the resources Kestri had to offer.

So it set its sights on a planet not too far out of reach - the home of the Rishii people and its rich fossil fuel resources, especially the Exonium deposits. The planet would have to adhere to the needs of the Enclave - be it willingly or by force…

Suggested for politically inclined characters/Mandokarla

Rishi is governed by a religious Council made up of various species from the planet. A chance would be taken to see if the planet would submit to the Enclave once more and provide it with Exonium.

In order for this to go smoothly, it would be beneficial to have some Mandokarla present under Runi Kuryida 's leadership accompany Vren Rook to talk to the Council on the Enclave’s behalf to convince them as much as Mandalorians could to provide the Enclave with resources.

OR WHILE THAT HAPPENS...

Suggested for especially younger Si'kayha, Mandokarla and Karjr

In order to keep Kestri safe, Kranak Vizsla has stayed behind and had given command of the operation over to Gailen Keldau for the Si'kayha to be on standby should things go wrong with the talks with the Council.

But despite the talks going with the Council and the original plans of Kranak, the more prideful and younger warriors have decided to have the Exonium and other fuel refineries seized regardless. Of course, the population and the factories’ security forces are not just going to hand them over. Fight any who stand in the way of securing the Exonium.

Suggested for any Si'kayha, Karjr and Mandokarla

As with Vlemoth Port, Rishi and in particular, its Tracyn Island also holds a relative enclave of Mandalorians. Centuries ago, these Mando’ade have erected a coliseum on the island in order to keep testing themselves against the various creatures of Rishi or against one another.

It would be very beneficial to have this enclave of Mandalorians join the war machine of the Enclave. But in order to convince them of our worth and cause and to join us, the Enclave Mando’ade would have to prove themselves.

Fight each other with non-lethal weapons and blasters set to stun to prove the martial prowess of the Enclave.

You know what to do. Go have fun either on Rishi or Kestri.

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[Vren Rook]

TAG: Runi Kuryida | Open
GEAR: In Bio

THEME​

Drawn out of retirement.

How does one say no to an old friend when he comes asking for your return to full service of the Karjr? Because that is exactly what had happened when Kranak Vizsla had appeared on his ranch on Tatooine one day, in need of a firm hand on the Intelligence of the Enclave. So Vren had tacked up and had followed his old friend back to Kestri.

And he now found himself on Rishi.

At the behest of Kranak, he had done some intelligence gathering and had learned that it was still rich in Exonium. So they decided to approach their government once more with a contingent as backup.

Approaching the Council chamber alongside Runi Kuryida and some others, Vren took off his helmet and tucked it under his arm. No use spooking the religious government by speaking to them from behind a visor.
"If I understood Kranak right, we really need these resources, so we can't really take no for an answer." he told the Speaker as they walked.

And then the were in front of the chamber doors.

"The Council welcomes the Mandalorians to Rishi and would speak with you." a herald at the door told them, a formal smile adorning the Rishii's beak as he opened the doors and standing aside for them.
"Thanks, partner." Vren said as informally as ever as he passed the herald.
Within the chamber was an oval table, the Council members consisting of various species from the planet, already seated on its one side, waiting for the Mando'ade.
"We bid the Enclave welcome. We are the Seven." an elderly Galand spoke on behalf of them all, motioning for the Mandalorians to have a seat. "It has been many years since you were last here. Previously, it had been the Quartermaster who had spoken to us on behalf of your people. Where is she now? And what brings you to our surface once more?"

Vren had never been good at politics. He had drawn a blaster on an Imperial Moff decades back. It was an odd sense of déjà vu. But he took a seat nonetheless next to Runi. He hoped she would be able to give a better and more elaborate answer than he was about to.

"Nice to meet ya. And uh, the Quartermaster passed away in battle two decades ago."

 

[Zorana]

Was this personal?

To an extent it was, but Zorana had no reason to care. The Rishii sure didn't care when they sat by and did nothing while her parents were murdered. So this time, she wasn't going to offer mercy to the weak either. With a totally necessary flip, the Mandalorian made her way out of the dropship, and transitioned into a free fall that brought her closer to one of the fuel refineries. At the last possible second, the thrusters of her jetpack ignited, and she soared above the defenders just to inflict fear upon them.

Then on each wrist, the barrel of her flamethrowers appeared, and while she spun around to cover all angles, a sea of intensely hot flames erupted to burn everything around her down to the ground. The Rishii people were certainly not fond of fire, and their screams only confirmed as much, when Zorana had sprayed them with liquid death.

<Made my landing,> the blonde then reported over comms. <Resistance on the cargo platform is neutralized.> Or well, they were about to be, when they finished burning. Shooting them now would easily secure the kills, but she wasn't going to even allow them that brief relief before death.

They had to suffer.

<Pushing forward.>

Open​

 

[Gailen Keldau]

ACKLAY
EVERYWHERE | RISHI
TAG: Zorana | Yael Kandar | Morgan Keldau | Open
GEAR: In bio

STILL COUNTING​

Command.

How boring it could be. And he couldn't even have a drink while doing it. Of course, in this case, it was purely precautionary. Nothing is supposed to happen. The bigshoots talk, we get the ore, easy peasy.

So Gailen wasn't doing anything in particular. Just lazing against a pillar outside government building, his legs hanging from the wall he was siting on. Mouse was basking on the landing pad as if he was some kind of biological animal. Everyone else was also supposed to be lazing around. Pretend like they are on standby.

It wouldn't have been so bad if he could just have a drink to pass the time.

That was until....

<Resistance on the cargo platform is neutralized.>

Gail sat up straight. What?! No one was supposed to be mobilising. The hell was going on?

He jumped off the wall and bolted toward the landing pad.
"Mouse, we gotta move!" he barked as he ran.
The Basilisk rose to his full height, his cockpit jumping open as the engines warmed up.
://: What's going on? ://: he asked as Gail's jumpboots propelled him into the air to jump into the cockpit.
"Fuck knows. Head to the closest refinery. Location ping came from there." The cockpit closed over Gailen and the ions propelled the both of them into the air. "Kranak's gonna kill me. If Vren doesn't first. Shit."

The howl of the ions of the Howler had driven fear into so many foes over the decades. It has driven fear into both Mawites and Sith. It would definitely chill the blood of other mortals too, including Mando'ade. That howl usually only brought death with them. It was definitely not something you wished to hear in combat if you were on the ground.

Gailen had finally figured out who had been on the comms just as they approached the refinery. And what he saw made him groan in frustration. He so needed a drink now. He was going to get skinned alive.

Burning feathers of Rishii and charbroiled Zabraks on the cargo platform.

<Keldau to Beroya! What's your current position?>

Everything was going to Haran in a handbasket right now.

 

[Runi Kuryida]

:: R I S H I​

"Mandalorians will endure regardless," Runi intoned calmly in response to Vren's remark about the importance of the upcoming meeting. After a beat her chin turned slightly in the man's direction. "It would do our people well to succeed." A statement more to assure the man he had her support than a need to state the obvious.

The years had been difficult for their people, but then Mandalorians were no strangers to hardship. As a whole, they had weathered them well under the circumstances. Runi desired to see them rise once more as they had, of course. Even if their Way would endure, it would be better to do so out of strength rather than sheer determination. An opportunity to begin their ascent was welcome. Even the humble students of the Manda at the Briirud would feel renewed by a Spring air.

Runi's hazel eyes found the Rishi ceremonial guard and gave them a slight nod as the Mandalorian delegates passed. At least they had not been turned away at the door. She did not expect this meeting to go so smoothly, however.

As they took their seats, Vren carried on as he had before -- to the point. Perhaps a little too much to the point. Well, Runi doubted the Rishi had expected the Quartermaster herself to be there. That news had hardly been kept a state secret; especially in light of the broader state's collapse.

"May the Seven and the Many of Rishi prosper," Runi intoned with a hand over her heart and a slight bow of the head. "The Quartermaster fell in battle some years ago in defense of the Enclave and its allies against a dark plague that was ravaging the galaxy. I am Runi Kuryida, Jorhaa'ir of the Mandokarla. This," Runi gestured to her companion, "is Vren Rook, Calyiu'r of the Enclave." Best not to proclaim his role in Intelligence too bluntly. Not everyone understood the nuances of that realm. "The Mi'nihy'a Kranak offers you tidings, and wishes your forgiveness unable to be here in person." Not an ideal circumstance, but not an unusual one in diplomatic ventures. They might expect a personal visit at some point, perhaps at an announcement or ceremony -- if this went well -- which would be negotiated along the way.

:: Vren Rook | Open​

 

[Domina Prime]

"I wanna show you something beautiful~" Domina Prime ​

She was pacing now, back and forth back and forth the xenos mind raced and her blood broiled within her own veins as the baffling behavior of her people caused her such anxiety and confusion as those many azure eyes flicked and darted over the bustling planet of Rishi as the air became thick with tension. The threat of all out war so heavy in the atmosphere it felt almost like a storm without the thunder and the lightning. Just a quiet, brewing storm that Even Dima, daft as she was and unwise in the way of politics and galactic conflicts could sense it, feel it everywhere she went.

It had all started out so simple for her in the early days. Her motivations so...basic. Fame? Glory? riches beyond measure and a name traveling through whispers of awe and woe? This alone was what the simple creature desired more than anything else in life growing up in the image of Warlords & Conquerors...To fight, claw, bite and hunt...to become legend. Oh to have her name spoken in songs and her life chronicles told as whimsical myth. In truth, part of her still wanted all these things but as she grew older, as she dared to broaden her understandings of the galaxy around her she began to see things from a shifted perspective. Even now as her fellow Mandalorians landed upon Rishi to prepare for their war her mind lingered elsewhere. Just distracted again, lost in her musings of a future for herself she couldn't quite understand anymore, a image plagued her mind. A vision of might unyielding...to be something more.

The idea rotted her core, and had done so ever since she began fully grasping and comprehending the history and deeper cultures of her people. They were a warborn collective, this lifestyle and way of thinking was taking time to sink in but the more it did the more Dima could feel herself evolving. Her bones radiated with a need, an itch that could not be scratched even with claws like hers.

"You are troubled child, but by what? It was my understanding that all you've wanted is a true and proper war~" A voice called, the hissing of droids fluttering about the ship and placing tools on the table as the Drillmaster continued to make final adjustments to a Vambrace modification for the young alien vod. The trembling of the xenos hands a giveaway as to her condition as that long, slender tail flickered back and forth in visible annoyance.

"And this? Is this to be Dimas war? This one wants a proper war with proper prey~" She growled back as her eyes swiveled along the bay window overseeing the planets surface from above as ships continued to drop off soldiers. The Drillmaster chuckling weakly and pushing out another chair across from the forge-bench.


"Sit child~" She ordered, Dima chittering lightly and turning from the window to face Drillmaster. The reflection of their visor showing Dimas many eyes as the xeno PLOPPED down into the chair and proceeded to shift her feet which caused the alien girl to twist and rotate quickly as the Drillmaster lifted a metal plate and sealed it over the device. "And what would be a worthy war to the 'great' Domina Prime?" She asked almost mockingly, Dimas spinning motions quickly ceasing to a drag as those five eyes twisted in confusion.

"Certainly not whatever...this is~" Dima gestured towards the holoprojection of the planet and the multiple targets and assignments marked upon it as a debriefing of the plan. None of which excited the alien in the slightest.

"Dammit girl~" Drillmaster cut off, lifting a hand to gesture the foundling to cease before taking the device and locking it into a case. "I can't help but think you misunderstand our intentions here. This is not the site of a war, this...as you've been briefed, is a grab for resources and materials to support our coming wars of the future. Of which there will be many just for you~" Drillmaster explained, causing Dima to roll her eyes so far into her head she was practically staring at her own brain.

"I was promised battle with gods and kings! I do not see either on this sad, sad little planet! The Spirits of Manda would be ashamed to see us conflicting with flimsy, unworthy rats with wings!" The xeno snapped back furiously, the rattling of her tail filling the air as the Drillmaster stared blankly at the girl.

"So this is your grievance? Battle with the Rishi...is beneath you somehow?" She asked, causing Dima to scoff and just begin childishly twisting about in her spinning chair as if to avoid direct eye contact.

"It is merely unfair for the bird people, we are the superior force! And Dima does not BULLY lesser prey, Dima is a LADY warrior now ok, precious and beloved. Only the strongest prey may perish by this ones teeth~" She quipped with a sing song tone, the Drillmaster...uncertain how exactly to tackle this exact situation given how bizarrely the Xenos mind tended to process information. The elder carried the box across the room, putting with another stack of large crates before turning back to the seated Xeno.

"These...'spirits of manda'. What exactly ARE they to you Dima? Are aware other Mandalorians are unfamiliar with your belief regarding them?" Drillmaster explained, the former warrior signaling for the droids to move the stack of crates and gear out of the room as Dima tilted her head curiously.

"H-huh!? WHAT!? The Manda Spirits are us! All of us! The collective of our peoples souls! We are Manda and Manda is us! But...when cousins die, they become one with the old ones, yes?" Dima tried explaining in her own, unique way. "Which means...the Quarter-lady is watching Dima, They all watch us! They judge our honor and might in battle! They smile on us when we are beautiful and scowl at us when we become ugly! If Dima were to kill unworthy prey the Manda spirits would be angry with Dima very angry she just knows it! We shouldn't bring them shame, only honor and pride! How can Dima make the gods smile at her if she is hunting smaller, weaker prey!? IT IS THE WORST THING DIMA COULD EVER DO! IT IS NOT THE WAY NOT THE WAY AT ALL IN FACT IT IS THE WRONG WAY!" She mixed and twisted the mantra, Drillmaster could see this was an area of great emotional turmoil for the alien. And when she explained it the way she did there was a sympathy even if the Drillmaster herself did not fully commit to the idea herself.

"A true, god-fearing Mandalorian huh? More concerned with the spirits and their honor than anything else...your a rare breed Dima. Mandalorians with that mindset like you died out thousands of years ago. The almighty credit is what most of us worship now. But i understand child, to shame the gods is to shame your people yes? Shame your very honor as a true hunter...since you were a child that's all you would talk about...being the 'mightiest huntress'...i see little has changed." She mused, reaching out and taking Dimas sharp claws into her human hands and holding them warmly, a heart to heart with the distressed alien.

"N-no, you don't understand ok! D-dima does not have anything else! No one else! If the gods no longer smile at Dima, then that means cousins won't either. T-then that would mean Dima is no longer a Mandalorian, no longer a hunter! where would Dima go? What would Dima do? T-the hunt is all i have! I CAN'T LOSE IT!" She cried in a frantic manner, hyperventilating as the haunting terror of being rejected by the Manda and then by her own people causing something in the back of the girls mind to be set ablaze.

Drillmaster reached up and snatched Dima by her large, fluffy ears, yanking them down and forcing all five of those eyes to stare into the reflective visor of her elder and quiet her down. "Focus girl! I said i understand. As feral and primitive as you tend to be, one of the very few things we Mandalorians instilled in you was a passion for our ways, our very religion. To shame the gods is to call into question all that you are, all that you could be. It is no easy thing, existing by a code of the gods." She explained gently before gesturing towards the board. "I promise you Domina Prime, in the coming months. You will have battle with your gods and kings, and when you do, you will truly be tested as the gods witness you. But here? For now? There are things your people need to win those battles. And they need YOUR help yes?" Drillmaster attempted the motivate the girl. "If the prey is not to your liking however, there is something else you could do. Something that would make the spirits proud~"

Dimas ears perked forward at this, calming down at the promise of gods and kings in the future.

"...Dimas help?" She whispered. "You think so?" The naive girl asked hopefully. Drillmaster nodded and leaned in slow.

"Ohhhh why of course! In fact, you might be the only one who can! Hundreds of years ago, many many mandalorians fled the galaxy after many humiliating defeats by the Galactic Alliance! The bitter taste of weakness and defeat at the hands of Jedi have kept our brothers and sisters isolated from the rest of us. I fear they've no more fire in their bellies, they don't care about the love of Manda, not like you do Dima! Yes they wear the armor, they even call themselves warriors! But what is a warrior without a war? And when was the last time you think they've seen one? Yet alone been in one they can win?" Drillmaster explained to the xeno, telling her that there were Vod who needed their eyes opened and the forges in their souls reignited. "You could go to them, prove to them not only the worth of yourself, but the might of the enclave. And not only that, show them they can still be mighty as well, that they are still masters of war not defeated remnants of one!" She barked, watching as Dimas eyes swirled in thought and suddenly, as if she were a machine she stood up from the spinning chair, bringing Drillmaster up off the floor as she hung onto Dimas ears and suddenly let go. "Whoop, ok look at you now. Feeling better?" Drillmaster asked as Dima grabbed her helm and placed it upon her head, grabbing her newly modified vambrace from the crates and chittering deeply.

"Cousins are lost, strayed from the path of Manda?" The xeno mused before adjusting her cloak on her shoulders. The fine, purple colors standing out against the gleam of her black tinted armor. "Domina will find them again, ensure that they are loved by the gods and returned to glorious purpose! If The Spirits will it, then it shall be done~" She confidently quipped innocently.

Drillmaster going to a monitor and bringing up some video feed of the Coliseum live at the moment. Displaying a number of Mandalorians scuffling about with one another as to prove their might to one another. Less than lethal blows were struck and by the looking of things Dima quirked a brow and grimaced at the footage she was now suddenly objecting.

"What...what is this?" Dima asked in an almost sickened tone.

"Traditions. To prove to them we are even worth considering joining, our clans must engage in combat trials with one another to show them we aren't weak. So far, i'd say we've failed to make an impression~"

The alien stared now, her whimsical and fun loving tone completely gone from her expression and voice now.

"We are to battle kings, have war with gods! The stars will be scorched by the might of manda and they think...we aren't worthy? But they are the ones hidden on this sad little planet? Defeated and put into submission by Jedi?" Dima snarled, taking her claws and dragging them through the monitor screens. "Ohhhhhhhh cousins. They must be so....confused. This is a problem, a big, BIG problem Drillmaster! It is a problem the gods will not tolerate you hear!?" She barked viciously while wandering out of the room and towards the docking bay.

"W-wait what are you on about now! I'll remind you WE were just licking our own wounds after suffering our own defe- Hey! What are you going to do!? We only ne-" Domina kept walking off.

"You said it yourself! They are lost! They have become a problem! And what do we do when there is a problem?" Dima mused, turning her head over her shoulder to stare at Drillmaster with an unsettling glare from behind her darkened visor. "You send a solution~"

"......What have i just unleashed on those poor, poor Vod~"
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[Yael Kandar]

OUTFIT: x
TAG: Gailen Keldau | Morgan Keldau | Zorana | Open
GEARS: In bio

FLASHBACK
TOR VALUM, KESTRI, WILD SPACE
886 ABY

"So, I am not your daughter?"​

It was supposed to be a wonderful morning. Dad just got home from one of his annual hunting missions, and as usual, he is spending the whole day with me and Emam at home, telling tales of the Sith he killed, or the innocents he saved. Or so it was. He told me to meet him in the garden, and when I arrived there, it was only the two of us. If I think about it, it was weird from the beginning. Helley, our house droid, had told me to go on my own, said that Emam had to take something from his friend. I asked dad about my older brother's whereabouts, and that's when he told me the thing.

"We rescued you from Tatooine when you were two."​

It's painful, hearing it from supposedly your own dad, someone that you love and trust. It felt like shrapnels of slugthrower projectiles were grazing my heart when he said that. I can feel the rushes of blood and heat going upward from my whole body to my head. I can feel dad's hand over mine as my vision is still blurred. He swept the tears off of my eyes and cusped my cheeks.

"You were not born from me, no. But you are my daughter. My heart has decided that you are my daughter from the very first time I saw you."​

That is so confusing and distressing at the same time. How am I his daughter, when I am not? Did he just pitied me, an orphan on a planet far away, and decided to take me? Am I a burden to him? I supposed he could feel the stress on my face, as he kissed my forehead and stroked the back of my head.

"I love you and Emam more than anything in the world. You both are my children, gifts from the Manda. You both are the pride of Kandars, and you both are Mandalorians. One day you will prove to the galaxy that you are 10x the Mando'ade your father was, but you already proved it to me, it's in your eyes. One day, you will be the light that leads our people, to reach the destiny we were promised. That's a father's promise."​

He gave me a big hug, caressing my back and kissing my cheeks. I don't 100% understand what he just said, but I can feel the warmth of his heart filling mine. I guess I am still his daughter, after all it was the Manda that sent me to him. I have so many questions, but today, I just want to be happy with dad and Emam.

"Next time, I will take you to Tatooine, the planet you were born into. Uncle Vren Rook still lives there, have you missed him already?"

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CURRENT DAY
RISHI, ABRION SECTOR, WILD SPACE
900 ABY

Landing was easy. It seems like our plan worked and we took the guards by surprise. Only four were stationed at my drop-off location, one Human and three Zabraks. Nothing my blasters can't handle. One I took out even before my feet touched the landing pad. The few workers are even easier. If there's a choice, I wouldn't kill them, but the risk of them calling reinforcement is too high. So I froze some with my cryogenic blaster, while kicking some others off platform. Perhaps they can swim and survive to tell tales of the fiercesome yet merciful warriors of the Enclave.

<Pushing forward.>

<Beroya, come in. Heading towards North loadout. Meet me on the platform. Over.>​

I commed back to my associate, Zorana Beroya. We have planned this raid for months now. Don't get me wrong, I respect the elders, but we can't just sit back home while they get dragged into months long negotiations and our resources dwindle down. I know how badly we need to secure the resources, or better the refineries and deposits. The Rishi are peaceful people, Zorana had said, and what better way to secure the betterment of our people than to drop them a reality check and instill the fear of Manda in their hearts. It is by the right of our manifest destiny to take systems where our people lie and where there are tools that would help us rebuild the Enclave back to our former glory. We had been sitting for way too long, beaten like an old dog, and it's up to us to take back what's rightfully ours. It is up to me, the light that will lead the Mando'ade back to the mountaintop. That's a father's promise.

As I made the turn to the North platform, I noticed smells of burnt flesh and smoke. Chit, this looks messy. Have to be Zoraya's doing. Why can't she just depose the enemy without making such a scene? Judging from the smoke, I wouldn't be surprised if nearby stations took notice and enemy reinforcement is coming.

<Keldau to Beroya! What's your current position?>

Feth, now Gailen is on this? He wouldn't be happy. He's the one the elders will hold responsible, after all. If it comes to that, I will defend him in front of the whole council. While this is ultimately the best course of action for the Enclave, I wouldn't leave him to be hanged for our actions. Hopefully though, it won't have to come to that. Hopefully, the raid is successful, the Rishian council understands our message and yields.

<Kandar to Keldau. I am closing in on the North platform. Possible enemy reinforcement, we might need backup. Over.>

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[Corbin Vasher]

TAGS: OPEN
Vren Rook Runi Kuryida​

+BYOO

Spoiler: EQUIPMENT

STARSHIP: Tra'tena SPEEDER: Burbr ARMOR: Burbr'Katya Mk II
WEAPONS: Ravenfire - Burbr'sacitr - Burbr'sacitayr - Nuhaatyc'bedtr - Gaan'sacitadr - Dueling Blades

Corbin honestly wasn't sure how welcome he was amongst his vode in the Enclave. Despite his achievements and place amongst the Mandokarla, he was still a Force-user. Many of his brethren hated them all without regard. Add to that the fact that his company was based in the capitol of the Rimward Trade League, his home planet, Corbin was sure many questioned his loyalty to the Enclave. And honestly, Corbin knew they had a right to, because his loyalty was not to the Enclave, it was to the Resol'nare. He would never forget who he was. He had a feeling that many of his brothers and sisters had long forgotten. But he chose to be optimistic and believe that they would all find the right Path, with the Manda guiding them.

And now, he was here on Rishi, with Speaker Runi Kuryida and other Mandokarla, as Vren Rook . Apparently, it was decided that the Enclave needed some of the resources. Rishi was the homeworld of one of Corbin's best friends. He didn't really care who was in charge, but he did want to make sure things stayed peaceful for the citizens. "Exonium is a decently useful resource. But keep in mind that it is very important to the Rishii. They need it for food preparation. Still, as rich as the planet is in it, I'm sure they would be fine with sharing some."
He walked along with the others, spinning his helmet on his finger to help his mind concentrate. He was keeping his Force presence completely masked while simultaneously suppressing the way his armor blended in with the shadows. It made him seem more like a regular Mandalorian, even if his beskar'gam was atypically full-bodied.

Inside the meeting chamber, Corbin gave the counsel a polite bow. "Avel donlita venila." It was a Rishii greeting Corbin's friend Pyeth had taught him. "I am Corbin Vasher."
The counsel seemed rather surprised at his use of their language, though all he knew was a couple of phrases. A female Rishii briefly nodded her head in kind. "I am Sunspeaker Nadira Banu. Thank you for being here today." Catching the look in her eyes, Corbin was sure that last sentence was directed solely at him. The counsel would understandably be nervous about meeting with the Enclave, but Nadira at least knew of Corbin through Pyeth, who had been a student under her. she was an ally. Hopefully his vode would see that and treat the Rishii as such.

 

[Zorana]

<Beroya, come in. Heading towards North loadout. Meet me on the platform. Over.>

<On my way,> she responded, her voice altered slightly by the helmet she was wearing. They had planned this entire mission carefully, and thus far, everything was going smoothly. The elders were out there, negotiating for what rightfully belonged to the Mandalorians, but she wasn't going to waste her time listening to it. The people of Rishi were far more likely to go along with whatever wishes the Enclave had if they understood what could happen if they were in the way.

A little bit of a political pressure never hurt.

<They're bringing reinforcements,> Zorana then noted, as she flew over towards the rendezvous point. From above, she was continuing to pound the guards, who were of a variety of different species. By the time Zorana reached Yael, she had left behind quite a trail of bodies, and she was planning to add many more if they forced her hand.

<Keldau to Beroya! What's your current position?>

Well, he sounds annoyed, but before Zorana could respond, Yael already did.

<Just a little back-up maybe. It's finally starting to get interesting over here,> Zorana chimed in with a grin hidden underneath her helmet. She wasn't so reckless that she'd dive right into a suicidal mission, but she did want to prove herself, so she didn't want a whole army of Mandalorians getting in her way either.

<Kandar, I see three heavily armed Zabraks approaching from the east.>

Yael Kandar Gailen Keldau Morgan Keldau ​

 

[Morgan Keldau]

Kestri | Refinery
Gear: In bio
Tags: Yael Kandar | Gailen Keldau | Zorana

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It was a little bizarre, rolling out with the Enclave after everything. A few years ago, they would have torn each other apart, now he was roped into the mission by his fellow Keldau. Granted, he wasn't part of the Enclave officially, that bit was still up in the air for now. But everybody needed someone to watch their backs... and the pay wasn't too bad at least.

Morgan was keeping watch not too far from the entrance along with Gailen when the comms chatter perked up... along with a ping by a nearby refinery. It didn't take him long to take off with his jetpack while Gailen dashed for his Basilisk.

He needed to get one of those someday...

:: This is Morgan, moving to your position, over. :: He responded as he drew his rifle from his back. Even from a distance, the glimmers and trails of smoke were immediately noticed. :: Greenies are a little restless. :: He quipped, sparing a glance at Gailen's Basalisk as it flew past him. He touched down not long after, rifle at the ready as he assessed the damage. "Someone let a Krayt loose or what?" He commented, looking up at the two women. "At least y'all are makin' it interesting."

He unclipped a flask from his belt for a sip of liquor, but stopped halfway to instead hand it to Gailen. Dude seemed to be needing it a little more.

 

[Domina Prime]

"If this is to end in fire, then we should all burn together~"​

A collection of keen, azure eyes flicked and studied and observed the footage of the ongoing displays of prowess and martial talents with great ambition and hunger as the ship drifted over the clouds just above the island of Tracyn~ Jaws tightened, rows of teeth rattling together quietly as the xeno focused her gaze on the screen towards the clashing and bashing of fist and metal helms. Her fellow Vod armed with blades and non-lethal blasters competing with one another as in the surrounding stands of the coliseum they themselves were observed by Mandalorians who had no such intention of testing their own metal, measuring their own worth...

The feral foundling twisting her head and that elongated tail swishing in agitation while spectating filled her with a burning fury. Dima admired the art of unarmed single combat, in fact it was her preferred method of battle but right now? In this moment? Observing how her cousins carried themselves, in which ways they defended and how they maintained their posture. It almost seemed like a dance to Dima, a Dance where not everyone quite knew the steps. This was very evident when a fellow Vod stepped to another, Their dance did not last long, the twi'lek boy suffering blow after blow and the Zabraki Mandalorian unrelenting in her offense. A single, final blow to the chompers was the last strike required before they took victory.

They were victorious, but in the eyes of the others there was no cheering, no roar of the crowd. Just silent judgment from those who looked down upon Dimas comrades.

They were not impressed. And at this rate, they would not be convinced to assimilate into the greater machine of war. It was like Drillmaster said before. An impression had yet to been made...

"Alright, alright FINE! You lot wanna to be sour and rotten to Dimas cousins?! Beautiful and mighty as they are?!" The azure xeno blurted out angrily. Crushing the monitoring device in her very claws in childish frustration while approaching the ships docking bay and opening the ships ramp. Surprisingly, many eyes from the sidelines would find their heads quickly being pulled upwards towards Dima to peered her head out and down hundreds of feet down to the earth.

"W-woah hey! We got a ship we can fly you down~" One of her vod offered, a unit still on the ship situating their gear and weapons before heading down to assist in the taking of the factories. "We can drop you off its nothing. You don't have a jetpack yet right?" They asked, causing Dima to roll her eyes from behind her helm while dropping the device she was originally watching the conflict from onto the floor.

"Oh Please cousin, as if that ever stopped Domina Prime before~" Dima sighed with a bored tone before drifting a foot over off the ramp...and just as she considered just tossing herself off the side of the ship and nose diving towards the coliseum she suddenly pulled her foot back onto the ramp, tapping her chin with a sharp claw and thinking for a moment before acting.

A rare sight to behold for sure!

"Actually...on second thought. Yes, Domina accepts your generosity cousin~" She cooed towards them, circling around the Vod and dragging a claw over his chestplate with an audible scratching sound filling the air. "Domina is a lady now, this one cannot go jumping out of ships anymore! Domina must uhhh, how do you humans say? 'Set an example?'" She teased, the other Mandalorians simply exchanging awkward glances before shrugging and nodding towards the alien woman.

"Alright you heard the Domina, lock & load we're up in five." The unit commander ordered, grabbing his gear and heading towards one of the drop ships while the pilot did their own part and took their seat in the cockpit to prepare for departure. "Where you want us to drop ya? In front of the Coliseum?" He asked, Dima stepping onto the transport with her four arms folded neatly behind her back, an imitation of Imperial officers and other classy such individuals she had observed in the past.

"Negative little cousin. You will be landing in the center of the ring~" Dima explained casually, the others who joined on the ship glaring at her before one spoke up.

"Uhhh, but there are already trials in progress, we can't just land it would interrupt the enti-"

"Amateur hour is over you hear me Vod! Domina must now make an impression on those who have strayed from the path! An example must be made~" She snapped back, the others becoming...nervous by what she meant and deciding to just roll with it. The pilot activating the ship and flying them down towards the coliseum.

"Time to go pro then Domina? Alright, we just hope you know what you are doing~" The commander warned.

And as the ship came closer to the island Dima could still see many of her fellow mandos scrapping about fruitlessly in the dirt as they were judged and observed for the amusement of the unworthy. A sight that more than sickened the xeno as she impatiently waited for the small transport ship to hover over the coliseum before steadily lowering itself between the watchlights and down onto the ground. Dirt being kicked up and strewn about the stands as the ramp behind the vessel slowly lowered to reveal a single Mandalorian.

Domina Prime stepped from the ship and into the light, purple cloak fluttering about in the high wind as several of her comrades who had been engaging in the trials cleared the center of the ring and gathered before her, some confused, others visibly upset at having their trials so rudely interrupted.

Many of the Mandalorians in the audience however were both offended and curious at this strange development, audible gasps and murmurs among themselves from the sudden appearance of the four armed alien stranger.

"You! State your name and business Vod! You were not permitted to participate in the trials in the debriefing so why are you hear now? Everything is under control!" The Zabraki Mando shouted, the same woman who had beaten the Twi'lek in the footage Dima observed not more than thirty minutes ago. Clearly upset that their thunder had been stolen by the arrival of Dima as the xeno looked her over, then the others from the Enclave who had been subjugated to such humiliation.

"Mmn, control huh?" Dima mused, flicking her wrist with a gesture and causing the ship that had just dropped her off to suddenly take off again, flying back through the open ceiling of the ring and heading towards their original objective. "Yes, I have witnessed the control you've displayed and i must say...i'm not impressed." Dima impishly teased, then gesturing to the audience around them. "And neither are they. In fact, i don't believe they are all to pleased with what they've seen so far, some might go as far as to say they are...disappointed with your performances~"

Dima's five eyes focused intensely, teeth chittering in excitement as the bored Xeno rattled that tail with hostility and the drillmaster shouted into the ear of her helms comm.

"DIMAAAAAAAA!! What do you think you are doing down there!?" Drillmaster barked abruptly. And in that very same moment of being scolded, the Zabraki Mando Dima had childishly been insulting did not hesitate for a moment, lunging towards the Xeno with her knife drawn and attempting to swipe at her chestplate.

And within a single motion the Zabraks' wrist was smacked aside by Dimas tail, throwing off the aim of her strike completely while another hand lifted and gestured strangely only for a strange, azure blob of silk netting ejected from the aliens hands and directly onto the visor of the mandalorians helm, immediately blinding her as Dima then leaned to the side slightly, letting her vods body fly past and just poking out a foot to hook her foot against the other blinded mandalorians foot, tripping her and causing the girl to go rolling and tumbling into the dirt. Dima flinging her cape to the side as if dodging a wild bull and gesturing towards the crowd devilishly with a girlish giggle erupting in her chest.

"Weeeeeeeeell, isn't it obvious Drillmaster? I'm doing what you wanted? Making an impression~" Dima sang into her comm link, the Mando tumbling through the dirt trying to pull the silk from the visor of their helm only for their own hand to get stuck to their face, forcing them to take their helmet off completely and snarl viciously in anger.

"W-what are you idiots standing there for! Get her before the ruins the trials! And YOU get this stuff of of me!" She roared, a couple of the others

"Be warned beloved cousins! You now challenge Domina Prime! Grand Duelist of Manda! But you may also rejoice, it is not your metal that i wish to test~" Dima warned before they did anything rash, using one of her four arms to gesture towards the many clans of mandalorians who passively observed from their comfy seats above. "We are to be going to war with gods and kings soon, and i have witnessed your battle potential first hand...and yet for some reason, here you are...rolling around in the dirt. As if the godlings will set their weapons to 'stun' when they meet you on the field~" Dima explained to her comrades before turning on them to now face those who judged them from the crowd. "Maybe i am just...confused. But why are we the ones being tested for our worth...when YOU VOD are the ones who need to be reminded of your birthright?" She barked loudly now, loud enough for many in the rings vast audience to hear, the echoing boom of her voice radiating through the air dominantly.

The evoked a reaction from them that she wanted. Many standing from their seats and booing while others clamored and barked their insults at the Xeno.

"I DARE YOU TO SAY THAT TO MY FACE" A single voice rang over the others, causing Dimas ear to flick and her five eyes to shift through the audience to find the man who had said it.

Instantly, Dima shot an arm outward and flicked her wrist, ejecting a long wire of silk from her body enhanced by her vambrace as it traveled across the coliseum ring and into the stands, sticking to the chest of the random Mandalorian before Dima yanked her arm inward with with a powerful pull DRAGGED the man out of the stands and into the ring. The vod recovered mid air, using a purified blade of some sort to slice through the silk webbing connecting him and jetpacking to prevent himself from crashing into the dirt. Feet stomping into the ground in a hard landing he quickly found himself snatched by the neck by a elongated, strange alien tail that was hidden beneath the cloak and long dress of the Grand Duelist, catching him off guard as Dima then pulled him closer to her face. Two of her four arms grabbing him by the wrist just so she could stare at him visor to visor.

"To your face yes?" Dima cooed, her lower hands reaching for his helm and slowly peeling it off his head just so she could see his eyes. "I don't think you...or your people, have the stomach for a REAL war. I think your all washed up, worn out, and tired. Not enough fire in your bellies~" She told him, riling him and the other clans who observed this madness with a mixture of shock and awe. She then lifted him with her tail and threw him into the dirt with the Zabraki she had disarmed before, keeping his helmet within her many arms as she gestured to the crowd again. Watching as they finally began to stand up and get angry. Their vicious malice finally something more than they were expressing when watching the others fight among themselves.

"How dare you!" One shouted. "WHO DO YOU EVEN THINK YOU ARE! DO YOU KNOW THE BATTLES WE'VE SEEN?!" Another cried out, more voices clamoring as one vod, then two, then three jumped down from the stands and into the ring approaching Dima with daggers and blades drawn. "What do they call you? Prime? You better take it back or suffer the consequences~" Another threatened, causing a rile of excitement and delight to swell within Dimas chest as she held up the helmet she had taken from the first she had taken down.

"Yes, yes! THAT is what we need to see! Which of you still even have the fething nerve! You people are either the last remnants of an ancient warborn society or your a bunch of overqualified thugs with guns which is it!?" Dima barked back, tapping her claw along the mandalorian helm. "Mandalorians either take up arms...or you take...it...off~" She hissed lowly, referring of course to the very armor they all dawned. "You are children of manda are you not?" She urged them on, tossing the helm off to the side so the man she had taken it from could recover it. As as coliseum ring filled with more and more warriors from the lost clans the Zabraki, angry as she was at the Xeno quickly took position at Dimas side. Along with the other comrades from the enclave as Domina proceeded to both anger and motivate many of the other mandalorians to finally step up and show the measure of their own worth.

"You really are out of your mind~" The Zabrak huffed, shaking her head at the situation as Dima lifted all four of her arms and brandished her many claws with a wicked grin forming behind that visor of hers.

If the coming crusade was to be done, then the wheat needed separated from the chaff.

Collapsing her four hands together almost as if in prayer Dima then began to speak to the manda as her comrades took her side.

"Allmother, spectre of the eternal hunt and Forgefathers, warmasters of mandas past. Smile on us, your truest children, grant our claws be sharp and our feet swift, Our armor mighty as our blades are true. For to walk the path is to be both hunter and prey, and this is the one true way~" Domina sincerely whispered, the gods watching their sons and daughters for sure in this very moment. Her comrades from the Enclave took a liking to this display of honor bound faith, standing by Dimas side and daring to move forward towards the center of the ring where many of the others gathered.

"This is the way!" One shouted like a final battle cry, charging ahead with nothing but his fist. The zabraki echoing his sentient and following with a blade in hand.

At last, the true test began before the gods themselves. To select the truly worthy warriors for the coming crusades against their many, many enemies~

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[Yael Kandar]

OUTFIT: x
TAG: Gailen Keldau | Morgan Keldau | Zorana | Open
GEARS: In bio

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RISHI, ABRION SECTOR, WILD SPACE

<Kandar, I see three heavily armed Zabraks approaching from the east.>

From the East, out three Zabraks, armed to the teeth. As they close in, the sound of two jetpacks can be heard from the platform. I took a glance, Gailen and one other Keldau, soaring through the smokey sky of the refinery.
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:: This is Morgan, moving to your position, over. :: He responded as he drew his rifle from his back. Even from a distance, the glimmers and trails of smoke were immediately noticed. :: Greenies are a little restless. :: He quipped, sparing a glance at Gailen's Basalisk as it flew past him.

<Get your ass down here and make yourself useful, Morgan.>​

Technically, we'll outnumber the Zabraks if Zora and I can hold them until Gailen, Morgan, and the Basilisk reached the proximity of the combat. However, the three Zabraks are much more well-equipped, and possibly well-trained, compared the initial guards. We'll have to split them up and force them to fight as individuals.
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He touched down not long after, rifle at the ready as he assessed the damage. "Someone let a Krayt loose or what?" He commented, looking up at the two women. "At least y'all are makin' it interesting."

<Ask Beroya, I don't do fire. I'll take the left one.>​

The one with a heavy blaster. I shot him twice with my blaster, all which hit him on his armor. He seems to be readying his heavy blaster, so I flew to his right, right into the cover of three small boxes, to draw his shots away from the others. Most of the plasma the Zabrak sprayed missed the mark, only two hit me on my armor, nothing vital. Exposed on the open, the Zabrak tried to rush to some other boxes while reloading, but he wasn't fast enough. I blasted three consecutive shots directly at his heavy blasters, which renders it useless. He responded by throwing the blasters in my direction while taking out an electrocuted baton. A very effective move since it knocked me back defenseless for a split-second.
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"IS THAT ALL YOU GOT, MANDO?!"​

The Zabrak screamed, as he swung his baton. The blow barely missed as I used my jetpack to lose two meters from the Zabrak. I can sense disbelief on his face, one that certainly messed his concentration up. Without wasting any more second, I pulled him with my tractor beam projector, while my right hand stabbed him right on the neck with my gauntlet-beskad. It was an instant kill, as the Zabrak fell down dead, right over me. I used that moment to take a short breather.
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<That's my fourth Zabrak today, I'm getting sick of 'em. Y'all doing great?>

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[Gailen Keldau]

ACKLAY
EVERYWHERE | RISHI
TAG: Zorana | Yael Kandar | Morgan Keldau | Open
GEAR: In bio

STILL COUNTING​

:: Greenies are a little restless. ::

<Tell me about it.> It was good to have a Clan member in the mix. Morgan seemed capable, which was a rare find these days as well as a good representation of the Clan.

<Kandar to Keldau. I am closing in on the North platform. Possible enemy reinforcement, we might need backup. Over.>

<Just a little back-up maybe. It's finally starting to get interesting over here,>

The lasses were sure fired up. Kranak would do well to just point them in a direction and say fetch, it seems. It was both frustrating and had him wanting to take part in the shenanigans rather than be on command.

It sucked.

Just as a bunch of Zabraks rushed the ladies' position, the two Keldaus touched down, Gailen shooting from the cockpit, while Mouse landed on one of the horned guards.
"You ladies care to tell us what the hell you're doing?" Gail asked he peppered some golden bolts into another Zabrak. His visor whirled on the two of them. He and Morgan would help them, of course. But that didn't mean he'd do it without complaining at them. They owed him a drink afterward.

As if on cue, Morgan handed him a flask after they cleared the immediate threats from the northern platform.
"You're from the Manda, brother." he said before taking a big swig before handing it back.

<That's my fourth Zabrak today, I'm getting sick of 'em. Y'all doing great?>

Kranak was going to tan his hide.

"Just peachy." he said. "Well, seeing as this entire platform has been eradicated and the talks upstairs probably got thrown out the window, we might as well continue. I'm guessing there would be some containers of refined Exonium in the warehouse on the east side. Let's go secure it." He looked at Zorana. "Can we keep the cooking of the chickens to the low? Just put bolts in their heads if they get in the way. I forgot my spices." He didn't want to add "warcrimes" to his rapsheet that would go on Kranak's desk.

Oh well.

"You two owe me and Morgan drinks afterward."

 

[Avel Som]

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Avel Som was reclining calmly against the rocky ledge of the mountain overlooking a beautiful scenic view of the Rishi jungles. He loved coming up here to relax, away from all the people. He didn't really like people, though the Rishii themselves were decent enough. He did like birds, so avian people were some of the best people in his book. Not as good as actual birds though. He glanced up to where his companion Darkwing soared overhead.
Suddenly, the ebon hawk gave out a loud screech. Something was wrong! Darkwing telepathically projected an image into Avel Som's mind. People in metal armor setting Rishi citizens on fire and cutting them down. Avel Som may not particularly care for socializing with other people, but needless slaughter!? That was just evil. He felt the fury boiling within him, pushing his aggressive nature to the surface. "Let's go, Darkwing. We'll find these scum thugs and put an end to their bullying!"

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Avel Som approached the refinery, Darkwing relaying directions. There were four of them, plus some weird looking machine. There were bodies everywhere, mostly Zabrak, but some Rishii and even a few Human. Vile monsters, he thought to himself. He kept himself out of sight, bringing his rifle up to peer through the scope. He picked one, aiming in the area of the neck right under the helmet. Not the best angle, but with luck he could still...
Nope. The slug pinged of the pauldron of the thug. Damn it! The armor is real beskar! He'd been hoping these were just bandits pretending to be Mandalorian. That was technically still possible, but taking them down would definitely not be easy. And now he'd alerted them that he was there.

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Gailen Keldau Morgan Keldau
Yael Kandar Zorana
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NAME: Avel Som
LOCATION: Rishi
TAGS: OPEN

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[Vren Rook]

TAG: Runi Kuryida | Corbin Vasher
GEAR: In Bio

THEME​

She was stalwart as usual.

Runi elaborated on his sparse words. It was a blessing that she was here. She could fill in what he lacked in politics. This was always the Quartermaster's field. The rest of them were poor substitutes but still better options than Kranak. He'd be even more blunt about things than Vren was.

Runi would probably turn them both into frogs after this.

A lad from the Mandokarla spoke up as well and it was clear that he held some knowledge of Rishi and its inhabitants. A regal Rishii greeted them as well and introduced herself as Nadira Banu. He'd done his Karjr homework on the Council Members, so she wasn't exactly a surprise to him. He gave a respectful nod to them all.

Then he launched into the reason why they were on Rishi.

"We are here to represent the wishes of the Enclave Mando'ade." He looked at each of them in turn, trying hard to be a bit more formal for a change. "We wish to mine Exonium on Rishi. We'd need it in bulk and don't have a lot of room to negotiate, but are willing to hear your conditions on the matter." Delivered as well as he could. They really couldn't take no for an answer. But like Runi said earlier - they would endure.

The elderly Galandan rubbed his chin for a few heartbeats.
"What could the Enclave offer in return for this?" he finally asked.
Vren glanced at Runi and Corbin. "Best we can offer is some of our advanced technology. It can be used in..." But before he could continue his sentence, everything went to Haran in a handbasket.

The comms in his helmet that was sitting on the table, exploded, making it clear that some form of martial operation was going on outside from the Enclave's side. At the same time, a Zabrak Council Guard came rushing into the chambers, a contingent of Guards following in his wake. They immediately fanned out, barring the doors, making it clear that the few Mando'ade in the chamber are not to leave.

The Zabrak whispered in the Galandan's ear. The Elder's head snapped towards Vren.
"What is the meaning of this subterfuge?! You come into these chambers pretending to barter while your warriors wage war on our people?!" He rose to his feet.
Vren rose to his own feet as well, holding out a hand in a calming gesture.
"Now hang on a minute, partner..." He glanced at Runi, his dark eyes relaying what his mouth could not - Help me salvage this without letting us look stupid. "Something must have happened to warrant action from our Si'kayha. They were explicitly ordered to remain on standby only." He sincerely hoped that was the case and that some of them hadn't gone rogue. After dealing with Kayl Krayt 's bloodlust on a bounty hunt, anything could be possible with this newer generation of Mando'ade. Luckily the warriors were Kranak's baby - he could clear it out afterward.

They just had to salvage the talks and not let it unfold into a war.

 

[Jas Katis]

RISHI | REFINERY
HEX INCORPORATED | HELLION PRIVATE MILITARY GROUP
TAGS: Gailen Keldau | Yael Kandar | Zorana | Avel Som
GEAR: In bio | unit equipment

MONEY FOR NOTHING​

:: How the kriff did we manage to get this job? This is probably our worst deployment to date, Katis. ::

Jas let out a sigh as he pulled a cigarette from his lips, glancing at the troopers around him for a moment. :: ‘Cause the bird brains pay well. They asked for the best and they got it. Now cut the damn chatter, Herrix. Don’t you got a massage scheduled for later today? :: A few of the troopers snorted as Jas got a smirk on his face.

:: I’m gonna kick your ass when you get back onboard. ::

:: Rather concerned with your obsession about my ass, captain. ::

The static on the other line was enough of an answer from the Tython. They were patrolling in a neighbouring system for the time being, though it wasn’t much better than the ground deployment’s duties. Rishi was a rather pitiful planet, in Jas’ mind. Only good thing going for them was the mines, hence the Hex presence on the surface. Not to mention the justifiably fearful state of the population. They wanted soldiers as a contingency and they got some of the best that money could buy.

”Herrix got a point, commander. Money for nothing is nice and all… but kark me, Tython wasn’t even this gruelling.” Krast spoke up a few feet from the Pureblood. ”At the end of the day, a tour is a tour. Holy hell, I thought a nice breath of fresh air would be good for you guys.” Jas spoke up.

”It is, sir… but crap, some action would be nice, though.”

A distant echo drew their attention for a moment. Plumes of smoke drifted into the air before more echoes followed in the wind. ”I know those guns…” He muttered. Comms soon came to life with reports of an engagement by one of the refineries. ”Wish granted, Krast. Mandos are at it again.” Jas commented as he slid his helmet on and made his way to the squad’s transport along with the rest of his men.

A few minutes later they arrived at the facility with weapons at the ready. Moving in on the engagement, it didn’t take long for the squad of mercenaries to make contact with the Mandalorian attackers. ”Why did it have to be them again?” Krast grumbled as he took aim and fired, immediately ducking behind cover.

”Hopefully they didn’t bring one of those karkin’ war droids with ‘em.” Jas commented, already doubting his own words. Mandalorians didn’t fight that easily.

 

[Jan Beroya]

RIXSHA
TRACYN ISLAND | RISHI
TAG: Domina Prime

RECKLESS​

Buir Rok Detta had been looking on in silence.

Until now.

The large, armoured man rose from his raised seat as chaos ensued in the arena below. He had let it unfold, but the belittling of his people by a monster had gone on long enough.

"CEASE THIS MADNESS!!" ​

All the Rishi Mando'ade in the arena stopped immediately, those that could stepping away from Dima though their visors continued to glare at her. To them, lines have been crossed. Disrespectfully.

Buir Detta looked down on Dima from the stands.
"Creature of Haran, we do not recognise you within this arena!" He then looked at the Enclave Drillmaster. "Alor'ad, I hold you accountable for this breach in the agreement. See to it that this abomination is dealt with according to the Manda and removed from our Coliseum. Only then may we continue negotiations."
The Drillmaster's face blanched behind his helmet.
"Buir Detta..." How would he keep the peace? "She shares in the belief of the Manda. Allow me to speak with her. She is Mando'ad, same as us. Allow her to fight - on your terms." A veiled plea at the Head of the Rishi enclave.

The Buir's visor looked down on the Drillmaster for a moment, milling over the words the man had spoken.
"Very well, Alor'ad. You have my leave to go down and speak to her. But hear my warning - if she does not comply to the traditional martial ways of our people, I then hold you accountable. I will not hear your propositions and it would mean war between our people." he finally said, his voice clear in the silence of the arena.
"Understood, Buir Detta." said the Drillmaster, his heart sinking into his boots.

With that, he left the stands and headed down toward Dima to relay the message.

TRACYN ISLAND | RISHI
TAG: Adenn Munin ​

"What's taking so long?"

Nam sounded pretty annoyed as they stood waiting. Jan, on the other hand, was watching a group of other Mandalorians of the Enclave that she didn't know, her helmet under her arm. It wasn't surprising that she didn't recognise them, seeing as she didn't spend a lot of time away from Vlemoth Port.
"Jan, you hearing me?"
"Hmmm?" She finally turned to face him. "I don't know. I heard the Buir hollering something. Something must have happened in the arena." she answered him.
"Who're those folks you were looking at?" Nam asked her instead.
"No idea. They look capable though." Jan said, her eyes on one of the younger ones.

A petite Mandalorian hurried up to them from the entrance to the arena.
"We apologise for the delay. Hopefully combat will resume soon." she told them, looking far more apologetic than her Buir would have liked. They were all kin, after all, despite minor inconveniences.
"There's no hurry, Vod. We want to leave here in friendship and alliance. Not at war." Jan told her, laying a hand on the smaller woman's pauldron before she walked over to the group of Mando'ade she had been watching, giving a smirk to the tall bloke toward the front.

"Haven't seen you guys around much. Jan Beroya. Who are you?"

 

[Runi Kuryida]

:: R I S H I​

Runi looked back at Corbin on their approach to the chamber. He seemed to have some familiarity with the Rishi and might be of some help if there were any misunderstandings. "Is it possible to replace Exonium in their food preparation with a substitute? We could offer them such a trade to secure future allotments." The Enclave may not have whatever that alternative would be today, but they would have an on-going need for the substance. Why not prepare for future negotiations before the first had begun? As Vren had said, they needed this Exonium.

After introductions were completed, Vren got straight to business as Mandalorians were known to do. Not a habit Runi was inclined to break. As long as they weren't blunt to the wrong audience. People knew their people were "rude" (so they said) for being so direct, so most accepted it as a facet of interacting with such skilled warriors. A few, however, couldn't swallow their pride and demanded the pomp and circumstance of their position -- those were the less productive meetings. Mandalorians didn't bow their head because someone demanded it of them.

Hazel eyes slid to one side at the sound of Vren's comm picking up. There wasn't time to try discretely asking when the Guard barged into the room. Runi calmly turned her head to regard the placement of those Guards throughout the chamber. It might not be her place to lead a war party, but even the Speaker of the Mandokarla knew how to fight. Always be prepared -- and in this case that meant knowing the number and armament of potential adversaries.

"Twenty years ago, when the Lord-Regent of the Empire came to Kestri, someone sought to start war between us as we met for peace. I will say to you now, what I said to them then: to deliver ourselves into the palm of your hand as we attack is a fool's gambit. Let us discover what has occurred before only one outcome can result." What that outcome was Runi left deliberately vague. Hopefully their thoughts would gravitate toward the worst case scenario. It was a gambit since, instead, they could think themselves an unquestioned victor in combat, but the Mandalorians did have a reputation.

Runi's features remain as composed and relaxed as they'd been since the moment she stepped into the chamber. If anyone thought the helmet was intended to hide the fear on a Mandalorian's face those unlucky enough to see them without were quickly disabused of the notion. She wasn't even worried about being surrounded in potentially hostile territory. They were Mandalorians. If war broke out they would fight to protect their own. It was what they did. Numbers did not change the reason they did what they did, merely shaped some of the methods they went about it.

Which had her wondering what methods some might be using at that very moment.

:: Vren Rook | Corbin Vasher ​

 

[Darius Mereel]

He had accompanied Runi Kuryida as he was often to do. Though not part of her Shamans, Darius often shadowed the footsteps of the only maternal figure he had ever really known, such as Runi could be in that situation. At first in borrowed armor from his father, then in a suit of his own beskar as he felt he had earned it. Only in recent months, after solid decades of building his legacy, had the young Mandalorian accepted age and responsibility and began to use the Mereel name and lay claim to his father's legacy. Some who had sought to lead the Clan in his absence protested, but that would be dealt with.

As the others talked, Darius stood at low ready. He said little and moved a statue's worth, mostly commenting the the pair of Mereel warriors in matching beskar with bronzium adornment as he wore. They wore theirs plain, without adornment, while the red warden cape he wore had two electrum clasps with the crest of Clan Mereel on his pauldrons, and only that. At his hip rode a short and vicious pair of beskad, and gripped tight was a relic of a mass driver rifle, a Shacklebolt.

As the chaos of the seizing began. he stepped forward.

"Honored Council, please. Listen to our Speaker. Warriors of our skill would not make this base a ploy. Let us work together to find the cause and stamp out this fire, and may it be a symbol of our goodwill to you that we will do so. With your permission, my small cadre of guards outside will be commanded to report to your security teams to help bolster defenses."

Turning to Runi with a slight head tilt, he blinked a command to his comms and sent a beam to her and Vren Rook specifically on an encrypted channel.

"Who turned up the heat in here? This complicates things..."

 

[Domina Prime]

You and i both know how this ends
Oh Champion Mine~

{ Jan Beroya }​

"CEASE THIS MADNESS!" A dominant voice boomed angrily from their position of power, causing the others to all immediately recoil in their movements and pause just before impact with Dima and her own people. A disappointing sight to behold, the glares from their many visors all focused on the 'creature' that had so rudely crashed their little games. The young Xeno squinted almost suspiciously, her many alien eyes drifting over the many Mandalorians before her before they finally focused on the source of the command issued.

"Creature of Haran, we do not recognise you within this arena!" He barked, causing Dima to slightly tilt her head to the side, and then the other. His phrasing not doing much to sway Dima as she shrugged very obviously.

"Well, Dima does not know any of you either so like....and?" She mused, obviously not fully gripping what he had meant by the statement.

"Alor'ad, I hold you accountable for this breach in the agreement. See to it that this abomination is dealt with according to the Manda and removed from our Coliseum. Only then may we continue negotiations." He spoke to Drillmaster now, Dima looking over at them and then back to Buir Detta and scoffing at the words he spoke this time.

Abomination huh? Not Vod? Not Cousin? Oh that is how it had to be? As long as she had made the Manda her one and true god? As long as she had bled for her cousins...killed for them? They'd only ever see her as a monster...what else should the Xeno have ever expected. Humans would always think of anything not like them as their lesser.

She decided not to dwell on it. After all, she doubted he was aware of just how effortlessly she could fold him and his entire coliseum in half three ways like a folding chair. No none of them had any clue of the devastation that could be unleashed with the flick of a single tendril from her back.

But an abomination? Domina Prime was evolution perfected. The purpose of her design was to withstand and counter those who held far more power than any mere man, the godlings with a wave of their hand could clear an entire room of Mandalorian veterans who trained their whole lives! Gone with a handwave. Dima had seen it one to many times and couldn't stand to tolerate such unbalanced scales, she felt an obligation to her cousins who EARNED their might through constant self forging and grinding against the sharpest of stones. They deserved more, they deserved better!

So when the coming war came and it certainly would! The Godlings would finally be faced with something that wouldn't only make them sweat, but make them tremble. She had little interest in conflicts with pretty criminals, pirates and flimsy soldiers from the rank and file bulk of bodies to throw at any given battle.

Dima only ever wanted to be a blade for the Manda to aim true towards their greatest enemies. A equalizer to a greater problem that has haunted Mandalorians since the beginning~ But they still only saw a monster...

She had to hold her tongue, clearly having crossed some invisible line she could not see nor fathom.

'Tradition'.

It was war time and they insisted on these...strange little games. Perhaps she just wasn't seeing the full picture? Must of been a human trait to have such foresight because at the moment Dima still couldn't quite see the point of it all.

"She shares in the belief of the Manda. Allow me to speak with her. She is Mando'ad, same as us. Allow her to fight - on your terms." Drillmaster insisted, causing Dima to roll her eyes so far into her head she was practically looking at her own heart beating in her core.

"You are beautiful, you are precious, you are brave and you are mighty. Just ignore them Dima, you are a 'noble lady of Manda' now~" She murmured to herself in an attempt to keep herself from barking back at Buir Detta with enough venom to stun a Krayt Dragon. Drillmaster pleading with the man eventually got them to return from the stands in attempts to get Dima to fall in line properly.

"Very well, Alor'ad. You have my leave to go down and speak to her. But hear my warning - if she does not comply to the traditional martial ways of our people, I then hold you accountable. I will not hear your propositions and it would mean war between our people."

"Pfffft HA! With who? These losers?" Dima cooed warmly, almost innocently with a grin. Not quite loud enough for Buir Detta to hear but certainly abrupt enough for the Mandos who were mere meters from her to catch and only look back at Dima while giving her 'the bird' along with a number of other gestures. Dima returned them, lifting all four of her arms and flicking as many of the others off as she could at once.

Suddenly there was a SLAP to the back of Dimas helm, causing her to stumble forward a step and cease her childishness as Drillmaster proceeded to tear into her.

"Stop that! You are NOT making this easy will you quit HARASSING and ANTAGONIZING them!" They barked, Dima lowering her arms bashfully and sulking as she was scolded by the Drillmaster who had...probably known her since she arrived at the Foundling Barracks.

"B-but they started it-"

"Oh no ya don't! Your gonna fall in line with the traditions and ways of our cousin clans or you are going BACK to the SHIP you get me girl?!" The hissed, causing Dima to lower her head as if she were a child and nodding slightly.

"Y-yes Drillmaster ok, Dima is sorry~" The xeno apologized, however, when looking at the other mandos who chuckled and laughed at the girls disciplinary scolding Dimas tail rattled viciously and filled with venom quickly as she crossed all four arms over her chestplate and pouted. "This is like, totally lame Drillmaster! These cousins are no fun, no fun at all!" She turned her back to them and tried to focus her attention on something else to prevent herself from doing something else she would end up regretting.

"Dima just relax ok...it's gonna work out fine alright? Just follow our lead and don-"

"Dima is stupid, Dima is abomination, Dima can't do anything right, Dima is always wrong, Dima never belongs right? Just go on and do whatever it is you were doing and Dima will be a good little monster on a leash~" Dima snapped, her tail flicking dangerously over Drillmasters head, causing them to duck down and sigh deeply, returning back to the other Mandalorians and Buir Detta and giving a gesture.

"We are prepared to proceed, and she promised to behave~"

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