Campaign The Reclamation War: Bending Feathers | Mandalorian Enclave

[Avel Som]

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"And I thought monstrosities like you are supposed to be locked up in Kamino."

The Mandalorian woman landed a few meters from him. She had projected some kind of blade from the vambrace on her right wrist. Trying to get in close, or was it just a ploy? Darkwing was sending him mental images of the other things going on around them. Not now, Darkwing, I'm a little occupied down here. Out loud he said, "Yeah, I'm a bit of a freak, but at least I don't go around torching and murdering innocent people!" His eyes burned with anger, but his voice and body were steady. Though, his shirt was rather shredded from the tiny missile that had hit him. He'd have to get a new one after this.

He ran towards the woman, firing all six shots of his revolver, aiming for various weak points in her armor: throat, inner arms, inner thighs, anywhere not covered in metal. He had no way of knowing how effective it would be, but he wasn't exactly the cautious type. As soon as he ran out of chambered slugs and reached the woman, he'd aim a massive uppercut with his left fist right underneath her helmet, not caring how much it might hurt him. His slender and frail-looking frame belied how strong he actually was.

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NAME: Avel Som
LOCATION: Rishi
ENGAGING: Yael Kandar

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[Gar Shale]

OUTFIT: x
TAG: Adenn Munin | Domina Prime | Eliz Krayt | Elise Ahana-Gwyneira | Mevia Krayt | Jan Beroya | Kaiyra Munin | Open
ENGAGING: Elise Ahana-Gwyneira
GEARS: In bio

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TRACYN ISLAND, RISHI, ABRION SECTOR, WILD SPACE

At a much closer look, it seems like Elise's loadouts are not as impressive a I thought it was. the weaponry, yes, the pistol and blades look a notch up the quality of mine. However, she doesn't wear a Beskar'gam. There is no Iron Heart on that armor, nor any plate of Beskar. It's only customized to look like a Beskar'gam. A Krayt without a Beskar'gam, perhaps these folks have different customs when it comes to Beskar acquisition or adoptions.

She knew she was likely to lose today, but she was going to give this her best shot.

<"I am ready.">

At her remarks, I nodded, a sign of acknowledgement, respect, and that I am also ready. I scanned the crowd, specifically the area where the foreign guests are seated. I can see two Krayts, one male and one female, up there. I'm sure they're somehow related. Elise looks and sounds young, probably in her late teens or early 20s, so the two might be her parents. No matter how beaten up she will ended up be, it still takes a lot of courage to challenge a Buir, and subsequently accepted the counter-challenge from said Buir's Champion. They raised her well.

I started moving, circling the arena after making sure that my pistol is set to stun, and unsheathed my Beskar Vibroblade. Looming, waiting for an opening, before prowling at her, boosted by my jetpack, taking the first strike followed by a subsequent backhand slash. The hope is, I can lure her to an aggressive stance after, where I can fight defensively, where I am the most comfortable in.​

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[Vren Rook]

TAG: Runi Kuryida | Corbin Vasher | Darius Mereel
GEAR: In Bio

THEME​

As usual, Runi both softened his words as well as let people know that they don't really have a choice in a matter. It just proved again why she was still the Speaker of the Mandokarla, even after all these years.

Vren let the silence hang for a quite a bit while Darius' men took off to investigate what was going on outside, his dark eyes remaining on the Galandan. Eventually, Nadira broke the silence first with a favourable vote.

"There's honestly plenty of Exonium. I believe you when you say you handle your own. I'm satisfied with that, personally. It is my vote, as Sunspeaker of the Rishii tribes, to allow you access and bolster ties with your Enclave. I believe it would be most beneficial for all of us."

The Karjr didn't take his eyes from the Galandan. One for one, the others from the Council voted in favour as well. All that remained was the chief of this Powwow and he was the hardest nut to crack.

The Elder's beady eyes watched Vren in silence as well, but the Guildmaster could see the wheels turning in his head. As if on cue, Darius spoke up regarding the situation outside.

"My men are deployed. Initial reports show some of the younger sik'haya got a little jumpy, location is fuzzy, as is why. Suspected coordinates are on your HUD, Speaker. Marshal, yours as well. I'll divert my men to said coordinates at your leisure."

The corner of Vren's mouth twitched into the semblance of a smile as he still looked at the Galandan.
"Keep your men out of it for now." he told the Mereel scion without breaking eye contact with the Elder. "We're all waiting on you, partner." Vren told him.
"Is this your way of securing my vote in favour, Mando'ad? You gave your word that you would deal with your own."
"I did and we will. I just didn't specify when." Vren answered him simply.
The Galandan sighed, knowing that he would not be able to win an arm wrestle with the Mandalorians. "Very well. We accept your terms. Trade with the Enclave is now open."
"Excellent. Thank you for your cooperation, friends." Vren smiled at them while jumping to his feet and grabbing his helmet. "We'll be taking a shipment now and see to it that the trade agreement is seen to swiftly. Expect shipments from Kestri within a fortnight." he told them before turning to look at Darius.
"Let's join your men to order our people back to the dropships." he told him before pulling on his helmet on. Some kids will be in big trouble back home.

His visor nodded at the Council and then beckoned at Runi and Corbin to join him and Darius before leaving the chambers.

 

[Corbin Vasher]

Spoiler: EQUIPMENT

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

After the four had left the chamber and were out of earshot of the council, Corbin spoke up. "I really don't like that guy. He doesn't even care about the Rishi citizens at all, just maintaining an image of authority. I wouldn't be against taking charge of the planet and replacing him, long as the citizens are unharmed. They'd be good allies, especially the Rishii. they're good people, and not all of them eschew technology. And even amongst the immigrant races, it'd be possible to find potential recruits if we set a good example. Show them how elite we are. If we could ever truly unite, we could show the whole Galaxy..." He knew that was nothing more than a pipedream, but he still felt obligated to strive for it regardless. He turned to Vren. "I'll admit I was worried for our reputation there for a bit, but I shouldn't have been. You turned it around and used it to your advantage. I'm thoroughly impressed. Guess you're a veteran and GuildMaster for a reason. My apologies for doubting."

Corbin let the Force flow over him, still subconsciously maintaining the bubble that disguised him as a Force user. He reached out, seeing if he could feel around, maybe get a bit of a gauge of what was going on. He wasn't the strongest at that, but he did feel something. "Hmm, I'm sensing some odd presences, but I cannot say what for certain. Can you sense anything, Speaker?"

Vren Rook Runi Kuryida Darius Mereel​

 

[Yael Kandar]

OUTFIT: x
TAG: Avel Som | Gailen Keldau | Jas Katis | Morgan Keldau | Rhys Swynol | Yolaghun | Zorana | Open
ENGAGING: Avel Som
GEARS: In bio

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RISHI, ABRION SECTOR, WILD SPACE

The birdman, with fiery rage in his eyes, emptied his revolver in my direction in a split-second. BOOM! The first one was aimed on my right inner shoulder, nothing that a little reflex move couldn't handle, as I leaned my right shoulder in-front and slightly lower, the slug hitting my right pauldron. BOOM! BOOM! They were both a miss, one went pass through under my armpit, the other flew over my left pauldron. BOOM! It missed barely, almost scraping the left side of my waist. Phew, that was a close one. BOOM!

"KARKIN' KARK!"​

The fifth one hits. Down my inner thigh, went in and out, just like that. BOOM!. It hurts like hell, but I wouldn't let it distract me from the sixth slug that was aimed perfectly at my throat. I gathered all my energy to jump, spinned myself in the air with a little help from my jetpack, blocking the last slug with my Beskar gauntlet. Luckily, the fifth slug didn't hit me in the bones, most likely just skin and a tiny bit of flesh. Unluckily, I dropped back on my foot just to be met with an uppercut straight under my Buy'ce.

That was a quite hard hit. Hard enough to rock my head and drop me back first into the ground, but not hard enough for me to lose control of the situation. Once again, I utilized my jetpack to gain some distance from my opponent. Hopefully, it hits his hand as hard as his hand hits my chin. As I got back on my feet, I saw an opportunity to catch him off guard, with his revolver most likely still out of ammo. Taking a couple of steps and leaping towards the guy on my Halo Jump Boots, with adrenaline rushes helping me to ignore the bleeding flesh on my inner thigh, I took a huge Beskad swing aimed at his neck.

<KARKIN' GOT HIT!>​

I winged it on comms to the rest of the team as I took the leap and Beskad swing.​

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[Rhys Swynol]

Location: Rishi
Equipment: standard blaster rifle, couple of thermodetonators
Objective: Cause chaos!
Appearance: Armoured
Tags: Morgan Keldau | Yolaghun | Yael Kandar | Gailen Keldau | Zorana | Avel Som Jas Katis

Well it seemed that the dragon was attempting to communicate. Though he couldn't speak a language that Rhys could communicate with, instead Rhys was going to have to rely on sharing his emotions and his ability to read the emotions of other sentient beings. The luck of being Zeltron, didn't need a shared language to enjoy that two being could have a good time. He just had to ensure that his attempted at communication was clear and direct. A misunderstanding could be dire for the Mandalorians.

"Rhys," he pointed to himself with a smile behind his helmet. So the dragon had a name, Yolaghun. "Friend." He pointed to the basilisk that held the interests of the dragon. His emotions would be positive, happy, kindness, joy. He then pointed to the Rishi and those attempting to help them, "enemies." As he said that word, negative emotions of hurt, pain, upset and anger were communicated through Rhys. It was an attempt to get Yolaghun to help in the fight, it was basic but sometimes basic was good.

When he heard Yael had been shot on comms, he turned to Yolaghun, "fight. I need to fight. Help us." His words simple and his emotions were offering hopeful, positive emotions to entice the dragon in helping them, especially since Yael could use some help right now.

 

[Runi Kuryida]

:: R I S H I​

Runi didn't flinch when Vren Rook implied the Mandalorians might not assist in the investigation in a timely fashion. He didn't say they wouldn't either, merely that a timetable had not been specified. Which was entirely accurate. Also, the Code didn't mandate any particular action in that moment. Honor would require they settle matters expediently, of course, since they couldn't have people sullying the Manda by proxy.

Unlike Vren, however, Runi did not jump to her feet with matters seemingly at an end. The Speaker was neither early nor late to her arrival or departure to affairs such as these. Matters were in hand with Darius Mereel having people stationed and the negotiations seemingly concluded. Since there was no pressing war effort to see to, nor would the Speaker be personally inclined to see to it, why rush from the chamber?

Runi looked over at Corbin Vasher and gave the man a slight nod that they would depart. Vren might have been in a hurry, but those of the Mandokarla were not.

"Many rulers are preoccupied with maintaining their authority - their power - above and at the expense of all other matters," Runi replied to Corbin's dislike of Galandan. "Some do this out of ignorance rather than spite."

His comments about uniting drew Runi's hazel gaze, however. "It is not important whether the galaxy recognizes how 'elite' we are, Corbin. If that is what brings strength of character to our people, so be it. What others think of us matters not." The sentiment was what worried her. It had been heard too often of late, and not for reasons Runi felt were for the betterment of their people. Mandalorians had often engaged in war. She was not opposed to it in principle, only in how it was used -- at times poorly.

Then Corbin brought up a sense in the surrounding region. Runi inclined her head. "There are those with a connection to the Manda here." A slight downward turn to the Speaker's lips followed suit. "Not all of whom have yet embraced the Manda." Some used their powers for what Jedi would call 'evil.' It was not quite 'evil' in the purest sense, but it was directed against Mandalorians which was the closest equivilant from Runi's point of view. Unless such a soul redeemed itself, of course. "Let us join with Darius' number and see if they will be confronting these few. If not, would you care to seek one out?"

 

[Gailen Keldau]

ACKLAY
EVERYWHERE | RISHI
TAG: Zorana | Yael Kandar | Morgan Keldau | Rhys Swynol | Avel Som | @I am not tagging y'alls alts
GEAR: In bio

STILL COUNTING​

:: On it! Rhys, on me. ::

Thank the Manda for Morgan. It helped having another command-savvy Mando'ad around. It gave Gailen time to focus on the mercenaries and dodging the grenade that came flying through the air.

He heard Mouse make his turn to come around again. so he continued to keep the mercs pinned while swooping around on his side while Zorana covered the other side. But his body went cold when a warhead sailed in the direction of the Basilisk. He even stopped shooting for a second.

Luckily Mouse banked slightly to allow it to pass under his wing. But he saw the merc who had shot the warhead take aim again. Without thinking, he dove towards the mercenary.
<Mouse! Get out of here!> he yelled at the droid as he went...

...before crashing right into Krast, fist first to divert his attention from Mouse. However, his momentum and jetpack kept him going over the mercenary after barreling into him. Well behind enemy lines now, he was in trouble. It took him almost a heartbeat to get control of his jetpack again after the speed with which he had acted. When he got control of his jetpack, however, he was up in the air again, firing down at the mercenaries.

Until...

<KARKIN' GOT HIT!>

<Are you kidding me?!> He was going to flay her alive afterward. But they had to get out of this first. <Morgan, you guys cover me!> Gail sped off in Yael's direction where she was still managing to swing a beskad at a weirdo. <Mouse, stay away from that damn launcher but we need an evac!>
://: You don't say. ://: came the droid's sassy reply, but the howl could be heard nonetheless.

In one swift moment he swooped in, grabbing Yael around her waist with one arm and yanking her backward while he allowed momentum to carry his other crushgaunted fist to travel straight toward the strange man. At the same time instance, fire erupted from the same vambrace to try and drive some distance between them and the attacker. Thrusting his feet forward while still in the air, he allowed the repulsors of his Halo boots to try and put some more distance between them while the jetpack carried him and Yael backward in the same instance.

He then made a beeline for the Basilisk where he had touched down on the platform. He set Yael down gently.
<Get to Mouse and get the kriff back to the cruiser and get to the medical bay. That's an order.> he told her before gaining altitude again and turning back into the firefight between the Mando'ade and the mercenaries and factory security personnel.

This was on giant dumpsterfire that they'd all get hanged for.

 

[Avel Som]

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One of Avel Som's slugs hit the mark, but the Mandalorian just took it and kept coming, even with the blood pouring. She managed to just barely deflect the last shot aimed at her throat. These Mandos definitely lived up to their reputation for being fighters. The uppercut was more than successful at knocking her back, though it cracked his bones and split his hand open in the process. The woman was able to recover by utilizing her jetpack, damn annoying things. Though, he really couldn't blame anyone for wanting to fly.

She lunged at him with the blade protruding from her vambrace, aimed straight for his throat. He dropped the revolver and stuck his hands out to catch the blade. He let the blade impale his hand, grabbing her fist so she couldn't get away. He used her momentum to swing her around, attempting to slam her head-first into the ground. Even with a helmet, it should knock her unconscious at the least.

Darkwing suddenly gave a screech of warning. As he had the woman in the air, he turned to see another Mandalorian coming straight at him. The man grabbed the woman around the waist and aimed a crushing blow to Avel Som's face. The blow shattered his goggles and ripped his hand away from the woman's blade. As he crashed backward to the ground, the man hit him with an intense blast of fire from a flamethrower. Avel Som's whole upper torso was engulfed in flames, and he could smell his own flesh burning.

He quickly removed what was left of his flaming, shredded shirt and bandana and threw them to the side. He picked the shattered remains of his goggles. "That bastard, that was my favorite pair." He stood up and grabbed both the rifle and the revolver he had thrown down and began to reload them as his flesh healed itself. He wasn't quite finished here yet. He owed these Mando thugs for the Rishi civilians they had murdered, and he owed the one for a lost pair of goggles.

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NAME: Avel Som
LOCATION: Rishi
ENGAGING: Yael Kandar Gailen Keldau

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[Yael Kandar]

OUTFIT: x
TAG: Avel Som | Gailen Keldau | Jas Katis | Morgan Keldau | Rhys Swynol | Yolaghun | Zorana | Open
GEARS: In bio

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RISHI, ABRION SECTOR, WILD SPACE

As I used my last ounce of energy to thrust the birdman on his throat, he surprisingly blocked it with his bare hand, Beskad piercing his hand, which is already mangled from punching my Buy'ce. I can't keep engaging this man like this, he is clearly not a normal being, with how his body tolerates pain and his limbs regenerate. All I can think at the moment is my Ultrasonic Pistol, yet before I could yank it from the holster, the guy lifted me up in a slamming motion. This couldn't be good. I tried to struggle off but I've lost way too much blood to muster a full energy to do so. So, I do the next best thing I could. I closed my eyes and I talked to the Manda. Praise be Their name, for showing the light on my path.

Am I dead? The slam never happened, instead, it was another different motion. I felt my body snatched up and moved away in another direction. When I slowly opened my eyes, I saw that silver and dark green Beskar'gam. Gailen, taking me away from the frontline. Ugh, I don't know whether to be thankful or annoyed. On one hand, I did send a comms that I got hit, and the birdman almost killed me. On the other hand, I told them because I need a backup, not getting escorted away. A mere slug wouldn't kill me.

He then made a beeline for the Basilisk where he had touched down on the platform. He set Yael down gently.
<Get to Mouse and get the kriff back to the cruiser and get to the medical bay. That's an order.>

<God damnit Gail, I asked for reinforcement, not evacuation!>​

Yet here I am right now, already close to Mouse. The battlefield lean quite on our favor, I guess there's no shame in going back first. I made my way towards and into Mouse. The Basilisk Droid greeted me gently, I guess he liked me? I really wanted to just take over Mouse and lay wrath on the remaining enemies, but I don't think I have enough to focus on flying something I'm not used to. Thus, rather than risking something stupid and making things worse, I requested one last thing from Mouse.

"Hey, can you unleash hell on the mercs before taking me to the Cruiser?"​

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[Morgan Keldau]

Kestri | Refinery
Gear: In bio
Tags: Yael Kandar | Gailen Keldau | Zorana | Avel Som | Rhys Swynol | Yolaghun

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Theme​

Rhys immediately took control of the situation with the dragonoid being, suggesting that Morgan lowered his weapon while trying to communicate with the stranger. The being didn't seem to be familiar with Basic, despite his somewhat successful attempt at communication. Morgan, however, did comply by lowering his rifle for the moment as he watched the two go at it. In a situation like this, he wasn't afraid to admit that he was ill-equipped. Especially in a warzone.

What became more of a concern in the moment, was the comms chatter raging within his helmet. Yael managed to get herself shot and Gailen requested covering fire as he blasted through the air. To make matters worse, a missile narrowly missed the Keldau's Basilisk in the air. They had heavy weapons. They could deal with that. The issue was the greenie that managed to get overwhelmed in her pursuit of the sniper. "Karkin' shiny." He muttered with himself before opening his line on the comms. :: This is Morgan, read you loud and clear. Moving to reinforce. :: He radioed before turning his attention to Rhys and the dragon. "Get him out of here, or at least to our ships. Guy's barely able to communicate." He spoke with a firm voice.

Rhys seemed to be doing good with his attempt at communication, using simple words and gestures to convey the situation. But a battlefield wasn't the time for this. They were both needed elsewhere. "This isn't the time to entertain civvies." He commanded before taking off to get to Gailen.

From the air he could see Gailen squaring off with a merc, flying around to dodge the man's attacks while trying to get to their lines. Morgan immediately let loose with his rifle, as well as a grenade or two, to force the mercenaries' heads down. He prvided covering fire as Gailen broke off to get Yael out of harm's way. He stuck close to his kin as he reloaded his rifle, covering the man as good as he could with their flight to his Basilisk. Touching down, Morgan waited for Gailen to get her on the Basilisk before turning his attention to the man. "Hope you're gonna give her an earful when we get back to base, commander." He remarked as he turned his attention to the mercs.

 

[Meshla Detta]

Tor Valum, Kestri, Wild Space
Ji'yrMarket
Solus Beroya

ANGEL_WITH_A_SHOTGUN
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Between her initial interaction with the large Mando and the manner in which he spoke to the merchant... Was this guy for real?! I mean no Mandalorian, well any that she knew especially as of late, was that genteel. It made her curious about him and what his story was.

Then he asked about a Kad Tor ... The name of the Goran she did know well, intimately one could say. The man was her mother's younger brother.

His inquiry about her uncle raised all sorts of red flags, but the Detta would give the other Mando the benefit of the doubt... for now. Though, she would remain ever vigilant and be on her toes if it was a fent because men can't be trusted much.

<" Tell you what, ner vod. Why don't you buy me a drink and I'll see what I can do to help you on your quest? I was told at the spaceport that the Shukur Kyr'bes Tavern has the best ne'tra gal on tap though the food isn't great. The Broken Skull is not too far from the market. It will be a nice walk to stretch our legs, hmm? Well, unless you're not done shopping for goods? By the way, I'm Meshla of Clan Detta, and you be?">

 

[Yolaghun]

Rhys Swynol Morgan Keldau Yael Kandar Gailen Keldau Zorana​

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Yolaghun tried to makes heads or tails of what the one man was saying. He caust faint hints of different pheromones, or something similar, that were trying to edge his emotions in a particular direction. "Fos'lah'los'daar?" It was rather convenient though. Because of it, he was able to get a gist of what the creature was trying to say. The metal thing was a friend? So, was it alive or sentient? That was rather intriguing.

And apparently the man was asking for help with the people they were fighting. Why would they need his help? Or, perhaps, it was a sport, and they were offering to let him in. He had no idea what the rules were, but he appreciated how nice and friendly they were being. But then, something happened. There was a ruckus, and the other man - the one who had pointed some funny-looking metal stick at him - started saying something then ran off. Apparently, one of them had gotten injured. She was bleeding pretty badly as one of the other guys hauled her to the big metal creature.

The man who had injured her looked bizarre. He didn't have carapace or scales. Instead, he seemed to be wearing two sets of skin, the outer layer of which was on fire, and he quickly threw it off. How peculiar. Temporarily disregarding the funny, thin man, Yolaghun strode up to where the injured woman was in the metal creature. The thing was quite large, even to him. He gave a respectful nod of his head to the woman inside. They didn't seem to take it as an insult, so it should help them know he was trying to be friendly.

Suddenly, something hit his scales. What was that? He felt it again. He turned to look. The thin man was using a stick to launch little pieces of metal at him. And it really stung! Annoyed, Yolaghun took to the air, landing in front of the man, who looked surprised, but completely unafraid. Actually, he looked... angry. Perhaps even a bit feverish? Yolaghun glared down at him. "Ofan'zu'u'aan'dahrin'fah'daar!" he commanded the man.

In response, the man shot more of the pellets at him, which stung even more up close. This time, Yolaghun was getting quite angry. He let out a deep growl, felt a warm burning in the pit of his stomach, and roared with a vicious blast of blue fire at the skinny man. Both the metal stick and a good chunk of the man's torso were completely gone. Yolaghun turned around to walk away, when he heard a screech and was hit full in the back by a blast of lightning. Yolaghun roared from the pain. He turned to look at the hawk that had just blasted him with lightning magick. He tried to fire blasts of fire at the bird, but it kept dodging every one of them. With another mighty shriek, the bird blasted Yolaghun with some kind of whirlwind, knocking him over. The bird dove for the man, lifting what remained in its talons and flying off. Well, at least it was gone now.

Yolaghun turned back, rubbing the sore spot where the lightning had hit him, and walked over to the man who had been communicating with him before. "Ahrk'nu?" he asked.

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[Solus Beroya]

Tag: Meshla Detta​

<<< Solus, >>> came his one word reply.

What good would it do to give a clan name when he had abandoned most of his kin over the constant fighting over Mand’alor. Perhaps he would return one day, but the Beroya first needed to find those who felt the same way as he did. He would not fall victim to the same battle that had seen him grow tired and ashamed of the once great warrior people.

Her request was acceptable. He nodded. What was interesting was that she did not give away whether she knew the name or not. Buying her a drink likely meant she knew the goran, but Solus also was not one given to assumptions. Still, this seemed as though she wanted something from him for her help. Cheap booze seemed to be the price he was going to pay in order to get it.

<<< “Fine.” >>>

He knew where it was, so Solus began to walk toward the tavern. The man smirked under his helmet as he thought about the woman’s name. How ironic that her parents had named her a thing mandalorian women hated to be known for. Beauty was not as valuable as one’s skill in battle. Was she cursed with a good face and no skill, or could it be she was deadly as she was beautiful, or ugly. There were several ways to think about it until he saw her face.

The drinks would give him an opportunity to lay some of his curiosity to rest.

<<< “I was not looking to purchase anything from the market. Kad Tor is who I seek. Rumors are there is none better to work on your armor, or craft you a new set entirely. His services are the ones I want, and I have the credits to buy them. Well… depending on how much you can drink.” >>>​