Azrael
RETIRED
REPOST FROM THE CACHE
Tales of the Journeyman had been almost harped on to the degree that the Field Marshal spoke about them. Concord Dawn was their sister planet, and had been left in the hands of these guards who - while they weren't Mandalorian by name - their honor and practices spoke for them, and allowed the famed culture to accept their work as being proven worthy of the Manda. Guilt is what was echoed though every time Gilamar spoke of these men and women. He felt it was his fault, his duty to make sure they were backed up properly by the Vod, and that hadn't been the case.
The Sith had stormed in one too many times and taken out their ranks, thinning the heard until only a few brave and hardened Journeyman were left on the planet to fend for themselves. It was the people of the planet, though, that seemed to worry the Field Marshal the most, and he'd been planning this intervention and support structure for some time. All of this Azrael had gleaned from the older man as he had been working alongside the Field Marshal not only in constructing his own armor, but in assisting the engineer in his plans to strengthen Mandalore, and bolster their ranks before and during the Dark Harvesters had arrived. Where was Azrael though?
Azrael was in jail. Earlier that same day he had been commissioned by the Field Marshal to scout ahead and check out what kind of welcome the Mandalorians might receive when they came en masse to provide help and assist in getting the people of Concord Dawn back on their feet. That hadn't gone so well. Instead of being able to report exactly what he found, the Journeymen had gotten to him first. At first they had been surprised to see a Mandalorian, but that surprise had quickly waned into bitter-resentment. He'd gone in without his normal weapons, which had put him at their mercy - so he'd stayed relatively calm when they took him into their custody and stuck him into a holding cell. Still strapped with his basic armor, Azrael was standing before an energy field that kept him from getting to anything they took from him, namely his commlink and transponder. They had killed both signals upon arresting him, his ardent request that they do the right thing had fallen on deaf ears.
From his point of lockup, he was watching the time, knowing that the fleet would be here very soon. A fleet that the Journeymen only half believed. The only part that they said was plausible was that they were coming, but to give aide was not exactly something they were gambling on, despite his protests. By now though, Azrael knew that if he was kept and found by the Field Marshal, hot head thinking would over-power compassion and there were be hostility brimming immediately.
"I get it, you've been left out in the cold and the Mandalore nor the 'ade have come to your aide. You were put in charge of this world and you think you've been abandoned. But when that fleet lands, and it should be soon, the Field Marshal and the vode are going to come in bearing supplies for the planet, and help and relief for you. You keep me here, you might get something else. You really want to take that chance with the weight of Mandalore stacking the odds?"
"The Manda don't care 'bout us, boy!" One of the Journeyman spat at him. "They left us here to rot and get picked off by the Sith. Where were they when my platoon got pinned down for three weeks and hadn't any ammo to speak of. You say the Manda is coming here, fine. Let them see what they did to us, and they can get the same welcome as you."
"Argh...you osik...you're going to put all these people in jeopardy if you don't let me out. At least let me communicate, tell the Field Marshal what to expect."
"Nice try boy, just sit and stew, maybe you'll get a front row seat." A laugh of derision came next as the Journeyman in question exited the barracks and left Azrael alone with his thoughts and the gentle hum of the force field keeping him at bay.
@[member="Basaba Willamina"] @[member="Texam Halion"] @[member="Jaden Taacyn"] @[member="Gilamar Skirata"] @[member="Kila Cadau"] @[member="Ordo"]
Tales of the Journeyman had been almost harped on to the degree that the Field Marshal spoke about them. Concord Dawn was their sister planet, and had been left in the hands of these guards who - while they weren't Mandalorian by name - their honor and practices spoke for them, and allowed the famed culture to accept their work as being proven worthy of the Manda. Guilt is what was echoed though every time Gilamar spoke of these men and women. He felt it was his fault, his duty to make sure they were backed up properly by the Vod, and that hadn't been the case.
The Sith had stormed in one too many times and taken out their ranks, thinning the heard until only a few brave and hardened Journeyman were left on the planet to fend for themselves. It was the people of the planet, though, that seemed to worry the Field Marshal the most, and he'd been planning this intervention and support structure for some time. All of this Azrael had gleaned from the older man as he had been working alongside the Field Marshal not only in constructing his own armor, but in assisting the engineer in his plans to strengthen Mandalore, and bolster their ranks before and during the Dark Harvesters had arrived. Where was Azrael though?
Azrael was in jail. Earlier that same day he had been commissioned by the Field Marshal to scout ahead and check out what kind of welcome the Mandalorians might receive when they came en masse to provide help and assist in getting the people of Concord Dawn back on their feet. That hadn't gone so well. Instead of being able to report exactly what he found, the Journeymen had gotten to him first. At first they had been surprised to see a Mandalorian, but that surprise had quickly waned into bitter-resentment. He'd gone in without his normal weapons, which had put him at their mercy - so he'd stayed relatively calm when they took him into their custody and stuck him into a holding cell. Still strapped with his basic armor, Azrael was standing before an energy field that kept him from getting to anything they took from him, namely his commlink and transponder. They had killed both signals upon arresting him, his ardent request that they do the right thing had fallen on deaf ears.
From his point of lockup, he was watching the time, knowing that the fleet would be here very soon. A fleet that the Journeymen only half believed. The only part that they said was plausible was that they were coming, but to give aide was not exactly something they were gambling on, despite his protests. By now though, Azrael knew that if he was kept and found by the Field Marshal, hot head thinking would over-power compassion and there were be hostility brimming immediately.
"I get it, you've been left out in the cold and the Mandalore nor the 'ade have come to your aide. You were put in charge of this world and you think you've been abandoned. But when that fleet lands, and it should be soon, the Field Marshal and the vode are going to come in bearing supplies for the planet, and help and relief for you. You keep me here, you might get something else. You really want to take that chance with the weight of Mandalore stacking the odds?"
"The Manda don't care 'bout us, boy!" One of the Journeyman spat at him. "They left us here to rot and get picked off by the Sith. Where were they when my platoon got pinned down for three weeks and hadn't any ammo to speak of. You say the Manda is coming here, fine. Let them see what they did to us, and they can get the same welcome as you."
"Argh...you osik...you're going to put all these people in jeopardy if you don't let me out. At least let me communicate, tell the Field Marshal what to expect."
"Nice try boy, just sit and stew, maybe you'll get a front row seat." A laugh of derision came next as the Journeyman in question exited the barracks and left Azrael alone with his thoughts and the gentle hum of the force field keeping him at bay.
@[member="Basaba Willamina"] @[member="Texam Halion"] @[member="Jaden Taacyn"] @[member="Gilamar Skirata"] @[member="Kila Cadau"] @[member="Ordo"]