Private The Si'kahya | The Iron Barracks

[Kranak Vizsla]

T H E
S I ' K A H Y A

Location: Kestri, Tor Valum, The Kom’rk, The Iron Barracks, Barrack Number 104
Local Time: 09:15
Date: -DATA CORRUPTED-
Primary Objective: Meet Squadmates, Pick a Squad Lead, Name Squad
Secondary Objective: N/A
Equipment: Loadout 1 + Goran’s Stand (Greatsword’s Sheath lies over his left pistol holster on his Kama)
Tags: Thonn Rokkal | Aves Wren | Sasha Kryze | Shai Maji | Alora Vizsla

Armored boots clomped on the durasteel floor, echoing in the hallway as groups of Mandalorians walked their way to the Iron Barracks within The Kom’rk to settle down in their assigned barracks. Soft mutters of chatter and banter rang through the lively hallway leading to the Iron Barracks. The giant walked among them, but alone at the moment as he carried the equipment and gear he would require both during and after the selection phase that awaited dozens upon dozens Mandalorians volunteered for the process like him.

His large duffel bag crammed with necessary gear was hung over his right shoulder. The giant gripped the straps with his right hand while he walked; his left hand casually rested on the greatsword’s pommel as he made his way to his squad’s bunks.

He had heard rumours about the arduous process that went into joining the ranks of the esteemed Si’kahya before volunteering. He was also made aware of them during the interviewing process as well. <Only one in ten.> The Vizsla thought to himself. Their numbers would be thinned out, as the warriors that didn’t quite make the cut would be disqualified from continuing further into training. He would see the overly crowded hallways and barracks reduced to only a few squads worth of people in the coming weeks, if he would be around long enough to see it for himself.

It didn’t take long for the giant Supercommando to find the quarters he and his squad was assigned to. Sensing the giant with its movement sensors once he was close, the doors that lead into their designated barracks retracted to the sides allowing passage for Kranak, unfolding the barracks before the Supercommando’s eyes as the white fluorescent lights flickered to life, illuminating the room.

The room was quite clean and well maintained. The interior almost smelled like a hospital. There were six, one-man bunk beds embedded into the durasteel walls around him, with large lockers beside each bunk bed. There was a large metal table in the middle of the room, with two metal benches at its side. The giant gave a curt nod of his head. This would do. The barracks would be his new home during the selection process. The giant walked towards the bunk closest to their barrack’s entrance, to the right. Kranak removed the large duffel bag and the ECM 598 Medical Backpack on his back and put them on the ground, leaning them against his bed. The giant then removed the straps of the greatsword’s sheath tied to the left of his warbelt and set it beside his medical backpack, leaning it against his right leg before he sat down on the bed.

The Supercommando then pulled off his helmet with both his hands and set it to his left side on the bed; the helm’s glimmering white visor faded slowly to an obsidian black once it was removed. The giant then started to unpack the gear in his duffel back into the locker beside him. The duffel bag’s zipper ripped as the giant opened the bag and revealed its contents after the giant pulled it in front of his feet: His favored rifle, ENCL-36 Paranaor Blaster Rifle and his trusted Scatter Gun, a dozen magazines for his favored primary and several small boxes containing various types of slug rounds for his Scatter Gun, an Armor Maintenance kit, Universal Blaster Cleaning & Maintenance kit, a sharpening stone for his various bladed melee weapons, a Portable Clip Charger for recharging his various blaster magazines, and some clothing: a pair of clean form-fitting flightsuit tailored for his size and stature, several clean pair of socks and undergarments.

He first reached and pulled out the blaster rifle and the blaster cleaning & maintenance kit before unloading the backpack into his locker. Opening the kit, the giant reached for a large thick cloth from it and laid it on the bed after unfolding it. He didn’t want the cleaning solutions to stain his bed’s clean, snow white sheet.

Kranak then started to disassemble the large blaster rifle into its parts, laying each piece of the rifle on the cloth before cleaning them again once they came off the blaster’s lower receiver. It was safe to say maintaining his weapons, armor and gear was a ritual for the big guy. He was somewhat obsessed with making sure they were well maintained. He didn’t want his weapons to jam in the middle of a firefight. “Look after your battle-gear, and your battle-gear will look after you in return.” The giant softly rehearsed what he was taught in the Supercommando school back in the Union army.

His thoughts drifted to the squadmates whom he would be training and fighting with as he disassembled the blaster. He had taken a glance at the names of his squadmates, but hadn’t had the time to read their backgrounds yet. Thonn Rokkal, Aves Wren, Sasha Kryze, Shai Krayt and Alora Vizsla. He was acquainted and knew some of them, having fought shoulder to shoulder with a few of them. Which was considerably lucky, as they were put together into this squad by pure chance. Squadmates of a given squad were determined with a sortition.

Though none of them were appointed as their Squad Lead. That was left for the squad members to choose, as well as their squad designation was left upon the squad members’ choice. Their squad was currently referred to with a designated number, but that would change once everyone settled.

Kranak’s thoughts drifted to the arduous tasks ahead of him and his squad as he removed the underbarrel grenade launcher attachment from the blaster rifle. He took pride in graduating from The Union’s Supercommando school with flying colors, but this? The Si’kahya posed a bigger challenge than that. He dwelled on the possible challenges the selection would pose on him and his squad as he continued to clean and maintain his blaster rifle.

 

[Alora Vizsla]

Told you I could be Supercommando.

You're not one yet.

Alora mentally razzed the Gambit as she strode down the hallway. Sure, only one in ten became Si'kahya. And sure, Si'kahya didn't really have anything to do with being a Supercommando; but if you could become a Si'kahya, you could become a Supercommando. It was probably like an honorary degree or something. She managed to pass the interview hadn't she? Whole thing was in the satchel.

There was diversity in armor among Mandalorians, but there were also a lot of shared aesthetics too. So, Alora's polished suit of armor stuck out a little more than most because it didn't have the contrast of metal and armorweave. Also, the glowing violet visor didn't have the customary T-shape. All things anyone that so much as glanced at the female Mandalorian would notice. Probably even gossip about. Not that Alora minded; she'd designed it herself and never had been terribly big on 'but its tradition!'

There was one brave soul, however, that thought they should make a thing of it. Probably doubted such a rogue could measure up. When they darkened her path, she stopped and stared at the other woman for a moment. Words, apparently, weren't needed as her new friend casually brushed the straps of Alora's bag off her shoulder so the duffel collapsed beside her. Not a terribly nice thing to do, but angsty warriors will be angsty.

It was when they then reached for Alora's helmet that prompted her to act. Step in, hook and sweep the leg, one arm clothes-line the upper torso, shove over backwards. Other hand cross over the front, grab their vibroknife, pull it out the sheath; complete turn, face second opponent that'd taken half a second to join the engagement, activate and point the vibroblade at their neck. Hear the woman's beskar'gam clang on the floor.

Alora slowly bent her knees so the fingers of her free, right hand could wrap about the straps of her bag. Once she stood up to her full height again, she deactivated the knife and gave it a toss up in the air for the second Mandalorian to catch. Then Alora turned and resumed her trek into the Iron Barracks.

As the doors to the squad's quarters parted, Alora was humming to herself. The little scuffle along the way hadn't dampened her spirits. Nothing like a little friendly competition, right? That said, the young Mandalorian stood in the doorway for a little longer than was necessary as she leaned forward slightly and twisted first to the left and then to the right. After she straightened up, Alora stepped inside slowly and resumed a visual survey of the room's interior.

Beds embedded in metal walls with metal lockers beside them. Metal table. Metal benches around metal table. White fluorescent lighting. "They clean this place with a one point twenty-one gigawatt laser sweep or something?" Alora finally asked the universe. Like, Mandalorians liked their metal, but this was a bit much. Not an ounce of color -- of life in the place.

Except for Kranak. Alora turned her head to the side to look at the Giant sitting on the bunk he'd chosen. "Oh, heya!"

Alora turned and leaned forward a bit, her helmet tilted to one side as she regarded the big man's rifle. "ENCL-36, right? Successor of a WESTAR-M5." Her right hand dropped to one of the disruptor pistols holstered at her right hip. She drew it and made sure not to sweep the big guy as she pointed it toward the ceiling. "Made this based on the WESTAR-63, which was an offshoot of the ol' 35."

Unless Kranak wanted to look at it more closely, Alora would stow the weapon away. "I'm Alora Vizsla. Don't think we really met before. Look forward to meeting the challenges ahead with you."

POYO! Kranak Vizsla | Thonn Rokkal | Aves Wren | Sasha Kryze | Shai Maji​

 

[Sasha Kryze]

"Purple, not pink..."

Sasha mused to herself, looking at the cascade of colors that were universally accepted. What an odd thing to be looking up, and yet here she was making sure the distinction was accurate. While the reason had nothing to do with her armor, anyone in the small bunk room would be hard pressed to guess why she had mumbled it, considering she was painting something on the table. The type of thing one started to draw to pass time, and added so much attention to it became something of merit.

In this case, she was sketching an ocean with a wide face seemingly resting atop the water, sucking in the ocean itself endlessly. The why of it eluded even her, but now that she was here, shading, and re-shading it. it just felt right. The painting had been regulated to purely pencil so far, but it came time for it to take some color. The color for her ocean would be Purple, for whatever reason she felt, smirking to herself, though hidden behind her helmet. Oddly she had not seen yet to remove it, and had been lurking about wearing her full armor since she settled in.

Never really knew when you might need it on to move quickly, not to mention... Why should they see her face without good reason? She would indulge her anonymity, and keep herself covered in Beskar'Gam as long as she needed; the armors trim, and cover allowing for it to give weight, but an amount that had become easily manageable to her over the long years donning it. Not to mention, she could see better through the helmet anyway.

“Look after your battle-gear, and your battle-gear will look after you in return.”

Chit, she almost forgot she wasn't in the room alone. It took a lot of willpower to not look in the direction of the spoken word, but she maintained her concentration as she went about mixing the colors Red and Blue with an auto-mixer art kit. Imagine the horror of having to use brushes that didn't clean themselves... It would be a few moments in full before Sasha finally glanced over in Kranak's direction, taking in the weapon he used, and smiling again. The little things brought her joy...

Beds embedded in metal walls with metal lockers beside them. Metal table. Metal benches around metal table. White fluorescent lighting. "They clean this place with a one point twenty-one gigawatt laser sweep or something?" Alora finally asked the universe. Like, Mandalorians liked their metal, but this was a bit much. Not an ounce of color -- of life in the place.

Looked like people were starting to roll in now. which meant she needed to be ready to take them as they came. She had met mostly helpful Vod in her time, but knew all too well many would just as well seek to embarrass and belittle you. As unknown a Kryze as she was, she made no mistake about smashing her enemies out completely, physically, and mentally; she wasn't to be bullied, or forced beyond her intent. Perhaps her and... Alora, is it? Had things in common.

In any case, Sasha watched along for a few beats before getting her supplies cleaned up off of the middle table, taking her time to put all her painting equipment away in her locker. It always started with the Vod showing off their disruptor pistols, and next thing you knew there was brief and unbridled chaos... Well, now that she thought about it, maybe the choice to make the room mostly metal was a deep understanding of how rowdy Mandalorians could get...

By Mandalore, just let her have some cool bunk-mates on her team, clean ones too; she wasn't cleaning up after anyone. After removing any immediate presence of herself from the room, she would sit on the edge of her bunk, back turned to the others, waiting for what would come next.

Alora Vizsla Thonn Rokkal Shai Maji Aves Wren Kranak Vizsla

 

[Shai Maji]

Muffled shouting came from the other side of the door as the first few Mandalorians got settled in an acquainted with each other. The shouting grew louder until the door opened to reveal the back of none other than Shai. ”... And this flea-bitten mutt... what was that?!” She shouted to another soldier down the corridor. ”No, no, you ain’t gonna hit me! Know why?” a muffled ‘what’ erupted on the other side.

”Three things! I hit you, you hit the floor and I sleep with your wife again!” Walking backwards, the door slid closed as she grumbled a bunch of cuss words to herself. On one shoulder she had a large case filled with her weapons, while a large duffel bag rested on the other, containing her armour and clothing.

Turning around, her anger washed away in pleasant surprise as a smile adorned her face. ”Oh snap! You’re here too?” Without hesitation she dropped both on an empty bunk with a loud metallic clatter and rested her hands on her hips. Her cybernetic gaze studied them all as her grin widened. ”Turns out this is gonna be a fun stay after all.” She quipped, walking over to Sasha before she wrapped her beskar-clad cybernetic arms around her neck to remove her helmet and mess up her hair.

Sasha Kryze Kranak Vizsla Alora Vizsla Thonn Rokkal Aves Wren

 

[Thonn Rokkal]

While his mind had been on the training to come for months now, it was only recently that the full weight of what he’d signed up for sank in. He’d no illusions that training would be easy. The selection with a graduation rate of ten percent, only the most extraordinary Mandalorians would see the process through to the very end and join the ranks of the Si’kahya. Ever seeking to show his worth, Thonn was determined to prove that he was one worthy of their ranks.

The hallway’s sterile white matched the seriousness of the training that would no doubt follow. It would be the most prime opportunity he’d have thus far to prove himself – perhaps the most prime that he would ever have. To see himself a member of such an elite unite would be a dream fulfilled. Focused on what would lay ahead in the days to come, Thonn strode onwards to doors that would open automatically before him.

...In time to see Alora already accosted by several of the others. Well, he noticed Alora first: her distinct armour was rather attention grabbing, and she’d grabbed a lot of that. Thonn paused with his bag slung over his shoulder, almost ready to jump in. Despite appearances, she didn’t seem to be in a whole lot of trouble.

And....yep, there it was. She dealt with things fine.

Shai had arrived too, and had caused a commotion of her own. And like Alora, she’d sorted things out and convinced whoever that they were picking a bad fight. He’d noticed others he’d fought beside too, Kranak and Sasha. What luck that he had them for squadmates, given the placement was assigned and not chosen. They already had the benefit of working together, which would surely help in the training to come. It’d be arduous, and a strong team would be a much needed benefit.

With a nod to the others, Thonn continued on to his bunk before laying the bulky carrying bag on top of the white, pristine sheets. Opening the bag with the rip of a zipper, he then began laying his items out and sorting what would become his new living space. Or sleeping space – he didn’t expect to see this spot much aside from bedrest once training began.

Kranak Vizsla Alora Vizsla Sasha Kryze Shai Maji Aves Wren

 

[Aves Wren]

Aves Wren looked down into the visor of her helmet.

She was crouched down in one of the side corridors. Her heart beat so hard and fast she could feel it in her teeth. Her breath was rapid, but she felt like she couldn't catch up to it. Her hands shook as she stared into the yellow and red against the contrast of grey. She couldn't blink, couldn't look away; it pulled her in involuntarily and held on. Her eyes felt painful and dry, but she couldn't close them. Panic. Fear.

The metal plates on the wall behind her began to shake, struggling against their rivets and welds. They wanted to curl up around her like a protective shield, but could not tear themselves from the wall. The light fixture flickered, and brightened

Then-

The beskar met her forehead, pressing the black hair down over her eyes. Aves felt pain where the beskar pressed, but letting go was the last thing she wanted. The iron gave her solace. The walls, the light, the metal all around her was still and quiet. So much so that one would think it was all in her mind.

One long breath and her shoulders lowered.

Aves tucked her helmet under her elbow, then grabbed the hover-crate that stood off to the corner. She pushed the crate ahead of her with one hand as she made her way down the plain metal corridors. She heard the rowdiness of the different rooms. Scuffles and tests of strength were already breaking out. Aves was, perhaps uncharacteristically, uninterested in leadership.

She made her turn, found the entry to her squad room and then paused.

"Hi."

Aves stepped inside, warily heading to the final available bed.

Kranak Vizsla Alora Vizsla Sasha Kryze Shai Maji Thonn Rokkal

 

[Kranak Vizsla]

T H E
S I ' K A H Y A

Location: Kestri, The Kom’rk, The Iron Barracks, Barrack Number 104
Local Time: 09:20
Date: -DATA CORRUPTED-
Primary Objective: Meet Squadmates, Pick a Squad Lead
Secondary Objective: N/A
Equipment: Loadout 1 + The Goran’s Stand (Weapons and Greatsword stored in his locker. Retained his 7 inch Vibro-blade and Tactical Hatchet.)
Tags: Shai Maji | Alora Vizsla | Thonn Rokkal | Aves Wren | Sasha Kryze

”They clean this place with a one point twenty-one gigawatt laser sweep or something?”

The bunk’s doors opened, retracting to the sides with a soft mechanical whine, allowing passage to a Mandalorian into their bunks. Hearing the commotion to his rear, the giant looked back over his left shoulder as the doors of their bunks retracted to see who entered. He saw a fellow vod clad in a considerably less traditional set of beskar’gam; the fluorescent white lights glared off her dark, silvery gunmetal colored armor pieces. Some of her armor was trimmed violet. Her buy’ce lacked a Mandalorian’s distinctive T-Visor as well; the visor glowed with a lively violet as the warrior underneath the faceplate gazed at Kranak.

Though he couldn’t spot her clan insignia stenciled anywhere on her armor. He wasn’t sure who she was. He was only properly acquainted with Shai Krayt and Thonn Rokkal. He could recognize them easily among a crowd of Mandalorians. He was yet to meet with Sasha Kryze, Alora Vizsla and Aves Wren.

“Hah, I wouldn’t be surprised if they did!” Kranak grinned as he replied to the Mandalorian wearing the unorthodox beskar’gam.

”Oh, heya!”

Turning towards the Supercommando, she walked closer to the bunk he sat on and slightly leaned forward as her gaze fell on Kranak’s disassembled blaster rifle. The giant gave her an upward nod without a word and turned his attention to the rifle parts he was cleaning.

”ENCL-36, right? Successor of a WESTAR-M5.”

He turned his head towards the fellow vod standing beside him and looked up at her faceplate in response, with a big smile on his scarred face. “You know it!” Kranak nodded enthusiastically. He had a great deal of interest and love for older weapons designs that were modernized to suit the present day needs of a warrior.

Her right hand then dropped on her blaster pistol holstered on her right hip holster and drew it. She was careful not to point the blaster at him as she did. The blaster’s barrel was pointed at the durasteel ceiling.

”Made this based on the Westar-63, which was an offshoot of the ol’ 35.”

“Hah, I’m more of a 35 guy,” his left hand caressed and softly tapped the Westar-35c Particle Blaster Pistol holstered on his left Kama holster. “Beautiful, sleek design.”

He had heard about the 63. It was a more modern approach to the old, reliable design of the 35. The 63 had its respective benefits over the old design of the 35, but at the end his choice was still the 35. He was starting to like this vod! Not only did she have a good taste for blasters, but she also had made one of her own? That was commendable. He himself had vast knowledge of various types of platforms, but he wasn’t a forgemaster. He didn’t have any forging experience or the know-how to make weapons for himself.

He watched her as she unholstered her blaster pistol from her right hip holster. Gazing at the blaster, the giant was more than intrigued with the gun.

“Woah. May I?” Kranak asked as he extended his left hand towards the pistol, revealing his mild fascination at her creation she held with her right hand. He inspected the weapon closely as he held it in his hands. The pistol was obviously well maintained. It looked brand new, as if he just took it out from its case. It was on the lighter side compared to his 35c, though. His pistols were heavier compared to this.

But the design was equally as sleek as his 35c. The giant smoothly pressed down on the magazine release with his thumb just behind the trigger, and removed the magazine with his right hand, effectively emptying the weapon. He wanted to feel the pull of the trigger and didn’t want to cause a negligent discharge in the process. Once the blaster was effectively dry, the giant dry fired the blaster pistol as he extended his arm towards the wall to his right, aiming the blaster away from her.

The giant softly squeezed the trigger. A crisp, satisfying clack resounded in the bunks. The trigger was quite sensitive, as all high quality blaster pistols should be. A stiffer trigger would cause some mild inaccuracy with a pistol, caused by a mild sway due to the appliance of a greater pressure of the trigger, compared to that of a more sensitive one. One would be able to negate that by steadying the blaster wielding hand with the other, but if you were to dual wield two, then you’d have some accuracy loss.

He then gave a long glance at the parts of the pistol. He could see the care and hard work that went into the making of the pistol. The design still shared similarities with the 63 and the 35 obviously, but the parts were very well made. After finishing inspecting the beautiful weapon, the giant Supercommando smoothly inserted its magazine back into the pistol, and made sure the safety was turned on before handing the blaster back at her.

“A masterfully crafted weapon. You must be proud of your creation.” Kranak joyously said, with a toothy grin on his face.

”I’m Alora Vizsla. Don’t think we really met before. Look forward to meeting the challenges ahead with you.”

So, this was Alora! She was a part of his clan and house, but he didn’t have the privilege to meet her until now. “Ner gai bal aliit, Kranak Vizsla, ner vod!” Kranak said as he tossed the cleaning rag over the neatly placed blaster parts on his bed. The giant repositioned the greatsword that leaned up against his right leg towards the frame of his bunk bed, embedded into the durasteel wall before he stood up and towered over her. He extended his right hand towards the Mandalorian for a brotherly kov’nyn. He would slightly lean down to deliver the greeting if Alora accepted.

It was then he noticed another unfamiliar vod that was already settled down in the bunks, seated at the large, circular metal table. She wore a traditional beskar’gam like Kranak. Her armor was colored primarily black and dark purple, with a snow white trim at the edge of her armor pieces, dotted on her armor. Her faceplate reminded him of the Nite Owl helmets.

She was in the process of packing up her art supplies off the table and into her locker. For how long was she seated there? He knew not, but there were very few beings out there that could sneak up on him, or retain their concealment for a decent amount of time without the giant noticing them. She was now among them. He’d keep her concealment capabilities in mind for the future.

At the same time, he could hear the loud commotion behind their bunks’ durasteel doors, drowning out the soft, muffled chatter in the corridor. The doors of their bunks opened once again, revealing a familiar vod to Kranak.

”... And this flea-bitten mutt… what was that?! No, no, you ain’t gonna hit me! Know why?”
a muffled ‘what erupted on the other side.

“Three things! I hit you, you hit the floor and I sleep with your wife again!”

The door slid close shortly after Shai walked into the bunks backwards as she grumbled profanity after profanity, while facing whoever unfortunate vod that earned her ire. Her nasty temper subsided swiftly after turning around. Her anger was quickly replaced with joy as the Shistavanen’s lips formed a big, toothy smile.

”Oh snap! You’re here too?”

She dropped both of her large duffel bags on an empty, unclaimed bunk. The contents within loudly clattered metallically. She then studied the Mandalorians in the room with her gaze, her grin widening even more as she did.

”Turns out this is gonna be a fun stay after all.”
She quipped, walking over to Sasha before she wrapped her beskar-clad cybernetic arms around her neck to remove her helmet and mess up her hair.

“Hah, started to make new friends already, have we?” The giant quipped back at the Shistavanen vod as he crossed his arms over his broad chestplate, referring to the loud quarrel she was involved with earlier in the corridor.

His muscles would tense up slightly as he remembered what had transpired in that nightclub in Barbatos while in the pursuit of their mark, Darth Maliphant. There was a hint of worry hidden underneath the giant’s big smile for those with a knack for small details. If at one point the squad graduated all together, they would be representing The Si’kahya and The Enclave with their actions. The senseless murder of civillians would stain their honor.

Unarmed, non-combatants getting caught in a crossfire, or being at the wrong place at the wrong time was nothing new. Depending on the situation and the environment, it would still be very much possible to cause civilian deaths unintentionally, no matter how thoroughly you made your battle plan. But what she did in that nightclub? There was nothing unintentional about it, and that was what worried him.

Thonn’s arrival pulled the Supercommando out of his troubled, worried thoughts. He was followed by another vod the giant wasn’t familiar with, who entered the bunks a few moments after Rokkal. Thonn gave a curt nod of his head to those in the bunks as he claimed one of the last unclaimed bunk beds for himself, starting to unpack his belongings from his duffel bag and laying them out and sorting them on his bed, into his locker.

The last Mandalorian paused for a moment before greeting her squadmates already in the process of settling down in the room.

”Hi.”

She then claimed the last bunk for herself as she pushed a hover-crate towards her bed, with wary steps.

Kranak assumed it was just the excitement and worries of the first day. He smiled at the latest newcomer as he remembered his first day in the Supercommando School in the Union Army. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t worried or excited on his first day. The environment he saw and experienced that day was drastically different than anything he had experienced before up until that moment. He wouldn't be able to describe that feeling. It was best to experience it for oneself, for sometimes words were inadequate and didn’t do justice to how it felt.

The giant would turn to his bunk bed and sit at its edge once again, continuing to clean his disassembled rifle in silence. The squad would have to make several decisions today, but now wasn’t exactly the time to bring up the said decisions. He would wait until everyone was settled down in the bunks before walking up to the large, circular table and start the discussion.

Time: 09:42

The Supercommando closed his locker with a satisfied grin after he unpacked everything in his duffel bag into it. The ammunition, weapon and armor cleaning kits, his medical backpack and his favored weapons, his reserve form fitting flight suits, socks and undergarments were all neatly organized in his locker. The armor stand for his beskar’gam was empty, as he was still wearing his armor.

He then turned around to face his squadmates, giving them all a glance to see if they were all established in the bunks. After everyone was settled, he slowly approached the round large durasteel table in the middle of the bunks. He crossed his arms over his chest as he spoke. “Alright vode, we should get this sorted now,” Kranak said as he shot glances at the squadmates around him in the room, referring to choosing a squad lead amongst their ranks. “But first, an introduction is in order. Some of you,” Thonn, Shai and Alora knew him by name. He fought shoulder to shoulder with Shai and Thonn, but hadn’t had that privilege with Alora, and the other two of his squadmates, yet. “Already know me by my name, but I know most of you don’t. I am Kranak Vizsla, an Ori’ramikad from the former Union Army,” The Army was disbanded posthumously after the destruction of the chain of command, following after the retreat from Mandalore. But that never stopped him from being a Supercommando. Once an Ori’ramikad, always an Ori’ramikad. “Been trained as a specialist to undertake and finish a given objective no matter the obstacle imposed by the opposing force, like all Supercommandos.” He had a wide range of skills under his disposal which he would utilize for his squadmates and himself throughout their selection process.

Kranak glanced at the faces -and faceplates, for those that haven’t taken off their helmets- with some expectation for his fellow vode to introduce themselves so they could get to know each other. They would probably then choose their squad leader.

 

[Alora Vizsla]

Alora took the giiiiant Mandalorian's arm and returned the greeting. "Gar liser juha ni, Alora, ra Sur'ulur tekar," the young Mandalorian replied. Seemed like Kranak was something of a traditionalist with his greeting and deep knowledge of weaponry. Good thing she seemed to impress him with her knowledge and craftsmanship then! 'Cause she was definitely not a traditionalist, which the big guy probably figured out on his own given her beskar'gam.

The rest of the unit started showing up, and Alora gave Kranak a silent point of the finger to say she'd catch him later. Time to claim her bed before the others got the good ones! Which were those? The ones in the middle, of course! Where a cheerful spite like herself could dispense the most enthusiasm.

It was just after she'd set her things down and thought to introduce herself to Sasha when a boistrous woman strolled into the room. Alora popped her helmet off to reveal her brightly colored hair and set the helm down just in time for Shai's entrance. One where Shai threatened to sleep with someone's wife again. That was so Shai. They'd spent several weeks together with rehabilitation, so Alora wasn't the least bit taken-aback. "Hey, Shai," Alora lifted a hand overhead to wave as though they were across a ballroom.

"Oh," honey brown eyes turned toward the giant then, "you know Shai too? She's a very friendly person." Maybe too friendly, and not always in the way people liked. Alora liked her energy though; which was why she'd been so concerned when the woman showed up after getting her cybernets all mellow and subdued. Totally not the right demeanor for the Shistavanen.

Seemed half the team wasn't as, uh, loud as Alora and Shai though. Kranak was probably in the middle of the noise bunch. Type that didn't make any until he needed to, and when he did it was loud. That was cool. Being the quiet type was cool too, but that only meant Shai and Alora would have to approach you.

In the beginning, however, Alora busied herself unpacking her things into the locker. Duffel had been full of all kinds of gadgets, components, tools, cleaning supplies, and mechanic or engineer's kits. Also plenty of mags for her disruptors because you couldn't let those go silent! A change of clean underclothes and clothes for when she wasn't in the armor too, but not much else. There'd been so much Alora wanted to bring, but managed to distill it down into enough it wouldn't get whoever the Top Dog was angry at a 'mess' as it spilled out everywhere. Mandalorians were such a pain... they didn't understand just how much tech stuff you needed to address every situation! It didn't fit in one locker.

A short while later Kranak's voice cut through the room and drew her wide eyes. 'This'? What needed sorted?

When Kranak introduced himself Alora put on a wide smile. Badass Supercommando! Yeah, she'd seen the big guy at work on Kaddak from Shai's Walker.

After his introduction though he just kind of stopped. Oh, he wanted them to all introduce themselves! Not just a personal introduction. Right, right.

"Name's Alora Vizsla," she spoke up with a thumb jabbed back against her nonconforming beskar'gam. "Trained in cybernetics, slicing, engineering, and constructing crazy gadgets." A second' paused as she swept the room with her eyes. "Blasters and explosives." In case anyone had that blank 'what that mean?' look. "I've also got contacts off world in the Core if you need anything." Totally not offering to smuggle in drugs! Well, you know, not offering, but it was-- no, no! No drugs. Or women. Or men. Or sex-droids. Especially no sex-droids.

"Looking forward to acing this with all of you." Well they might as well be introduced to her eternal optimism and bull-headedness now.

POYO! Kranak Vizsla | Thonn Rokkal | Aves Wren | Sasha Kryze | Shai Maji​

 

[Thonn Rokkal]

One by one, he continued sorting his belongings out onto the bed before selecting a place for them in his locker. Extra attention and forethought guided his decisions as he stowed his gear away. Organization would be important, he knew that and was reminded of it by Kranak's sorting away of his own kit. And if Thonn didn't start out organized, it would be all the more difficult to get his things that way one training had begun.

He did pause, once he heard an unfamiliar voice behind him.

"Hi."

Turning around to greet Aves, he didn't really know what to make of the one-word greeting. Not that he'd do much better himself.

"Um. Hello." He didn't really know what else to add, and she was already heading to her bunk. After an awkward moment, he simply returned to sorting out his gear while Alora and Kranak discussed their own. By the time Kranak had finished and spoke to address the group again, Thonn had sorted away his own gear too. He'd rearranged things a few times, but was mostly content with how he'd gotten everything.

“But first, an introduction is in order. Some of you,”

Yeah, it was about that time. He'd known some of them in battle, and now was the time to get to know them outside of it now that they'd be working closely together.

"Thonn Rokkal. Heavy weapons specialist, and far from a stranger to combat." He introduced himself, looking to all around in the shared barracks.

"I look forward to working with you all, too." He added with a nod to all there. They'd all surely get to know each other well in the days to come

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[Sasha Kryze]

She had her back turned, looking at her own jump boots. She hadn't yet told Shai how well the Shistavanen's toys had worked out. She couldn't complain, and only found a taste for wanting more... Making it even more odd when the units main door slid open again, Shai herself walking through, the voice prompting Sasha to turn curiously, and smirk behind the helmet. An idle thought crossing her mind just then, she hoped the other had brought more toys...

The room had filled up pretty damn fast. A moment ago it was just her and Kranak, and now where she had already been plotting on the extra space in the squads quarters, it seemed they were pretty much full... And yet, she hadn't actually passed her test yet to be called Si'kahya... Then again, most of the people she tested with weren't here...

Actually...

She would look around the room again, and mope under that helmet... None of them were here. She had met a couple people that were interesting, some that she found alluring. There were even those she felt outclassed by, and yet... Not one of those faces had made it this far. She was still reeling from the realization of it when she felt the hands touching her. She had literally zoned out in the middle of talking to Shai.

She reacted smoothly at first, tugging away when she felt the other taking off her helmet.

Turning around, her anger washed away in pleasant surprise as a smile adorned her face. ”Oh snap! You’re here too?” Without hesitation she dropped both on an empty bunk with a loud metallic clatter and rested her hands on her hips. Her cybernetic gaze studied them all as her grin widened. ”Turns out this is gonna be a fun stay after all.” She quipped, walking over to Sasha before she wrapped her beskar-clad cybernetic arms around her neck to remove her helmet and mess up her hair.

To be fair, Sasha wasn't even aware all of that was for her, even though she was looking directly at her friend when she noted 'You're here too'. She had zoned out somewhere around then, realizing she was a step closer to being more... Not just a regular Mandalori-... What the hell was Shai doing now? Sasha tugged harder, realizing the other had gotten well into her personal space, and idly noting Shai was heavy.

In any case, she quickly moved to get up from the bed, but was already under Shai's weight. On one hand, she could've gotten the other off of her, but wouldn't expend the energy, or risk the harm that could come from it; as such found herself as the others mercy, laughing aloud as her helmet was removed.

"Alright, alriiiight! Good to see you too Shai... Come on, it takes forever to get my hair like this"

Sasha said, leaning away from the other with the smile still plastered on her features. Glancing around her as another voice began to speak up. Kranak Vizsla... He gave off leader vibes.. Her eyes then trailed to Alora... Another Vizsla... And yet they seemed almost new to each other.

Was this the true extent of how displaced they were? Even the oldest clans hardly knew each other?

If Shai was still near Sasha, she would turn a little to her right, and bring up one of the Jump Boots Shai had given her on the corner of the bedframe. pointing at it with an index.

"Yes... Worked like a charm. With the Jetpack? I felt like a bird..."

She said, noting someone cut through the crowd almost reminding her of.... Well chit... Herself. Aves Wren seemed content to keep to herself, and Sasha couldn't blame her for it. If it wasn't for Shai she probably would have just been sitting here still like a potato...

All the same, she was noticed, and followed with eyes briefly before listening fully to what else was going on...

Clearing her throat, she would add her own two cents.

"I'm Sasha Kryze. Reconnaissance, Assault, among other things... I'm still building my portfolio... That bein' said, I am also no stranger to combat. I wont freeze up when it gets hot"

She said aloud after the others had spoken, trying to remember what everyone had said about their skills. After that, she would put her foot back down on the ground, hanging onto the bed frame with both hands and just paying attention. Her helmet off, and resting on the bed between Shai and herself.

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[Shai Maji]

Shai cackled like a maniac as she ruffled up Sasha's hair, holding the girl close to her before she let go to look around. The others arrived soon while Shai looked around the place. "You know me, Kran. People can't ever leave me alone." She teased, walking back to her bunk to unload all of her stuff. Extra clothing, her armour... and enough weapons to equip more than just herself. It was safe to say that her locker was quite stocked. She even slipped a bottle of tihaar into her stack of clothing for special occasions.

"Yo, this place is bland as hell. This better change up when we're all certified badasses." She walked over to the table where the rest gathered, listening to each one's introduction. This was a great help with the new faces she didn't know or recognise. They couldn't be too bad if they were all in the room with the rest of them. After Sasha's introduction, Shai decided that it was her turn. Luckily it wasn't hard to talk about herself, it was usually the first thing cops asked when they found a stash full of weapons on her ship. "The name's Shai Krayt. Local smuggler, got my own company, unofficial forge specialist, not too big a deal. I used to be a Nite Owl in the Union, did a lot with big man over here." She nodded to Kranak casually as she spoke. "You guys need a bomb or two, an engineer, or simply someone to Leroy Jenkins through enemy gunfire, just give me a shout." Her grin remained plastered on her smug face as she stepped away from the table and began to sniff around the place.

She still paid attention to what the rest discussed, though there was something in the room that really drew her attention. Without warning, she started to open the other soldiers' lockers for a sniff before moving to the next one.

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[Aves Wren]

Aves was content with watching for now. It was all quite overwhelming to someone like her, who had spent so much time on her own, to be surrounded by people again. She felt awkward, and noted the awkward response to her greeting. She knew it was little to go on, but she did not know what else to say. And while she felt like she had to say something, she also did not want to speak. It was a mixture of emotions and thoughts that swirled around inside her.

She felt anxious, but did not let that anxiety dull her senses.

Unlocking her hover-crate, she withdrew two items and placed them carefully on the bed. They were both long and narrow. One was immediately recognisable as a protective bag for a longer rifle. The other was a dark fabric tied closed with a neat ribbon. The way she placed them on the bed showed a certain reverence for them. A few more items were placed down with care, but not with an equal importance before the time came to join with the meeting.

Aves listened intently, holding her helmet in her lap. Her honey-brown eyes focused intently on whoever spoke, but her presence demanded little in return until it was her turn.

"I am Aves Wren, line of Ifree Wren, formerly of Wayland." A branch of the clan hit hard by the Sith's genocide. "My speciality is long range precision fire- sharpshooter primarily, but I can operate most any kind of mobile or stationary gunnery-"

She put a hand on her locker when Shai approached it, placing an electromagnet on the lock to jam it and keep the locker from opening. She had kept it on hand, hidden in her helmet in case she had to disarm one of the rowdier boys around.

Aves shot the Krayt a look before looking back to the others.

"In a pinch."

She did not mention her practice in forging or training with the besk'ad yet, in part because she did not believe herself capable enough in it for it to matter. In time, she would be good enough to share more of her expertise.

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[Kranak Vizsla]

T H E
S I ' K A H Y A

Location: Kestri, The Kom’rk, The Iron Barracks, Barrack Number 104
Local Time: 09:45
Date: -DATA CORRUPTED-
Primary Objective: Meet Squadmates, Pick a Squad Lead
Secondary Objective: N/A
Equipment: Loadout 1 + The Goran’s Stand (Primary, Secondary and Greatsword in his locker)

"Name's Alora Vizsla,"
she spoke up with a thumb jabbed back against her nonconforming beskar'gam.
"Trained in cybernetics, slicing, engineering, and constructing crazy gadgets."
A second' paused as she swept the room with her eyes.
"Blasters and explosives."
In case anyone had that blank 'what that mean?' look.
"I've also got contacts off world in the Core if you need anything."
Totally not offering to smuggle in drugs! Well, you know, not offering, but it was-- no, no! No drugs. Or women. Or men. Or sex-droids. Especially no sex-droids.

"Looking forward to acing this with all of you." Well they might as well be introduced to her eternal optimism and bull-headedness now.

"Thonn Rokkal. Heavy weapons specialist, and far from a stranger to combat."
He introduced himself, looking to all around in the shared barracks.

"I look forward to working with you all, too." He added with a nod to all there. They'd all surely get to know each other well in the days to come

Clearing her throat, she would add her own two cents.

"I'm Sasha Kryze. Reconnaissance, Assault, among other things... I'm still building my portfolio... That bein' said, I am also no stranger to combat. I wont freeze up when it gets hot"

She said aloud after the others had spoken, trying to remember what everyone had said about their skills. After that, she would put her foot back down on the ground, hanging onto the bed frame with both hands and just paying attention. Her helmet off, and resting on the bed between Shai and herself.

"The name's Shai Krayt. Local smuggler, got my own company, unofficial forge specialist, not too big a deal. I used to be a Nite Owl in the Union, did a lot with big man over here."
She nodded to Kranak casually as she spoke.
"You guys need a bomb or two, an engineer, or simply someone to Leroy Jenkins through enemy gunfire, just give me a shout."
Her grin remained plastered on her smug face as she stepped away from the table and began to sniff around the place.

"I am Aves Wren, line of Ifree Wren, formerly of Wayland."
A branch of the clan hit hard by the Sith's genocide.
"My speciality is long range precision fire- sharpshooter primarily, but I can operate most any kind of mobile or stationary gunnery-"

She put a hand on her locker when Shai approached it, placing an electromagnet on the lock to jam it and keep the locker from opening. She had kept it on hand, hidden in her helmet in case she had to disarm one of the rowdier boys around.

Aves shot the Krayt a look before looking back to the others.

"In a pinch."

The giant would raise a questioning eyebrow at Shai as she went through her squadmate’s lockers starting with Aves' locker, looking for something that sparked her interest. He would shift his gaze from her to the rest of the squad to listen to their introductions.

With a grin, the Supercommando looked at the faces and faceplates of every squadmate as they spoke and introduced themselves and their abilities they had to offer for the squad. Alora Vizsla , their optimist, cheerful Tech specialist, cyberneticist and slicer. Thonn Rokkal , their heavy specialist, likely to walk the path of the Jorir upon graduation. Shai Maji , an Engineer, a Goran and one hell of a mean Assault Specialist; the giant had the privilege of seeing her work first hand in the past in the Union Army. Sasha Kryze , a respectable hunter, specializing in aggressive reconnaissance. And lastly, Aves Wren , the squad’s designated sharpshooter; a vigilant guardian angel watching all their backs from afar, taking out all those who dared to oppose The Enclave’s finest with a precise blaster bolt to their cranium.

The Supercommando only barely managed to hide his excitement under his steely, scarred face. He could not wait for the times they would protect and serve the Mando’ade. They would be their will made manifest. Traitors and foes would tremble before their righteous wrath in combat.

There were a few among them he hadn’t met until now, but there would be plenty of time to get to know one another as they practiced together and underwent the arduous Si’kahya trials as a squad. They would form everlasting bonds with one another as they fought shoulder to shoulder against the many enemies of Mando’ade and The Enclave.

If they all managed to endure and pass the trials before them.

But first, before all this could become a reality, they would have to start with picking a Squad Lead, and the name by which their squad would be referred to. With his lips curling into a genuine grin as he glanced at each of his squadmates, the Supercommando would speak after a short moment of pause, following the Wren’s introduction.

“I look forward to the challenges ahead of us all. As Alora said, let’s ace this together, vode.” The giant would then address the need for a Squad Lead before they could begin their training after a short pause. “As you all probably know, we need to pick an Alor’ad among our ranks,” Kranak said, his arms still casually crossed over his chest as he spoke. He glanced at his squadmates as he continued to speak. “Any volunteers?” He asked expectantly. He would volunteer for it himself, if nobody objected.

A regular Si’kahya squad structure consisted of six warriors that had trained, bled and bonded together, with one of them chosen as the squad’s Alor’ad by the squad members. The rest were then referred to as Verd. The chosen member to become a squad’s Alor’ad would then lead his or her squad in time of war, as well as leading their squad in the selection process during their brutal training.

 

[Alora Vizsla]

Alora smiled at Thonn then Sasha as they introduced themselves. Seemed like everyone was grade A awesome so far!

Of course, Alora already knew Shai the mischievous Shis (sheesh). Though the young woman's face dropped into one of perplexion toward the end. "Huh? Who or what's a Leroy Jenkins?" Maybe she'd ask the Gambit to research the reference later. Didn't sound familiar, but then Alora hadn't been steeped in pop culture in all those years in the Core.

Then Aves started their intro, which was just more good news. Especially when she locked the big girl out of Aves' own locker. Alora grinned with the exchange.

'Course when or if Shai decided to poke around Alora's locker, the violet-highlighted woman would turn to peek into the locker along side her excitable friend. With eyes scoured the interior before they'd lift up to the Wardog's face curious if there was anything interesting to be found in there. Unfortunately, no food; just oils, greases, strippers, and cleaners. If Alora had known Shai was going to be there some hot cocoa packets would have been brought along! Well, there was always grabbing some later and bringing them back.

Kranak spoke up again then and dropped on them a heavy subject for discussion. And by discussion in Mando-land that could always mean close quarter combat. "I would totally do it," Alora immediately spoke up, "but the Buckets judging us wouldn't appreciate my style. So, in the interests of making sure we all come out of this awesome, no thanks!" Which was really just a cover for her inexperience leading a group into war zones. Alora was, like, totally knowledgeable in lots of things, but this wasn't the place to 'wing it.' They had to excel so Alora figured they probably needed someone like Kranak or Shai or maybe Aves-- whoa that was getting awfully clan-centric wasn't it?

Check your privilege, the Gambit snarked on Alora.

POYO! Kranak Vizsla | Thonn Rokkal | Aves Wren | Sasha Kryze | Shai Maji​

 

[Sasha Kryze]

Sasha had been in the room with Kranak for quite a while already, and hadn't even noticed him. Ironic, considering he wasn't a small man. There was reservation there though.

“Been trained as a specialist to undertake and finish a given objective no matter the obstacle imposed by the opposing force, like all Supercommandos.”

There were no words initially after it was spoken, instead gauging the reaction of the squad before offering her thoughts on it. He was right, they needed someone to become their Alor'ad; that was the way. Everyone was ready, she could tell that. As was she, and yet she didn't hold the conviction necessary to even suggest it. Paying attention to who among them seemed ready to all the same. It was all the same to her, her sense of leadership didn't fit conventional constraints.

That being said, Kranak had suggested it, and had already gone through a training course very similar, if not harder than the one they undertook now. It made sense for it to be him.

She still paid attention to what the rest discussed, though there was something in the room that really drew her attention. Without warning, she started to open the other soldiers' lockers for a sniff before moving to the next one.

She would squint at the action, wondering what the hell Shai was sniffing around for... Though, it hit her then. She still had some of that Deer Jerky from a few weeks back. Could Shai's nose really work that well? Sasha would move around, getting to her own locker and opening it. It was relatively bare, giving the impression she wasn't intending on staying long; though it could be as simple as she didn't have much to put inside. Removing her pack, she would pull out the dehydrated meats, and unwrap it in the cloth it was held in, taking a bite herself and moving to sit at the table.

There were several pieces, so she could share it pretty decent with everyone if they were interested, though she had a sneaky suspicion most people were comfortable with processed foods and the like.

"This might be what you're smelling, didn't know your nose was that strong.." Sasha said aloud towards Shai, also wondering who Leroy was, and what he had done to deserve such high standing. In any case, covering her mouth while she spoke, Sasha would relax and regard Kranak again.

"You've gone through similar training in the past, why not do it yourself Vod?"

Sasha asked plainly, offering him up as a nominee without actually saying it. Her attention almost immediately trailing off to linger on what weapons Shai had bought... She may have had a problem with weapons; perhaps a slight addiction to the tools of war. But which of them didn't really?

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[Thonn Rokkal]

Leeroy Jenkins, Rulavtu... All these unfamiliar terms was beginning to make Thonn feel rather uneducated, and he sure didn't need any help. He'd barely a moment to be distracted by the thought before Shai barged in and took a whiff of his locker.

"Uh. Yeah, It's all clean." He remarked. It was his best immediate guess; he didn't know why she was making his stuff her business, and was too stunned by the unexpected and unorthodox intrusion she'd made to stop her. If she was just sniffing about, well, that was weird – but not something he had to worry about. So, he chose not to.

"Just don't move nothing, okay?" Organization had taken focused effort, and he'd be beside himself if Shai undid that. Having just sorted his stuff out, it would really suck if he had to sort it out again.

“I look forward to the challenges ahead of us all. As Alora said, let’s ace this together, vode.”

Thonn gave a nod of agreement, holding much the same hopes. This would be their proving ground; and he could think of no better team to do so with. Kranak had more words to speak, and soon continued.

“As you all probably know, we need to pick an Alor’ad among our ranks,” Kranak said, his arms still casually crossed over his chest as he spoke. He glanced at his squadmates as he continued to speak. “Any volunteers?”

He shifted around a bit, looking at the others. Shai and Alora had passed up the opportunity – and so would Thonn. It had taken some effort to organize his locker; organizing a squad wasn't something he wanted to try. He could keep his own kit in check, but wasn't really one for giving direction.

"Nah." Thonn replied with a small shake of his head. Kranak had a look about him like he'd be ready to accept the job as Sasha suggested. He just might have it, if Shai and Aves passed, too.

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[Shai Maji]

With a snicker she looked to Alora as she asked about the reference. "Basically the dude who rushes in first with little regard to the risks or dangers. Just blunders in and lets loose. She answered with a smirk. Shai continued to sniff around the place, slightly surprised when Aves locked her locker shut and glared at her. What didn't help Shai's mood was when her right hand snapped to the electromagnet as well. "Ima kick your ass after this." She grumbled as she yanked her hand free from the magnet. Giving Aves one last salty look, she continued on to the other lockers.

It was starting to get on her nerves. Alora's was full of weird tech as she expected, but still no scent. She was about to barge into Sasha's but the woman beat her to the punch. And there was the scent she picked up! She lit up like a Life Day tree when Sasha offered some of the jerky to her and she wasted no time to start munching on it. "Oh trust me, it's good. I can tell you quite a bit from the people in this room alone." She quipped with a wink before another piece disappeared into her jaws.

Her attention returned to Kranak as he suggestion they pick a squad leader. The others didn't seem too keen on the idea which was understandable. This was going to be a heavy duty squad, the leader had to be nothing short of perfect. For a moment she considered throwing her own name in... but with what she had planned, it wouldn't work. Too risky. Far too risky for what she wanted to do. Sasha's suggestion was the perfect solution and something she was about to mention as well. "Kark yeah, not a bad idea at all. You got my vote, chungus." She quipped as she leaned back against the wall next to Sasha.

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[Aves Wren]

Aves leaned back with a hint of a smile when Shai's hand got stuck to the electromagnet. While Shai was considerably taller and older than Aves, the threat of a beating did not appear to intimidate her. In fact, as she crossed her arms in front of her, Aves appeared comfortable for the first time since she stepped in the room.

The matter of their alor'ad, however, was a serious one.

There were experienced and talented mandalorians in their squad, but only one had truly taken a role of leadership up until that point. He was the one who had guided their conversation thus far, and appeared to be the sensible choice.

"There is only one leader in this room, Vod."

Aves leaned forward and put her elbows on the table

"Until fate say otherwise, Kranak Vizsla is the clear choice for Alor'ad."

Her eyes trailed from one member of their squad to the next.

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[Kranak Vizsla]

T H E
S I ' K A H Y A

Location: Kestri, The Kom’rk, The Iron Barracks, Barrack Number 104
Local Time: 09:47
Date: -DATA CORRUPTED-
Primary Objective: Meet Squadmates, Pick a Squad Lead
Secondary Objective: Designate Squad Name/Callsign
Equipment: Loadout 1 + Goran’s Stand (Primary, Secondary and Greatsword in his locker)
Tags: Thonn Rokkal | Shai Maji | Sasha Kryze | Aves Wren | Alora Vizsla

”I would totally do it, but the Buckets judging us wouldn’t appreciate my style. So, in the interests of making sure we all come out of this awesome, no thanks!"

”You’ve gone through similar training in the past, why not do it yourself, vod?”

”Nah.”

”Kark yeah, not a bad idea at all. You got my vote, chungus.”
She quipped as she leaned back against the wall next to Sasha.

“There is only one leader in this room, Vod.”

Aves leaned forward and put her elbows on the table

“Until fate says otherwise, Kranak Vizsla is the clear choice for Alor’ad.”

Her eyes trailed from one member of their squad to the next.

Raising an eyebrow, the giant gave a puzzled look at Shai about what she said. <What on Mandalore’s barren earth is a chungus?> He thought to himself in bemusement. He had never heard of that phrase before. Was it Mando’a? No, it didn't sound like it, and he would have known what it meant if it was in Mando’a. Must be some aruetiise thing in basic or some other aruetiise language, he assumed. Shrugging, he would continue to listen to the insight of his fellow vode in the room about the choice for their squad’s Alor’ad.

The Supercommando gave a slow nod of his head in silence as he lowered his gaze at the table, pondering the idea Sasha had said. Some of them were inclined to agree with her as well, it seemed. He was going to volunteer for it if nobody stepped up for the task. He knew some of those in the room, but he wasn’t sure about the level of experience in regards to those vode he just met today.

Alora expressed she wouldn’t want to, which was very much understandable. Thonn flatly replied with a small shake of his head. Shai was as experienced as him at the very least. He was somewhat expecting her to volunteer as well. He wouldn’t be thinking any less of those vode that chose not to volunteer for the position. It showed him that they had an idea about their own limits, their capabilities. Which was a good thing.

It seemed like no one chose to step up to the task. With leadership came the heavy burden of responsibility, not just for The Enclave, but to your squadmates as well. Making sure about their both physical and mental well being in order to ensure they can properly accomplish the tasks expected of them, making sure they have a purpose, providing them a clear objective for them to accomplish… the list would go on and on.

And with it all, would come equal amounts of headache for the chosen Alor’ad.

After a curt nod of his head, seemingly concurring with their choices, the giant raised his gaze off the table. The pair of dark brown eyes shifted from one vod to the other, giving them all a glance. “It is settled then. Very well,” the giant’s crossed arms unfurled. He placed his right hand on his hip as he caressed his chin with his left. “What shall we name our squad, then?” That was the next thing to do in the list before deciding on how to start their training and exercise. “We could perhaps go with Prudii, Teroch, Adenn, A’den, Kandosii… What do you guys think?” The giant inquired to his squadmates, patiently waiting for their response. Once everything was officialized, the Supercommando could then send a short report up the chain and have their pre-designated squad callsign numbers changed with what they chose today.

 

[Alora Vizsla]

Alora listened as Shai explained what a Leroy Jenkins was. She shook her head afterwards with a chuckle. "Must have been some blunder." Like, tons of people did stupid things like that all the time; so to get it named after you meant it had to be particularly memorable.

"Shai," Alora cautioned with her hands planted on her hips as the big girl threatened Aves. Just because she got her hand pinched trying to snoop in another vod's locker -- especially with them right there -- didn't mean Shai got to kick their ass later. Not that either of them needed defending, but her friend needed to reign in the temper sometimes. Not all the time because Shai was a passionate person, but all that aggression was totally better spent on some Sith, right?

Then Sasha pulled out some jerky and Shai went to town on it. That was what had her all excited? Alora shook her head slowly with a smile.

"Huh?" Wait, what? "You can tell what...?" Shai just say she could tell things about people using just her nose?

But Sasha dropped them back on track -- maybe -- and nominated the Big Guy himself for the role. Which seemed like the thing to do, but Shai could always step forward. Though reflecting back on this moment in the future, it turned out to be a good thing she hadn't; a Commander running off to war was completely different than a subordinate doing that. Neither good, but one definitely got a whole lot more negative attention.

"Chungus?" Alora's shoulders fell and she hunched over slightly with a flat stare at the Shistavanen. "Really, Shai, you've got to let me hang out wherever it is you go. You come up with some of the craziest things!" The woman must have hung out with some wild people; which sounded like a good time.

Kranak took a second, but eventually seemed to not only come around to the idea, but embrace it as a settled matter. Talk about decisive! See, he'd do great. Although about the squad name... "Adenn might be a bit much. Not for our enemies, but more for our allies. Teroch and A'den are nice, but not as punchy. Kandosii is good." Ruthless... no pity or compassion for their enemies. Punchy, but not 'we are monsters and will devour you' which while totes cool might not play well on the homefront or with allies. Too punchy. No need to draw any parallels to them being Sith-like, right? Not that Alora would ever suggest any word made them sound Sith-like. Talk about fighting words.

POYO! Thonn Rokkal | Shai Maji | Sasha Kryze | Aves Wren | Kranak Vizsla​