They kill with Words

[Faith Organa]

The rumors were growing stronger about Faith and her Captain of the guard, Tellos. She admitted to being very close to him, he had been with her through many events of her life but the family did not want the gossip to continue.

Her mother had tried to be gentle about it Captain Tellos had just been given new orders to return to Aldera City and form up guards to protect the people that were slowly emerging. The City was crowded as refugees waited.

Long discussions had taken place and then inquiries were made. Right now sitting in the square of Aldera Faith waited.

She looked at the four men before her, she smiled. Her thoughts were entertained by ways of how to make the gossip stop. If they wanted no gossip then perhaps they should have looked for a female guard. That would probably in time turn into gossip too, old hens.

Faith knew she looked more like the pouting discouraged child rather than a Princess.

As she sat there with her chin resting on her palm she pinned her gaze on one of them, what was his name again she thought, she had information on them all. But who was this one.

Faith finally closed her eyes, eight years of waiting for her family.

It was time, she leveled a finger at the one she rose up, "Walk with me"

 

[Riggs]

Just another job. Guard detail. Isn't life grand. [\i] I look at the others standing with me, each hoping for this plush job. For me it's work. The woman looked like she was running an inner monologue or examining memories. Either way she wasn't really here.

I resist the urge to shift my feet or roll my shoulder. No, I'm not a mere soldier but rather a member of an elite culture. I am Mandalorian. I'm trained to be still as a tree or swift as the wind. As deadly as any weeks creature that roams the galaxy.

So I stand still under the woman's gaze. She beckons me and so I join her. The armor I wear makes no sound as I swiftly join her side and begin to walk with her. My buy'ce hangs from my belt, a choice I regret as I do not have the soothing voyage of a 360 degree view nor the wealth of information afforded me by my heads up display.

So I rely on my shrewd brown eyes as they flick from place to place, potential target to potential target as I prepare to listen to the contract I may fulfill.

[member="Faith Balor-Organa"]

 

[Faith Organa]

Faith walked slowly her body tired from weeks of travel, "Su cuy'gar ner Vod. Ni haa'taylir gar chaaj'yc teh yaim" She had not spoken the language for sometime she hoped that she was able to put the verbs in correctly and say them correctly even with her Alderaan accent.

She could see that he was watching everything just like Dar had done. "You know this is not a glamorous job. I need someone I can trust. Someone who looks out for my safety, and keeps their mouth closed about anything they see or hear" Did that need to be said? She did not think it would have to be to a mandalorian but she did not know him she only knew what her eyes told her.

"I must ask" her dark eyes met his, "Copaani dar'manda?" She had to know who would be around her. Was he still part of his culture or was he outcast it would say a lot for his character.

Spoiler

Su cuy'gar ner Vod. Ni haa'taylir gar chaaj'yc teh yaim (Hello my brother, I see you are far from home)
Copaani Dar'manda? (Are you no longer mandalorian?)

[member="Marev Priest"]

 

[Riggs]

I listen as she speaks. A voice like a bird's song. Even though her accent punctuates the mando'a it is easily understood, a flavor for the ears. "Mando'ad ner burc'ya." My rough voice sounds like a guttural growl next to hers.

She says I'm far from home, but home for me is in the heart and the hearts of my vode. Manda'yaim, I haven't set for there in over a year but it still calls to her children wherever they may be.

She describes the job and it's more delicate nature but we take a job and keep confidence and the contract. Always the contract. And I'm Mando, it's in the blood and the mind. I'll keep her safe and keep her secrets. It's the job after all.

"Solus Mando, birov mando'ade, su Mando." It's amazing how the beskar'gam can define you. But so many of my people have broken away and left behind our culture and way of life, becoming dar'manda, that the armour doesn't always define who we are any more. It's not only sad but a disgrace.

My eyes narrow a bit as my line of thought darkens, but it does nothing to deviate me from my job, the contract. Let her ask her questions. I'll answer, even if I use few words. I don't mind the voice any way.



(Son of Mandalore my friend)
(One Mando, many Mandos, still Mando.)[member="Faith Balor-Organa"]

 

[Faith Organa]

[member="Marev Priest"]

[SIZE=12pt]“I’m glad you are not dar’manda it would not speak well of you” She wanted someone who could follow the tenants of a faith, rules so to speak.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]“My family prefer I have a mandalorian guard, I find it a reminder of our family connections to those who live among the Vod, such as my Tia Rianna who is married to the Field Marshall Ordo” Did he know them, would there be a flicker of recognition? She looked and waited.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Faith said the names to let him know she had family there, that she understood things.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]“Do you have family that you would want to bring closer” She didn’t say to Alderaan since, well things here did bite still.[/SIZE]