Vode An

Vilaz Munin · Jun 14, 2018

Oh, Mandalore...how low have we fallen.

The Munin Warlord thought to himself, as he became nauseated by the nonsensical speech that Gray gave to the crowd. Expected and not surprising, but it was a pain to listen to. What more could the Concordian expect? He agreed with what his brother, Ronan, had said to the Raxis. Always talked, no matter what the situation was. Consultated with the enemy on Ilum and giving them Arrbi’s name was unprofessional and showed the kind of person Gray was. The man would be perfect as a Senator or some politician, but those don’t belong on Mandalore.

This once proud world that gave birth to a legendary culture was rebuilt with a fabric of lies and sloth. The Civil War he fought for to usher in a glorious age for the Mandalorians had lost its value after the results he witnessed when Ra disappeared once again into the wind.

Vilaz stood at steps of where Preliat gave his speech with Koda not too far away. The Warrior observed with vigilance as the Alor of Clan Vizsla stepped up and mocked Raxis, challenging the authority that Vilaz, too, opposed. He was ready to act when the time came. He and his wife thought that there was nothing left on Mandalore for them, but it always had this power of calling its children to come home.

[member="Koda Fett"] | [member="Ronan Vizsla"] | [member="Preliat Mantis"] | [member="Silas Mantis"] | [member="Gray Raxis"] | [member="Shia Kryze"] | [member="Kaine Australis"] | [member="Jethro Rekali"] | [member="Skorvek"] | [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"]

Roslyn Thorn · Jun 14, 2018

Mandalorians intrigued her.

She had only ever heard stories about them before, odd tidbits here and there before she had winded up imprisoned in The Citadel. Old Man Roth had countless tales about them, ones he seemed oddly fond of retelling whenever Roslyn had asked.

Looking back on it now, she should've been confident in her suspicions. That he had been a Mando at some point in his life, distancing himself from it many years before the two had ever met. And now she suspected she was getting a glimpse of the why.

Different personalities, and many beskar hardened helmets smashing against one another. Presently, it was through heated words thrown at one another. But it almost seemed inevitable that it was going to devolve into violence before the hour was over.

Roslyn was sat a distance away, propped up on a half wall where her legs were dangling down. She looked like a kid, as was completely intended. She had a large cloak wrapped around her, the hood over her head doing a good job in concealing the majority of her face. Roslyn was incredibly short when compared to the towering Mandos, a benefit to her according to Ronan.

The Alor of Clan Vizsla also intrigued her. She had ran into him and his group...clan, whatever the correct term was. It had been shortly after the Sith Empire had taken over Lola Sayu, providing the prisoners a couple options in how to proceed. Join them, or head to the Core. Roslyn had taken the latter, and somewhere along the way had winded up running into the Warlord.

Something about that encounter had led to her sticking around, and Roslyn wasn't entirely sure why she had. Part of her suspected it was because he reminded her of Roth. But those musings were pushed aside as the man in question made his presence known.

Jaster Awaud · Jun 14, 2018

The catching of Jaster's fist as it flung through the air was not unwarranted. Jaster did not know much about [member="Silas Mantis"] or his fighting capability, but now he was made aware of the mans cybernetic enhancements. The fire that flung from the mans off hand and hitting his armor in the center of his abdomen engulfed his whole form as he was now a ball of fire. From there he was thrown aside, though the distance was only a foot or two.

As the fire engulfed the humanoid form, a laugh could be heard from within the fire that pierced the cracking sparks of the fire. Jaster was in a vacuum sealed armor with a core cooling system. He did not feel a thing against the fire that was still attached to his body. Turning on his Scanners in his helmets HUB he looked directly at Silas. The man pulled out his semi-famous axe that was the trade-mark of his clan. Jaster was less stylish as his clan did not have such a thing. He pulled out an average Beskad from his collapsible scabbard and Kal from a sheath on the back of his belt, he held in his off hand that was held low to protect his lower body. "Weapons it is di'kutla hut'uun,"

He held the Beskad in front of him with the tip of the blade pointed towards Silas and the Kal in his off and in the defensive position ready to deflect any attack that came his way. He continued to chuckle at the battle before him, it seemed his challenger did not take the fight as serious as he would a well known figure. Well known only meant you fought for spectral of others, or in wars. No one who fought him lived to tell another soul, and fighting in front of people was something he did not prefer. But the challenge was now placed before him, only killing him could end this. "Lets end this sooner rather then later."

In a quick motion, Jaster lifted the Baskad pointing it above Silas shoulder and using the power of his powerful hand and the Exo-Skelleton to flick his wrist and starting an attack across the young Mantis's chest part of his armor. The Kal, was thrown across Jasters abdomen to block any attack from the Axe.

Onrai · Jun 14, 2018

*sip*

Why Vanessa had come here, she was admittedly unsure. Perhaps it was that she wished to see the Mandalorians remain behind the Sith. Maybe she was just wanting to watch Kaine Australia get his face pummeled in after having tried to incite a war between the Mandalorians and the Sith Empire, only to have been cowed into submission and followed orders like a loyal hound with little if any free will of his own. Vanessa still had multiple copies of that battle’s report.

*sip*

The sipping sound came from the glass of tea she was holding. It was delicious if not a bit strong - apparently Mandalorian tea was quite heavy on the flavor, maybe even post-fermented. She had just been sitting, watching and listening to everything that had gone on this entire time. Again she sipped until there was nothing left to sip. With that, she looked for he waiter who had brought her the tea.

“May I have another?”

Silas Mantis · Jun 14, 2018

"You talk too much." Silas grumbled as beskar met beskar once again. His arm was no enhancement he'd taken for he sake of it, he'd lost his arm in the Civil War, had it replaced with something truly Mandalorian. All it took was for him to raise up his forearm to block the Alor's beskad, the clang of the iron meeting echoing down the street. There was no glory in this, there never had been, the infighting was a messy, brutal affair symptomatic of greater problems within.

It wasn't like the Crusades, or maybe it was, maybe there was no glory at all. He didn't know, he didn't care. Silas had, in his younger days, craved the perceived glory that his brother held, but time had opened his eyes. Maybe Awaud would've understood if he'd been there, if what he loved had burned to ash, maybe he'd have seen differently. Or maybe he wouldn't. He supposed they'd never find out.

In a blink stepped to Jaster's right and dropped into a roll, coming up behind the other warrior and lashing out at the back of his knee. All around them, the old guard of Mandalore returned, Munin, Fett, Vizsla, all of them here for much the same reason. It was time for things to be made right.

Shia Kryze · Jun 14, 2018

Shia looked at the starting fight between Silas and Jaster, nodding with the respect it was due and slamming one hand against her breastplate.

Then she nodded once to [member="Preliat Mantis"], no derision or destain in her gaze.

"As you wish."

She ignored the challenges and the speeches - what was said was said and what was done would be done.

As she glanced around, she paused once to grin a wolflike snarl at [member="Vilaz Munin"], gave him a casual salute that was somewhere between respect and an almost friendly future offer of challenge.

Then she turned without a backward glance and walking into the crowd.

Ori'buyce, kih'kovid. She thought silently, letting only a trace of her feelings cross her features as she walked away from the chaos behind her.

"Security? Put a two hundred meter perimeter on this square, if the trouble spills outside, institute riot protocols."

[Exunt Shia]

Briika Munin · Jun 14, 2018

Allies: [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Ronan Vizsla"] [member="Silas Mantis"] [member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Koda Fett"]
Gear in bio
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Briika did not want to be on Mandalore as it was so full of bad juju anymore, but... business needed to be taken care of. The Tor Munin's homeworld had long ceased to be no thanks first to the traitors that stuck a knife in Mother Mandalore's heart, and now with the romantic notions of how things should be for the Mando'ade by the youthful reigning Sole Ruler. It all made the Baar'ur sick, but there was a cure... and that is why the exiled Mandalorians had come this day - to make things right, if they could.

[ And here we go again... Someone needs to cut off that old windbag's tongue permanently to save him from himself, eh? Or more so save our ears and minds from exploding. ] Bree mused to her husband over their encrypted comm channel with a smirking tone and a roll of her blue-green eyes to match from behind her red-tinted T-visor.

How any one could bloviate so much and absolutely say nothing with all those spoken words was beyond her. Straight talk and just the facts worked better, well in the petite blonde's option any ways. It worked well at home at least.

The silver-armored Mando from her high perch in overwatch position atop one of the nearby buildings adjusted the scope on the MX-1 sniper rifle in her steady hands as possible targets were selected. Briika licked her lips and took a calming breath with a gloved finger on the trigger readying herself for an opportune kill shot if need called for it.

[ This is your galaar with clear eyes. I've got your back, ner vode. Oya! ] the Tor Munin called to the other exiles on the group's encrypted tactical frequency just before the first moves were taken by those who supported the current Mand'alor, and receipicated steadfastly by those that radically opposed.

The games had begun... Who knew, maybe she would be the Munin to fire wrist rockets this time?

Skosk Fett · Jun 14, 2018

[member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Silas Mantis"] [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] [member="Roslyn Thorn"] [member="Koda Fett"] [member="Ronan Vizsla"] [member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Cassiopeia Australis"] [member="Mavarah"] [member="Shia Kryze"]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qj1RS9vHcsw

Gear:http://starwarsrp.net/topic/131216-skosk-australis-beskaram/, http://starwarsrp.net/topic/10334-m-29-mythosaur-grenade-launcher/ , http://starwarsrp.net/topic/23750-fett-kal-trench-knife/ , ammunition: 30 frag grenades, 15 forcebreaker grenades (getting link) ,5 sonic grenades, 5 emp, 5 incendiary grenades

Anger swelled, the berserker having enough of these liars , the black and red armored giant flying into the crowd before landing. It's roaring coming to a halt, revealing a six four behemoth the horned zabrak making his way to the side of his Alor each a a loud and monstrous step towards those making an arrest. The mandalorian was not there for the civil war, he was frozen in carbonate during it's time but none the less was here now after hearing what had been going on . During the return of the Berserker , Skosk Australis had become a famed siege command for the mandode leading an elite unit called the Dinn squad. This elite squad commanded and controlled the powerful siege vehicle called the now feared doorknocker , provided to them by the very man who was making the arrest. Kaine Australis, the famed general leading many campaigns that were successful and few that failed .

If another civil war were to start , the former Fett would not miss it and would fight for his Allit. Rage filled the formidable Berserker,speaking in a voice of disdain and disgust towards the rebels. "All I see is a bunch of low born weenies Kaine! Look at them, they have no idea what we have built and accomplished and are blind to the irrefutable truth. Yasha Mantis is the greatest Mand'alor we have had in decades, she has given our people a soul again! Something that was missing, as our culture and most sacred traditions were being withered away!The title of Mand'alor is earned through respect, it is earned by being the epitome of our ideology! She is everything you thumpers will never be, a leader and enforcer of our ways." .The armored tank's yellow T-Visor staring with vigor at their leader with disgust.

The massive mountain of muscle pointing at them with passion , "Many call her Mand'alor the Infernal, for her powerful and relentlessness resolve to fight for us, all while being a mother! She is a warrior, prepared to fight for clan, anguage, and most importantly allit! What makes our people great is not just war, it's that we are one powerful family, ultimate survivors to chase any challenge we desire! That is the way to Manda, and our Mand'alor is the one who has gotten it done while you pansies abandoned us!"

Detesting the group , the bounty hunter spoke again "I call her a different title , I call her Mand'alor The Mother! She tends to our traditions with a mothers touch, and when we are threatened fights with motherly aggression! I stand with her, and with my Alor on this!Back before I was in a comma that kept me frozen in time, we killed these types. I say we gut them!" . The combatant aiming his launcher at the, his hud having all the targets displayed, preparing to guide the demo man to a fight.

Keira Priest · Jun 14, 2018

It was during times like these that Keira felt much older than her thirty-eight years.

In her lifetime she'd seen the people fracture and fall apart more times than she cared to count, and if there was any chance to prevent it, to mend old wounds, she wanted to at the very least try. The history of their people was a complex one, especially in recent years, and fortunately or unfortunately she'd been present for a good majority of it. This was playing out just as the rest of their past had, but either they were too blind to see it or recognized the similarities and didn't care. Either way, something needed to be done other than trading challenges and spilling the blood of brothers. Far be it from her to be the voice of reason on this matters, but she would at least offer what sanity she could.

Upon approaching the gathering she meandered her way within the ranks, fully armored and carrying her standard arsenal, though if all bode well she would have no cause to use it. In calmer circumstances she would have removed her helmet as a sign of trust and solidarity, but now wasn't the time. Already there was a fight ongoing, no doubt one born of a hot-headed desire to see blood spilled. That animosity didn't belong here, because whether they all saw it or not, each of them shared the same dream, the same culture. They were all one people - they always had been - but in recent years that seemed an easy fact to forget.

"Enough!" She raised her voice to be heard even among the two engaged in a blood duel, and for a few seconds she stood there, counting heads and acknowledging each individual present with a nod, regardless if they presently stood with or against her. "Solus kar'ta. One heart. One soul. One people. A single consciousness. We might disagree, but there are bigger problems than whatever grief you have with the current regime." There was a proper way to settle these feuds, and this was far from it. "I might not understand your philosophy, but I can respect it as a fellow warrior. You disagree with the Sole Ruler. So you challenge them to single combat and you settle it the old way. Munin, I would expect you of all people to remember that.

"All of us here have seen where infighting gets us. All this will do is spark another civil war that will cost more lives than any of us can afford. Is it really worth it? Is seeing your clanmates die really worth whatever score you have to settle? Far be it from me to speak reason after everything my once-kin have done, but even I can see how nonsensical this is. Think to yourself if you truly want to have to kill your brothers. Watch them die. If you can look me in the eye and tell me it's worth it, then by all means, go ahead.

"But remember: You want to break the heart, but it will beat forever with or without you."

Onrai · Jun 14, 2018

Vanessa merely watched and listened before taking another sip of her fresh cup of tea. The Mandalorian infighting certainly was enjoyable to watch. She continued to keep her Force presence pretty much nonexistent for now. After all, knowing a Sith was watching one of the Empire's loyal allies fight amongst themselves certainly wasn't beneficial, all things considered.

*sip*

"Mmm. A bit more earthy than the last batch. You have anything fruit-flavored?"

Valgærd · Jun 14, 2018

My heart was in my throat as I flew beside Skosk Australis.

There was so much crackling energy in the air. It was loud, angry, boiling and seething and ready to break. My nerves were on edge, a shiver rolling down my spine. I'd never regretted my empathic senses, but sometimes they overwhelmed me. Perhaps that was why my twin was able to leap into the fray, yet I would hang back. blocking out this violent energy had to be my priority right now. My lover needed me, my aliit needed me.

As he came to land beside the man that had welcomed me in with open arms, I in turn landed beside the Zabrak, folding my wings in behind me. They were large, and I didn't want them to become a target. They also made backpacks impossible. So instead, I had a messenger bag around my shoulders. In it were medical supplies including bacta and other equipment. Force use might be banned here but my knowledge in the healing arts was not restricted to it. I was here to keep all these valiant hearts beating, and that's what I was going to do.

I stood silently, my eyes turned to the Zabrak as he spoke. I hadn't yet met the Mand'alor about which he spoke, but I'd seen enough of her influence to know why he chose to stand by her.

While almost everyone here seemed to be well-armoured, my simple robes suddenly felt very flimsy indeed.

It was with a quiet yelp of surprise that I turned to face the woman who approached, raising her voice to be heard above the others. But as she continued, I felt a sense of relief almost. As my sister liked to often point out, I'm incredibly shy, unable or unwilling to speak. However, this woman said everything I would have wanted to say. I've seen what happens when things devolve to violence. It's a dark place that people go to.

But if I had believed that everyone shared this view, I wouldn't have brought my medkits.

[member="Keira Verd"] | [member="Skosk Australis"]

Stardust Solus Skirae · Jun 14, 2018

Home. She was happy to call this planet her home. To be accepted among the people again as a fellow mandalorian sister, made her happy. However it seemed...she would have to fight for the right to be here

Stepping forward towards the statue, she watched the commotion silently. A frown formed deepky on her face only hidden by her visor, a fist gripped tightly as she started slowly stepping forward, how dare he come and try to entice a rebellion? A open one! Everything was peaceful and now they had showed up.

She stopped, looking around as people stood up, it seemed the tension was growing more and more by the minute like a storm ready to break loose. She eyed her follow vod as they stood up along with [member="Gray Raxis"]. She gave a smile before something caught her eyes...a flash maybe? She looked up towards it and focused on it....sniper...least it seemed? She moved away from the crowd as she looked around and took a turn as she started to flank around. She moved and carefully got closer to get a better view...yep sniper. She opened he comm to her fellow clan brothers and sisters

vod, sniper on the roof tops, gonna get closer and try to disrupt

She said as she started carefully closer as she drew a blaster pistol ready to engage

[member="Mavarah"] [member="Skosk Australis"] [member="Briika Munin"]

Jaster Awaud · Jun 15, 2018

The weapon carved off the armor as it was deflected off a thicker shoulder armor. He knew it could not penetrate, but being the opposite side of the challengers machine modified arm he needed to test the defenses. The Beskad was deflected out of the way, and the Kal continued to protect his abdomen.

He did not however expect the mobility and flexibility of his opponent and thus when the Warrior went under his blow and slithered behind him he did his best to dodge a suspected attack. Assuming he would go for the gaps in his armor he bent his knee and allowed the two armored plates to collapse on one another. This allowed some defense against the attack that was his opponents battle axe. The weapon slammed against the armor and dented it inward and causing some pain to the skin and bone underneath. This only angered him more and a groan exited his mouth as he turned his head to now take this battle seriously. There was no longer a need to probe his defense.

He dropped his Kal and gripped the Beskad with both hands and brought its horizontal aiming for the underarmor protecting [member="Silas Mantis"] throat. He used his full force of years carrying his two ton Containment Armor the protected him for seven years, combined with his years of battles and the eco-Skeleton. If connected it could very much break bone even if the Legendary Iron of his people.

Once his hit came through he saw [member="Keira Verd"] stepped between them, he took a step back to give her the room to speak her mind. "You can not end this conflict with words Ner Vode, the challenge can not be ended till one of us drops,"

This was their culture, if there was a disagreement. The Mandalorian Code dictated combat, but the the Death Duel was for those of threats and trampling of honor. Jaster never bent the knee to Yasha Mantis, but if some wanted leadership they it must fight for such a privilege. Just because he was a legendary worrier, did not grant him exemptions from those rules. They must fight for their hypocrisy if their shaired culture. Tradition required all scripture of their culture, not revisions to their own beliefs.

Silas Mantis · Jun 15, 2018

Silas came up fast, ready. His arm had become utterly indispensable, the right armor or crushgaunts could let one emulate most everything he'd done up until now, but the bit that followed was where it set itself apart. The strike at his neck came hard, easily with enough force to break bone if it made contact elsewhere, but his arm was prosthetic, there were no bones to break. Not anymore. Planting himself firmly, the forearm again caught the blow, this time the force succeeded in denting the very beskar that made up his limb and his guard gave ever so slightly.

The beskad stopped just short of doing any serious damage, but it had come in close enough to cut through the undersuit and draw a small trickle of blood. It didn't matter though, two handed attacks were slower to recover from, and he took advantage of the delay, didn't give a damn who was talking. Silas came in closer, the blade of the beskad sliding along his arm as he closed in and brought and armored knee up into his opponent's stomach. It was armored, sure, but the concussive force behind the strike would've been more than enough to make most stagger backwards, break their guard.

Usually left nasty bruises too.

It'd create an opening hopefully, and if not it'd put a gap between them, one where he'd just make a different opportunity to strike. The younger wolf was as relentless as his kin, as those who had any doubts were about to find out.

Preliat Mantis · Jun 15, 2018

As his brother began to fight with Jaster, Preliat simply stared at [member="Gray Raxis"]. He pointed a single knife hand at Gray.

"I don't think I've ever talked to you, honestly."

He looked over and away from him, smiling at the gathered Mandalorians. [member="Koda Fett"]. A capable, calculating, methodical knife's edge of a killer. He respected his talents, if anything else. [member="Vilaz Munin"]. The man who would be king. [member="Ronan Vizsla"]- the man who reminded Preliat of a young version of himself. And maybe twice as deadly as he was at his age.

He pointed a single finger at [member="Keira Verd"], while staring at [member="Kaine Australis"].

"She speaks the truth. She speaks with wisdom. You speak behind cowards weapons. Your men will all die if they fire at me. I will kill them all. I will wipe them from memory. My compatriots will make sure that they all die. And you as well. You do not look ready to die."

He looked around. [member="Skosk Australis"], whatever the kark [member="Mavarah"] was, [member="Vanessa Vantai"] was just drinking tea (he noted that he should check out that cafe sometime).

"We will leave. And I will return. I will return and conduct my business."

He looked over at his brother, speaking in Epicant.

<"Spare him. His time will come later. He need not die today.">

He motioned for the gathered dissenters to follow him, and Preliat began to walk, attempting to pass Kaine and his suddenly-appeared army. He seemed to be confident in his ability to walk away. As if he was not the only one that came without backup, without support. As if Preliat had not planned for an echo from his scream of violence. The carbonite rifles did not scare him.

None of them did. Not a whisper of fear from the Wolf echoed in the force. Just annoyance.

And rage.

Unending. Rage.

Onrai · Jun 15, 2018

*loud sip*

Vanessa continued to drink the last of her tea, sipping it down as fast she could before heading to the restroom, coming back out and ordering another cup. She was going to continue imbuing in this delicious drink until someone told her to stop. Though this time she chose to order an iced tea - white tea preferably. It was the luxurious sort after all.

*sip*

Jaster Awaud · Jun 15, 2018

The momentary laps in his judgement gave [member="Silas Mantis"] the momentum to break through his defense. The attack was followed by a swift knee into his abdomen and forcing him back. The distance between them was not as great as throw, but there was now a gap between the two.

Jaster did not need to recover form that attack as when he was kneed he was already in form. Both hands on his weapon, body straight, and feet planed like a tree shoulder lengths apart. He was an Alor of Clan Awaud, he was not some weakling of a lesser clan, and they were decedents of Mand'alor the Uniter. To think this could faze him would be an understatement. He lived seven years in a two ton containment armor without an Exo-Skeleton, fought in the ancient Sith/Republic wars, and fought beast and monsters that were an honor to hunt. For seven years he fought a skin disease that constantly ate his skin and lived a living hell while the rest of the galaxy lived on. A broken rib and bruising to his intestate was something he could barely feel, just enough to know it was there.

When he heard what [member="Preliat Mantis"] had to say he would not let this stand. Jaster knew every language in the galaxy, one of the perks of being a Galactic Trader with an empire that spanned the whole of the galaxy now. This was an ancient tradition that could not be interfered with, such tradition that the Alor stated he stood for. Once that Yasha had broken and would trample through the dirt. He stepped all over the honor of Clan Awaud, and any red blooded Mandalorain would have called him out on this, instead he would be the bigger man.

Jaster stood there in a nearly invincible defensive stance ready to counter and attack should the man disobey the orders of his Alor. A man without honor now.

Ronan Vizsla · Jun 16, 2018

[member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] | [member="Shia Kryze"] | [member="Preliat Mantis"] | [member="Jethro Rekali"] | [member="Silas Mantis"] | [member="Cassiopeia Australis"] | [member="Skorvek"] | [member="Kaine Australis"] | [member="Kresh Danner"] | [member="Koda Fett"] | [member="Gray Raxis"] | [member="Stardust Bloodstone"] | [member="Mavarah"] | [member="Keira Verd"] | [member="Skosk Australis"]

Well, that was anti-climatic.

He had been waiting for a response from Raxis, but it seemed that there would be none forthcoming. That was fine. In truth Ronan had come here to spill blood, expected to find blood and fire here.

Instead it all seemed to deflate within a moment.

Australis and his men left, Mantis said to theirs to leave to and Ronan sighed. Meeting Koda's glance and shrugging in response. While he did join the Fett's side, Vizsla looked back towards Skosk for one moment. Too many words from all of them, he didn't care for them, but something that the young one had said dragged something out of Ronan.

"Mand'alor is not your mother, lad. Not your father. Not your King and not your Emperor. Kneeling at the feet of a Master like a whipped dog and following every command doesn't make you a mandalorian. It makes you a slave and a fool." When had the Mandalorians fallen so low? Licking the heels of a Mand'alor like they were part of some cult? The days that the Clans picked their own path seemed to be gone. Replaced by misguided obedience and weakness. It bothered Ronan, but there didn't seem to be anything to do here.

They were lost.

"Let's go Koda, apparently today is not the day of blood." Pity. His blade had been ready. With that Vizsla moved to leave unless stopped physically.

Koda Fett · Jun 16, 2018

Fett listened. It seemed that was something that the silent figure was rather proficient at. Although, listening and heeding were two very different things, after all. A stubborn man, unwilling to adhere to any reason bar his own. Perhaps the logic of another man may arrive to him one day, and on that day may be take those words on board. Today, however, was not that day. Instead, the Bounty Hunter found himself more and more unwilling to hear what they had to say, and was sooner prepared to dive headfirst into a battle of men, not a battle of words. His trigger finger began to itch, it was safe to say.

An eyebrow of his quirked beneath the battered helmet he wore atop his head, clearly due to a few select words and phrases chosen by Skosk Australis. Mand'alor the Mother? Weenies? As if he was being addressed by a child, one hardly capable of complex thought. Yet what else could he expect? As far as Fett was concerned they were nothing more than a bunch of grovelling dogs at the foot of a child. Nothing led him to believe otherwise, after all.

"Hmph." A low huff escaped him.

Seemed as if this was all a waste of time. Yet, surely Preliat had something else in mind- something to deploy later. Until then? They lied in wait. His Visor shifted to Ronan, and the two began to take their leave. These two surely weren't friends of Mandalore, especially not after that incident.

[member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] | [member="Shia Kryze"] | [member="Preliat Mantis"] | [member="Jethro Rekali"] | [member="Silas Mantis"] | @Cassoppeia Australis | [member="Skorvek"] | [member="Kaine Australis"] | [member="Kresh Danner"] | [member="Ronan Vizsla"] | [member="Gray Raxis"] | [member="Stardust Bloodstone"] | [member="Mavarah"] | [member="Keira Verd"] | [member="Skosk Australis"]

Silas Mantis · Jun 16, 2018

There was a moment he considered disobeying, considered moving in and seeing the fight to its finish. But the time was not right, instead they would wait. Silas' tomahawk found its way back into its sheath and he gave Awaud a simple nod of respect. The man had earned that at the very least. He talked a little much for his own good, but so did all of that lot, and he got to the point. No hesitation, no lengthy ramblings like the blind man that had taken to karking the help and then scurried off. Just blood and beskar.

Silas appreciated that.

There was plenty he could've said to the one mouthing off, smart remarks, pointed insults, but they were all a waste of breath. Instead, a second street urchin appeared from nowhere to launch insults for him. Mumbled something about Clan Americus being way cooler? He didn't know, kids were weird and typically weren't great at getting points across.

Without further ado, he followed after his brother in silence.

Vode An

Aliit Alor

Short 'n' Deadly

Elder of Clan Awaud

Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?

Destroyer

Mandalorian Mystic

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