Welcome to the jungle we've got fun and games: Mandalorian Dominion of Yavin

[Werdla Dardalab]

Objective: Loathe refugees. Sulk some more.

Having set the valuable bag down with exaggerated care that seemed lost on the old woman who'd trailed after her, La had taken several more trips before a young voice cried out.

"Oh noo! The cage is empty!"

A.. I don't know. What did you call a youngling learning to be a honourless cowardly force-user? Near-Huttling possibly. Anyway. The Near-Huttling was peering worriedly into a medium sized cage. La perked up slightly. Maybe it had been dangerous.

"What was it?"

"A tooke! It escaped!"

A.. A tooke. The Mandalorians shoulders drooped, and hidden within the depths of her helmet and unheard by those around her, she sighed. Still, the kid was right, they didn't need a vermin problem, and introducing species could get you into trouble. Looking around, HUD scanning, she quickly caught sight of the small rodent hopping about. Drawing her blaster, she shot it in the blink of an eye.

A brief Eeee was heard, and then all that was left was a smudge of black burnt substances and some sad little red spots.

"There. Problem solved."

"That.. that was my pet.."

The Near-Huttling looked like it was going to cry, lip wobbling, watering eyes and the lot.

"Get a real pet. Like a Narglatch or a Strill."

La advised before moving off to haul some more stuff around. No gratitude these people.

 

[The Spark]

Mira blinked a few times as she turned to face her jagyc-ba’buir, [member="Strider Garon"] – was he really here? She shook away the tears that welled up in her eyes as she bolted across the platform as if she were a child again and not a teenager, expanding her arms as wide as she could.

“Jagyc-Ba’buir!” She shrieked with excitement, boots hitting the ground and then with a leap – she jumped into his arms, attempting to tackle him. Although, she knew it would be impossible considering the size difference, she tried anyways. She’d plant kisses upon his cheek, and then bury her face into his neck, wrapping her arms around his neck tightly, sobbing softly.

“I’m so scared! I can’t find dalyc-buir and jagyc-buir …” She said in a muffled cry, she pulled back to look at the man she looked up to growing up. “Or even ik’aad vod…” She tried to smile weakly, knowing that [member="Aton Gyndar"] wasn’t truly a baby, but she had always teased him in such ways. Her ruby eyes shimmered brightly with tears of sorrow, confusion and even happiness streaming from them. She was a hot mess and to see someone who was family – was something.

Of course, she didn’t mind Duchess – but that was Aton’s thing…animals and such.

 

[Werdla Dardalab]

Objective: Seriously people couldn't find me something to shoot? Be the worst at refugee duty

"Ooooo, my old bones."

More old people. Why were there old people everywhere? Probably because they were mostly force-users and thus by nature cowards. You're chances of living to a ripe old age probably rose significantly higher the more of a coward you were. No wonder there were so many ancient force users. Some old man was taking teeny tiny doddery old steps right in the way of carrying bags and other refugees. It hardly counted as moving. He may actually have gone backwards a little bit. With another unheard sigh, La shouldered her way through the younger, politely waiting refugees. Switching her current load to one shoulder, she went around the old man before turning to face him, and bending over to take him 'round his skinny old waist and lift him over her unencumbered shoulder.

"Oh! Oh my! I say!"

Stroicly she ignored any protests around her and bore him first over to the luggage drop area to leave behind the bags, she considered leaving him as a piece of old baggage himself, but reckoned someone would likely have words with her if she did, so she took him inside and deposited him on a chair.

"There."

"Young lady I-"

"THERE. PROBLEM. SOLVED."

 

[Naimes Ahn-Dross]

...as Naimes stood there with Cennika at his side he'd have watched as other Mandalorians filtered out of the Drop Ship around them and moved to assist the refugees so that they could move into their new home. A displaced people Naimes could relate to them to some extent considering that the Empire had once done something similar to the Icarii though that was millennia ago and their were few survivors. Nodding his head once it seemed as though he was agreeing with the sentiment that Cennika had shared with him before his eyes flickered to one side and he caught the turn of her head as eyes were lifted to him. Similar contemplation would mark his own expression just then as he heard what she told him...

..."Turmoil is but a small occurrence in the galaxy."...he seemed thoughtful at that moment considering the idea of what had come to mind..."We'll see many hardships together Cennika Hawk but none of them will detract from the beauty that stretches across this place or the next."...his eyes had caught her own again, he looked deeply into the violet of her gaze, peering into her then he would state..."If you wish it I will assist you in reaching all of the stars."...perhaps there was a touch of the poet in there somewhere however after he had said it Naimes would allow his gaze to shift. Tilting his head back he looked upwards towards the sky momentarily...

...to think that once the stars were untouchable. Men would gaze upon them in wonder. Now the stars were within our reach. All of them. Each and every one promising new and unique experiences. Untold beauties that one might enjoy. It seemed a shame to Naimes that Cennika should ever lose out on that, that she might somehow be confined to one world or one place again when the stars could be hers...

...when his eyes turned front again Naimes only saw the soldiers of the Mando'ade as they attempted to assist the refugees that had come there. Somewhere in his mind it felt strange. As a soldier he was used to battle, fighting the enemy and to see that these people had been forced from their home when they were innocent displeased him. Eyes wavered towards her again then Naimes would take the first step forward expecting that she would join him as he went to move freely amongst the crowds...​

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[member="Cennika Hawk"]

 

[Ordo]

Ordo's hands were engulfed in the powerful paws of the terentatek he had nick named fluffy during their last battle. The dripping fanged maw of the beast drew closer and closer to the man's already scar covered face and body. The smell of rotten flesh wafted from the gritty remain caught between the things teeth as it pushed Ordo into the ground like a rusty tent peg.

The jungle dripped rain into their battle field as Ordo used his learned powers to begin to push back. He wasn't ready to die again...not yet.

 

[Cennika Hawk]

None of them will detract from the beauty that stretches across this place or the next... she knew this to be true of the worlds under the protection of the Mando'ade, she knew it now, but such could not be assumed to be true for the likes of the Primeval, or any other that was so definite a threat to life and freedom. When his eyes found hers again, they carried an edge of intent to peer into her soul. When the offer was given to fulfill a possible wish her brow creased, and the faintest lift of the corners of her mouth made a positive expression that just barely existed in her visage; when he looked off and up to the sky above, she hadn't yet looked away. When he looked to the soldiers lending a hand in the assistance of refugees from Dantooine, her eyes were on his face still.

It was only in another skirting glance from him that she finally averted her gaze to look on the soldiers for herself, then followed him as he stepped off. The offer was one that she found undeniably attractive, but she didn't understand. She didn't understand... 'While I want to...' and she did, her voice trailing off, '...wouldn't doing so take you away from your brothers?' It was a lot of stars, and a lot of time to see them, after all. What was lacking was any concern over spending so much time away herself, and so much of it with him. The rationale was simple: if the journey to each star was as their journey had been so far, there was no worry at all.

Even so, he had offered. Surely he had thought such things through, or perhaps she didn't understand the nature of his relationship with them. There was so much she did not yet understand about them, either. A furtive glance at him, the lines on her forehead softened, and she returned her attention to weaving through the crowd.

[member="Naimes Ahn-Dross"]

 

[Anastasia Rade]

"I wish I would have been," she smiled lightly as she continued walking. It would have been better than the childhood she ended up with but than again anything would have been better than that. Ana was just glad to be in the place she currently was. I was born and raised a slave until the man whom now reign's as Mandalore rescued me a few years ago." Telling her story now didn't bother her quite as much as it used to.

"If there is anything dangerous surrounding the temple we will take care of it. I won't ask of you to fight with us." She wasn't sure if he would be willing to do such. This was his home after all and she doubted he enjoyed seeing the things he loved destroyed.

[member="Xion Vala"]

 

[Naimes Ahn-Dross]

...navigating the refugees as he moved into the courtyard was easy. Footsteps were calculated and measured. Naimes moved around the people with a subtle ease almost as though he were leading an opponent in a duel and he wove a path that Cennika could also follow. Pausing as needed he would have offered a kind word or some reassurance to the displaced telling them that they would find shelter in the temples before directing Troopers that were also nearby so that they could assist those in need. Once he'd moved amongst the crowds Naimes hadn't answered Cennika, perhaps leading her to believe he had missed her remark, however soon he was turning his head so that his gaze could rest on her once again while they immersed themselves amongst the bodies as it were...

...as he came to a halt Naimes would have looked towards Cennika however he also looked around her. Awareness seemed to be one of his talents, situational awareness at that, likely developed throughout his career as a soldier. Similar to the reassuring words he'd offered the refugees he gave her a reassuring smile..."Patrolling the borders of the Mando'ade is my duty. When all this is done and our worlds are retaken there will be a long border to patrol."...his words seemed contemplative then he would lift his right arm, reach out and set his hand over her left shoulder..."Once that is done it is also my duty to spread word of the resol'nare. It would be easy to do so while taking you to the stars."...the rhetoric was sound though there may have been more to it than that...

...tensing his fingers just briefly Naimes would squeeze Cennika's shoulder lightly before his hand drew away and looking around the both of them towards the refugees once more he'd state..."Enough for now though. There's work to be done, Cennika Hawk."...and then he would lead her amongst the displaced once more were they could assist in whatever fashion was prudent. Likely their day would be spent moving luggage or aiding in the construction of living units for the refugees. Naimes didn't mind getting his hands dirty, he worked hard and with a quiet amount of pride in what he was doing...​

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[member="Cennika Hawk"]

 

[Strider Garon]

[member="Mira Gyndar"]

Strider took the embrace full on. For a legendary and infamous warrior he was as soft as puddy in the arms of his granddaughter. The girl was visible upset and had all rights to be. Her closest loved ones were all missing, a tragedy that all who were not taken can relate to. The old man could of been stone cold, a emotionless rock against the waves of tears this child brought forth. But he was probably the only family she had left and he to felt the loss and had grieved in his own way.

"I know Cyar'ika! I know" He would hold her tight, his arms locked around her skinny frame with crushgraunt strength giving her a sense of security and love. "I can't promise you we will get the back" He would of loved to make the promise, that he could guarantee each one of them would return safe but he had to be realistic and not give the fragile girl false hope. "But we damn well are going to try!"

 

[Aedan Miles]

The permission to land came in so Aedan directed the freighters down to a clearing that was big enough. As they moved closer the anxiety the young man felt at being this close to the vod while still being banished grew. Landing the freighter with ease the pilot turned nodding to Aedan as the cargo hatch lowered and his men started to quickly unload the freighters. Taking a deep breath Aedan stood and made his way down to help them the force instinctively rushing into him to fortify his form with it increasing his strength. Stepping into the hold Aedan pulled the hood of his black cloak over his head as he lifted a crate full of food stuffs carrying it down to start stacking it the way the others reacted around him making it clear he was in charge stopping for a moment he started to direct those unloading it forming different areas for the following food, water, and even tents and clothing being stacked for the refugees. Turning he moved back to help the other two freighters landing in similar clearings near areas where refugees were to unload their supplies the freighter Aedan was on had landed at the largest refugee camp though. Aedan was aware eventually someone would come wanting to know who had sent the supplies and why they were here but until then he just worked.

[member="Strider Garon"] [member="Anastasia Rade"] @Ordo @Werdla Dardalab

 

[Werdla Dardalab]

Objective: Be surprised no one has made her stop dealing with refugees yet. Keep problem solving like a boss.
Nearby Allies: [member="Aedan Miles"]

Just when it looked like maybe, possibly the bags and supplies were almost done.. More ships landed. Cursing vividly within the sanctity of her helmet, La moved for the new ships, walking briskly, keen to get this done.

"Miss? Miss!"

It took La a moment to respond. Partially because she was not used to being addressed as Miss, and partially because she didn't want to and was busy going on an unheard tirade. What the middle-aged woman in question saw however, was simply the armoured form slowly turning and stoically looking in her direction.

"We thought it would be just lovely, and a nice way to show our thanks, if we broke out some of the goodies, but the kitchens are all in use doing more important things, if we could just get a fire st-"

La pulled out her old ACP Repeater Gun. Without turning her head or appearing to look away from the woman, she raised her arm, and held the trigger down. A rock started spitting chips of stone, luckily or possibly be design no one was standing to close to it. After about thirty rounds, the gun caught fire, as it always did. The built in extinguisher hadn't worked for years. She tossed it, again without looking, at a bush, which promptly caught fire.

"THERE."

"Uh, I, that is-"

"FIRE. PROBLEM. SOLVED."

It had been through worse, she'd fish it out later. What was left of the old gun was basically indestructible at this point, nothing natural was going to burn at a high enough temperature to finish off the rest of it. More refugee idiocy dealt with, La stalked off to the nearest ship to start hauling more supplies until she was invariably interrupted again.

 

[Verd Skirata]

Verd had been assisting the refugees with supplies, luggage, and pretty much anything else they had that was small enough to lug around. He tried to have patience with the people, knowing their situation, but it was difficult with their minds changing about where certain crates needed to go. He still somehow kept his temper in check, knowing that they had been through enough as of late. But still 'can you please put these move this crate of training sabers across the room', or whatever the story was got old real fast. he was glad his helmet could stop what he was saying from being heard by anyone outside of his bucket. Then came a Mamien, out of the thick foliage Of Yavin 4. It started towards some of the refugees before Skirata fired at it with his Blaster rifle. The beast turned and faced him, he knew he had to distract it and get it away from the refugees, so he fired a couple more bolts at it, which didn't seem to affect it at all. Wondering if he should rethink his armament, he called over his comm channel to let the others know the situation. "Mamien attacking at south side of refugee landing pad, leading it away from civvies, medium blasters don't seem to be affecting it much." He started running from the large beast as it charged him, he activated his jetpack in a short burst, allowing it to jump over its attack, then kept running. "Assistance would be much appreciated, leading it to the west." He knew he had a chance to take it down with his JT-12's miniature missile launcher, but he only had one rocket, so he had to make it count. He hoped others would respond having better equipment for this than he had, but regardless, he would make it work.

 

[Ordo]

With a mighty side ways shove he redirected the beast strength and watched as it's own weight and momentum drove its face into the wet ground. Ordo pushed himself onto the thing's back. The spines on the things back cut like knives as Ordo began raining blows on the beast skull like a Hutt dropping crumbs on its chest.

The beast howled and began to roll with the intent of piercing Ordo to the ground and having the inevitable meal it was looking for. Ordo kicked off and rolled through the mud and coating most of his uncovered form in black wet soil before he regained his feet and squared off with the beast. The creature stared at Ordo. Ordo stared back. For a long moment the two bulls stood eyes locked in a challenge for dominance. Large nostrils flared on both as they faced eachother, teeth bared the beast looked momentarily unsure. Ordo bared his teeth in kind and roared like the beast he once was. Again he bellowed as the creature stepped back and finally looked away.

Ordo stood erect, chest out and back straight in triumph as he neared the creature. Blood ran from his chest and knuckles as he walked up and butted his head against the lowered head of the monster that most intelligent beings feared. The beast made a low sound in it's throat as Ordo scratched the thing's ear.

"Better luck next time boyo." He said before walking back to the house to find his clothes.