Where is the Horse and the Rider? (Dantooine - Betna Clan Homestead Founding)

[Arrbi Betna]

Dawn was such a peaceful time, a period of tranquil moments strung together by the rising sun as it came up over the horizon, bringing light, warmth, and life to the land below. He'd seen countless suns on scores of worlds rise and set, each matching the beauty of the other, each just as tranquil if one took the time to notice.

Unfortunately, Arrbi had not come to Dantooine solely to watch the sunrise, no matter how much he enjoyed such quiet moments. No, he'd come with a much more basic reason. His clan was expanding and, with expansion, came the need for new lands. Mandalore had come to mind, but the planet was a warring one, the past was littered with orbital strikes and large scale assaults where countless numbers perished. To ensure the continuation of his clan, they had to spread out, settle in new places, so that if the main section of the clan perished on Mandalore, or if their home planet was placed under siege, the rest of the clan could act and thrive.

Behind him the members of the clan who had journeyed with him began to wake from sleep. A small village of tents and ships had grown over the past few days as volunteers arrived from the various clan holdings throughout Mandalorian territory. They'd come to help found yet another homestead and, perhaps, find a new life there. The Betna clan was, indeed, a Major clan and held a seat on the council, which generally meant that they occasionally had overpopulation issues with their current holdings at times. The warriors and clan members here were seeking a new place to live, most of them young people and young families seeking a fresh start.

As the sun rose steadily into the sky, Betna made his way back to their makeshift camp. The building materials had arrived the day before and, while they lacked the heavy equipment seen with regular projects the galaxy over, they really didn't need them. All they needed was determination, some tools, and maximum effort.

OOC:

Spoiler

We're building a Napna Vornskr ranch, folks. Gonna get some cavalry up in here and the flat plains of Dantooine are perfect for raising the critters. Find some tools, dig some foundations, build a house, handle the animals, chit chat, do what you want. Just get out there and make it happen

 

[Progflaw99]

The sun had come up hours ago, Buruk already working on the construction of the homestead. He'd always been an early riser, kind of had to be if you wanted to catch game. He wasn't here to hunt however. At the request of Clan Betna, he'd arrived several days ago, helping get the foundations for their homestead on Dantooine established. The first few days had been pouring duracrete for the foundations after excavating the cellar for one of the lodges. His hands were rough, enough to the point where he didn't even bother to wear gloves as he worked. Lifting a large wooden beam, he nestled into place before he used a large hammer to nail it in place. As he finished, he stood up straight, eyes looking out over the horizon.

Dantooine was a beautiful planet, the landscape was certainly suited for what they planned on using it as. An errant thought crossed his mind and then he suppressed it. The time for building a homestead of his own hadn't come but in many ways it was a relief. Shaking his head, he went back to work, the sound of his hammer echoing through the air.

[member="Arrbi Betna"]​

 

[Ria Misrani]

Dantooine, Lorsima rose from her tent and stretched her body out as the sun sprinkled it's light along the ground. Her sister Sabetha still slept in their tent, she went back in to grab a change of clothes. Work boots, dark work pants and a light colored shirt, reemerging from the tent she headed down toward the kitchens. The village of tents, ships and speeders had indeed grown over the last few days and nothing made Lorsima happier than working to feed her vod.

Sweeping her hair up into a bun she squeezed into the back and pulled on an apron, the scent of meats on an open flame, and breads baking in their stone ovens. "Jate vaar'tur!" Lorsima greeted with a smile as she took over on the griddle, sausages both flat and round would sizzle under her gaze. The kitchens sat square in the middle, a portable that held a dining window so they could serve the meals. Before the open dining window you could see the collection of benches, tables, and other places where families gathered to eat. Officially, Lorsima was still part of Clan Gratiir, a lesser clan that had yet aligned themselves with any major clan. To be fair, there were only two surviving members of Clan Gratiir but they both retained the knowledge and skills passed to them by the previous generation.

While Lorsima worked the meats, she hadn't noticed her sister walking into the kitchen. Sabetha took over on nuna eggs, scrambling them, flipping them for over easy, over medium, and over hard orders, even the occasional sunny side up or omelette. "You didn't even wake me up this morning, Lori." Sabetha said as she looked to her right.

"Huh?" Lori replied, "oh, well you were asleep and you had such a hard time wrangling all those carrots yesterday."

Sabetha rolled her eyes, "yeah well if you had kept a better eye on the bantha herd, I wouldn't have been running around the farm now would I?"

"I don't know, you tend to do that anyway, you can operate a blaster but Ancestors forbid you have to do actual work." Lori remarked and was rewarded with an elbow to the rib cage. Which only made her laugh harder, their kitchen master looked over and shook his head, and Lori just smirked, "see this is your fault we can't work together."

"Ancestors help us, we'll never get anything done." Sabetha replied as she looked at her sister, and it's a look that siblings share, a look where for some reason you both get the giggles, "stop it, you're going to burn your sausages."

"Better me than you," she replies to her sister and Sabetha waits for their kitchen master to turn around before pinching her sister.

The two went straight back to work before their master turned to look at both of them, he sighed while happily handing out meals to their vod who were still rising and coming up for breakfast. "Lorsima, get on the protatoes." He barked, and took over on the griddle while she moved to wash her hands and get to work making hashed protatoes.

[member="Arrbi Betna"] | [member="Buruk Surhaai"] | Clan Betna​

 

[Anija Betna]

[member="Arrbi Betna"] [member="Mirshko Betna"] [member="Lorsima Gratiir"] [member="Kima Betna"] [member="Kjell Betna"] [member="Buruk Surhaai"] [member="Ta'yise betna"] [member="Gabriel Nihz Betna"] [member="Mirdala Betna"]

The sun was sending golden rays across their growing tent-city. Over the last several days, Anija had watched more and more members of Clan Betna arrive onworld. She'd been here maybe once before, though she didn't remember much of it. She'd been very young at the time. As with any project, Anija had brought with her a crate full of some handheld tools - both powered and unpowered. There had not been space on the shuttles for anything larger.

Sighing softly, she wrapped her fingers around the mug of behot and went in search of Arrbi. She found him on his way back into the camp. When they neared each other, Anija slipped her fingers of her free hand into his and leaned her head against his shoulder. "Vaar'tur..." she said softly, the word slightly muffled against his shoulder. For once, it was nice to slow down and focus on things other than the Crusades. But, she also knew that war was the nature of the Mandalorians. They were drawn to it.

"I hope you slept well.." she continued after a moment, gently squeezing his fingers. "Looks like there's a lot of work to be done. I've brought a good quantity of hand tools, but I left the heavy building equipment at home." If she was being honest with herself, she was looking forward to the task ahead it meant time to get to know some of the rest of the Betna clan better. There were many she didn't know.

 

[4ND-R0]

[member="Anija Betna"] | [member="Arrbi Betna"] | [member="Kjell Betna"] | [member="Mirshko Betna"] | [member="Kima Betna"]

Dantooine. What a strange place to settle. Unlike her clan's normal homeworld, Myrkr, Dantooine was seemingly a planet wide patch of great plains and rolling hills. Very different from the dense forests of Myrkr, and Clan Betna's mountainous, archaic homestead on Mandalore herself. Mirdala looked around at all of the others that were landing upon the planet's surface near where the Clan's Alor had called them to.

She felt slightly like a stranger among these people. Her father was but a fringe, distant cousin to the Alor's family, who had been the baseline Betna family for many generations. She hefted some camping supplies under her arm, her pet anooba following her closely. Finding an empty spot, Mirdala began erecting her tent. Not a hard task to accomplish, considering the countless hunting trips that she took with her father and adopted siblings. With the tent's completion, she walked outside, and looked around. She felt the slightest bit nervous, unknowing what to do or who to speak to. She was normally a quiet loner, but this took it in to new extremes.

@Ta'yise Betna | [member="Gabriel Nihz Betna"] | [member="Lorsima Gratiir"] | [member="Buruk Surhaai"]

 

[Progflaw99]

This world was nothing like Trandosha. In fact, he found it to be... moderately acceptable. It wasn't as warm as he would have liked, but he could say that about most places. As a Trandoshan he naturally preferred the warmth of humid and much less temperate worlds... but this is where Clan Betna had decided to place their latest homestead. Pror was the Alor of a minor clan, a once rag-tag band of hunters now unified after the Mand'alor's call for a crusade. It had been that call that had united the nomadic bands of their clan. It was a strange story, truly, how a Trandoshan hunter had become the head of the Clan, but that story was for another time. Clan Vhe'viin had sworn fealty to Betna, ensuring that it would be represented at the Alor council. It was a strange time for the Clan, emerging from the forests of Concord Dawn. They themselves had much to learn about the galaxy at large.

Trandoshans were naturally stronger than stock humans, their physiology a distinct advantage when it came to hand to hand combat... or in this case, hefting rocks.

HRNNNNG.

With a grunt Pror lifted a particularly large stone, heaving it up above his head. He had begun construction on the foundation for the great hall. It wasn't exactly part of the original plan, but he had an idea, choosing to run with it. The buildings here weren't bunkers, they had no need to be resistant against weapons but rather against the elements. The supplies were here, the foundation was mostly lain... then came the arduous task of erecting the actual walls and roof. The work wasn't easy, but that's the thing about work. If it was easy, it usually wasn't rewarding. If it came down to it, Pror wouldn't mind help, but he had grown strong on his own and was confident he could do the work by himself.

[member="Mirdala Betna"] | [member="Anija Betna"] | [member="Lorsima Gratiir"] | [member="Arrbi Betna"]​

 

[Arrbi Betna]

Betna squeezed back on his Riduur's fingers. It had been a long time since they'd had a quiet moment, but that was the usual series of things for them nowadays.

"The hand tools will be fine, trust me," he said with a laugh as they walked through the camp. "The only thing we were really waiting for was the wood. Not many trees in this area, so unless we wanted to dig underground and shore it all up with stone, we had to ship it all in."

Up ahead the building had begun. The great hall had been started and, nearby, outbuildings and homes were being constructed. It was an odd frenzy of activity and, on the air, he could smell food cooking. Some had begun working, others had started cooking, and a few were slowly waking up and moving about. It reminded him of days on campaign, but without the constant vigilance against enemy attack.

"Why don't you go get Ta'yise and grab some breakfast," Arrbi offered as they neared the cooking fires. "Knowing Mirshko and teenagers, she's probably already eaten and meandering around. I'll snag her and see if we can't build some fences for when the Vornskr arrive today."

[member="Anija Betna"] [member="Pror Vheviin"] [member="Mirdala Betna"] [member="Lorsima Gratiir"] [member="Buruk Surhaai"]

 

[Mirshko Betna]

[member="Arrbi Betna"] [member="Anija Betna"] [member="Lorsima Gratiir"] [member="Kima Betna"] [member="Kjell Betna"] [member="Buruk Surhaai"] [member="Ta'yise Betna"] [member="Gabriel Nihz Betna"] [member="Mirdala Betna"] [member="Pror Vheviin"]

It had been a long time since Mirshko had done anything even resembling camping. In fact, the last time she had done so, she'd been about ten. Slowly Mirshko rolled over and stretched. She'd arrived late the night before, and didn't want to disturb her parents, so she'd set up her tent near their own. Even so, she was up before the sun. She still felt rather.. unsettled about being home again. it felt so strange to her after having spent the last couple years in different parts of the galaxy.

Not to mention the time she'd spent in the Chiloon Rift. Mirshko sighed softly and brushed a few errant strands of hair from her face as the breeze pulled it free from her braid. In grass still damp from the early morning dew, Mirshko slowly began to work through some of the bes'gaan she'd learned since she'd been back. A frown creased her face as she continued. Sure, she'd spoken to her parents via holo a few times while she'd been away, and she was reasonably certain they'd noticed the changes in her.

But, she'd not spoken to her parents directly really since she'd come back from training with [member="Xander Carrick"]. Oh, there were the few times she'd come home to help with the campaign or invasion or whatever. But, for the most part, she had not spoken to her parents directly since she'd come back from the Chillon Rift. For it was during her return that she'd run into Xander. And not because she'd wanted to.

That one encounter had changed her so much. Oh, she knew she'd changed from her time studying with Draco. there was more than one indicator to support it. But, her time with Xander had changed her too. He wasn't an easy teacher. But then neither had Draco been. And she was better for it on both counts. Even if she was still tainted with the Dark Side. A frown crossed her face for a moment. Dark and light two polar opposites. How could she find a balance between the two? She supposed that was a question for Mom, or maybe [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"].

A smile touched her face for a moment. She'd truly enjoyed the weeks she'd spent at her 'aunt's' home. it was some of her more carefree days. And she'd also found some healing from her time with the pirates. That was something she'd sorely needed. But for now, she had other things which needed her attention. And for that, she carefully pulled her attention back to the present. Having worked through what she'd learned of bes'gaan, she pulled out the saber Xander had given her.

It didn't quite feel like an extension of herself. But, she knew that it was because it was not a weapon she'd crafted herself. Perhaps in time she would. For now, she held the saber in a low guard, the distinctive snap-hiss of the weapon igniting filling the clearing in which she stood barefoot. She'd found of late that training barefoot helped her connection to the Force, and her sensing to a degree. She wasn't exactly sure why. Slowly, she began to work trough her saber forms. Her movements became faster as she found a rythym. So absorbed was she that she only faintly sensed Da's approach.

 

[4ND-R0]

[member="Mirshko Betna"] | [member="Anija Betna"] | [member="Arrbi Betna"]

Mirdala walked herself closer the the campground's cooking fires. She had spent the last few minutes just standing around looking like a mute fool. She looked over the compound that would become the main hall. She recalled hearing something about a pack of vornskrs being shipped here to Dantooine from Myrkr. Perhaps she could make herself useful in helping dig out and raise the fences to keep the Force-sensitive canines enclosed. She immediately noticed the Alor and his wife, going up and bowing her head, removing he helmet.

"Su cuy'gar, my Alor and my kinsmen." She introduced herself to him and his wife. "We have not met, or if we have, it has been far too long where I do not remember. I am Mirdala. Cassius Betna was my father." She paused a moment before addressing the Alor once more. "I could not help but notice we appear to be short handed on the construction of the Vornskr enclosure. I'm here to offer my help with that." She was surprised she had spoken that much. She was normally more akin to being a mute than anything. Perhaps the excitement of being some use to this new foundation broke her out of her shell for a brief moment. Her anooba trotted up next to her and gave a woof. "And this is my faithful hound, Kad'ika. He can help, too. He's got good jaw strength....and has the habit of digging and burying things that could be useful here."

 

[Anija Betna]

[member="Arrbi Betna"] [member="Mirshko Betna"] [member="Lorsima Gratiir"] [member="Kima Betna"] [member="Kjell Betna"] [member="Buruk Surhaai"] [member="Ta'yise Betna"] [member="Gabriel Nihz Betna"] [member="Mirdala Betna"] [member="Pror Vheviin"]


Anija smiled slightly. She could tell he was eager to begin the work. As much as she was, if not more so.Another gentle squeeze of his fingers as she looked out over the camp and the frenzy of activity within and around it. "Looks like the wood shipment is here...." she said next to his ear as a stiff breeze suddenly kicked up, along with a small dust storm. As she looked upwards and shaded her eyes against the blowing dust, she spotted a pair of large cargo shuttles touching down on the settlement's landing pad - which for now was merely a cleared and hardpacked stretch of earth east of the settlement itself.

She listened for a moment and nodded. "Ta'yise would like that, I think. That girl has more energy than me some days..." she joked lightly. She hugged him briefly and pulled away to go collect their youngest daughter. it was then that she noticed Mirdala. She stopped and listened as the other woman introduced herself. Mirdala Betna.. That name sounded vaguely familiar, though Anija couldn't place as to why it would. Perhaps a distant cousin? She frowned for a brief moment before reaching out to clasp the other woman's arm in a warrior's grip - her hand clasping the other woman's forearm firmly.

"Anija Betna," she replied, looking the other woman in the eye. She was close to Anija's own age - at least from what she could tell by physical appearance, which reinforced Anija's thought that she might be a distant cousin. Anija crouched then and let the hound sniff at her hand for a moment as she smiled. When she stood and nodded. "Sounds like a good plan. I'll go gather Ta'yise for food soon, cyar'e..." she said in Arrbi's direction.

 

[Garza]

"Your form is lacking Betna. You should know better... even if you aren't wearing boots."

I smiled lightly as I was standing behind my apprentice. I had let her go so I could go out on my own time. Find something for me to do other than train, and be suck indoors with a lightsaber, and nothing else to do. I had been helping an old friend of mine, Isley, with his own endeavors for a bit. Training them as well, and then went off. I had to look for my past a little more. Something to get my mind away from the politics of the Silver Jedi, and the rough training that I was giving to others.

Standing straight instead of leaning to the side with my arms folded, I walked towards the young woman. She was improving in fact. However, she seemed a little darker than the last time she was with me.

"Relax, I won't be pushing you today. No, for today we are celebrating on your homefront. I mean, unless you want me to start beating you in saber battles again."

A devilish smile with a wink right after.

[member="Mirshko Betna"], [member="Anija Betna"],

 

[Arrbi Betna]

"We'll be at work on the fences, then," he said with a grin before glancing at the newcomer, Mirdala. "I know Cassius by name, but I don't think he and I ever met and his name I know only from passing comments of others. Still, glad to have you with us. I'm actually just about to retrieve my daughter to help with the fencing, but the two of you please feel free to join me or meet us where they drop the materials."

With that, he headed on to where he knew Misrhko was either getting into trouble or practicing with her lightsaber. It was a little strange to see her use a Force sensitive's weapon, but she was indeed Force sensitive so it made a sort of sense. Personally, he preferred the beskad or the ax, but that was him. Everyone had their preferences and, besides, it was best to use a weapon you were trained in and familiar with. Unfamiliar equipment caused problems in the field and problems in the field could get you killed.

The unfamiliar figure next to his daughter, however, was a mild curiosity. He obviously had to be friendly, or else he'd have been detained. Force User or not, you didn't show up to a camp of some of the best Force Hunters in the clans with a hostile intent on your own, much less standing around in broad daylight. That said, the man's commentary gave some clues to who he was and that he knew Mirshko.

"Form and familiarity come hand in hand," he stated as he approached. "As one gets familiar with the weapon, the form becomes more natural. When form becomes natural, the weapon becomes an extension of the body. When the weapon becomes an extension of the body, the mind and senses open. Thus the Warrior is created. Once she becomes familiar with the Jetii'kad, she'll find her form becomes much easier to maintain and the path will open to her."

Arrbi came to a stop next to his daughter and sized up the newcomer. He was a bit shorter than Betna, but he could tell they were roughly the same build, more or less. From his appearance and the way he carried himself, and from his commentary on 'saber training, he figured the man was a Jedi or one of the plethora of neutral Force sensitives across the galaxy. The possibility of the man being a Republic Jedi was slim to none. They tended to be a rare breed, harder to find than a complete pacifist among the Clans.

"I am Arrbi, Alor of Betna aliit. I'm Mirshko's father," the introduction was a bit on the formal side, but it was natural at this point. Half because it was expected, half because the clan had grown larger and his title as Alor had become more... formal than before. "Might I ask who you are?"

[member="Xander Carrick"] [member="Mirdala Betna"] [member="Mirshko Betna"] [member="Anija Betna"]

 

[Mirshko Betna]

[member="Arrbi Betna"] [member="Xander Carrick"]

[media]https://youtu.be/ko9YoeFXNz8[/media]​

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She felt him before he spoke a word. And she'd heard the rustle in the tall grass. Movement was hard to hide in a place covered by grassland and plains. Slowly, she turned as she heard the familiar voice. His presence crept in on her awareness before she even saw him. "Says the one walking around in the armor...." she replied softly, a hint of a smile on her lips as she turned around. The saber in her grip rose briefly in a salute before she lowered it and deactivated it.

Her shoulders relaxed slightly, and she moved towards him to take his arm in a warrior's grip. Feth, it had been months since she'd last seen him. They'd parted ways on decent terms. And in the meantime, she'd been keeping up with her practice. Even so, she knew her skills needed polishing. But that too would come with time. She studied him for a moment, and got the distinct impression that he was doing the same. She didn't mind. "I didn't have sparring in mind. But if you're offering.." she let that hang in the air between them for a moment, a slight grin touching her face. They both knew that a sparring session between them could result in many bruises. But, that came with the territory, she supposed.

As she waited for his reply, she felt another presence nearby. One that was intimately familiar to her. For a moment, she felt her eyes drift closed as she sought calm. She had spoken to her father several times since she'd been gone. But, this was the first time since that she'd actually be in his presence. She wasn't entirely sure how to feel about that. Taking a deep breath, she mentally readied herself. There was no telling how he'd react. Oh, she knew he wouldn't exactly be angry, but she could sense his concern as faint ripples even from meters away.

Her father's words resonated inside her. It was what she was working towards. Even though the path to that goal was littered with defeat. it was also filled with determination. She was stubborn - much like Mom. And probably Da, as well. Sometimes, it could be a good thing. other times, not so much. When he came to a stop beside her, she felt herself relax a bit more. Though, she was still nervous. As perceptive as mom was about such things, she wouldn't put it past her father not to notice the changes, both in her appearance and the way she carried herself. For the briefest of instants, she paused before reaching over to wrap her arm around his waist. Just that simple gesture was comforting.

 

[Garza]

After my words, I met with my apprentice. She seemed somewhat happy to see me, or at least to know I was still alive. Mentioning that she wouldn't mind. I smiled a little and was about to speak when another man came walking up. Speaking about becoming a warrior through training. He was speaking to Mirshko. It was then I realized who it was before he even spoke of the title attached to his name. I smiled and bowed my head slightly. His arm around his daughter's waist made it seem like he was backing her up, and clearly wanted me to not come closer. Hence the absence of grabbing each other's arms.

"Forgive me. I am Xander Carrick. I am a friend of your wife's. I am Mirshko's mentor in the arts of Lightsaber combat, and the force. I came to celebrate on your new homestead, and offer aid should it be necessary. I also came to check up on Euk Diamtr"

Out stretching my arm as a sign of faith, I wanted to meet the father of my student on even footing. I sure as hell didn't want to get into a fight with the man. As much as I liked a spar, I didn't want to end up on the ground, or make the man look less than able to lead his clan in the right direction. Speaking a phrase that I would know all too well with having two sons, and a daughter of my own.

"Ke barjurir gar'ade, jagyc'ade kot'la a dalyc'ade kotla'shya."

Translation

Spoiler

Train your sons to be strong but your daughters to be stronger

[member="Mirshko Betna"], [member="Arrbi Betna"],

 

[Tayise Betna]

She'd been up a short time, long enough to get dressed and wander outside of the tent her parents had set up a few days before. The hustle and bustle of the encampment caught her attention easily enough and, for a twelve year old, provided just the right amount of fascination to keep her interest. The cooking fires had caught her eye - or nose, rather - at first, the smells of cooking food making her hungry. She kept out from underfoot, though, knowing her mother would probably scold her if she got into things before everyone else. Mothers were like that sometimes. She wondered if aruetii mothers did the same thing.

From the cooking fires she wandered out and about. She found some of the warriors sparring in the early morning and passed by a few men and women maintaining gear and weapons. Nearby, she'd found a few of the clan's hunters had caught a few wild animals to supplement their supplies and watched the process as they skinned and cleaned the meat. She passed by a small, almost tiny, cluster of clansmen and women as they stood around a single, large fire. The coals burned bright and hot, the temperature far greater than those used to cook. As one of them pulled a bar of metal from the fire, checked it, and tucked it back within the coals, she realized that she'd found Ironsmiths, their skills of forging the legendary Beskar known far and wide throughout the galaxy. She stayed for a time, curiosity nudging her to watch as they eventually pulled a bar from the fire and began hammering, each beating the metal in a rhythmic pattern, all hitting different points of the same bar. It suddenly dawned on her that it was not multiple smiths, but one and her apprentices. Ta'yise gazed on for a time as they worked and shaped the metal, before deciding it was time to keep going. As much as the ironworking was intriguing, there was surely more to find and, more than likely, she could come back and watch more later of the smith and her helpers.

From there she wandered to where her mother, Anija, would find her. Towards the center of the camp, near the cooking fires and adjacent to the larger gathering area, a number of small tables had been set up. Easily the only truly 'high tech' items in easy sight, the tables produced holograms upon which warriors played the game Dejarik. She hopped up on one of the simple stools that had been set up and, after a quick chat, convinced the great big bear of a Mandalorian, a Betna Berserker in fact, that sat opposite her to play against her.

For the Ta'yise, it was good fun and a chance to work her mind at a game she found enjoyable and challenging. For the Berserker, it was an adorable situation. At least, until she began to win as the game went on.

Children were unpredictable that way.

[member="Anija Betna"] [member="Lorsima Gratiir"]

 

[Progflaw99]

THUNK

With a final heave of the hammer, the last nail was set. The large shed he'd been working on was finally complete. Buruk sighed, taking a step back to survey his work. It was solid, the walls were thick, the beams stout. It would take more than a rough weather-storm to do any severe damage to it. What it would be used for exactly hadn't been decided, food storage, riding equipment, miscellaneous gear, who knew? A raised hand wiped the thin beads of sweat from his brow as he took a breather. Gathering up the tools he'd been using into a nearby bucket he began his walk, towards the vornskr pens. Since declaring allegiance to Clan Betna he'd been intrigued by the creatures. It was truly part of why he'd been so ready to join them on Dantooine. He'd long heard stories of using beasts as capable mounts during battle and on the hunt, now that he was here, he could judge them for himself.

As his footsteps led him to the construction material assembly area, he slowed, observing the neat stacks of building supplies. He felt more comfortable on his own two feet when he was in the heat of battle but this was an opportunity, one he felt would be good for both the wandering Vhe'viin and their parent clan, Betna. If he could teach his men to ride the vornskr, he would not only secure his clan's importance to their parent clan but also create a driving force to bring the wandering arms of their clan together... perhaps even taking on a new name to better represent their true heart. Long had they been nomads, wandering hunters, but now with the way of the universe... that was no longer viable. Perhaps a rebranding would do them well. That however was a discussion for a later date. Now, he would focus on the task at hand. Across the small central area he spotted Pror, the current Alor of clan Vhe'viin. He appeared to be working on the foundation of... perhaps a great hall? At least that's what it looked like. He gave a friendly wave before heading towards where the vornskr were, eyeing them carefully. They looked to be formidable beasts. He smiled. The sheer terror someone would feel if faced with those in battle caused him a slight chuckle. That would be a sight to see.

He stood near the pens, watching the creatures carefully, intrigued by their movement. Perhaps yet today he would learn how to ride such a creature.

[member="Ta'yise Betna"] | [member="Mirshko Betna"] | [member="Arrbi Betna"] | [member="Anija Betna"] | [member="Mirdala Betna"] | [member="Lorsima Gratiir"] | [member="Xander Carrick"]​

 

[Ria Misrani]

Lorsima and Sabetha were still working the camp fires and cooking tents that rested in the center of camp. "Did you bring down the burger stand, sister?" Lorsima asked and then got a look from Sabetha, "so that's a no." She laughed a little and worked up the last of the sweetcake batter, "should I get it? Or are you too weak from yesterday's roundup of livestock to get it?"

"Ha, ha, ha," Sabetha remarked, "you're hilarious Lori, truly, with a sister like you who needs enemies."

"Ouch," Lori quipped as she moved to wash her hands, "well I'm going to grab it, you can stay or come with me, up to you."

Sabetha rolled her eyes, "we wouldn't want you to break your nails again."

"I'll have you know it took me a long time to grow my nails out like that," Lori defended herself, and as the two walked out of the cooking tents the spotted a fellow Betna Beserker playing a game of Dejarik with one of the children. Lorsima smiled she remembered playing games like that as a child, and now she walked through the grass toward her Mantis that rested some yards away with the rest of the personal ships that were now taking up enough space to form their own starport.

The two sisters bickered and laughed while getting the Mando Burger stand out of the back of the ship. Funny, they never saw themselves as two women who would want to own and run a fast food place, but working with Mando Burger sort of fell into their lap and it's something they enjoy. Keeps their mind off of the junk and wars around the galaxy, "so I was wondering, sister." Lorsima began, "do you think we could settle here?"

"What's wrong with Concord?" Sabetha wondered, "are you so eager to lick someone else's boot?"

"Sabetha, stop, c'mon their vod just like we're vod and I don't know I've always wanted to kinda have my own place," Lorsima explained, "Concord doesn't feel like home anymore, we've been gone for so long."

Sabetha only shook her head, "you can stay here on Dantooine, I'll be going back to Concord."

That was the end of that discussion as the sisters brought the stand into camp, and began to set it up.

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