Galaar Vhett
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Post by Galaar Vhett on Aug 23, 2022 19:37:03 GMT -8
A helmet was heard being placed on the bar's table just next to him.
Next time, give a bit of warning, Trojan. I'd like to know if I need to examine your plating or not.
The grizzled voice of his Aliit'alor, the Legate of the Mandalorian Defense Corps, Galaar, was heard as the male seated himself. He tap the counter twice, indicating easily what he wanted to drink. Galaar picks up his first glass of Tihaar and proceeds to down it to a half. Turning to Trojan, the Mandalorian glances at his armor and notices some scuffs. So, the data was right about him being away on a mission.
How was your bounty? Bring you a heap of credits I hope.
While the Assembly ensured unity, they did not denounce mercenary and bounty activity. In fact, they promoted it greatly. Even to the point that contracts included resources as an alternative to credits. A means to better the clan the contractor is associated with or to pool into the greater needs of the Assembly.
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Trojan Vhett
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Post by Trojan Vhett on Aug 24, 2022 18:04:01 GMT -8
A helmet was heard being placed on the bar's table just next to him.Next time, give a bit of warning, Trojan. I'd like to know if I need to examine your plating or not.The grizzled voice of his Aliit'alor, the Legate of the Mandalorian Defense Corps, Galaar, was heard as the male seated himself. He tap the counter twice, indicating easily what he wanted to drink. Galaar picks up his first glass of Tihaar and proceeds to down it to a half. Turning to Trojan, the Mandalorian glances at his armor and notices some scuffs. So, the data was right about him being away on a mission.How was your bounty? Bring you a heap of credits I hope.While the Assembly ensured unity, they did not denounce mercenary and bounty activity. In fact, they promoted it greatly. Even to the point that contracts included resources as an alternative to credits. A means to better the clan the contractor is associated with or to pool into the greater needs of the Assembly. **As soon as another helm was placed on the bar, Trojan knew who it was before he even spoke. ** *Trojan turned to face him immediately*"Oya Aliit'alor. Forgive the abrupt comings and goings. After all, the early bird catches the worm." *He nods his head and lifts his glass to him in cheers and finishes his drink.*
**Trojan wasn't fazed by Galaart knowing about his proclivity for bounty hunting. Any good clan leader worth their salt had some idea what their clan mates where up to in some sense.** "Hut'uun Sol'yc Ke'gyce1. " "They pay well, but they think they're far more cleverer than they are really. They paid me to off one of their higher ups. Then tried to double-cross me. Paid me double not to kill them. So I took the payment and left them with a ripper slug in the kneecap. You know, a friendly souvenir to remind them every time it rains to rethink trying to double-crossing Aliit Fett."
*Trojan then stood up and grabbed his helm.* "Truth be told Ner' Vod, my armor could use a little....'overhaul'. "
1:Cowardly First Order
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Galaar Vhett
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Post by Galaar Vhett on Aug 27, 2022 12:04:11 GMT -8
It was an amusing remark to call the First Order cowardly.
Their Emperor revived the noble class as a means of a backbone for the resurgent Empire. Although a lot of them are militant, there are weeds in the garden. Clan Bralor has gotten good deals and our clan, ourselves, has had good work with the Imperials... but not all the contracts are made by smart people.
Intrigues were starting to grow and feuds began to return as the noble class clashed with one another. The Emperor had a vision, but it was being tainted by the machinations of inferior minds and ambitious hearts. Galaar would have to be careful on the contracts offered to his clan members. He wouldn't want any of them to die at the hands of a dagger after all.
I will make sure a more reputable contractor contacts you next time, Trojan.
At the mention of the overhaul, Galaar's eyebrow went up slightly, turning some to face him fully.
What's going on with your armor now?
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Trojan Vhett
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Post by Trojan Vhett on Aug 27, 2022 15:29:46 GMT -8
**Trojan understood what Galaart was saying. Not all people who are ambitious exercise common sense. More often than not, Trojan felt the brunt of that.** *Galaart's comment made him smile coyly.* "Truer words have never been spoken." **Truth be told, it would not be much of a challenge if things always went according to plan. Trojan was a good sport when things fell apart, kept him on his toes. well,...in a manner of speaking anyways.** "I trust you will keep an eye out for more reputable contacts, but you know me. The less reputable ones provide better challenges. After all it was you whom once told me 'Cuyir jate, cuyir tsikala, bal ganar a dajun par kebise at slanar dush.1 ' " *Trojan shows the dent on his side chest plate.* "Oh nothing major, just have to rework a few things and get them...tuned up." **Trojan was talking about his prosthetics and his armor.**
1:Be good, Be ready, and have a plan for things to go bad.
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Galaar Vhett
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Post by Galaar Vhett on Sept 1, 2022 21:14:34 GMT -8
Galaar snorts slightly at the remark made about the words offered to Trojan once. It wasn't meant to be an insult, but rather, the Alor wasn't wise with words. He just knew what worked and used phrases to explain that. His favorite phrase was always 'Aliit ori'shya tal'din', Family is more than blood. A phrase told to Vera Fett, to Bey Kahn, and to many other Mandalorians who may not have been born of their culture, but proved themselves worthy to be called brother or sister.
When Trojan motioned to the dent, Galaar puts on his helmet and proceeds to examine it more closely with the visor's scanner. That was one good dent, especially in the metal used to help armor the suit that Trojan wore. A few of the prosthetics were made of Beskar after all. A quick review did notice the consequences of wear and tear though.
Come by the Homestead tomorrow then. I will have the forge ready and the time to perform some maintenance.
The Alor tells Trojan before removing the helmet to drink his second glass of Tihaar.
We are definitely gonna need to find some tougher metal. Beskar has it's boons, but it certainly isn't the best for prosthetics unfortunately.
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Trojan Vhett
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Post by Trojan Vhett on Sept 6, 2022 17:19:16 GMT -8
*Trojan downs a second glass of tihaar and puts his buy'ce back on.* **He sees Galaart use his scanner to assess his damage.** "I figured you'd want to swing by the homestead." **Truth be told it had been a very long time. He was getting used to the beskar prosthetics. Even though they still gave him difficulty.** "The beskar is good. Matter of fact I prefer it. Makes me feel like it and I belong." *He pays his tab and stand up, facing Galaart.* "What time should I arrive? Early morning as usual?"
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Galaar Vhett
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Post by Galaar Vhett on Sept 11, 2022 12:29:56 GMT -8
Finishing his second glass, Galaar nods.
Aye, early morning. Better that way as I have meetings with my commanders due to Obroa-skai.
The incident there was troubling to all the clans as well as the whole of the Assembly and its reach. Patrols had been heightened and more clan warriors raised up to be a part of planetary militias or within the Mandalorian Defense Corps ranks. The state of the galaxy was troubling, considering the age of the Emperor of the First Order and what that could bring when he died. There were murmurs of Dark Side forces at work across the galaxy, one of them known to fester on Mon Calamari. And though the Jedi were rebuilding, the loss of the Coalition, the last bastion of their democracies, was a terrible mark.
Just make sure you are on time, Trojan. I don't want to push my day back.
Fett pats him on the shoulder before rising.
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Trojan Vhett
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Post by Trojan Vhett on Sept 15, 2022 16:03:13 GMT -8
Finishing his second glass, Galaar nods.Aye, early morning. Better that way as I have meetings with my commanders due to Obroa-skai.The incident there was troubling to all the clans as well as the whole of the Assembly and its reach. Patrols had been heightened and more clan warriors raised up to be a part of planetary militias or within the Mandalorian Defense Corps ranks. The state of the galaxy was troubling, considering the age of the Emperor of the First Order and what that could bring when he died. There were murmurs of Dark Side forces at work across the galaxy, one of them known to fester on Mon Calamari. And though the Jedi were rebuilding, the loss of the Coalition, the last bastion of their democracies, was a terrible mark.Just make sure you are on time, Trojan. I don't want to push my day back.Fett pats him on the shoulder before rising. **Trojan understood. Lots of moving parts being pulled into thousands of different directions. There were times Trojan was glad that he wasn't clan leader.** *Trojan nods when he told the time.* "You know me, I'll be ready and early." **Besides, Trojan knew he could help out with the latest problems. This made his bounty hunting skills all the more desirable. Especially since he had his "unique" abilities. Downside was he had to act quickly. Time and wear always were against him.** "Kelir vaabir1"
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Belisarius Vilebroth
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Post by Belisarius Vilebroth on Jul 15, 2023 6:00:23 GMT -8
Jaundiced yellow eyes watched the walls of the fort from the edge of the forest surrounding the besieged settlement. A thick sausage finger encased in black Sith iron gauntlets probed one of those sickly yellow orbs, squeezing a trickle of pus trapped beneath rheumy lids, as it reached through the gap in the Plague Knights helmet visor. From his place of concealment along the border of the forest he could tell the Reaper Prime's brothlings had done an admiral job infecting the countryside with nanogene spore, if the snarling technobeasts scraping at the walls were any indicator.
As night had fallen, hundreds of the ravenous creatures had emerged from the woods to besiege Jai'galaar, which was quickly becoming a common event as this was the third night in a row the walking cybernetic undead had scraped infected fingers against their defenses.
Festerbile Bubonicus let out a diseased breath as his bulky armoured form vanished into the brush.
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Vera Fett
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Post by Vera Fett on Jul 15, 2023 11:12:10 GMT -8
Vera and her squad arrived shortly after Festerbile retreated, both parties unaware of the proximity they were to each other. That is until the Mandalorians broke the tree line. Eight commandos in total, including Vera herself, began by striking the monsters in the rear using whatever heavy ordinance they had. Having been assigned to recon mostly all they had were a handful of grenades and the rockets mounted on their jetpacks. But all they were trying to do was split the monsters off, draw a portion away from the walls and destroy them piecemeal. So far so good, after the rear groups of the Technobeasts were blasted apart, the next groups turned and made there advance on the eight warriors. Vera ordered her unit to avoid melee at all costs, keeping their distance with jetpacks, and using any terrain to their advantage. With such a small group at her command, Vera knew this would take time and careful maneuvering, but she and her fighters could buy the settlement some much needed breathing room.
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Post by Captain Dice, CT-3949 on Aug 15, 2023 12:58:47 GMT -8
A LAAT gunship soared through the skies of Concord Dawn, having broken off from a mess of Clone Wars-era fightercraft and gunships. The single transport would find whatever official landing pad it could, then set down, off-loading Captain Dice, a Mandalorian from the forces of House Bralor, and an escort of five clone troopers. Quickly, they would ask to find Galaar Vhett. The rest of the Victores' descending vehicles would perform long strafing runs, low-power bombings and high speed deployments, LAATs configured with side mounted turrets beaming down technobeasts covered squads of second company soldiers and the lauded Sixth Shock Troops of the Four-Hundred-Forty-Seventh Legion. Though a few support squads were still armed with DC-15s and other typical weapons, the bulk of these soldiers were equipped with net-launchers, flamethrowers, rotary turrets and rocket launchers. They'd get the attention of techno-beast packs and lure them towards kill-boxes, where immense firepower would blast, pound or scorch them into dust. It wasn't an easy job, they were still supernaturally tough and each of them brutalized any unfortunate clone lurer who wasn't quite fast enough, but it was more effective than not.
Joining the clones were Bralor warriors, armed with spears and polearms of shining beskar. These were soon impaled through the mid-sections and hearts of techno-beasts, having a modest competition with the clones they were getting to know over who had the most kills. Where a pack was too dense to engage, a Y-Wing passed overhead, and made the crowd much more manageable. "This is Hardcap to Aiwha Squadron - circle the area, I want to find where these beasts are coming from," the corporal, in charge of the clones currently in battle, ordered. "If you find anything obvious, like an enemy factory, mark it for the Victores' tac-map too, don't wait to upload scans. I suspect the ship's gunners or the Y-Wing squadrons will thank you later."
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Galaar Vhett
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Post by Galaar Vhett on Aug 18, 2023 23:30:37 GMT -8
The darn creatures sure didn't learn their lesson one bit. Despite many times being repulsed, skewered and blasted to bits, they still came back for more. And so, when they emerged from the darkness, ready to raid Jai'galaar once more, the war cry of the Mandalorians and Concord Dawn natives echoed into the starry sky above.
OOYYYYYAAAA!! OOYYYYYAAAAAA!!
'Let's Live! Let's hunt!' Just one phrase of the typical pre-battle chant of the Mandalorians of old. True, they weren't the Crusaders of Mandalore the Conqueror nor the Indomitable. They certainly weren't the Neo-Crusaders of Mandalore the Ultimate. There were certainly Supercommandos and Mandalorian Knights. But this wasn't so sort of aim for anything greater but to protect their homes and survive to the next day. Humans and Devaronians, which made up the population of the planet, took up arms even as civilians and would charge at night to keep their kids safe, their homes standing, and to see the planet restored to the peace it was before.
A crack was heard among the war cry as the first shot was fired. One of the poisonous critters had a hole blown right between its eyes. The smoking gun, from which the slug had been fired, was a Karpaki Fifty, a good sniper rifle that one of the Devaronians had in his possession. A prize from his military days. Except it wasn't fired by him, but rather the Legate himself, Galaar Fett, Alor of the Vhett. Setting the rifle down carefully, the Mandalorian nods the Devaronian who proceeds to take up his post with other snipers. Drawing his pistol, the Vhett leader nods forward.
Time to hunt!
He barks as jetpacks roared to life. A full platoon of jumptroopers flew into the sky as they headed for the frontlines where the citizens and warriors were already beginning to use both blaster and defensive guns upon the arriving raiders. Galaar needed this to end and end soon. His people were tired and hungry... their spirits would be broken by starvation and insomnia if they didn't end this.
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Belisarius Vilebroth
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Post by Belisarius Vilebroth on Apr 28, 2024 6:20:51 GMT -8
In a war of attrition, the cybernetically animated corpses had the advantage, their chimeric forms soaking up damage that would have felled an ordinary organic being or droid. A brilliant flurry of cascading tibanna bolts would put one down, only for the nanogene spore infected its husk to replicate and replenish its wounds with mechanical growth, allowing them to rise again and continue fighting. When the technobeasts fell upon brave but frightened soldiers and sank their plague ridden teeth into living flesh, their enemies rose up to join their ranks, providing what felt like an endless stream of cyborg ghouls for the defenders of the city to contend with. Only those struck down by pure beskar suffered the 'true' death, the sacred iron anathema to the nanogene spore that spread the techno-virus. Where Mandalorian iron met infected steel, silver flames erupted and viral wounds refused to repair.From the darkness of the woods, the Plague Knight watched the siege unfold and reconsidered his strategy as reinforcements arrived just in the nick of time to support the beleaguered settlement. Sparks spit from the rusting iron chin that kept Festerbile Bubonicus' rotting face from falling apart as the Sith iron clad sausage fingers of the Reaver stroked the plate considerately. Those jetpacks made the Mandalorians a difficult foe to contend with. They'd have to do something to even the playing field in their next attack, though for now he would have to make due with the forces currently provided to him. Right now the best option his abscess covered mind could come up with was to reveal his secret weapon and throw everything he had at one section of the wall, thus overwhelming the defenders with sheer numbers. Costly, but this assault had always been a distraction to begin with, a way to take the Mandalorian Assembly's T-visor hidden eyes off of what the Reaper Prime was really up to.Plucking a grease covered comlink from the fat mouldering belt strapped around his plate armour skirt, the Plague Knight held the device in front of his jiggling jowls and hutt wide maw, cracked lips splitting to expose diseased yellow teeth more akin to jagged spurs of bone. His voice was a revolting wet gurgle, croaked up from his bubbling phlegm filled throat. Bring up the Techno-Wyrm and prepare to reinforce its approach to the wall. A trail of diseased spittle oozed from the corner of his lips as he spat into the comlink, then returned it to his waist and hefted a large flanged mace buzzing with millions of microscopic nanogene spores that swarmed over the surface of its Sith iron head, holding it in a barbed gauntlet single handedly in an impressive display of physical strength. The Plague Knight snapped the sinew reigns of the infected ubese thorn-back war dragon between his tree-trunk thick legs, leaning back slightly in the saddle as he swung his ruinous mace to the front. "FORWARDS!"His voice carried across the night, harkening the forces of ruin under the diseased banner of the Reaper Prime, the Sith Virologist Belisarius Vilebroth. The very ground began to shake as something massive moved through the forest, hidden just beneath the tall canopy of trees that prevented Jai'galaar's defenders from intercepting the technobeast horde before it drew near. Emerging from the edge of the woods was a huge mechanical construct of industry, with churning drill teeth that snarled and a carcinogenic exhaust belching engine that growled as heavy tracks tore up the ground, bulldozing anything it didn't shred apart. Originally an abandoned Groundborer the Grave Wardens had found on the edge of civilized space, the Plague forces claimed the vehicle and gave it new life, infecting its circuits with the same nano-virus that transformed regular sentient beings into mindless drones. The barbaric circular drill teeth started to spin hazardously as the monstrous construction vehicle rolled towards the thick city walls, joined by a envigored mass of the cybernetically enhanced undead that rushed the eastern side of the settlement, pouring out of the forest in a flood of diseased cyborgs.Festerbile made an appearance, astride his menacing cyborg reptilian mount, following behind the Groundborer as it rumbled towards the wall. Riding higher than the mechanical mutants marching around him, the morbidly obese knight stood out, his very presence exuding a sickly malaise that offended the senses of anyone with the Force.
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Buf Fett
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Post by Buf Fett on May 3, 2024 22:27:29 GMT -8
Despite his promise to Fionnuala to remain aboard the Victores within its Galley, something had called out to Buf and urged the Chef to hook a ride down to the surface of Concord Dawn. But he had not been fully willing to so easily jump into the fighting, with the LAAT he had taken the journey down on having dropped him off safely within the confines of Jai'galaar. It had been quite some time since he last set foot upon his clans home world. By his own recollection it would have been just after he left the Mandalorian Knights and set out to become a Chef. Now, here he was, all those years later well on his way toward his dream and back upon familiar ground.
But what he had thought was merely an overwhelming homesickness, that should have subsided after landing, continued to pull him through the city. By the time the feeling finally subsided, Buf found himself standing upon the walls of the city looking out toward the forest. It felt like coming out of a daze as his head finally cleared. But that daze became a scene out of a nightmare as the massive Groundborer emerged from the treeline alongside a horde of Techno-beasts. Already the defenders on the wall beside him were starting to notice the new armed force that was about to assault their position, many staring in shocked amazement.
Time seemed to stand still as Buf glanced back at the city sitting safely behind the walls, filled with thousands if not millions of innocent civilians just trying to live their lives.
War was a cruel beast. It had taken a lot from the former Mandalorian Knight. He'd been forced to do things by people who sat safely back and commanded from their arm chairs. It had been why he had sworn himself from combat to a life of peace as a Chef. But a cruel beast did not care for what ever promises and oaths you swore. It was ugly and reared its head to taunt you.
"Peace is a lie... there is only death, destruction, and dominion"
Buf turned his focus back to the massive horde as the metal teeth of the Groundborer spun up, his hand instinctively unclipping the strap over his IB-94 blaster pistol. His head tilted forward for a moment as he whisperedForgive me Fee...He pulled the pistol clear of its holster and set his focus to the nearest defenderRAISE THE ALARM! CALL FOR BACKUP!The Clan Vhett seemed to snap out of his stupor at the barked command, nodding and stammering his "yes sir" and "immediately sir!" before firing off a flare and blasting the alert on the Comm Channel about the new front. Buf, meanwhile, launched himself off the top of the wall and floated down through the air toward the groundonce more... old friend... into the breach...He felt the flow of energy surrounding him in an instant, slowing his descent allowing him to safely land at the foot of the wall. His blaster pistol snapped up and fired several shots off at the closest Techno-beasts before Buf charged at the front line. He fired off several more shots before the Pistol disappeared back into its holster and was replaced by a two-handed lightsaber hilt. A long flat golden blade blazed to life which was swung around and into the closest attackers Buf got to. Shots were soon following from the wall as the defenders started to snap into action and try thin out the horde of beasts that were about to assault the wall
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