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Post by Whill Shaman Erevis on Apr 9, 2013 10:21:50 GMT -8
Ordo was mostly a barren desert planet, with some vegetation around its equator.
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Post by Cathaoir Ordo on Jul 18, 2013 19:45:57 GMT -8
It had been some time since the once proud Aliit'alor of the Mandalorian Clan Ordo had the Wild Space regions' planet, Adumar, a part of Ordo's territory as well as since tensions within the Mandalorian Empire had stirred to a climatic stage. Sure, some things changed . . . but there were just some things that could be counted on to stay the same. Circumstances that presented themselves now had minimalistic differences in comparison to some of which that had sprung to fruition in prior days, months, and/or years. Much was unknown to the now thirty-eight year old mandalorian. His once toned, scarred frame, now carried simple signs of pudginess and older age. His joints didn't move now as they once had some years prior. War and abuse had begun to ravage him, taking its toll on his body that now weakened.
This wasn't the most pleasing time in his life, but it seemed to be a stage he had hit when quite possibly, war was something he might have to leave behind rather than hinder the effectiveness of his fellow vode. Indeed, perhaps it was time for the young generation(s) to step forward. With such thoughts creeping evermore clearly into the focus of reality, decisions were going to have to be made. One . . . would he give into the weakness his body now showed him and concede from the lines of vode that might hammer down on adversaries that might loom before them? Or two . . . might he deny the existence of any such weakness and rejoin his vode on the blood-soaked ground for the glorious art of war? The second option would be the more preferable option as a Mandalorian with values and a certain reputation to withhold, but even then, nothing was for certain.
This was simply a decision that would be made at some point during the near future.
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Post by Cathaoir Ordo on Jul 25, 2014 13:39:30 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Jul 30, 2014 4:49:35 GMT -8
Conall laughed to himself at his father, and his Aliit'alor's, comment while he returned the embrace. Conall was a man more than six feet in height and weighing more than 200 pounds. His blonde hair was cut short and slightly wavy, carrying a look of not having been combed for a few days now. He had pale, blue eyes that complimented a fair complexion. He wore his beskar'gam, orange and grey plates over a black body suit. His helmet he carried in a hand, much like his father did.
=Conall Ordo= "I hate to disappoint about not leaving it in such mess you'd wished you'd died, instead of rising once more to your feet." Conall respond in a comfortable, joking manner. The man he spoke to was his Aliit'alor, but before that, Cathaoir was Conall's father. "But now, if I'm not mistaken, you have things to do away from this place. You've been out of it for a good long while not. It's best you see what the rest of the Mando'ade are doing."
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Post by Cathaoir Ordo on Jul 30, 2014 5:11:00 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Jun 11, 2017 14:36:45 GMT -8
Kad Ha'rangir, The Destroyer God, Bringer of Change and Growth. His favour was bestowed upon those Mandalorians that opposed Arasuum, The Sloth God, Bringer of Stagnation and Idleness...
Damocles set his foot down upon the desert sand. There was nothing around for miles but the sand dunes and his own ship, The Sword of Damocles. The hot desert air rattled his Khopesh blades in their sheathes as he moved clear of his ship. It had been some time since he had last set foot within the deserts of Ordo. Most of his younger life had been spent in the vegetation rich fields of the equator, or on other worlds. There were villages and pockets of civilization out in the desert, but Damocles had never had reason to visit them. Until now.
He had felt a calling, unlike any he had felt before. A voice beckoned to him from the desert. Calling him to its heart. While he had initially thought nothing of it, a priest of Kad Ha'rangir told him to seek the voice out. He had made no mention to the priest that he could hear the voice. And yet, the man knew of the calling. So, he had taken his ship and flown out here. Following the voice as it grew stronger. Until it had stopped.
Damocles knew of no real significance to this particular spot of his home world. It seemed as barren as any other part of the world. But there must have been something about it that he did not know. For why else would the voice have called him here. He walked several feet from where he had landed his ship, before stopping. It was here that he sat down, cross legged upon the sand. With nothing else to do, he bowed his head and prayed to Kad, asking for guidance
Damocles opened his eyes then. The sun was beating down upon him as he sat in the sand. He was back. But he could not rest. If what he had just seen was to be avoided, then he needed to move. He got up from the sand and made his way back to the Kom'rk-class fighter/transport. Thanks to his vision, he knew where he had to go. The engines of the ship started up, lifting it off the ground, before the wings swung down into position and propelled the craft forward and up into orbit
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Post by Vee H'rel on Oct 16, 2019 21:04:11 GMT -8
Vee carefully landed The Tracyn in Dock 3 of the tiny spaceport in the only real city on the planet. To call it a city was generous. It was more akin to a large outpost where Clan Ordo spent their time when they weren't being contracted as mercenaries and security, or going to war. It reminded Vee of Basalisk, except it was close to the equator, so at least some food could be grown and harvested from the barren planet.
Vee made a few hauls here before, but this was the first time she delivered bes'kar to Ordo. Unfortunately, it wasn't the first time she would have to stay put because of an incoming storm. The first time it happened she tried staying in a local "inn", but it was little more than barracks with the absolute bare necessities and very uncomfortable, even by mando standards. The storm was so bad, she was holed up there for 3 days straight. Ever since, she stayed in her ship if she had to stay overnight. She'd been lucky enough that this was only her 4th gig to Ordo. She always tried to give up her trips to the planet since it seemed like she always ran into a storm while there. A few members of the Clan were already approaching the ship when she lowered the gangplank. She nodded when they offered their customary greeting and responded in kind.
Sucuy, ner vod.
She wasn't fluent in mando'a, but she became better because of her work. She stuck to just mando clients now, and in only mando systems. Her utter mishap on Nar Hutta nearly a year ago made it unsafe to risk anything but. She vehemently pushed away thoughts of that incident as she approached one of the clansmen she worked with before.
<Hey Marc, how've you been?>
<Pretty good, Vee.> he said with a genuine smile as he handed off a small crate and paused to chat. <Bunch of us just got back from Lianna.>
<Anything good?>
Marc shrugged good-naturedly. <We did pretty well.>
Vee chuckled. <No need to be modest. About how long do you think I have before the storm hits? I was thinking I'd get a fresh cooked meal before hunkering down.>
Marc stared off into space in thought as Vee pulled a pack of cigs out of her pocket and offered one to him before taking one herself and propping it between full, pink lips.. <Eh...maybe an hour?>
Vee hunched over slightly and cupped her pale hand around her cig to light it. Her vibrant red-gold braid fell over her left shoulder with the movement. Eyes the color of an ocean flickered up to Marc as she lit his cig too. He nodded his thanks while Vee leaned back and took a long draw, then slowly exhaled as she pulled the cig away between her fingers. <I guess I'll have to be quick. Who's signing my papers this time?> She normally didn't smoke unless she was anxious, but the past year saw her breaking that rule more and more frequently. She started to prefer it to the terrible hangovers shed get from using alcohol to treat her issues. It was easier to pilot with cigs than the latter, especially since she flew alone now.
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Post by Damocles Ordo [RETIRED] on Oct 17, 2019 18:09:24 GMT -8
Marc pulled up the manifesto for the cargo, his finger running down the screen as it passed over the contents, before coming to rest beneath a name. A smile forming upon the man's face as he looked back up at Vee. Like most men, he was not immune to her beauty and charms. Always enjoying her visits here, even as infrequent as they were. He held the screen toward her then, his finger pointing at the name "Seems you have a rather important client today... Aliit'alor Damocles, better known as Mand'alor the Architect... He has an estate about 20 minutes outside the city. I'd sign this so you could hunker down for the storm. But... Well... I'd rather not lose my head if any of his bes'kar goes missing..." He motioned for Vee to follow him over to the landspeeder truck that the cargo had been loaded into. With a flick of his finger, directions were loaded into the speeder's nav system and a copy was sent to Vee's personal datapad "Follow the nav system and you'll be there in no time... Think you'll be ok?"
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Post by Vee H'rel on Oct 17, 2019 19:07:57 GMT -8
She resisted the urge to roll her eyes and sigh as she followed Marc to the speeder. The wind played with the stray strands of hair, nearly whipping them across her face. She could smell the storm brewing in the air as they exited the "spaceport". 20 minutes each way? He had to be kidding. She'd barely make it there and back with the incoming storm. She wanted that fresh meal before hunkering down, but her ship's rations and water would have to do. Maybe she could find some way to turn it into her favor and buy some good will from this new Aliit'alor and former Mandalor. That would come in handy, especially with the bounty on her head from the Hutts.
Half-used cig propped in her mouth, she pushed past Marc and plopped down in the driver's seat. Setting the datapad by her side, she slammed the door shut as Marc stepped back before she took one last draw of the cig and pitched the butt out the open window. She urged the speeder to life as she responded to his question. <Nah, I got this. Be safe in the storm, yeah?>
Marc offered similar sentiments, but Vee hardly heard him as she sped off. Left hand steering and right hand holding the datapad for directions, she pushed the speeder to go as quickly as it would. She passively noticed this estate was further towards the equator. 18 minutes later, she arrived. There were high walls spanning as far as she could see in either direction and a huge entrance that Vee assumed could allow a tank to pass if needed. The entrance wasn't gated, but had enormous doors. The only thing Vee could see outside the compound were domed roofs of a residence. Vee felt somewhat like the speeder and herself were no larger than the size of toys compared to the scope of the place.
She hopped nimbly out of the truck and ran as quickly as her long legs would take her to what looked like a communication pad by the entrance. She pressed the only button there she saw. A few seconds later, a holo of a protocol droid (a 3PX model, if she guessed correctly) appeared and spoke in mando'a.
<Please state your name and purpose.>
Hands on her hips, she slightly lowered her head and squinted her eyes to avoid the sand the wind was kicking up. She answered in Basic. Vee H'rel, I'm making a scheduled delivery of beskar to Damocles Ordo and I need him to sign for it.
There was a pause before the droid answered her, dropping the mando'a. One moment, Vee H'rel. Vee sighed with exasperation when the droid holo disappeared, then jumped slightly when it returned almost as quickly. Master Damocles will see you. Please enter and drive straight. The main estate will be directly in front of you. You may leave the cargo in your vehicle in front of the estate and enter.
Vee nodded, but 3PX was already gone. The entrance doors creaked as they quickly opened. By the time Vee was back in the truck, they had opened wide enough for her to speed through. Her mouth dropped slightly as she took in what was inside the compound. In the distance there were three large greenhouses made of what appeared to be thick glass and domed roofs. From her vantage, they appeared evenly spaced. Also in a distance, there was a long barn. Vee assumed it was such because she couldn't see the end of it. Directly in front of her, set back onto the property, was a large dwelling. Mansion might be the best word for it, but it was a simple industrial design with domed roofs, and windows with heavily-armored-looking shutters.
It took a couple minutes going full speed, but Vee finally made it around the wide, circular drive to the entrance. She grabbed her datapad before bouncing out of the truck and quickly trotting up wide, stone steps to the large french doors that served as the entrance. Before she could ring, another 3PX model opened the door and motioned for her to enter.
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Post by Damocles Ordo [RETIRED] on Oct 17, 2019 20:51:24 GMT -8
Hammer fall after hammer fall rung out in the air of the warehouse building where Damocles' workshop was located. The man was dressed in some simple clothes with a leather apron on as he moved the metal into shape, turning out a new blade for one of his customers. Stopping only when an alert from one of his 3PX droids alerted him to the arrival of a new guest. Damocles clamped the blade in a vice and placed the hammer down as he moved to the terminal nearby. Several panels of information showed up, but the most prominent of which was the camera feed from the front gate. A red golden haired beauty stood there before getting into her truck and driving in, the beskar he had ordered was loaded within.
He took a moment to take off his apron and the clothes, giving himself a quick wash before changing into a pair of jeans and a clean button up shirt. Managing to arrive to the main atrium of the house just as the 3PX butler droid showed Vee into the house. As he walked across the large open, but fairly spartan looking atrium, he had to admit that Vee looked far more beautiful in person. He came to a stop a few feet away as the droid closed the door behind Vee and made his way through a doorway deeper into the house Su'cuy ner'vod, It's a pleasure to welcome someone so beautiful to my home... But where are my manners... He stretched out his hand then for her to shake, as he offered up a warm smile Damocles Ordo...
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Post by Vee H'rel on Oct 17, 2019 21:32:39 GMT -8
Vee stopped just inside the doorway as she entered, barely having time to survey the atrium before a well-dressed man walked briskly from somewhere in the back of the house. He was at least as tall as she with dark hair and warm brown eyes. His face was lined, but she would tell it was from wear and not age. He was far better dressed and cleaner than most Mando men, which Vee found strange. She expected that less than she expected the compound. It seemed like he was hitting on her, but maybe he was simply being complimentary?
Taung had been wealthy also, but you would never know it by looking at him. When he and Vee first met upon Mandalore, she had no idea who he was. He was just another rugged, handsome mand'ad, save for the connection she immediately felt. It had nothing to do with an appearance of wealth or flattery. Taung was actually rather shy and quiet around women. He hadn't hit on her or even try to flirt with her. As they began to speak, it was as if something just clicked. They married a month later, at which time Vee discovered the extent of his finances and responsibility. She had never been comfortable with the extravagant lifestyle she was afforded from Taung's wealth, but it helped that Taung never acted like he had money.
At his introduction, Vee quickly swiped on her datapad to pull up Ordo's order form for him to sign. She placed the data pad directly into Damocle’s hand when he outstretched it.
<Thank you, Aliit'alor, I have your order form right here to sign.> She switched back to mando'a, motioning to the datapad now in his hand. <It's just saying you received your order and everything's good. Just sign that and I'll be on my way before this storm hits.>
As impressive as his residence was, she was still anxious to get back to her ship.
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Post by Damocles Ordo [RETIRED] on Oct 19, 2019 16:04:36 GMT -8
Where Damocles had been expecting her to shake his hand back, he quickly found it filled with the datapad. Causing him to shift his hand so as not to drop it. His gaze quickly scanning the information, sensing Vee's anxiety to be gone from here before the storm hit. He walked over to the nearest window then, his gaze lingering upon the gathering clouds overhead. He gaze the form his signature before walking back over to Vee and handed her the datapad back You're heading back to the spaceport right? Hmmm... And you only have that truck to make it back... He looked back outside again. Sensing a shift in something as he tried figuring out how long it would take to unload the truck before his guest could be back on the road again. He turned back toward Vee then, a concerned look starting to appear If you would like, you can ride out the storm here. There are a few spare bedrooms you could choose from if you so desire. I fear this storm will be upon us before you can make it back to town...
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Post by Vee H'rel on Oct 19, 2019 16:20:04 GMT -8
She made a noise that sounded like something between a growl and a sigh as she quickly stepped over to the window beside Damocles. Her eyes lingered where the Aliit'alor surveyed the darkened sky, before noticing there already was significantly more sand in the air than a few minutes ago. She supposed the compound was big enough for the both of them, but she really didn't feel like bunking with a stranger. After a few seconds of internally debating alternatives, she finally caved. Better to be here than stuck in a storm.
I appreciate your hospitality. she surrendered as she shifted her body and eyes towards him with another sigh. I promise to stay out of your way. Hopefully this storm won't last very long. She glanced back outside at the storm, as if by her sheer disappointment it would disappear. Alas, nothing had changed from 5 seconds prior. All that she saw besides the storm and sand were droids and one human male unloading the speeder truck. With another sigh, she turned back to Damocles with an outstretched hand. I can take that from you, if you like. she said, gesturing to the datapad.
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Post by Damocles Ordo [RETIRED] on Oct 19, 2019 17:27:36 GMT -8
Damocles could sense the disappointment in her almost immediately. Not that he could blame her, given the unfamiliar surroundings she was going to find herself in. He handed the datapad back to her then, all too aware of her glance back outside. Hoping the storm might turn away or pass quickly. He offered up a friendly smile then, shaking his head No worries, it's the least I can do, since you had to make the trek out here... And don't worry, this place is large enough that you will have the space you need. I promise not to intrude upon you... He gestured toward the dining room and the kitchen which sat off to the side of it Since we have some time, would you care for something to eat or drink? I do not have much, but there should be enough to last through the storm... I know the house looks large, but do not let it fool you. It has been in my families possession going back quite a few generations. I am just the latest caretaker of it...
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Post by Vee H'rel on Oct 19, 2019 18:51:16 GMT -8
Vee glanced where he motioned and nodded. Thanks, I appreciate it. But I don't want to inconvenience you. She could wait to see how long the storm lasted before eating his food. She thought it strange that he didn't have much in a compound this size, but if it was just him and the man outside, maybe that was why. She rocked back on the heels of her dragon-hide boots, trying not to feel awkward. I'm Vee, by the way.
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Post by Damocles Ordo [RETIRED] on Oct 19, 2019 22:09:45 GMT -8
Wouldn't be an inconvenience at all, I need a bit of a food break myself... He offered forth another smile as he gave a nod to the woman, starting to walk in the direction of the kitchen. The man outside, taking note of the weather, hopped into the cabin and drove the truck from its spot outside into the warehouse where everything was being moved to anyway. The doors closing as Damocles motioned Vee to follow Come on, I'm not going to bite... If nothing else, at least come and take a seat. You're making me nervous just watching you stand there... Storms like the one that were approaching were want to last some time, and Vee seemed stressed enough as is. He needed to take her mind of stressing about the scenario. He kept walking then, heading into the kitchen, assuming at this stage she would at least follow him into the dining room Tell me, Vee, what exactly is it that you do? Aside from delivering Bes'kar to an old man that lives in the middle of almost nowhere? You seem unusually anxious about these storms, and you don't seem to be of Ordo. After all, not many among my clan would be so hesitant to take refuge with their Aliit'alor...
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Post by Vee H'rel on Oct 20, 2019 15:11:55 GMT -8
Vee bristled a little at his comment as she followed him to the dining area. Judging from their limited interaction thus far, she supposed Ordo was the overly friendly type. His last comment hinted that he was offended that she wasn't jumping at the chance to stay with him. It annoyed her, but she also had to admit that he was being hospitable and maybe her irritation about being stuck was coming off as rude. I'm from Basalisk, so these kind of storms aren't unusual for me. I just don't like getting stuck when there's work to be done. And yes, I pretty much just do hauls.
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Post by Damocles Ordo [RETIRED] on Oct 20, 2019 19:59:50 GMT -8
He pulled a few utensils from some cupboards above a stove like area before retrieving some ingredients from a fridge and another cupboard. He started cooking the pair of steaks then, in case Vee decided that she would eat some of his food. He nodded, listening intently as she spoke Basilisk huh... Haven't ever been there before. It's a shame what the Basiliskans did to the world toward the end of the war... Actually, how did you come to live there? It's been a few thousand years, but the planet was still pretty poisoned and devoid of much civilization last I knew... He added a few things into the pan then, seasoning the meat and setting some side dish items to start cooking I can certainly understand the dislike of being stuck when there is work to do... I apologise for the inconvenience my delivery has caused you then... His words were solemn, and hew knew there was not much he could offer in the way of recompense for the delay she would have to endure as a result of it. His Beskar-Smithing work covered enough for the supplies needed and the expenses of maintaining his family estate. With little left over in the way of savings, most of that came from the mercenary work he picked up. But even that was short on income right now, given his recent return to the Assembly and taking up of the title of Aliit'alor
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Post by Vee H'rel on Oct 20, 2019 20:29:22 GMT -8
Vee perched upon one of the bar stools directly across from where Damocles was cooking. As he led her to the kitchen and dining area, she got to observe more of the home. While far larger than anything she experienced, it wasn’t showy or extravagant. It was more of a fortress than a mansion.
It’s because the planet is barren that I was there. she said simply, trying to find a comfortable position on the stool with her long legs. At 5’11, she was taller than most women, mando or not. At the sight of him pulling out and prepping some nerf steaks, her stomach silently rumbled. She already knew she would cave on the food. My parents were scientists and were studying how to heal the planet, so I was born and raised there. I stayed until I married.
She cleared her throat, feeling as if she was talking too much. Are you from here on Ordo? She figured he was, but she didn’t know what else to say.
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Post by Damocles Ordo [RETIRED] on Oct 21, 2019 20:36:17 GMT -8
Damocles moved his gaze between the steaks and Vee, keeping his focus between ensuring the steaks did not get overcooked and listening to the answers Vee gave. A smile forming as she spoke of her parents being scientists that were trying to cure Basilisk of the plague that had consumed it. He cut up some vegetables and dropped half of them into a pot, while placing the other half into the pan with the steaks A classic love story if ever I heard one... He placed the knife and chopping board to the side as Vee seemed to clear her throat. He moved over to the fridge then, grabbing out a bottle of a relatively light ale. Grabbing a couple mugs, he filled them both and placed one in front of Vee Ordo born and raised... Spent most of my life as a beskar-smith, forging armour and weapons for my Clan... But that changed about a few years ago... He took a swig of his ale then, letting the cool liquid wash down his throat. He placed the mug down and started turning the steaks as he dribbled a little of the ale across the meat to enrich the flavor I've been gone for a while, traveling the stars much like yourself more recently... But it was time to come home for a little bit. It reminds you of what is important in life...
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