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Sept 6, 2021 8:43:24 GMT -8
Post by Mandy on Sept 6, 2021 8:43:24 GMT -8
[ Mandy | Keldabe Medical Center | keldabe | Mandalore ] Attn: Damocles Ordo [RETIRED] She felt the same way as Mandy did. This realization did very little to reduce the pain. But there was a simultaneous comfort in knowing that she was not completely alone. She was frowning as she tried to sort all her feelings out. It was hard enough with Markas' help, without him, she didn't know what was the first thing to do. His last command was too vague. She needed a mission. An assignment. She understood that. It was within constricted and precise parameters.
Ascalon said that Mandy loved Markas, as did she, and that was the main source of her pain now. It was...inconvenient. She did not like the feeling.<< I do not...like it. It is...it makes me non-functional. I... >>She was having difficulty articulating her thoughts. Her body was tired and even with the Bacta speeding things along, her body abruptly felt drained, and she felt shamed once more.<< Wh-what is my...my...missionnn... >> She knew nothing else after that. Blackness claiming her thoughts.
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Post by Damocles Ordo [RETIRED] on Sept 17, 2021 6:42:10 GMT -8
Ascalon pressed her hand against the glass as Mandy's grip seemed to loosen. She wanted to reach out and embrace the young girl, but the fact she was currently suspended in a tank of Bacta made that difficult. Instead she made a mental note to give Mandy a hug later and reassure her that everything was going to be ok. For now, she felt a great deal of pity for Mandy. The girl seemed somewhat incapable of properly processing her emotions. As Mandy slowly drifted back to sleep, Ascalon smiled and rested her forehead against the tank
Rest, ad'ika...
Ascalon pushed off the glass and reclaimed her seat she had previously been occupying to continue her vigil until Mandy recovered once more or was moved from the Bacta tank
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Oct 27, 2021 22:39:08 GMT -8
Post by Kaine Australis on Oct 27, 2021 22:39:08 GMT -8
As Alor of an entire Clan of millions, and ranking Field Marshal of the Vegemite Enclave, the demands on Kaine's time were many. As with his adventuring, he always made time for the tasks he felt were important, delegating to his subordinates wherever he could to clear time for the important work. Today's visit to a Mandalorian school was one of those tasks. Raising the next generation of Mando'ade was a duty shared by all Mandalorians, and Kaine tried his best to make time to speak to the young, and answer their questions.
We have a guest today. Alor Australis has generously offered his time to speak with you all.
Kaine sat down in front of a class of around thirty mando children, aged between six and thirteen, in a schoolhouse in Keldabe. He had removed his helmet upon entering, letting the kids see his face, scars and all. He had intended to talk generally about the importance of the culture, but a young voice piped up, pointing at the darksaber hanging from Kaine's belt.
Is that the Darksaber? Kaine smiled at the youth's lack of propriety. The teacher tried to shush the young one, but the Alor waved off the apologetic teacher. He was used to beings who didn't stand on ceremony.
Yes. A symbol of leadership among our people.
Does that mean you're the Mand'alor? The child's question was pertinent, even if he was pushing his luck with the teacher. Kaine didn't mind. Kids learned by asking questions.
No. The darksaber is just a symbol. The holder can challenge for leadership of the Clans, but that challenge is a choice. I have had my turn at leading the Clans, so I hold the weapon now in trust for a warrior who may come to take it up in the future. Dral'Marev is our Mand'alor and he leads the Clans.
Kaine smiled, seeing the youth had run out of questions. Perhaps encouraged by the first youth, another spoke up.
Can you tell us how you fought the Vongese? Shab, thought Kaine, out of the mouths of babes. The mention of the Vong in the voice of such a young child brought him back decades to the day he'd fought that very enemy, only a short distance from where he sat today, on a battlefield the Mando'ade called the plain of bones; a place you could still find remains, Mando and Vongese, sticking up from the ground.
So, you want to hear a story about the Yuuzhan Vong, eh? Very well. I will tell you about when the Vongese came to Manda'yaim.
Kaine closed his eyes for a moment, thinking back to age seventeen, already a seasoned veteran of the war, having survived from the early battles at Ithor and in the Tingel Arm, through the long and punishing campaign as the enemy pushed toward and into the Core Worlds. Mandalore had outwardly allied themselves with the Yuuzhan Vong, at the order of then Mand'alor; the legendary Boba Fett. When the Vong had discovered the Mandalorians' duplicity, their revenge had been devastating.
You see, every generation or so, an enemy will come with the aim of wiping out the Mando'ade. In generations past, that might have been Sith, or Jedi, Empire or Republic. Many tried, but none quite succeeded. For my generation, that enemy was the Yuuzhan Vong.
About fourty three years ago, the enemy came to our world. They came with massive bombs, which carved out great holes in the surface of our planet. They poisoned our world with their biocreations. They threw their best warriors into combat with us, intending to kill every last man, woman, and child on Mandalore.
Kaine imagined he could smell the rotting stench of that battlefield. The breathing masks the vode wore had never quite been able to keep the sickly smell of the Vongese poisons out, even if they kept out the nasties. The stink of death was always present, with constant fighting, there was no time to bury the dead.
We fought back hard. They brought in giant monsters, we threw in our tanks. They hit us with their artillery, we blasted them back with ours. We armed everyone who could hold a weapon, and the entire population of Mandalore was mobilized. Whole families went to war, with blasters, rockets, and for a lot of the fighting, up close, hand to hand, right in the face of the enemy's warriors. Ugly chakaare, they were too.
The kids giggled a little at the adult swearing, but most of them were enraptured in the story. Kaine smiled at their innocent laughter, though their teacher grimaced.
Anyway, they were scum, but they fought hard. Naasad Mirci't. No prisoners. Total war. Us or them. On that battle on the plain outside Keldabe, the Yuuzhan Vong's unstoppable war machine met Mandalorian steel and stopped cold. We knew that capture meant slavery or worse, and we didn't give ground. So many Mandalorians fell in that fight, that we figured later we'd lost one out of every three.
Kaine looked around the room. Imagine if ten of you were dead, and half the rest were wounded. That's how badly we were hurt. But we held them. In that whole war, the only planet the Vongese invaded and failed to take was Mandalore. Sore losers, they bombed us even harder when they pulled out. But we killed so many of their warriors we didn't have any way to bury them. We fought them harder than they could handle, and we won.
That's why Mandalorians survive. Our culture always survives. We fight, and we keep fighting, and we fight as hard as we can taking the war beyond our enemy's capacity to fight.
By this point, even the teacher had been drawn in by the story. Kaine realized he'd been talking for a while, and stopped to take a drink from his flask. The kids were looking at one another, and Kaine figured he'd gotten his message across. He shared a look and a nod with the teacher.
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Nov 4, 2021 16:54:52 GMT -8
Post by Bey Kahn on Nov 4, 2021 16:54:52 GMT -8
After descending through the atmosphere and arranging a landing permit with one of the landing ports in Keldabe, the fairwind style transport 'Lack of Faith II' set down within the city at landing bay thirteen. The ewok pilot Chestnut guided the ship in on repulsors and engaged the landing gear, touching down on the tarmac with graceful ease. The vessel was about as pristine as it had been in a long time thanks to some much needed repairs at Juvex, though it was still an unusual sight given its wooden hull and massive boar figurehead on the prow. Boarding planks were lowered and the crew began to make preparations to resupply. A combination of buck toothed tynnans, fuzzy ewoks, and snot nosed gamorreans worked together to move repulsor sleds and come up with supply manifests. As for the captain, Bey Kahn descended the main plank, putting two sandal wrapped feet on the planet of his adopted father for the very first time. He was garbed in his typical fashion: a loose pair of greasy trousers, a stained sleeveless tunic, and a thick smiths apron over his prodigious gut.
He had left his birth father's vibro-lance, the soul-possessed polearm his people dubbed the 'Pale Spear', back in his quarters aboard the ship. Instead his adopted father's smithing hammer was hanging from a loop on his thick buckled belt. The old boar wasn't planning on doing any trade work, but for some reason it felt right to carry it given where he was. It was more than just a familiar token of family, it was a part of his cultural heritage, not of blood but of one extended to him by the late Sloan Skirata.
"Cap'n!" Called Chestnut as he raced after the gamorrean smith on two short fluffy legs. He stopped when he caught up to him, bending at the waste briefly to catch his breath. When he was able to he continued speaking. "You want any of the crew to accompany you into town? I know a few of the lads could do with a pint, or twelve."
Bey brought his right ham like hand under his chin and rubbed at his jowls with two fingers as thick as sausage links. After a moment he replied, squealing and snorting. The droid head on his hip translated.
Tell the boys they are welcome to some shore leave, but I'll be hitting the pub on my own for now. Harpooning that space slug has left me awfully parched, and if your rambunctious lot comes with there won't be enough to slake my thirst. He reached into his apron and withdrew a small pouch of credit chips, then deposited it in the ewok's furry paws. Take em somewhere nice. Rancor steaks and cigars, Chestnut. And all the grog their little livers can handle, eh?
Chestnut frowned dolefully and nodded. "Aye, Cap'n. As it pleases ya." He didn't like splitting up, but he understood the reason behind it, which had little to do with drinking. This was a second home to the gamorrean, a home he knew little about and had never been to before. He needed a chance to explore it in earnest without a bunch of wild tagalongs.
Leaving the landing bay, the old boar headed for the pub.
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Nov 20, 2021 11:03:41 GMT -8
Post by Mandy on Nov 20, 2021 11:03:41 GMT -8
[ Mandy | Keldabe Medical Center | keldabe | Mandalore ] Attn: Damocles Ordo [RETIRED] “Ain't that somethin'...” said Markas, watching as instead of using her jet pack or grappling hook, Mandy simply vaulted the entire height of the fifty foot wall. She glanced at the man, but with his helmet on, she couldn't tell what his expression was. Sensing his emotions really told her very little. All she knew was he wasn't angry or irritated with her for using the Force the way she just did.“Dank farrik, kid,” he shook his head and chuckled lightly, “ya got a face like stone most times, ya know that?”The truth was, Mandy rather liked listening to Markas talk. He rarely made sense right away, but she found she did not miss the verbal and physical abuse that she used to be heaped with. And it boggled her mind when she did something and he was impressed instead of annoyed or dissatisfied with her performance.“Well, we got a job, and it's simple enough. Justa bunch of periphery pirates, 'bout fifteen or so.” He checked his weapons and held two blasters ready, “Reckon the scumbags would quake in their boots if they saw you with your lightsaber. What do ya think?”She responded by igniting her lightsaber blade as commanded, and he nodded.“Attagirl. Let's go.”As he leapt down, she followed behind, and when she hit the ground, she awoke from the dream. There was a faint beeping noise as the Bacta tank announced the completion of her healing cycle, and she felt the lid above open, so she swam weakly towards the top and pulled herself out.
She was hit with the cold air and made a horrible mistake of gasping. She made a strangled cry as the pain in her chest shocked her. She sought out her belongings and found her breathing apparatus not too far away. Landing on the ground with a soft wet plop, she stumbled over to put on the breathing mask first. Finally able to draw a more bearable breath, she calmed down a bit more and glanced around, relatively unconcerned about her state of undress.
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Post by Damocles Ordo [RETIRED] on Dec 3, 2021 2:15:39 GMT -8
Ascalon had not moved much from her seat opposite the Bacta Tank. She had dozed off at some point, her dreams drawing her to reminisce about a memory from several years prior which she had spent with Markas. His sudden death had definitely made her realize just how much had been left unsaid and undone while he had still been alive. But she also knew that no matter what she might have done differently, his path would have always taken him from her. She just had to take heart in the knowledge that he had lived his best life.
Her sleep was suddenly interrupted by the hissing sound of the Bacta Tank opening, which was soon followed by a wet plopping sound as something dropped to the ground. She shifted in her seat before her eyes opened and came into focus. A few moments she was pushed up onto her feet, thankful for the fact that the door to the private room was closed as she stared at the nearly undressed Mandy
Morning sleepy head...
Ascalon moved about the room and collected a gown which she draped over Mandy's shoulders to cover her up. She worked deftly to tie up the straps to avoid the garment slipping off by accident
Decided to stick around in the land of the living huh?
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Dec 8, 2021 19:12:18 GMT -8
Post by Mandy on Dec 8, 2021 19:12:18 GMT -8
[ Mandy | Keldabe Medical Center | keldabe | Mandalore ] Attn: Damocles Ordo [RETIRED] Mandy started slightly when Ascalon greeted her, and for a moment, she remembered how Markas greeted her in a similar manner. Maybe all Mandalorians talked like that? Or it was just these two. Her interactions were quite limited even when she'd been with Markas, as she preferred to minimize her social interactions to what was absolutely necessary and nothing more.
She didn't move a muscle or react any when the woman draped a simple gown over her body and she let Ascalon finish securing the straps of the gown. It...felt nice? She wasn't sure what the experience was. But she frowned when the woman commented on her decision to stick with the living. Why wouldn't she? She had a duty. Not a mission, but a duty would suffice for now.
“I must...bury...my father,” said Mandy, “it is...it is the way.”
She lowered her gaze, “I do not know...what to do...after.”
Even with the breathing mask, Mandy clearly had trouble breathing properly, resulting in her very stilted speech patterns.
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Post by Damocles Ordo [RETIRED] on Dec 19, 2021 21:43:43 GMT -8
Ascalon went about her work covering Mandy up, at least to keep prying eyes from looking where they should not. Once done, she took a step back to give Mandy some space. She wanted to mother the young girl, knowing what she was going through right now. But she also did not want to crowd her too much. Mandy would need time to process the loss. At the mention of her duty being to bury her father, Ascalon nodded her head
This is the way... After wards, we can meet with the aliit'alor of Ordo. After that... well... Maybe we can pick up where Markas left off...
She offered up a slight smile then. In the days that Mandy had been healing, her Clansfolk had gone through Markas' ship and pulled all of the data for Ascalon to examine. He had been quite busy in the years since he'd left Mandalore. His death now meant that a vacuum was forming that would need to be filled, lest those lower on the chain grew stronger to fill it
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Dec 21, 2021 22:03:47 GMT -8
Post by Mandy on Dec 21, 2021 22:03:47 GMT -8
[ Mandy | Keldabe Medical Center | keldabe | Mandalore ] Attn: Damocles Ordo [RETIRED] “It ain't an easy walk,” said Markas, studying the battered Mandy, “but it's a good and worthy walk. The way of the Mandalorians ain't for the weak or lazy, if that's what you want, you need to take a different path.”
The young girl considered what he was telling her. It was something she understood, and was in many ways far easier than what she was already used to with the Jedi Order, which Markas insisted was not Jedi, not from what he knew about them. If anything, her particular organization seemed far worse than even some Sith. Which was mind-boggling to both individuals, and was often subject to a stilted debate, which often left Markas contemplating hunting down her so called Jedi and dealing with them. For Mandy, she'd just tilt her head and look at him in confusion, wondering why he felt angry, but not at her.
“I go...where...you go,” was all Mandy said, and put on her belt and strapped her lightsaber to her hip.
“Attagirl.”
She looked at Ascalon, and she slowly moved closer, then hesitantly reached out to hug the other woman. “Markas...said...people hug. I never knew...until I met him.”
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Post by Damocles Ordo [RETIRED] on Dec 22, 2021 0:56:33 GMT -8
Ascalon watched Mandy curiously as the girl looked up before moving closer and hesitantly reached out her arms. She smiled back down at Mandy and gently pulled her closer. One arm wrapped around Mandy's shoulders, while her other hand came to rest on the girl's head, holding her securely
We do it to keep those we care about close, to fill the voids they leave when they're far... Come ad'ika, let us go lay Markas to rest, ok?
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Dec 29, 2021 1:37:28 GMT -8
Post by Mandy on Dec 29, 2021 1:37:28 GMT -8
[ Mandy | Keldabe Medical Center | keldabe | Mandalore ] Attn: Damocles Ordo [RETIRED] Nodding at the suggestion, Mandy finished dressing, fitting the bracers, the only things made of Beskar, and followed Ascalon out of the Medical Center. From there they went to the burial grounds. There were a number of armoured Mandalorians lined up on either side of the corridor leading out, prompting a frown from the diminutive teen. Just how important was Markas?
Everything she remembered him telling her over the years seemed to hint that he was a man of little import or significance in any way, according to his own testimony and opinion. Yet, from what she knew of Mandalorian burial rites, there was little to no pomp, ceremony, or attendance by all but those closest to the departed. There was usually a mass grave with no marks to indicate the buried.
But as she trailed solemnly behind Ascalon, she realized that six warriors were carrying an ornate casket.
At last, Mandy asked the woman ahead of her, “Who...was Markas Yedron...to everyone else?”
“I am one of the whole,” she remembered Markas saying to her once.
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Post by Damocles Ordo [RETIRED] on Jan 1, 2022 21:12:43 GMT -8
Mandalorians were typically a practical people. To that end, their ships were generally numbered instead of being named, and most of their dead were committed to mass graves without headstones. However, while it was common for mass graves to be the standard, there existed exceptional circumstances to these rites. Mandalorians of note were given their own burial plot with a headstone to commemorate their acts. And as far as Clan Ordo was concerned, Markas was one such member. Something that Ascalon was grateful for. He had proven his worth, even if he had considered himself an outcast
He was vode... Markas was a humble man ad'ika. But his actions spoke much louder than his words...
She wrapped her arm around Mandy then, drawing the young girl into a side hug as they followed the procession
Damocles and 5 members of Absolution Company shouldered the casket and carried it through the Ordo Burial Grounds. Ascalon had called upon him to come to Mandalore and review the files recovered from Markas' ship. He knew how she felt about him, but he also knew she was smarter than to think her feelings would sway him. Having said that, if the files had not been convincing, he would have granted her permission to bury Markas herself. Instead though, the man's deeds had well spoken for themself. So much so that Damocles had gotten involved. Ordo deserved heroes and role models like Markas. When they arrived to the spot, they set Markas' casket down while the group of Ordo's gathered around in a group. Damocles then stood at the head of them all
Ner'vod, we have gathered to lay to rest a great warrior. His spirit resides now in Manda... Kad Ha'rangir greets him warmly... Are there any who wish to share anything about Markas?
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Jan 27, 2022 15:17:13 GMT -8
Post by Mandy on Jan 27, 2022 15:17:13 GMT -8
[ Mandy | Keldabe Medical Center | keldabe | Mandalore ] Attn: Damocles Ordo [RETIRED] “It's a tough life, kid,” said Markas, “but it's a good one. A worthy one.”
They had been running around together for over a year by then, and now they were lying under the stars of yet another world, just enjoying the cool night air. Though her lungs burned, she risked it anyway, so that Mandy could taste the sweet air just once. Even as she listened to the armoured man delivering a simple eulogy. Her lips and chin trembled, against her will, and she felt tears streaking hot trails down her cheeks. She fell back into the memory.
“I have...seen...people live different lives.” said Mandy, frowning slightly, and she heard Markas turning to look at her, “Are they...all...not worthy?”
Markas laughed, “Course they're worthy, kid. There's many kinds of lives worth living, and they're good ones. A farmer's a good life. A hunter's a good life, a warrior is a good life. What've I been teaching you?”
“To...fight?” offered the teenager.
“Heh,” Markas turned look back up at the sky, “more'n that. Anybody c'n fight. But we ain't just showin' up to fight other people's problems. We're showin' them a life they can have too. And more'n that, we're showin' two things: Hope. And the Will, to act. To do, and to live in a way that's right by your neighbour, and yourself.”
He tilted his head once again, to gaze at the girl he had named daughter in all but blood. “Kid, it's important you understan', life's always gonna have ups and downs, and nothin' is certain. An' sometimes, the challenges and cost to life is gonna be right unbearable. But as long as you're drawin' breath, no matter how painful, you gotta stay true to what you believe in. To be the Mandalore that our people deserve. This is the way.”
Mandy frowned. She'd heard that quote many times from Markas before, and also the mention of Mandalore. “Are you...Mandalore?”
Markas barked a laugh and pillowed the back of his head with his right arm, “Not even close, kid, and not ever likely. I'm just a common man flying around the galaxy with a girl, picking fights.”
Mandy looked up, back in the present, even as she remembered his last words that night, “But I wouldn't trade this life for anything else. Ever.”
Wiping at the tears irritably, she rasped, “I will...I would like...to speak.”
The man looked important, and Mandy suspected either he or Ascalon may give her new directives. A mission...hopefully. But for now, she wanted to honour her father. So she took measured steps forward, then turned to face the small crowd, “I...was born Aoife Qal-Dragoran, but was named Mandy by Markas Yedron. He is...my father.”
She raised her arms in front of her to chest level, “He made these...vambraces...for me. Out of Beskar. He...loved life...cherished it...and he loved battle.”
She heard someone quietly cough out the word, “Understatement!” But she didn't pay it any heed. “He...he...I wish...he did not die...”
Her voice faltered, and she struggled to continue, as new tears flowed once again, “But he...died in the way...he desired, and took...known pirates...with him. He said: This...is the way.”
She did not know what else to say, but as she gazed at the casket. She was not ready to bid goodbye, but she said it nonetheless. “Good bye...Mar...father.”
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Post by Damocles Ordo [RETIRED] on Mar 1, 2022 14:26:41 GMT -8
There was a chorus of "this is the way" across the gathered group as Mandy said her goodbyes. The casket was lowered into the ground, a quick and final salute being given before the crowd started to disperse. Most of those within Clan Ordo upon Mandalore were mercenaries or training with other groups within the Assembly. With their brother laid to rest, they now had to get back to their daily lives and work. Ascalon took he thinning crowd as an opportunity to move behind Mandy and give her a reassuring squeeze of her shoulders
Damocles stood silently, waiting as the last of the crowd disappeared and the workers began filling in the hole. There was a great deal of work to be done, but first he needed to deal with the most immediate problem of what to do with Mandy. The girl was of Clan Ordo due to Markas, but with the man gone Damocles wasn't just about to send her off on her own. He moved closer to Mandy and Ascalon then and continued to oversee the workers
Su cuy'gar Mandy. I am Damocles, aliit'alor of Ordo. Ascalon has told me a bit about you, let me be the first to officially welcome you to the Clan...
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May 2, 2022 20:54:56 GMT -8
Post by Harini Bralor on May 2, 2022 20:54:56 GMT -8
After setting down at the Keldabe spaceport and arranging for her light freighter to be refueled and undergo routine maintenance, Malin had ventured into the city itself. Malin's namesake had spoken of the city many times, but it is one thing to hear of a place, and another entirely to experience it firsthand.
Her leisurely wandering around the city to see its sights, hear its sounds and gain a feel for it eventually leads Malin to Chortav Meshurkaane, and after she has perused the wares available in a few of the shops, she decides to give her feet a rest, taking a seat at table at an outdoor tapcaf and ordering a bowl of gi dumpling soup and a mug of Behot shig. As she enjoys her meal, watching the comings and goings along the street, Malin ponders where she will go next. Her namesake was a bounty hunter, and sometime mercenary for hire, and as Malin intends to carry on in her place, she turns her gaze towards the end of the street opening onto a paved, outdoor square leading to the Oyu'baat, which seems a likely enough place to find work when the time comes to seek it out.
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Post by Galaar Vhett on May 20, 2022 23:51:27 GMT -8
Vera FettHarini BralorTrue to his word, as the skiffs of the MDC returned from Norg Bral, the Legate had, in tow, Harini and those of her squad that were on Mandalore. As several of the skiffs veered off to drop off their cargo, the one carrying Galaar went off towards the spaceport where his personal vessel awaited him. Of course, they had to pass through a few military checkpoints given that the Starstalker was located in the MDC's policed area of the port in Keldabe.
Managing through them, with ease, Alor Fett dismounted from the skiff as they arrived at the main section of the port controlled by the Defense Corps. A number of armed and unarmed transports, freighters, and even starfighters of planetary squadrons were landed at this location. Securing his helmet upon his head once more, the Fett turned to Harini as they headed for where his ship was.Welcome to Section Sigma. Heart of oncoming and outgoing traffic for the Mandalorian Defense Corps.All around them, there was a buzz of endless activity. Crates of weapons and armor being unloaded or prepared for departure, soldiers coming and going, even the humming and roaring of Canderous-class assault tanks could be heard at the far end of the port's section. The Legate ran a tight shift and wanted everyone contributing to it. As they walked towards where his ship was parked, Galaar looks to their left at what his men and women were doing.Ship should be refueled by now. We can get you and your squad to Obroa-skai in no time, Harini.
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Post by Harini Bralor on May 21, 2022 0:43:46 GMT -8
Following along behind or beside Galaar, Harini and her squadmates, Kesnia and Abiageal, glance around curiously, or in Abiageal's case focus intently on her custom built datapad, at the bustling activity going on around them as they listen to him welcome then to Section Sigma. Ksenia, who hadn’t said anything at all during the trip from Norg Bral, continues to remain silent now as they make their way to Galaar's ship.
Impressive, Harini says, her interest, naturally enough given her love of starships and flying them, primarily occupied by the various vessels berthed or being refueled or repaired around them
Abiageal, her buy'ce hanging from a sling on her belt so she can blow gum bubbles as she piddles on her datapad, working on improving some of her hacking programs, looks up briefly to check out the goings on around them, pops a gum bubble, then nods and says, "Yep," before returning her attention to her datapad.
Harini smiles gratefully when Galaar says they will be getting underway shortly, Great! We really appreciate this, Galaar.
Abiageal, blowing a gum bubble and popping it, nods without looking up from her datapad, agreeing cheerfully, "Yep."
Breaking her silence at last, Ksenia asks, So, what kind of senaar * are we taking?
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Keldabe
May 21, 2022 6:08:28 GMT -8
Post by Amaranth Australis on May 21, 2022 6:08:28 GMT -8
One of the few benefits of high intelligence rank was the ability to go where you wanted, when you wanted, in complete privacy. Amy had always valued her privacy, as a child growing up alone, surrounded by death and terror, alone was the only time she had been safe, and she had been alone very little. Now, she found the solace and quiet to be important relaxation time, between the adrenaline rush of her work.
She lifted from Keldabe in her Cabur-class stealth bomber, she'd seen no need to name it, and rose into the night sky.
As an intelligence operative she used many different identities. She could be Amaranth Australis whenever and wherever she wanted, but it was often efficient and pleasant to go among her fellow Mando'ade as someone else. For example, Major Amaranth Australis would be noted boarding her brother's ship. Lieutenant Yira Australis, bomber pilot, was one more name and serial number among hundreds.
Cloaked in anonymity, and clad in a pilot's jumpsuit, Amaranth navigated into Mandalore's orbit, and moved off to dock with the crimson-painted cruiser. She intended to catch a ride to Myrkr with her brother and surprise him there.
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Vera Fett
The Mandalorian Assembly
Keep your face always toward the sunshine - and shadows will fall behind you.
Posts: 62
Affiliation: Mandalorian Protectors
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Post by Vera Fett on May 21, 2022 10:58:49 GMT -8
Breaking her silence at last, Ksenia asks, So, what kind of senaar * are we taking?
* bird This one! Vera called out, poking her head up from the top of the Star Stalker. She had been busying herself fine tuning the systems on Galaar's ship while she waited for him to return. Just finished up, good timing as always, alor! Vera temporarily disappeared back to work on top of the Lancer-class craft. She reckoned her tune up would save Galaar a good bit of fuel in the long run. Soon she had climbed down from her perch and would approach the group of with Galaar. Hi! I'm Vera of clan Fett. And who are you? She held out a hand in greeting but noticed how filthy it was with grease and withdrew it to wipe off on the coveralls she was currently in and then offered it again. |
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Galaar Vhett
The Mandalorian Assembly
Posts: 356
Affiliation: Mandalorian Assembly
Traffic Light: Green
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Post by Galaar Vhett on May 21, 2022 16:33:06 GMT -8
Vera FettHarini BralorGalaar had barely a chance to answer when the voice of Vera Fett spoke up from his nearby vessel. The Legate turns to see her coming outside of his craft, likely tuning something. Vera always had a desire to tinker and toy with machinery and technology. Some of the Mandaloran Assembly's newer vessels were even designed by her. Once she joined them, Galaar thumbs at the Lancer-class behind them.To answer your question, Ksenia, that.The Mandalorian then gestures to Vera.Vera, this is Harini, Ksenia, and Abiageal. We will be giving them a lift to Obroa-skai to join up with their partners. Beats them having to try to bargain for a passage to the Inner Rim territories.Galaar then looks at his ship before glancing at Vera.What exactly did you tune up on the Star Stalker?
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