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Post by Harini Bralor on May 21, 2022 20:27:45 GMT -8
Harini and Ksenia are walking over to admire the ship Galaar points out to Ksenia in answer to her question about which vessel they will be taking when Vera pops her head out, leaving only Abi in a position to see her, so she greets Vera with a wave before the other woman pops out of sight before reappearing outside of the ship a moment later to introduce herself.
Galaar answers Vera's question about who they are for them, so each simply indicates who they are as he names them.
Harini sketches a salute, Ksenia waves, and Abi winks and points an index finger at Vera while popping a gum bubble.
When Vera offers her hand for a shake, Abi steps up and shakes it first, cheerfully saying, "Charmed, babe!"
Ksenia is next to shake, ::It's very nice to meet you, vod.::
Harini shakes last, saying, Jate at ganar gar ti mhi! *
*Good to have you with us
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Post by Galaar Vhett on May 24, 2022 17:47:08 GMT -8
Galaar walks over to check the fuel cells before motioning to the four women.
Come on! Let's dust off!
With a sharp whistle from the Legate, an astromech droid rounds the corner, followed by an HK-50 model. These two were among those who had once assisted Galaar in his old hunts. The HK-50 model immediately turns and proceeds onto the craft itself while the R8-series droid rolls over to Fett.
Eight, put in coordinates for Obroa-skai.
The droid whistles and proceeds to roll onto the Starstalker. Motioning to the four once more, Galaar heads onto his vessel, heading for the cockpit where Eight was heard putting in coordinates and warming up the craft for take off. Trip would be a bit cramped, but it was a quick flight to Obroa-skai, a drop off, then back to Mandalore. Easiest job there was in the galaxy.
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Post by Harini Bralor on May 24, 2022 19:49:51 GMT -8
Ori'jate! * Harini says when Galaar says they are ready to set out, following him and his astromech, Eight, up the boarding ramp and then following them forward to the cockpit. Dropping into the seat behind the pilot's chair, Harini watches Eight and Galaar preparing for liftoff, keeping quiet so as not to disturb them.
Abiageal, blowing a gum bubble as her fingers fly over her datapad, follows Harini and the others up the ramp, but turns down the first portside corridor forward of the entry ramp to enter the ship's common area, where she removes her Z-6 jetpack and then plops down on the sofa and lays back, all the while tapping away on her datapad and blowing or popping gum bubbles.
Ksenia, looking over to Vera and nodding towards the entry ramp, asks, :: Tion tsikala?:: ** before she, too, heads up the entry ramp and then follows Abi into the common area, shaking her black chin length hair after removing her buy'ce and setting her jetpak in one of the chairs around the table before sitting down in the one beside it.
* Excellent!
** Ready?
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Galaar Vhett
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Post by Galaar Vhett on May 24, 2022 20:38:35 GMT -8
Galaar began keying up the Starstalker for take off. A quick message to the section's security for clearance was met with the green light. The Legate keyed a few more buttons, causing the craft to begin lifting up. Within seconds, it turned slightly to face the hangar bay entry then zoomed out of Keldabe. It then veered upright and headed into orbit where it would make the jump for Obroa-skai... and a series of unfortunate events.
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Vera Fett
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Post by Vera Fett on May 26, 2022 7:16:50 GMT -8
Galaar then looks at his ship before glancing at Vera.What exactly did you tune up on the Star Stalker? Oh, just cleaning and readjusting the fuel valves. Should keep your from needing to refuel quite so often. Vera explained as she loaded up onto the ship. She was currently more curious about the new folks they had picked up. The young woman wondered to herself about what kind of people they could be? Were they more protectors? Bounty Hunters? But for now she needed to get cleaned up. Well, if you all will excuse me, I'm going to change back into my armor and wash off this grease! Vera made her way to the refresher to do just that. |
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Post by Mandy on May 29, 2022 15:18:45 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 workersSu 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... Mandy glanced up at Damocles, and bowed her head slightly. Her mind was still reeling, and she felt like falling back on some older practices from her days training with the Jedi...or Sith, based on what she'd learned in recent times about the opposing faction of the true Order. But for the sake of honouring Markas, she refrained, and did her best to focus her mind and thoughts on the present.
“Su cuy...and, thank you.” Mandy pressed a palm to her chest, this emotional distress coupled with her permanent injuries to her lungs was causing more discomfort and pain than usual, “I would like to know...what is...my mission?”
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Post by Damocles Ordo [RETIRED] on May 29, 2022 19:56:01 GMT -8
He bowed his head in return as she thanked him and asked what her mission was. He knew Ascalon was eager to take over the duties Markas had been fulfilling prior to his death. But such adventures would have to wait, for he had another mission vital to Clan Ordo for her to attend to
To grow stronger and learn more of your people... Markas was a great man, and I suspect he would want you to become stronger before you go off and resume the work he was doing. There are a lot of different things that make one a Mandalorian. I'd like you to train with the various Clan's, so you can learn how they fight and how they think. What do you think?
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Mandy
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Post by Mandy on Jun 5, 2022 17:54:23 GMT -8
[ Mandy | Keldabe Burial Grounds | keldabe | Mandalore ] Attn: Damocles Ordo [RETIRED] A long term mission. Mandy nodded silently. She could do this. She would learn all about the Clans if that was what they wanted her to do. She could almost see Markas smiling at her and saying, “Attagirl!”
She removed her breathing mask after taking a long breath, “I will...do...as you ask.”
Replacing the mask after speaking, she paced her breathing, drawing on the Force to ease her pain and discomfort, as it was starting to get to be too much. She also considered Damocles' words again. “Which...clan...should I start...with?”
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Post by Damocles Ordo [RETIRED] on Jun 6, 2022 15:50:31 GMT -8
He was glad she was receptive of the idea. The last thing Damocles wanted to do was send an unprepared teen out into the Galaxy and watch her easily get killed
Clan Bralor have been good allies to the Ordo. Ascalon will take you to Norg Bral to deliver you to them to begin your training. Good luck...
Damocles slid his helmet on and made his way out of the cemetery and head to his local base of operations to begin planning his next move
Ascalon was not terribly happy with the decision, but Damocles was her Aliit'alot. So she would follow his orders as he gave Mandy's shoulders a reassuring squeeze. Reassurance that she, herself, did not feel
Well... You heard him... Let me know when you're ready to go...
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Otto Von Bralor
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Post by Otto Von Bralor on Sept 23, 2022 14:42:25 GMT -8
Arriving at the capital, Otto's pilot droid RX-66 set the Endowed Hawk-bat down at a nearby space port. By the time the Class 720 freighter had landed on the tarmac, he was armed and ready to go, taking his bucket in hand and sliding it over his gruesome features. The cadmium green suit of replica Mandalorian not only concealed his face, but also his cybernetic augmentations. First the Rot had taken his right arm, then both his legs. If Belisarius didn't come up with his miracle cure soon there wouldn't be enough left of Otto to save. A hiss of air sounded as his helmet sealed in place. Hearing a rattle, he tightened the clasp holding his chain and vibro-sickle in place on his belt so the links wouldn't shake. As RX-66 powered down the engines, the obedient droid also lowered the ramp. Otto made for the exit, grabbing a brown poncho he threw over his armour as he walked down the ramp.
After negotiating a rate with the local port master, he left his ship behind and headed into the city. Through the T-visor of his helmet, he observed the day to day life of Keldabe. One among many, he blended in with the wide variety of clans on display by a multi-spectrum of colours and design. One thing they all seemed to share was the signature visor shape. He nodded his helm occasionally at those he passed, feeling an awkward sense of belonging he had never felt walking the cobblestone streets of the City of Eye.
There had always been a prevailing sense of fear and awe from the hannites that served the Order. To them he had been one of the demi-gods from the black temple, a son of the renowned weapons-smith and direct servant to the High Council that lorded over all the land and its people. He had reveled in it of course, enjoying the way they cowered and quivered when in his presence, as though he were special. But not to the High Lords, and never to his father. He remembered those eyes, full of cruelty and spite. It wasn't pride his father had seen in his bastard son; it was always disappointment.
His left hand, his real hand, clenched tightly as the rage bubbled inside of him. Kriff Ballz Bralor and kriff that whole bloody Order of the Eye. He had a new brotherhood now, shared with a peer that actually respected his genius and appreciated his work. Otto swore he wouldn't let Belisarius down. He would complete his mission, no matter the cost. Fortunately a morale dilemma was not the disease he was afflicted with. After a few blocks he found what he was looking for: a repository of knowledge known as a library.
A little known secret to outsiders, but even Mandalorians liked to read. Well, those that could.
Otto entered the rectangular shaped three floor building and got to work.
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Post by Mandy on Oct 4, 2022 9:02:50 GMT -8
He was glad she was receptive of the idea. The last thing Damocles wanted to do was send an unprepared teen out into the Galaxy and watch her easily get killedClan Bralor have been good allies to the Ordo. Ascalon will take you to Norg Bral to deliver you to them to begin your training. Good luck... Damocles slid his helmet on and made his way out of the cemetery and head to his local base of operations to begin planning his next move
Ascalon was not terribly happy with the decision, but Damocles was her Aliit'alot. So she would follow his orders as he gave Mandy's shoulders a reassuring squeeze. Reassurance that she, herself, did not feelWell... You heard him... Let me know when you're ready to go... Mandy paused and squinted at Ascalon wonderingly. She'd reached out through the Force to sense the feelings of the people she'd been conversing with. Something she'd learnt from her former master to ascertain intents. Damocles had seemed glad at her accepting nature. But he was perhaps quite rushed in his thoughts on the matter.
Ascalon however...
“Why...are you...unhappy?” asked the girl. Her voice sounded metallic behind the breathing mask and voice enhancer.
She glanced over at Damocles' retreating back.
“You are troubled.”
She said this in a flat tone, not giving room for denial.
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Post by Damocles Ordo [RETIRED] on Feb 4, 2023 14:41:32 GMT -8
Ascalon cursed the Force and its wielders ability to see through to those feelings that laid underneath the thin veneers most people wore. Even in as short a time as they had spent together, she had grown attached to Mandy. Most likely as a result of the young girl being the last link she would share with Markas now that he was gone. She slid her arms forward, wrapping them around Mandy's chest and giving her a gentle hug
Because I will miss you ad'ika... Your training will take some time to complete and I suspect Damocles has work for me to do which will keep me away from visiting... But you are strong ner'vod, even if you do not perhaps believe it, and that is what I will miss... We should get going and deliver you to Norg Bral...
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Post by Mandy on Apr 12, 2023 12:56:58 GMT -8
[ Mandy | Keldabe Burial Grounds | keldabe | Mandalore ] Attn: Damocles Ordo [RETIRED] Mandy glanced down momentarily at the arms wrapped around her. She liked hugs, but it still surprised her when she received them. Markas realized early on how starved she was for affection. She never could adequately express herself properly. Years and years of training to be almost a machine left her bereft of a proper understanding on what it was to be human. To feel, without fear of repercussions and punishments.
And being missed by someone she'd essentially just met, that was another thing she didn't know what to do about. The woman was kindly, and caring, and honestly, she would like her to be around. It was like...having a mother or a big sister.
“It's a wonderful feeling, kid,” said Markas, “having a family that cares for you. I've seen my share of big families.”
Mandy remembered how he chuckled to himself as he remembered something amusing.
“No such thing as a perfect family, but no matter what fights or disagreements they might have with each other, at the end of the day, you know you're loved, and you love them.”
Family...
“...I...will miss you...too.”
She abruptly wrapped her hands around the woman, returning her hug, perhaps more eagerly. She looked at a passing Mandalorian, and abruptly asked, “I...want a...jet pack. Someday.”
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Keldabe
Apr 16, 2023 18:15:41 GMT -8
Post by Damocles Ordo [RETIRED] on Apr 16, 2023 18:15:41 GMT -8
Ascalon was a little caught off guard as Mandy returned the hug while stating she would miss her. Ascalon smiled before turning her attention to the passing Mandalorian, a hand reaching up to rest on Mandy's headMaybe once you're older...Breaking the hug, she lead the way to a waiting landspeeder, with Ascalon jumping into the drivers seat. She waited until Mandy had loaded up before heading off to Norg Bral
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Otto Von Bralor
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Post by Otto Von Bralor on Apr 23, 2023 5:45:04 GMT -8
After returning to the Endowed Hawkbat, Otto entered the cockpit and took a seat in cracked leather seat of the co-pilots chair. The cursed weaponsmith leaned back as RX-66, the pilot droid, raised the Class 720 freighter in the air and sped off towards the West.
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Post by Blubba the Fatt on Oct 20, 2023 17:33:43 GMT -8
A sleek avian raptor of a ship descended into a landing pad at the Keldabe spaceport, its repulsors kicking up a gust of wind before struts extended from the underside of the nimble HWK-290 light freighter, scraping the tarmac as the vessel settled in on the ground. Blubba flipped the last of the toggles on the dash, turning off the engines and putting his old family freighter into sleep mode as he prepared for his journey to the Oyu'baat. Keldabe, and the Oyu'baat especially, were like a second home to Hutt turned Mandalorian. When he was here he felt connected to his father, well, adoptive father. His blood father had been a notorious Hutt gangster from the mean streets of Nar Shaddaa, whose life of violence and crime eventually caught up to him, leaving an infant Blubba alone in the galaxy. Not for long though. The same Mandalorian that had put a smoke carbon scorched blaster hole in the Hutts father had adopted him as his own son, raising Blubba in the Mandalorian ways. That was...what? 500 years ago? Longer? It had been so long he barely remembered. Course, that could also be from the tihaar he regularly imbibed. Blubba liked his drink and his cup was rarely empty. He slithered around in the cramped cockpit and exited via the back ramp, casually strolling across the open landing bay he had rented. Reaching into one of the waist pockets of his strained belt, the Hutt found his key-fob for the ship and engaged the locks.
Anyone attempting to slice their way in to his precious freighter would be in for a nasty surprise. There was a bucket of slime sitting precariously over the inner hatch, just waiting to douse anyone foolish enough to try their luck.
His armour, which originally belonged to his father, hardly fit his bulky slug form. The helmet was several sizes too small, for instance, forcing Blubba to strap the damn bucket to his head with a length of rope under his neck rolls like a chin strap. Not one to waste time when there was drinking to be done, the bounty hunter for hire made his way to the local watering hole.
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Otto Von Bralor
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Post by Otto Von Bralor on Jun 29, 2024 9:20:34 GMT -8
Even in the dead hours of night where the sun retreated completely, Keldabe was still a happening place, with Mandalorians drinking themselves insensible at all hours. But, as it was extremely early Monday morning and most Mandos had work once the sun crept up over the horizon, nearly all sane folks at this time were dead asleep. So it was that there was no one around to spy the crisscross patterned durasteel cap of a manhole cover lift out of a circular depression in the alleyway street. Emerging from the sewer depths was what looked like any other Mandalorian, covered from head to toe in form fitted armour, with a head encased in a bucket with a signature T-visor common across the planet. Only, this was no Mandalorian...His name was Ibram Lok, and once, he had been of Pzob. Born among the Pzobian covert under the nefarious master weaponsmith, Ballz Bralor, Ibram was raised in the warrior tradition of the Mordolorians. Eventually that covert came under the leadership of Ballz's son, Otto Von Bralor, who had led them when the covert took up the call for war and joined the Famine Lord on a decade long black crusade beyond the edges of civilized space. When the Famine Lord and his apprentice Belisarius Vilebroth had a falling out, Otto threw in his support for the Sith Virologist with whom he had a long formed friendship, thus deciding the course of the Pzobian covert's destiny. Like every other citizen of the former rakatan colony of blighted Xeraxus, Ibram had been infected with a deadly darkside manifested disease that was slowly consuming the last of his flesh. Eventually it would kill him and his warrior brothers, or it would have, until the Reaper Prime's attack on Obroa-Skai. The attack by the plague forces there had allowed Belisarius to acquire the knowledge he needed to refine the nanogene spore into a cure for their ailment. This improved version of the technobeast virus allowed those infected to retain some semblance of their former sentience, or at least that had been the theory. The results were questionable, if Otto's transformation were any indication, following the destruction of Norgal-dûr. The Mordolorian's leader had been forcefully injected with the improved virus by fellow Mordolorian Commander Vitrius after being defeated by a member of Clan Bralor in battle. It had saved Otto's life, but the transformation had been...intense.Ibram shook his helmet from side to side as he pulled himself out of the sewer, rising to stand in the alleyway as rain sluiced off his dark grey armour, briefly highlighted by a flash of lightning that crackled from black storm clouds overhead. An auspicious sign. A filthy brown pauncho covered his chest and backplate, draping down to his knees. Close inspection would easily determine the armour he wore was no true beskar iron, but rather alchemized Sith steel, its corruption a clear counter to the Mandalorian iron's pure origins. Ribbed hoses snaked away from connection ports at the base of his helmet, pumping a potent cocktail of chemicals and combat stimulants into the Mordolorian's diseased lungs. He inhaled the heady mixture, hacking up phlegm and sputum until his insides became numb to his pained existence. He rested the palms of his gloves on a pair of Renegade heavy blaster pistols holstered on either side of his hips, with well worn handles, flicking open the straps securing them in place. Glancing up at the sky one last time, the Mordolorian lowered his gaze and exited the alley.In the quiet hours of the night, Ibram Lok headed for the Oyu'baat, carrying with him a message...
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