Kylarn Fett
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Post by Kylarn Fett on Mar 7, 2016 13:21:34 GMT -8
Ky looks to the two that sit before him, the question had come as a surprise, instead of answering right away he instead takes another drink and thinks for a moment concerning the two before him. After yet another drink he nods as the keep brings another bottle of Tihaar.
"I am Kylarn Fett, my brother was Mand'alor many years ago. Cassus. I followed in his steps for a brief time, and I left shortly there after. Spending the last fifteen years working bounties, making a living the ways less noticeable. Forgive me for speaking Basic, my mando'a has not been something I have used in years." Ky nodded again to the keep who glanced over at the mention of his clan name with a raised eyebrow. Ky took a drink and looked to the pair once more, fingers grasped tight on the short glass that was nearly empty, his eyes flicked to the liquid inside around the glass, pondering his words.
"I have returned to Mandalore to see a state of my people...." Pausing he looked back to the pair and narrowed his eyes. "They are not what they once were. No leader. Little ambition. These things need to change. Even if it means we die trying."
Lifting the bottle of Tihaar from the table Ky filled all of the glasses at the table. A comm chatter came through his buy'ce, the man looked to the arm of his beskar'gam to read through the information he had received. Concord Dawn would be welcoming, he hoped. But still there were things hidden that needed to be found.
"Is there a contractor in the area? I could only assume that you have been working. Since you both hold yourselves like soldiers." Ky smirked as he took a drink from the glass and placed it back on the table. After a moment he looked them both over, knowing he would either insight some sort of companionship here, or some form of hatred. "By all means, drink up. I have plenty of time."
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Post by Kaden Rook on Mar 7, 2016 15:35:22 GMT -8
Just outside the Oyu'baat stood Kaden, A normal sized human male by most standards, His armor making him look slightly bigger than he actually was, armor he had worn for many years, armor that had been and was his only safe place. But now standing back in front of this watering hole and back on his home world he felt he had found another place he could feel safe someplace he did not necessarily have to look over his shoulder . Kaden smiled as he took off his helm and looked over the establishment he had not visited for sometime.
" Oyu'baat ," as he said it, it still sounded strange in his mouth an head, he had used his native tongue very little over the course of his career as a merc. His grin grew even bigger as he felt the familiarity of the word and his experiences flood over him. " Good to be back," he muttered to himself as he made his way inside. Looking towards the bar and giving a slight nod to those that looked his way. HE moved in spoke to the bar tender and ordered a drink, paid and moved his way towards the back to a seat. Kaden grunted as he maneuvered his body into the seat and placed his helm on the table in front of him. He laughed to himself as it he realized out of habit he sat with a perfect view of the room and the entrance, and his back to the wall. "Even at home I'm on my guard," he shook his head still with the grin still plastered on his face and took a long pull of the drink he had ordered. It was smooth, hints of different spices and some kind of fruit. He shrugged satisfied and sat the glass down in front of him as he scanned the room looking for familiar faces.
Kaden loved the Mandalorian life. He was raised in it and surrounded by it until a few years ago, when he started selling his skills and knowledge of various things out to the galaxy. His work as a Mercenary took him a long way from home, doing various jobs for many different types of people and organizations. Working for freedom fighters, pirates, military, and various governments all over the system, as a hired gun or training fighters in survival techniques or hand to hand combat. Even done a brief stint as a Bounty Hunter, however his skills were more so suited for soldier work.
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Post by Galaar Vhett on Mar 7, 2016 18:37:55 GMT -8
It had been some years since the Mandalorian had ventured once more to Mandalore. A sudden yearning, which flared to life over the planet of Basilisk, made the Fett return to the homeworld of his ancestors. Not since the days of his swornbrother had Hokaar come to Mandalore Space and once more landed upon its sacred ground. Despite his homeworld being Dxun, this was where his blood truly belonged. Yet something had made him leave long ago and it wasn't till now that the Mandalorian decided it was best to return. His crew, majority Mandalorians themselves, also desired some R & R to see their families and see what was happening back within Mandalorian Space. As a captain, Hokaar gave his men leave and would land upon the surface alone.
It was the sight of the Oyu'baat that drew him in to find a drink and something to eat. He removed his helmet, setting it upon the counter as the middle-aged Fett took a seat at the bar. Hokaar would wave down the bartender and order his usual; a glass of Kri'gee with Gihaal. Gihaal was a traditional meal that the Fett's mother always made; it was her specialty. The meal reminded him of the jungle world of Dxun, and to have a Gihaal after so many months aboard his ship was what he needed.
As his food and drink were brought, Hokaar turned his attention to those present; Mandalorian citizens, bounty hunters, mercenaries, captains and commanders... there were all sorts of characters in the Oyu'baat daily. He was just among the many old and new faces. Ever since leaving Dxun, and the resignation of his swornbrother, a former Manda'lor, Hokaar kept to a modest living as a gun for hire and beast hunter. If he wasn't shooting the competition for credits, he was bringing down some vicious animal for credits or to be displayed upon his ship as trophies. It was a good living, given the pay, but sitting here among brothers and sisters of Mandalore was something that money could never buy.
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Kylarn Fett
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Post by Kylarn Fett on Mar 8, 2016 1:44:53 GMT -8
Ky looked away from the pair that had seated themselves with him for a moment as two more entered the room, half drunk he stood from the table and yelled at them to join the group already. The bartender brought another bottle of Tihaar as Kylarn fitted two tables together, leaving plenty of seating for all of them.
Hours had passed, one of the attendants had taken orders for food. All Ky could get out of his mouth at that point was, "Uj, lots of Uj." Oh the wonders of drinking Tihaar, so sweet and lovely, but if you've had enough, it'll make it's way back out in a not so sweet fashion.
Looking the men over was sobering, one seemed familiar, perhaps he had seen him off world, or perhaps he had a distinct reminder of Cassus in him. He wasnt sure at the moment but it would all pan out to be knowledge in the long run. Hours had passed and transmissions had werred on his HUD inside the buy'ce that rested now in a paint room somewhere since the barkeep had done what was asked and taken Ky's beskar'gam to the usual paint booth they used moons ago. Black, he had said to the keep, old man wants black.
"I think I've had enough Tihaar tonight." Ky placed the glass down on the table and looked over the gathered vode. Some faces he thought he recognized, but he was certain none would know him. But he did hope they would listen and make a show of it if they so desired. Leaning back against the wall Ky looked them all over, getting ready to speak as he passed through the thoughts in his mind, still feeling the Tihaar as the keep brought over kaff and uj cake. Enough for everyone that would be seated, plus more for after if they wanted. Cost of the night slipped into his thoughts, shaking it off he shook his head and smirked. Looking to them before he spoke, lingering on each one for a moment.
"I want to see if any of you want to work. I have four tasks. They need done and within the week. I can make sure you get paid, but it depends on which task you take, which amount you get." Ky smirked as he pulled a cup of kaff towards him and took in the smell with a long whiff. Taking a sip he felt around for the Uj cake and took a bite as well before he spoke again, looking over the brim of the cup at the assembled group.
"To be honest, there is a bit of leg work needing done and I feel like a hunt is in store. I want to stretch my legs just as much as the rest of you, but some things need tending to first. I hear there is a war brewing. Any ideas on what that means for us?" Leaning back with his cup of kaff and uj he smirked, waiting for responses to gauge them.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 9, 2016 15:36:09 GMT -8
Other than an enigmatic look exchanged between himself and Raicheal, Faelan has no discernible reaction to the revelation of Kylarn's identity or past; while some might judge Kylarn harshly based on whatever light they cast upon the Mando's actions due to their interpretations of his motivations, Faelan is old enough to have learned that it is best to reserve judgement until one has all of the facts, and has also come to believe that dwelling on the past is often a waste of time and energy best put to other uses. Some of Faelan's thoughts may be gleaned from his posture, which remains at ease, and his expression, which has no condemnation in it to be found, and the fact that he simply remains seated and takes a drink without feeling the need to comment may be the most telling of all.
Though he is not one to waste words, Faelan's agreement with Kylarn's observations of the present state of their people, and the need for some change to be brought about even if the cost to be paid might be high is so genuine and strong that, after Kylarn has spoken, he lifts his glass and says heartily, "Gar serim (Yes, you're right)!" in such a way that makes it plain that he has had such thoughts himself, and the steely look that enters his eyes should make it evident that he would gladly pay whatever price might need to be paid to see their people grow strong and proud once more.
Tipping his glass in a toast towards Kylarn, the suggestion of an amused half smile on his lips to confirm that Kylarn has correctly surmised that he and Raicheal are soldiers of fortune, Faelan takes a drink and is about to answer the question that had followed Kylarn's observation, but before he is able to do so the Mando, clearly beginning to be affected by the impressive amount of drink he would seem to have indulged in, is somewhat amusingly yelling for others to join them and ordering Uj, lots of Uj.
When the conversation turns to work to be done, and then of a possible war brewing, Faelan leans forward intently, hands folded together beneath his chin, and says, "War is said to be pleasing to Kad Ha'rangir, for it often inspires change and growth and is death to the idleness and stagnation beloved by Arasuum. It could be that this brewing war is an opportunity for the Mando'ade to change as you have observed they need to, a chance for our people to grow stronger."
Faelan takes a drink after speaking more than he typically does, and then asks, "What of this work you need done? Tell me which of the four tasks needs doing most, he says resolutely, notably not speaking of credits at all, and I will see it done."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 9, 2016 16:42:45 GMT -8
Making her way to one of the two curved bars in the center of the Oyu'baat, Neassa sets her buy'ce on the counter after ordering a mug of ne'tra gal. Looking at the current bounties listed on the holodisplay behind the bar as she waits for her ale, Neassa makes mental note of a few that she might consider pursing. Sliding the credits across the bar to cover her ale and a tip, Neassa turns, leaning against the bar rather than sitting as she takes a drink of her ale and watches the activity going on around her for a moment before, when a Mando in tan beskar'gam invites others to join the small group assembled near him, curious as to what the gathering is discussing, she takes her drink in one hand and, tucking her buy'ce beneath her other arm, moves towards the two tables the Mando had pushed together.
Standing at a mere 5'4, her long brown hair currently bound in a tight bun at the base of her neck, Neassa's well-maintained but battle scarred beskar'gam is black and red and the weathered half-shelter cape she wears attached to her right pauldron is grey. "Bal'ban," * Neassa agrees emphatically after a Mando in black and green beskar'gam speaks of the war that many have surmised is brewing and gathering on the future's horizon like an oncoming storm as an opportunity for the Mando'ade to cast aside the spiritual malaise that has settled over many.
The way the Mando who appears to have inspired the gathering speaks strikes a chord within Neassa, as it seems to have done with others, which she attributes to the fact the Mando has not only voiced thoughts many have had, but also seems to be attempting to engender change for the better. Interested to learn whether or not her suspicions are correct, Neassa decides to see what the jobs the Mando speaks of are, in order to gauge whether or not the work seems intent on bettering the Mando'ade, and so she asks, "Me'copaani nari?" **
* Indeed
** What do you want done?
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Post by Kaden Rook on Mar 9, 2016 17:37:35 GMT -8
The crowd was growing larger as Kaden drained the rest of his drink and slid out of the seat he was occupying. Still smiling he grabbed his Buy'ce and glass then headed back to the bar, just as the invitation to gather was spoken by the man seated with many already.
Making his way to the bar and ordering his drink he leaned against the bar as he watched more gather. When his drink was poured he thanked the bartender paid and made his way over to the group. As he neared he heard more of what was being said. Talks of war and the current state of his people. Kaden agreed but kept himself quiet, only nodding in agreement.
Kaden placed his helm on the table. near the group and sat.Looking around he began to notice the others Beskar'gam, noting the colors as he did, as well as wondering what stories the signs of battle on each held. Kaden's own was painted in accordance to his personality, Orange, for his lust for life, also blue trim, denoting his reliability as a brother in arms.
Life as a mercenary was running thin but the growing tension between factions throughout the galaxy, promised hefty sums of money. However It was also a chance for his people to make a name for themselves again. To show that the Manadlorian people were the best trained and battle hardened culture in the known Galaxy.
"I would like to hear these tasks as well."
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Post by Galaar Vhett on Mar 9, 2016 20:10:14 GMT -8
Hokaar would glance over at a group of Mandalorians who were giving their attention to a rather familiar figure. He downed his drink to help the Mandalorian focus a bit more before, within the deep recesses of his memory, the Fett realized he was staring at one of his kin from the days of Cassus Fett. Hokaar barely recognized the more aged Mandalorian as, back then, the hunter was a much younger and rash male. Seeing that this figure was once more among the Mandalorians, he would set aside his half-finished soup, leave some credits on the table and venture over to those gathered.
Helmet tucked under his armpit, Hokaar would maneuver through his fellow Mandalorians to get closer to where Kylarn was. There was the mention of work and pay, enough to bring any within earshot closer to the Fett. Hokaar himself was interested not only because of the benefits, but the fact that Kylarn was back among the Mandalorians. The mercenary would make his way to the front of those present and notice people chime in, stating their interest and curiosity at what was at hand. Without even the slightest hesitation, Hokaar would add his voice to those speaking.
Tell us the tasks, ner'vod! Let's hear what you got planned for us.
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Post by Abdel Ordo on Mar 9, 2016 20:22:33 GMT -8
*Abdel looks up at the Oyu'baat, peering through the hud of his helmet. His red and green armour hadn't seen much for battle, and had a limited amount of scarring to it, and had markings that would clearly identify him as Clan Ordo. He sighs deeply before he walks inside, he looks around again before he finds a place to sit down. He'd not been here before, having not left Ordo since he'd been dropped off there by his mother. He reaches up and removed his helmet and setting it down. He took a deep breath and looked around again, running a hand through his short spiky silver hair. Though his hair was all silver, his face and features were of that of young man. He did not want to interrupt any of the conversation so he kept silent unless he was addressed specifically.*
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Post by Kylarn Fett on Mar 10, 2016 4:33:38 GMT -8
The crowd grew larger, Kylarn smiled at the gathering of his comrades and nodded his approval toward all of them as he lifted the short glass of Tihaar and took a drink. They were eager to hear the tasks, and this was pleasing, it meant they had a lust for the coming days. Something struck a chord in them to pursue the future of their people. This was a good sign. Ky noted the silence of some, the eagerness of others and of course the clan markings. Another Fett, of course there had to be some left.
"If any of you know the contractors in the Mid Rim, seek them out. Concord Dawn is my home planet, my homestead will be yours to work with." Ky looked to the aged man for a moment, he had spoken first, wanting the most challenging of tasks. "One of us needs to reach out to the Imperials, see if they will bid on a Mando'ade force for their upcoming war."
Looking to the younger female, in red and black beskar'gam Ky smirked as he remembered the younger females he had sparred with when he was her age, she resembled toughness and seemed very stalwart. "Perhaps you would like to see if the Rebels want to make a bid also?" A smirk drifted across his face before he continued to speak.
"I've learned some things while I was away, and training is the major task. I have something I want all of us to take part in. But, first we need ships. A fleet. Cassus had a fleet here, and now I assume it has been spread to the far regions of the galaxy. The only ship worth finding is the dreadnaught. There are files on that ship that will give us intel concerning the factions of note. These are highly important."
Ky smirked as the uj cake was brought to the table, he took a small piece and left the rest in the center for everyone to partake. Looking up to the new face near the bar he nodded and waved the man over, clear marking of Clan Ordo on his beskar'gam. "Don't be shy ner'vod. The uj is free." Laughing he looked around the gathered group and continued on.
"Once we have determined if the sides of the war will make bids, we can discuss whether we will take part." Pausing for another drink he emptied the glass. Picking up the bottle, aged to perfection, and poured another glass as the keep brought another bottle for the gathered voden. "If it is unanimous, we fight. If not. Council needs be made."
He looked once more around the group as he continued to speak, short glass in his hand, wafting the clear liquor around.
"I will not see any of you in harms way, who ever chooses to speak to the factions need not go alone. Ensure that a comm is sent, and then arrange a meeting at a neutral location. I am not your leader, so I will let all of you decide who does what. As long as it is agreed upon by the group. I also will listen to you all as to where I should go."
Smirking he took another drink and waited, silently letting them discuss among themselves.
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Post by Galaar Vhett on Mar 10, 2016 7:00:48 GMT -8
Hokaar listened to the tasks at hand; a war was certainly within the galaxy, brewing beneath the surface. Only weeks ago, the Republic was dismantled and the Jedi have remained silent throughout the whole ordeal. Then there were rumors... his last stop at the planet Nar Shaddaa brought him contact with travelling persons who brought word of Imperial activity within the northern quadrant of the Outer Rim. Sounded serious from what they said, yet no one knew who was behind this. The Mandalorian placed a bet in his mind that these Imperials probably knew what was going on here though.
Yet his focus was upon the mention of his swornbrother's fleet, the former Manda'lor, Cassus Fett. He remembered being aboard that fleet a number of times before acquiring his own ship to utilize. The memory was as clear as crystal, noting every ship's model that made up the late Manda'lor's fleet. If anything, Hokaar, as a hunter, would find this task suited for him. And thus, he chimed in once more.
I will gladly search out for the dreadnaught used by Cassus Fett, Kylarn. You and I both know that we were connected to Cassus Fett as family, as true and loyal brothers to him. As a hunter, I can find the trail with what intel there is on that ship and find her for Mandalore. I must also state that we should look to shipyards near us, shipyards that are un-aligned and have been left neglected by the Republic and under the power of system governments. They can help us build more ships.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 10, 2016 14:04:15 GMT -8
Nodding decisively to express his acceptance of the undertaking he has been offered when Kylarn explains that he would have Faelan seek out an Imperial leader to discuss the possibility of a Mando'ade force being hired to aid them in whatever military campaigns their organization might have planned, Faelan then listens to the other tasks Kylarn has in mind, a small smile surfacing on the corner of his lips when he understands the scope of Kylarn's vision and the possibilities that could be opened to the Mando'ade should that vision come to pass.
Once another of the tasks has found a willing undertaker, Faelan, feeling that some additional details had best be discussed prior to his upcoming journey so that he leaves as prepared as he can be to act on behalf of his people, asks Kylarn, "How large a force of Mando'ade should I tell the Imperials we can offer to their cause should they meet our price? For that matter, what price should be set on the acquisition of our services?"
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Post by Abdel Ordo on Mar 10, 2016 15:14:20 GMT -8
*Abdel noticed Kylarn's wave, and grabbing his helmet, and moving over to an empty spot at the table Kylarn sat at. He looked around, not recognizing anyone he knew, not that he knew many Mandalorians not from Ordo. He nods repectfully towards Kylarn as he sits into the chair. He reaches out to eagerly grab an uj.*
Vor'e.(Thanks)
*Abdel listened attentively, he was young, and these people obviously knew alot more about what was going on in the galaxy then he did himself. He especially paid attention when Cassus name was thrown about, having heard a great deal about him. Looking at these people, most had seen many things in their times, it sounded like their was action to be found.*
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Post by Deleted on Mar 10, 2016 18:36:12 GMT -8
"Ni liser narir bic," * Neassa says without hesitation when Kylarn asks if she would be willing to see if the enemies of the Imperials would be interested in bidding for the aid of the Mando'ade, her mind already turning towards the question of how best to go about carrying out that mission even as she listens to the rest of the continuing discussion for anything that might pertain to her assignment.
With the collapse of the Republic, Neassa supposes that the most logical starting point in seeking any kind of opposition to an Imperial resurgence would be to select either a formerly Republic aligned world with a military presence, or, alternately, a Jetii ** stronghold of some kind given their Order's historic opposition to any Imperial effort to expand their presence. Though she has no personal issues with Jetii, Neassa's reluctant involvement in the former Mand'alor's crusade against Force users, which found her fighting against the Jetii on Yavin 4, makes her more inclined to seek an audience with a representative of the military leadership of a world likely to stand against an Imperial resurgence rather than with the Jetii, though she also knows that, as it is often the case that where the one is found, the other is likely to be present as well, she may find herself dealing with Jetii all the same.
Though she has become accustomed to operating primarily alone given the nature of the bounty hunting profession, her past employment with the Organization and more recent time spent as a member of the Draykon crew have both made her more open to the idea of having someone to cover her back, and as she listens to the discussion progress, Neassa wonders if this mission might be one best carried out with other Mando'ade alongside her, and so she begins to surreptitiously study those present to determine if any seem as though they might be interested in the work being discussed.
*I'll do it
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Post by Kylarn Fett on Mar 11, 2016 3:33:48 GMT -8
Ky smirked as they all agreed to several of the situations. Not expecting everyone to be so persuaded this quick he was slightly surprised none had opposed the ideas set before them. The Republic had fallen, the Mandalorian Empire was in shambles, and the Imperials were gathering strength. This was the time they needed leadership and guidance more than any other. But until they would make themselves strong again there would be little they could do as a people. Finishing his Tihaar he looked about the group.
"Shipyards, I've been thinking Mandal Motors should come back. It's not a bad business to run. But we would need it's ships. We have the Beskar, we have the people who need work here on Mandalore. If we siezed another shipyard in the region it could be the starting force of our fleet. But then once Mandal Motors is up and running...." Ky smirked again and looked toward the Kaff that sat on the table, it had been hours and the drink was warm, he poured a cup and continued. "Well, no one wants to fight a Mandal Motors fleet."
Sipping the Kaff he thought of the things before them. Someone would clearly have a side they wished to fight for, luckily for Kylarn he did not care which side of the Force he fought for. Voodoo mumbo jumbo was never his favorite. Hokey religions were always troublesome. A good blaster and a strong fist had gotten him through the years of his life. Obviously this move was to bring their presence back into the galaxy, and one of strength. Mando'ade had always been used as pawns before, and it was time for the pawns to make a living.
"Concord Dawn will be a good place for us to meet. It's secure. I have no doubt that we could do mercenary work for the rest of our natural lives. But, this planet was a power in the galaxy once upon a time, when I was younger. My Clan has seen Mand'alor after Mand'alor. I think we should make that power known again."
Looking to the new young girl who approached he smirked, having a thought. Nodding to her he spoke again. "I think you should go with to the shipyards. Stealing information sound fun?"
Looking to Faelin Bralor he smirked once more as he spoke. "Don't give them a price, but tell them we will have Mando'ade Commandos. Numbers don't matter until we have ships to gather protectors from the other planets. I assume Ordo still has a large garrison. Concord Dawn should still have some old farmers who know what to do in war. And here, we have plenty of young men and women ready to fight. The numbers remain hidden, until they make an offer. This is a bidding war isn't it?"
Satisfied with himself Ky looked around to the others assembled. Wondering if any of them were going to give him an idea of what he should do now. "What do you all want? What part of this should I do?"
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Post by Kaden Rook on Mar 11, 2016 17:11:46 GMT -8
*Kaden listened intently, smiling his half smile the entire time. He found this talk exhilarating and for the first time in many years he found himself truly happy to be apart of an organization. Many people he had worked for in the past were simply money hungry, and pathetic, but a job was a job, it provided him a purpose as well as affording the various equipment and supplies he had gathered throughout his various employments. However this most recent opportunity provided him with something much deeper. Family. Kaden Came from a small clan on the outskirts of a small settlement near the northern pole of Mandalore. His family was not well known in the clans, but were respected warriors by any right. The died before Kaden left to embark on his own due to illness, unremarkable deaths, but the loss was substantial. Kaden the last of his family name, but now presented with a way to be apart of another family of sorts.*
Kaden would move his hand slightly producing a small but sharp knife from seemingly no where, moving forward he sliced off a piece of cake before picking it up and taking a bite. Kaden would then chase it down with another large gulp of his drink. *The knife had came from the bracer he wore, but Kaden had prefect the art of hiding his blades and making them appear as if by some sort of magic, Slight of hand was a useful technique he implored often in his work. *
*Kaden looking at there host.*
" You should not be left out of the fun." Kaden laughed as he twirled the small dagger around in his hand.
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Post by Abdel Ordo on Mar 12, 2016 7:02:33 GMT -8
*Abdel silently listened to the conversation going back and forth, people being sent to different groups, an old dreadnaught, his ears perked at the mention of MandalMotors. His uncle had taught him alot about the ships that had come out of it in older times. He'd taken to alot of reading and listening to the stories he'd been told. He speaks up, a little nervousness in his voice at first which quickly dissipated.*
Well, the as much as the Republic's abandoned Shipyards may be easy pickings... Getting MandalMotors up and running would be nice. To see a Kandosii with a compliment of Bes'uliiks.
*He frowns at the mention of Ordo's garrison. He ran his hand through his short spikey silver hair and rubs the back of his neck as he looked down, it wasn't his real father but he'd been raised in the Citadel since he'd been six years old. He shakes his head then looks up at Kylarn.*
I don't know.. Its been a mess since Cathaoir vanished. Apparently a bunch of acting like di'kuts.. refusing to take orders from the young successor, Ka'ra. Though I've not been back much since Cathaoir disappeared..
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Post by Deleted on Mar 12, 2016 9:08:25 GMT -8
Kebiin enters the Oyu'baat quietly, at least as quietly as a large feeorin in full armor could be. The atmosphere was still strange to him. He had visited many out of the way taverns and cantinas in his long life, and they were mostly the same a crowded location you could blend into the crowd and look for work. The Oyu'baat however was different, it wasn't some unknown drinking hole on an inconsequential world. This business was tied deeply into world and culture Kebiin had made his own. He was home, and this was an alien feeling for the lifelong spacer. He quickly found a free seat and ordered a mug of Kri'gee, placing his helm on the table and lighting a fat cigara while he waited for it to arrive. While puffing on his favorite intoxicant, be becomes aware of several individuals having what seems to be an informal meeting nearby and casually observes.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 12, 2016 10:28:56 GMT -8
Nodding with a lop-sided grin after Kylarn, in answering the question Faelan had posed to him, points out that it is a bidding war they are hoping to incite, Faelan takes a drink of his Tihaar, listening to others join in the discussion as he muses over the question Kylarn had asked of them all regarding what contribution he might make to the effort that has been set in motion by his vision and call to action.
After considering the matter in silence, Faelan downs the last of his Tihaar and reaches for the bottle to refill his glass as he tells Kylarn, "We should have other outposts, bases of operation from which to strike and which offer convenient locations or resources for resupplying Mando'ade on the move throughout the universe. Agamar, with its agricultural resources and location near the Mirgoshir hyperspace crossroads would be a boon to a Mando'ade resurgence and expansion, offering both valuable resources and a convenient location of strategic value."
Lifting his glass and peering into it as though the future might be divined from the Tihaar sloshing within, Faelan looks over at Kylarn and says, "You've asked what you can do, and so I say you show us you are a man of action as well as vision. Take Agamar, secure it and set up Protectors on it so that it can be used by the Mando'ade in their efforts to become a force to be reckoned with once more."
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Ka'ra Ordo
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Post by Ka'ra Ordo on Mar 14, 2016 23:33:19 GMT -8
Well, she was rather young, so this hadn't been a necessary skill to date. Poor sod, a'den'ika was about to be rather upset. NCO rose, motioning for them to wait at the table. He walked over to the bar, and came back with two tankards, dripping condensation. NCO dumped the first on A'den's head as he passed the boy. It was just water, very cold water mind you, but still only water. The shock alone was usually quite sufficient to solve the issue, though for particularly inebriated souls, additional doses were required.Shock of any sort will do, something to get the body running at 110% of it's normal routine. Though, I should warn you that using electrical shocks has the highest backfire rate, sometimes sending men into seizures, stroke, or stopping their heart outright. Cold water seems to work best, and is most effective in small rapidly applied doses. Slapping also works, sometimes. As to the former question, yes it is my responsibility, and if you do poorly, I will rectify your mistakes before we begin the hunt. The hunt itself should be simple enough. There's a relatively new game preserve a few kilometers from here that hosts hunts from time to time. We can start there if you like, or I can arrange a real hunt if that's more to your tastes.I look back A'den, if he needs a second dose, I'll toss the second tankard of cold water in his face, if not I'll hand it to him and tell him to drink up. He'll need to flush as much of the alcohol out of system as possible, but I doubt he'll prove particularly useful in the coming hunt, unless Ka'ra opts to go for a real hunt, which will probably lead off world and give the lad time to recover. A'den stood up quickly from his chair when the water hit him. Anger rose from his heart as well. He looked at Non-Com fire burning in his eyes, glaring at him. His happy, hazy feeling left him. His fists clenched as the water dripped down his hair. "Save being offended for a real offense, verd'ika," *she playfully chided him, before turning back to Non-Com and considering his question.
While a hosted hunt would give him the chance to learn in a controlled environment... a real hunt would show what he really knew. But wait... the things he had said had implied, if not outright confirmed, he hadn't been given the proper training a child his age normally would have. Real hunt was off the table, then. Shrugging, Ka'ra answered,* "Let's just go with to the preserve. He'll need more guided training first." |
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