Duke Australis
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Post by Duke Australis on Jul 12, 2014 11:42:43 GMT -8
"Honey, I'll be out!"
Sherer was doing the dishes in the kitchens white dish sector, handling the washing machine. The sniper at once threw her head up. Even over the rising steam and clash of metal mugs, she could hear the heavy stomps of his combat boots. It wasnt the kind of stomping when he takes them up just for novelty, his steps were genuinly heavy, A sniper knows these things. Klinging to ones scope, one only has the scanner and ones ears to sentry ones surroundings. Heavy steps. Just like when he is fully geared for combat.
-Sherer-
"How long are you out?"
The tone of a woman who is TRYING to sound casual but fails miserably. A normal husband would at once catch up on it, and Duke would have if he had not taken the warpath. He was pissed. Either dumb Di'kuta Darmanda would find themselves in little scattered pieces or he will have to take Lekku throphies from lieing manipulating egoistical wormheads. All in all, someone will die.
"Soon."
Sherer blinked. Then she blinked again. Then she ran to get her gear. She ran like a woman who believed her man is about to make a huge mistake, and she better be there to remind him off it.
two hours later a replacement for the cantina staff, and they were off for ryloth.
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Post by Spectre on Aug 1, 2014 8:10:50 GMT -8
*Just before heading out to find some work, Spectre hit up his old haunt. The 'baat. He sat in his corner booth, buy'ce on the table, listening to the low rumble of conversation. Eating his stew and drinking black ale. Several minutes go by and he finishes, the staff clear his table and brings him ti'haar. After downing a few, he sits and holds a double. Just trying to remember. Since he can't force himself, he just lets his mind wander. Letting the emotions of what he forgot fill him up the best it can.*
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Galaar Vhett
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Post by Galaar Vhett on Aug 1, 2014 12:06:39 GMT -8
Aeleus listened intently to Fenri has he went through Mandalore's history. It was interesting, angering, and saddening all at once. Physically he just sat there, his visor pointed out into the city as Fenri spoke. Mandalore had been defeated, but its soil had not truly been set upon by enemy armies. He could solace in that. "If we have time I would like to visit the city archive as well. I will need to see the battle reports. Casualty counts on all sides, ship losses..."Aeleus was going to try and determine if the Mandalorians had fought well in the wars mentioned. He had no doubt, seeing the way the city had evolved over the millennia. But the Taung still had to know. As they arrived at the Oyu'baat and walked in, Aeleus looked around. His buy'ce hid his identity for now, but once he ordered a drink it was up to the Gods. He could be judged as a failure and a coward, even if he was not, or be scorned by others as a false echo of the past. There was also the possibility that anyone who saw him might act the same way as the Mandalorian Ezakk of clan Lok did. He could not believe he was wanting to be tried as an alternative.Aeleus sat at the table, across from Fenri and continued looking around, his buy'ce still on his head. He was growing uncomfortable. As the droid servant that Fenri called over came, he told the droid his order, and the droid turned to Fenri for his order."Muninar gai'ka be Tihaar bal shatual loras."Aeleus turned back to Fenri to speak more about what their plans here."So where do the aliit'alor meet if the Mand'alor is missing or gone?" |
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Aeleus Vizsla
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Post by Aeleus Vizsla on Aug 1, 2014 12:36:07 GMT -8
Aeleus nodded his head in thanks to the service droid. While it was a machine, it had accomplished its task quickly, while he suspected the shatual meat was still being cooked. Aeleus turned his attention back to Fenri, who had taken off his helmet to drink.
"Politics is not my strongest suit. I am a warrior by nature, as you should know of me by now. But if this place is where the aliit'alor meet, it is good we came here. Keep your eyes open for anyone that looks important. Maybe we can get in on the meeting."
Aeleus finally took off his helmet, revealing himself as a Taung. So far no one that had noticed seemed to acknowledge it, but already Fenri and him were getting odd and curious glances. Aeleus ignored them.
"Well I suppose I will have to go into stasis with the Galactic Book on Mand'ade History, won't I?"
As Aeleus chuckled at his own joke, the service droid finally came back with the plate of roasted shatual meat he had also ordered, cooked rare and still bloody. Aeleus said a small blessing to the God Kad Ha'Rangir before lifting his glass of Tihaar to Fenri.
"K'oyacyi."
Aeleus tilted the glass back and the Mandalorian drink went down his throat. By the time he had set it down, two thirds of it were already gone. Aeleus could not hide the tears in his eyes. It was his first drink of the Mandalorian spirit since he had been taken out of cryo stasis. But, the burn was good. He was home. He lifted the shatual meat to his nose before biting into it, chasing the Tihaar with a big bite of the cooked meat. He spoke after he had swallowed.
"Good, just as I remember it. Not so much has changed for me not to be able to recognize the food and drink."
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Duke Australis
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Post by Duke Australis on Aug 1, 2014 13:20:23 GMT -8
There was a sign over the Kitchen door, and at the counter. It said:
KITCHEN CLOSED. OUT ON MISSION.
IF YOU WANT SOMETHING, USE THE HONOUR SYSTEM
-Duke
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Galaar Vhett
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Post by Galaar Vhett on Aug 1, 2014 20:38:53 GMT -8
Aeleus nodded his head in thanks to the service droid. While it was a machine, it had accomplished its task quickly, while he suspected the shatual meat was still being cooked. Aeleus turned his attention back to Fenri, who had taken off his helmet to drink."Politics is not my strongest suit. I am a warrior by nature, as you should know of me by now. But if this place is where the aliit'alor meet, it is good we came here. Keep your eyes open for anyone that looks important. Maybe we can get in on the meeting."Aeleus finally took off his helmet, revealing himself as a Taung. So far no one that had noticed seemed to acknowledge it, but already Fenri and him were getting odd and curious glances. Aeleus ignored them."Well I suppose I will have to go into stasis with the Galactic Book on Mand'ade History, won't I?"As Aeleus chuckled at his own joke, the service droid finally came back with the plate of roasted shatual meat he had also ordered, cooked rare and still bloody. Aeleus said a small blessing to the God Kad Ha'Rangir before lifting his glass of Tihaar to Fenri."K'oyacyi."Aeleus tilted the glass back and the Mandalorian drink went down his throat. By the time he had set it down, two thirds of it were already gone. Aeleus could not hide the tears in his eyes. It was his first drink of the Mandalorian spirit since he had been taken out of cryo stasis. But, the burn was good. He was home. He lifted the shatual meat to his nose before biting into it, chasing the Tihaar with a big bite of the cooked meat. He spoke after he had swallowed."Good, just as I remember it. Not so much has changed for me not to be able to recognize the food and drink." |
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Aeleus Vizsla
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Post by Aeleus Vizsla on Aug 1, 2014 21:11:37 GMT -8
Aeleus drank deeply from his glass again. It had been several thousand years too long since he had last drank with fellow Mandalorians. He was not about to let the time go to wasted, or sober. The second drink from the glass went down far smoother than the first, as he readjusted to the much more potent spirit that his people favored. He listened to Fenri more, speaking when something caught his interest.
"My armor is...well...was a new Crusader model that had been smithed by my Uncle. He was very talented, and included me in the process. He did not think the spikes on the pauldron and arm guard were necessary. They ended up being more useful than my beskad sometimes. To impale an enemy using an extension of your flesh...it is very satisfying."
Aeleus slapped his left shoulder twice, where the spiked pauldron was, before looking around and continuing the conversation. People were still glancing over, but none of them had the guts to come over and speak. He did not mind the uninterupted conversation, but it was disappointing that everyone seemed to be minding their business. Lack of guts. He could feel the defeat in many of the people here's hearts. Still too soon after such a major defeat.
"We had few other species join us besides the Mandallian Giants, but other member species were not unheard of. Humans were hated, but again, not so rare as the years went on. After all, they had bested us as well in the early days on Coruscant, before we became Mando'ade. I am sure you must know the stories? They were told to us all as children, at least during my time."
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Post by Galaar Vhett on Aug 1, 2014 22:21:47 GMT -8
Fenri did not respond immediately afterwards as his communication device began going off. The Mandalorian keys the transmission, noticing that it was a known frequency of the government and clan leaders. He listens to it for a moment.Priority transmission. All Aliit'alors and clan representatives; report to Mandalore for and urgent assembly. Coordinates to the exact location of will be transmitted along with this message.
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Aeleus Vizsla
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Post by Aeleus Vizsla on Aug 1, 2014 22:45:52 GMT -8
Aeleus frowned as people began to leave the Oyu-baat, as if making way for something more important to come in. It was at this point that Fenri mentioned a tranmission he received. His helmet's communications equipment had not picked it up, but he was glad Fenri had his own communicator handy.
Aeleus downed the rest of his Tihaar and set the glass down on top of his empty plate of shatual juices. He wiped his face and his yellow eyes began to scan the room to see if anyone important looking had arrived yet.
"It seems you brought us to the right place then. Fate is our ally. Let us hope we will be granted audience."
Aeleus began preparing himself for the meeting. He was not versed in politics, but perhaps he could have some input on ideas for the future.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2014 20:04:53 GMT -8
There was a sliding hiss as the door opened. Ezakk stepped through the threshold into the cantina and looked about. People were scurrying about, all of which seemed eager and intent on leaving the cantina. A couple of patrons bumped into him on their hurried exit from the bar. He didn't understand what was happening. However, he did notice two men not leaving the place in a frantic hustle; they looked oddly familiar too. Ezakk, with metallic steps, moseyed over to the two.
Well, what do we have here? His voice was friendly, though there was a hint of confusion in his voice.
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Hileo Bui'tsad
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Post by Hileo Bui'tsad on Aug 2, 2014 21:15:10 GMT -8
A grey Meteor-class Q-carrier gently sets down in a designated spot; the four retractable legs extend just before touching the ground. The boarding ramp descends and four Mandalorians descend down in full ash-grey Mandalorian body armor accented in purple stripes. Though perhaps intimidating to others, to Verds they seem just like one of them. None carried any other heavy ammunition, just side arms.
They filed into the cantina, removed their helmets and sat around a table together-- meaning not to be intrusive to any of their ner'vod nearby. . . .
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Post by Aeleus Vizsla on Aug 3, 2014 23:13:45 GMT -8
There was a sliding hiss as the door opened. Ezakk stepped through the threshold into the cantina and looked about. People were scurrying about, all of which seemed eager and intent on leaving the cantina. A couple of patrons bumped into him on their hurried exit from the bar. He didn't understand what was happening. However, he did notice two men not leaving the place in a frantic hustle; they looked oddly familiar too. Ezakk, with metallic steps, moseyed over to the two.Well, what do we have here? His voice was friendly, though there was a hint of confusion in his voice. |
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Post by Spectre on Aug 4, 2014 5:28:47 GMT -8
*Everyone scurried out, that wasn't non-essential. He got the memo that clan leaders were meeting here. Spectre didn't even know if he was one or the only one. Regardless he stuck around until someone tried to make him move. Emphasis on try. He sat in his corner booth, looking up want ads on HNN on his datapad and sipping on his double of ti'haar. Unmoved, unbothered by anyone or anything.*
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Post by Deleted on Aug 4, 2014 18:30:59 GMT -8
Aeleus greeted Ezakk again with a subtle nod of his head. He stood up, grabbing his helmet and tucking it under his arm, and watched as several other Mandalorians filed into the Cantina. He kept one eye on them, thinking they might be their in into the meeting."Su cuy'gar again, Ezakk of clan Lokk. It is good to meet you face to face."Aeleus tilted his head in the direction of the other new arrivals, while still trying not to draw attention to themselves just yet. He kept his voice low."There is a meeting between all clan aliit'alors. It is taking place here, at the Oyu'baat. We hope to join in on the meeting to aid in the reconstruction efforts of our People."Aeleus looked Ezakk straight in his visor with his yellow eyes, his head tilting down as he spoke."I do not believe you ever told us why you were coming to Mandalore. Is it for similar reasons?" |
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Post by Ashrah on Aug 5, 2014 13:17:47 GMT -8
He stood outside of the door to the 'baat, silently staring at the ancient door. He shoved his buy'ce on his head, his black beskar'gam seeming to suck in the light, the green highlights on his shoulder plates almost glowing against the dark backdrop. He opened the door and stepped through into the meeting place of his people. He let the door swing shut behind him and slowly scanned the room, noting who was where, who was here, and what was going on. He held that spot for a number of minutes, the handle of his shotgun poking up over his right shoulder, the hilt of his beskad jutting just above his head, the signature chain wrapped around his left arm, the handle dangling slightly, a blaster resting comfortably on his left hip. He didn't say anything. just looked.
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Post by Galaar Vhett on Aug 5, 2014 13:53:56 GMT -8
Aeleus greeted Ezakk again with a subtle nod of his head. He stood up, grabbing his helmet and tucking it under his arm, and watched as several other Mandalorians filed into the Cantina. He kept one eye on them, thinking they might be their in into the meeting."Su cuy'gar again, Ezakk of clan Lokk. It is good to meet you face to face."Aeleus tilted his head in the direction of the other new arrivals, while still trying not to draw attention to themselves just yet. He kept his voice low."There is a meeting between all clan aliit'alors. It is taking place here, at the Oyu'baat. We hope to join in on the meeting to aid in the reconstruction efforts of our People."Aeleus looked Ezakk straight in his visor with his yellow eyes, his head tilting down as he spoke."I do not believe you ever told us why you were coming to Mandalore. Is it for similar reasons?" |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 5, 2014 19:00:08 GMT -8
A small insectoid type holo walker entered the 'Baat, projecting the image of Goran Beviin, since the man had been unable to come in person to this meeting of the aliit'alor's. The holo walker moved over behind a table and came to a rest, as the holo projection of Goran seemed to look around the room, checking out all who were present at the meeting as he waited for it to begin
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Post by Spectre on Aug 5, 2014 20:05:22 GMT -8
*The door comes swinging open and lo an behold, the black bes'kar clad leader of the Mando'ade himself comes breezing in in the only fashion he knows how to walk into a room. Not a slight hint of bother or defeat on his shoulders. Nope. He just slips in like he owns the place. Which technically he does, but that's besides the point. Everybody else jumps up when Ashrah walks in, Spectre looks up from his datapad, glances at him and goes back to reading his datapad. Since he wasn't given the order to stand, Spectre stayed right where he was until someone told him to move or tried to move him. Which ever came first.*
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Aeleus Vizsla
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Post by Aeleus Vizsla on Aug 5, 2014 20:58:36 GMT -8
Ezakk nodded to Aeleus and reached up to his helmet. With a hiss, he took of his helm, revealing a black ponytail and hazel eyes. Well met, Aeleus. He nodded to the other Mandalorian at the table. The two of them didn't look any different than what they did in the holo, except they have color to them. The bit about the clan leaders intrigued him, though.He wasn't sure who the aliit'alor of Clan Lok was, hell, he wasn't even sure if there was one. But, looking aroud, he did not see anyone with the Lok insignia on their armor, so he figured he'd represent his clan. Well... uh... I came to Mandalore to protect my family. Fenri looks at those coming into the Oyu'baat and then pauses at the sight of Mand'alor Ashrah. He nudges Aeleus who was talking to Ezakk and nods his head at the entry way.That is the Mand'alor, Aeleus. Mand'alor Ashrah.Fenri finishes his drink quickly and stands up, putting his helmet underneath his armpit. His mind was wondering when the others would arrive and what the meeting would be about. |
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Post by Ashrah on Aug 6, 2014 6:33:31 GMT -8
Ashrah looked up at the Taung in front of him, slowly. He reached up and pulled his buy'ce off his head, revealing his matted dark hair, emerald green eyes and scarred face. He locked eyes (at least he assumed it was eye) with Aeleus and nodded
"Well met Aeleus. Now. I need a beer"
He slapped the big Taung on the shoulder with his left hand and moved to grab some draught and sat down in an empty chair, raising his mug to those gathered
"OYA!"
Lowering the mug he slammed it back in one go and slammed it back on the table.
"Where is Cath? He called this meeting of the minds. "
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