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Post by Deleted on Dec 11, 2016 8:15:11 GMT -8
Faelan, though he recognizes that her questions are rhetorical, nods to confirm that Telarial's assessments are correct; that he not only wants her to stay, but will also do what he can to protect her from harm. Even were Telarial not able to discern the truthfullness of what Faelan says, the intent and resolve behind his words is abundantly evident in his light blue eyes. As determined as he may be to protect himself from a loss such as that he endured when his sons and wife were taken from him, as broken as he believes he was rendered by those losses, Faelan's nature all the same prevents him from turning away from the unexpected bond that has been forged between him and Telarial.
Shaking his head when Telarial, clearly struggling with many of the same feelings and instincts Faelan himself can recognize from having thought and felt similar things since having encountered Telarial and becoming more and more attached to her, protests by explaining that she fears her past losses mean that she is always doomed to lose any that she holds dear, Faelan lets her finish speaking, lets her give voice to her fears completely before he speaks in turn. Taking a few steps closer to Telarial, slowly to enable him to stop should it seem that his approach will make her bolt, Faelan says in Mando'a calmly and yet with utter certainty, "I accept the risk ad'ika. Allowing a small smile, Faelan taps his chest as he points out in jest, Besides, I have not reached such an advanced age by running from danger, why would I start now? Having reached the age of fifty two despite a life spent as a soldier, mercenary, or bounty hunter, Falean's quip is not entirely without some truth to it for a Mandalorian. His tone becoming somber once more, Faelan says, Don't let your past or your fears prevent you from moving on ad'ika. Arching an eyebrow, his gaze determined despite the jesting quality in his voice, Faelan concludes by saying, The choice is mine to make, in any event. You're stuck with me ad'ika."
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Post by Telarial Bralor on Dec 11, 2016 16:46:19 GMT -8
*Her wide eyes, still glimmering with tears...finally close, releasing the last of her fears. A small smile slowly forms on her lips. When Telarial opens her eyes again, she has trouble finding her voice at first and can only manage a strangled bark that was meant to be a relieved laugh. Her smile quickly blossoms and for the first time since meeting Faelan, her happiness made her glow. Without thinking, she closed the gap between them by running the last few paces and proceeded to fling herself forward to embrace Faelan. She rested her right cheek against his chest as she spoke to him in their native language.*
"Vor entye, Faelan."
*Ignoring her internal voice of reason, she refused to let him go...almost as if afraid he would vanish. It may have been childish on her part but at this point in time, she hardly cared.*
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Post by Deleted on Dec 15, 2016 20:44:59 GMT -8
Faelan, not trusting his own voice to not crack and reveal how much he is affected by Telarial's display, answers her with a stoic silence that is softened by the fact that he, unlike before when his embrace had been hesitant and somewhat stiff, returns the gesture with equal warmth and no sense of reservation or awkwardness.
After a moment to give both himself and Telarial an opportunity to collect themselves as well as to enjoy the shared moment together, Faelan does what he can to maintain his stoic demeanor, patting Telarial's back gently before stepping back to end their embrace. Not managing to appear quite as stoic and reserved as he might have hoped, Faelan rubs the back of his neck and clears his throat before saying in Mando'a, "Well, so now that we have that settled, grunting with a nod as he realizes that he is not sure exactly where he had been going with his statement, Faelan waves a hand vaguely while looking around as though for a clue of some kind, settling on the table with a hint of relief in his tone as he says, Right, I'll get this cleaned up while you . . . go get yourself cleaned up and ready for . . . what we'll do after all the . . . cleaning. Right," he concludes with a decisive nod accompanied by an expression suggesting he is well aware of how awkwardly he has handled the moment, and then turns and begins collecting the dishes, mugs, and utensils from the table.
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Post by Telarial Bralor on Dec 16, 2016 14:07:37 GMT -8
*Telarial had to clamp a hand over her mouth as she struggled to contain a laugh as she watched Faelan's retreating form, disappear into the kitchen after collecting their dishes. The fact that he was so aloof and awkward when it came to displaying affection, reminded her of Arkillian. A strangled noise and a snort escaped her as she hurriedly turned around and returned to the guest bedroom. The laugh that had been begging to be released finally escaped as she laughed into her pillow. She laughed so hard she cried. Her laughing fit lasted a good two minutes. Telarial really hoped that Faelan hadn't heard her... she ran to the fresher and washed and groomed herself before returning to her room.
Telarial soon turned serious as she examined her Beskar'gam. Her armor in all truthfulness was a bit too big, suggesting that it may have belonged to someone else in the past. She frowned as she noticed that it was a bit filthy... so she took her beskar'gam with her to Faelan's living room. Telarial searched the room and internally groaned. She would have to confront Faelan and ask if she could borrow a cleaning cloth. After laying her armor on the floor, she went to find him. She stood in the entrance of the kitchen and tried to block Faelan's view of her neglected beskar'gam. A part of her wanted to glance behind her, just to confirm if she had succeeded or not in blocking his view but Telarial knew if she did, Faelan would know she was up to something...she looked at him and innocently proceeded to ask her question.*
"Faelan...do you have a cloth handy that you really don't mind getting dirty?"
*The teen felt foolish. She saw how shiny and well maintained Faelan kept his beskar'gam. If he HAD heard her laughing fit earlier...she supposed she deserved a good scolding for this. Try as she may, she could not maintain an innocent face. Faelan, no doubt...would notice her guilty expression. Like a child that was caught, sneaking a bite of Uj cake while a buir wasn't looking.*
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Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2017 21:55:52 GMT -8
Telarial's concerns about Faelan's hearing being acute enough to have heard her muffled laughter are clearly unfounded; his expression when Telarial asks him if he has a cloth available which he would not mind getting dirty devoid of any hint of embarrassment, irritation, or other indications that he had heard her reaction to his awkwardness when displaying affection.
Drying his hands on a dish rag, Faelan nods with a grunt, head canted to the side as he ventures a guess as to the purpose to which Telarial intends to use the requested cloth for, asking in Mando'a, "For your beskar'gam? Setting the dishrag down after folding it in his typically fastidious manner, Faelan unconsciously slips into the role of a teacher as he says, You'll want to start saving the cloths you use to maintain your beskar'gam. Motioning for Telarial to follow and having her bring her beskar'gam along, Faelan helps her bring her armor into a room off the main living area that is soon revealed to be a workshop of sorts where he maintains his beskar'gam , weapons, and other gear. Pulling out a chair in front of a workbench, Faelan tells Telarial to, Take a seat, and then takes a box containing the supplies he uses to maintain his armor, setting it in front of her as he says, The dirty cloths are used for the initial wipe down as well as the post-scrub wipe down. . ."
Noting as he instructs Telarial in the art of maintaining one's beskar'gam that her armor is both somewhat filthy as well as a bit too large for her, Faelan makes a mental note to bring her to a smith so that her armor can be altered to fit her. After demonstrating how to clean one's beskar'gam, Faelan walks Telarial through the steps required to oil it as well, and concludes the lesson by showing her how to add padding and adjust the straps of certain pieces to make the fit more suited to her than whomever it was that wore it before her; the adjustments a temporary measure that will serve until they have a smith make more permanent alterations.
As he begins returning the cloths and chemicals used for cleaning and maintaining his beskar'gam to their places, Faelan says, "You'll want to put together your own kit eventually, of course, but until then you are welcome to use anything here that you need to maintain your weapons, armor, and gear. You mentioned a ship as well, yes? It'd be a good idea to have a second kit aboard it as well, he continues as he cleans his hands on a rag after tossing one to Telarial to enable her to do the same. Chuckling with a shake of his head, Faelan says in a tone suggesting it has occurred to him that he may have just instructed Telarial in something she already knew, Sorry if any of that was repeating lessons you learned before. Arching an eyebrow with an amused smile, he jokes, Judging by the state of your beskar'gam, however, the refresher may have been a necessary one all the same, hmmm?"
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Post by Telarial Bralor on Jan 5, 2017 9:26:17 GMT -8
*Telarial was relieved to note that Faelan gave no inclination that he had overheard her previous laughing fit. Her face blushed a deep red and she briefly cast her eyes to the ground when Faelan saw right through her and mumbled her confession.*
"Elek...my beskar'gam."
*She was rather surprised to discover that her new mentor had a workshop. She watched Faelan's cleaning and adjustment tactics with incredible interest. Her keen eyes, hungry for knowledge, revealed the depths of her high intelligence...regardless of how childish she could normally act. Once her armor was clean and temporarily adjusted, she smiled gratefully up at her new mentor as she suited up.*
"Vor entye. Honestly, I've never known how to care for my beskar'gam in such a way. This armor...was Arkillian's..."
*Her face fell at the memory of how she had retrieved it. As she was looking down at her buy'ce currently in her hand, she noticed the little red light blinking within it. Her brows furrowed and her expression revealed the depths of her confusion. So she put it on to silence the proximity beacon. Someone had been tampering with her ship! Soon, both a sound recording and mini screen flared to life within the confines of her visor, giving her a live security feed from her ship's camera. When she identified the culprit responsible, she cursed and sprinted for the door before the message had even ended, merely to slam clean into the door-frame which sent her sprawling, painfully, backwards. That didn't stop her in the slightest.*
"OW! DAMN IT!"
*Telarial scrambled back to her feet with an angry snarl after shaking her dazed head and used her right hand to smack the side of her buy'ce to cut off the message.*
"Har'chaak!! He found me! And that damn fool is messing around with my ship!! I've got to go!"
*She ran full kilter out of the workshop before Faelan had a chance to ask her any questions and all but flew out of Faelan's front door. She hopped on the speeder bike she had rented and tried to start it up. It struggled, growling, as it attempted to ignite the fuel to run the engine. The 17 year old kept trying to jump start it but with each violent stroke as her foot desperately stomped down on the ignition accelerator, her chances of it starting all but diminished. All that Telarial got was a splutter and the whining sound from the engine accompanied by a small, roiling coil of smoke. So the teenager, frustrated beyond belief did the only thing she could after giving the bike a good kick. She paced...and began to curse up a storm that would make even the hardiest of pirates blush. She was sorely tempted to shoot the damn thing and just blow it up. Screw the rental company that loaned her the defective hunk of junk!*
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Post by Deleted on Jan 10, 2017 6:10:46 GMT -8
Faelan's first instinct when Telarial, after falling to the floor in what might be an amusing display of allowing one's emotions to get the better of them under different circumstances, recounts an abbreviated explanation of what engendered her display of angered distress is to take charge of the situation, to calm her enough to make attempting to form a plan of some kind before rushing into the situation that has unfolded at her ship possible. As he is reaching for his buy'ce, however, it occurs to Faelan that allowing Telarial to take the lead and manage the situation will enable him to gauge her present capabilities and combat prowess more accurately than assuming the lead himself will; and so, after briefly considering the dangers inherent in allowing Telarial to proceed in her current state with him accompanying her as an observer unless it becomes clear his intervention is required and concluding that he trusts his own abilities to act quickly and decisively should it become apparent that she is in danger, Faelan tamps down his instinct to assume command and instead follows Telarial outside.
Lifting his buy'ce onto his head as he strides purposefully towards where Telarial paces beside her malfunctioning speeder, Faelan says to her calmly in Mando'a, We can take my speeder ad'ika, and tosses her the key to his battered yet well maintained BAX-7 landspeeder when he has her attention. Unholstering the Dissuader KD-30 holstered on his right thigh to quickly check the weapon, habit making it impossible to deny the impulse even though he knows the slugthrower is loaded and ready just as it always is, Faelan walks to the passenger side of the landspeeder and seats himself, keeping silent to allow Telarial to manage the situation so that he can observe and learn what she might benefit from additional training or instruction in.
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Post by Telarial Bralor on Jan 10, 2017 10:49:07 GMT -8
*Telarial stopped cursing once she registered Faelan's presence. She caught the keys that he tossed her way and with shoulders now more relaxed, a relieved sigh escaped her. She nodded her head silently in thanks and hopped into the landspeeder. The elder Mandoade's weapon fiddling didn't escape her notice and she glanced at him. What she said next was spoken with immeasurable amusement.*
"Are we going to war?"
*She shook her head with a small chuckle and started the engine. After backing out she hit the accelerator and raced across Mandalore's open Terrain. They were headed for the Keldabe spaceport. Telarial's HUD in her buy'ce thankfully gave her a path to follow. If it were not for the homing beacon, she would have undoubtedly gotten lost and would have had to ask Faelan countless times for directions. Telarial was all business and kept her attention focused ahead. At long last they arrived in Keldabe and the youth slowed the speeder down and headed for a familiar landing platform. She tightly gripped the controls and released a low, angry growl. She mumbled to herself, almost forgetting that Faelan was right there in the passenger seat next to her.*
"When I catch that slime...he's gonna wish he never met me..."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 11, 2017 18:05:50 GMT -8
There was a sonic boom as the Kom'rk-class fighter/transport transitioned into the atmosphere. The guidance system started off with a long interval ping as Damocles piloted the ship towards the GPS location he had entered. Although it wasn't the exact location of the Helm, he was certain it would put him close enough. Kad had shown him the Helm and where it roughly was, but the great lord did not quite provide exact coordinates. But no matter. For Damocles had seen some of the landmarks near to where his destination lay.
The pings interval continued to grow shorter and shorter, as The Sword flew across the jungle treetops. Damocles turned the system off then, as he brought the fighter down in a nearby clearing. The wings transitioned to their landing position as the fighter touched down. A few moments after the ship systems were powered down, Damocles exited the rear landing ramp. Now the hunt would begin. There was a lot of jungle to traverse, and he would only know he had arrived when he got there. To aide in his trek, he pulled his two-handed khopesh from its sheath
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Post by Deleted on Jun 12, 2017 9:44:19 GMT -8
A couple days had past since Damocles had arrived to Mandalore. When first he had set out into the jungle, a part of him had hoped he had landed close enough to where he needed to be. However, he had quickly learned that his search would be longer than intially expected. By the end of the first day, his muscles had started to ache from cutting through so much jungle. After that, he had unloaded his Bes'uliik from The Sword and used it to traverse the jungle. Its weapons proved useful in cutting through most of the brush, with Damocles only having to get off of it to access some of the thicker areas.
As each day passed, Damocles was more and more certain he would find the place he was looking for. Each area he explored, was one less place for the building to be. And each night, he spent trying to remember the vision that Kad had given him. Hoping that he might discover some new detail in those memories of where the Helm was. He would find the Helm, and save his people from the threat of Arasuum. Kad Ha'rangir would be honoured and win another battle against his eternal foe
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Post by Deleted on Jun 15, 2017 13:17:28 GMT -8
Damocles had his pair of Khopesh blades out and drawn back, as he shifted his stance. A steady stream of rain was falling, with the occasional lightning strike. The wind shifted the loose cloth that hung from his belt. Another flash of lightning better revealed the small pack of Strill. Their fangs were bared as they closed in on him. They had appeared from the shadows just as the storm started to form above. It was a good bet that he must have stumbled into their territory as he had pushed deeper into the jungle.
He bore no desire to kill the Strill. However, it was rather apparent that they would not leave him alone. So if they wanted a fight, he would give them one. With a large tree at his back, it forced the four Strill to remain to the front and sides of him. As another crack of lightning opened the sky again, the left most Strill charged in for an attack. Damocles shifted forward and sliced with both blades in a horizontal motion. The blades passing through the Strills jaw and skull. The death of one of their own served only to enrage the other three. The next two Strill came at him then.
The right one jumped into the air, as the left one went for his leg. Damocles planted his foot down, letting his armour protect his leg, as he brought the two blades up, severing the leaping Strill's head from its neck. With that threat taken care of, he quickly sliced down to decapitate the first Strill. The leader of the pack then moved a couple feet forward. The beast was nearly twice the size of the other three. So Damocles switched out his single-handed blades for the two-handed khopesh
"gar malyasa'yr va brokar ni!"
The Strill gave a roar in response as it leapt forward. Bringing the blade up, the Strill caught the blade in its teeth. The creature tried to jerk the blade from Damocles' hands, but he held tight. He then let go with his right hand and unsheathed one of his single handed blades, slicing at the Strill's neck. A loud roar went out as it let go of the blade. Allowing Damocles to sheath his smaller blade and concentrate on using his larger blade to finish this fight. He moved around to the Strill's flank then, cutting downwards to inflict another wound.
As one of the legs struck out at him, Damocles cut the limb off at the knee. Another wounded cry. The Strill tried to turn on him then, but Damocles managed to strike at another of its legs, causing the Strill to lose its balance. As the beast fell flat on the ground, Damocles had jumped back a bit to get clear. But now, he moved forward as the wounded warrior looked up at him. Bowing his head to his adversary, Damocles brought the blade down between its eyes.
As the life went out of its eyes, Damocles looked up to see the storm breaking. A ray of light shone down through the clouds, drawing Damocles' attention to a large stone temple just behind the tree he had been using. He pulled his blade free of the Strills skull then and sheathed it upon his back as he started to make his way up the stone steps. This was it. He could just feel it
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Post by Deleted on Jun 16, 2017 8:58:46 GMT -8
Damocles reached the top of the stone temple. As he looked out across the tree tops, he could see the mountains and formations he remembered from his vision. He had reached his destination at last. All he had left to do, was to find the Helm. He turned back and faced the squat stone building that sat atop the temple. He took a moment of pause at the threshold into the temple. Once he passed this point, there would be no going back. He would be committed to this path until he died. Although, going back was not a real option either. Especially if the vision that Kad had given him was to come to pass.
He took a breath, before forging ahead into the temple. Once inside, he found a staircase leading down into the structure. As he went deeper, his HUD switched over to a low light enhancement mode, allowing him to safely descend the staircase. By the time he reached the bottom, Damocles felt as if he had traversed the height of the pyramid back down. His HUD changed back to a regular mode as he stepped out into a large room. At the far end was the skull of a Mythosaur. A small set of steps lead up to a platform set within the open jaws of the skull. From this far away, he could make out a pedestal with something upon it. After a few seconds, his HUD enhanced the view.
And there it was. The Mandalore's Mask. Waiting to be claimed. Damocles made his way along the stone path that lead up to it. His HUD returning to its regular mode once more. Torches were set upon the walls and side of the pathway to provide light to the chamber. But there was no evidence of who had lit these torches. Though Damocles suspected there was a priesthood of Kad here that tended to the temple. A fact made apparent by the artwork on the walls depicting Kad Ha'rangir fighting Arasuum. As well as the acts of many of the great Mand'alor's of the past.
It was a rather humbling experience to walk among the achievements of the past. To see the works of those who had come before. But it was also a challenge to him. These were the acts that he would need to measure up to, if he wanted to be remembered. He mounted the steps up to the platform and stood before the pedestal. Just as he was about to reach out and pick it up, a cloaked figure appeared in front of him, with the Mask between them
"So you have come to claim the Mask..."
"I have."
"Speak your name vod..."
"I am Damocles of aliit Ordo!"
"You believe yourself Kad's chosen one?"
"Perhaps. But only through my actions will I truly prove myself..."
"The only true words to live and die by ner'vod..."
The cloaked figure picked the Mask up then, before holding it out towards Damocles
"This has travelled far. Passing from vod to vod, until at last it arrived here. Many have held this before you. Some have performed acts of greatness, others have not. Now, we shall see what it is, that Kad has in store for you... Take this, and earn it! Do not let your heart be corrupted by Arasuum!"
Damocles reached out and took the Mask then, holding it in his hands. As he looked up, the man was gone. He was alone, holding the Mask. He stared at it a moment longer
"Not yet. Once I have earned you, then I shall wear you..."
With that said, he turned around and made his way out of the temple. He activated a locator on his wrist then, allowing his Bes'uliik to find him. After mounting the war droid, he flew back to The Sword. There was much work to do, and time stopped for no one. So after stowing his Bes'uliik aboard the ship, he started the engines up. It was a few moments later before the Kom'rk-class fighter/transport was taking off into the air and heading up into orbit
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Post by K'cir on Jul 5, 2017 11:07:54 GMT -8
The wind gently rolled over the rolling grassland in one of Mandalore's sparsely populated territories. The sun was well on it's way behind the distant hills and K'cir sat alone on his deck. The glass of ale in his hand was steadily warming at a similar rate to it being depleted, this being K'cir's seventh of the evening. The old Mandalorian was gazing out at the surrounding countryside and as he began to admire it's calming nature a smirk crept across his face. After many years of troubling conflict and violence, he had spent the last two years in almost complete calm a solitude,
with almost no wildlife to worry about either.
K'cir finished the last mouthful of his ale and the growing smile disappeared from his face. Not just because of his lack of ale but the rising of dust in the distance. It was very probable that the dust cloud was some sort of transport heading his way, he hasn't seen any kind of wildlife make that kind of cloud in the last two years. Wiping the ale from his scowl, that had replaced his smirk, he threw his cup across the deck where it smashed into uncountable pieces.
He slowly stood, keeping his beady eyes fixed on where the dust was rising from. The source of this disruption was getting closer, much faster than any animal could move. It was definitely trouble!
Still wearing his work clothes from earlier, plain black trousers, a blue t-shirt and a white lab-coat, K'cir quickly made his way inside his shack. Once the rusty door had slammed shut he quickly began to rummage through the cupboards and draws muttering something along the lines of "Where is it?" and "It has to be here somewhere!". Eventually he found his pistol, in the cutlery draw next to the fish knife, where anyone would have kept it! Grabbing the weapon triumphantly he tucked it in the waist band of his trousers behind his back and made sure his coat covered it up. Taking a deep breath, he walked back through the front door to his deck.
The approaching dust was marginally closer than before but still quite a way off. "Oh come on! Who taught these guys to drive!?" He exclaimed, although clearly only for his benefit. K'cir retired back into the house, though this time not in a hurry. He made his way over to the refrigeration unit and grabbed himself another bottle of ale. Cursing his need to smash his only glass, he opened the bottle and began to drink out of the neck as he walked back to his chair on the deck.
A fair amount of time had passed since he had first noticed the approaching transport and the time it pulled up about twenty metres away from his front decking. A rather official looking Rodian stepped out of the front passenger side of the military looking land-speeder. The left portion of K'cir's mono-brow raised slightly as he tossed away his latest bottle of ale and stood. The Rodian approached as another exited the rear passenger door.
"Are you the one they call K'cir Sanchez?"
"I don't use that last name anymore, it's just K'cir now. First I would like to know what, in all of the galaxy, have you come here to disturb me for? And why did you take so long, I had three ale's waiting for you to drive up!"
"The boss would like to speak to you."
"And your boss would be.....?"
"It's Arkan Blo........"
The Rodian was cut off because most of his face had been replaced with a giant hole that cut through most of his head. K'cir was now holding his blaster pistol and the end of the barrel was slightly smoking, indicating it was the murder weapon. The other Rodian who had exited the vehicle scrambled for his own weapon but he was also cut off prematurely by a blast to the head. K'cir's second shot wasn't quite as impressive, he didn't quite manage to cut a hole through the middle of the head, instead he cleaved the top third off. This meant that the second Rodian's brain oozed out of the large wound after his body had slumped to the ground. By this point they occupants of the land-speeder were rushing to do one of two things. Either get out and begin firing on K'cir or scrambling for the driving seat to get the speeder out of there. All of their actions were cut short by two further blasts from the Heavy blaster pistol. Both shots hit the engine compartment of the speeder and the explosion coincided with the second hit. It was only after K'cir had walked back inside his shack and the fire had died down from the speeder that the lead Rodian's body fell to the floor.
He'd have to move again or other's would follow, how disappointing!
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Post by Kaine Australis on Jul 19, 2017 7:29:43 GMT -8
Not far from Keldabe, off the main travel routes of the planet lay a vast forest of massive trees, with a heavy canopy, fairly impassable to vehicle traffic. Within the forest was the ancestral lands of Clan Custer. An ancient Clan that had made its home among the trees, eking a decent living from the family's beskar mines.
Some time over the last decade, a tribe of ewoks had been marooned on Mandalore after their transport had crashed. Escaping the wreck, the tribe fled into the forest that Clan Custer had made it's home. Unfortunately for Clan Custer, their leader, Canderous the Cranky, was to put it bluntly, an idiot. Combine this with his insufferable personality and gross overconfidence in his own abilities, he had no friends or allies, and no Clan beyond the dozen or so too stupid or too lazy to leave him.
This led to the annhihilation, replacement, and consumption with some liberated wine stocks by the lost ewok tribe. Knowing little of the machinery, the tribe thus still managed to divine the complex's purpose as digging rocks out of the ground. Someone wanted the rocks out of the ground, someone would trade for the rocks. Ewok logic was simple, they were primitive, not stupid.
When agents of Clan Australis came to secure Beskar supplies for the new MandalArms operation, they were singularly unprepared to be welcomed by a hundred or more angry chittering ewoks brandishing makeshift but effective looking weapons. A cool head on the captain of commandos, and the intervention of the ewoks' chieftain and medicine man prevented bloodshed, and with some waving of hands and some overtaxing of the captain's translation program, the two groups came to an arrangement.
Deliveries of fresh meat and livestock, as well as seeds and fertilizer were made to the complex, and a well disguised roadway was cut through the forest to allow small haul trucks to come to and from the forest. They emerged well away from the mines, so as not to draw attention to their exact location. Clan Australis got its beskar, and the ewoks got to keep their forest hideaway. They thought they were getting a bargain, the stupid bucketheads were supporting their tribe in return for dirt and rocks, as they saw it. They'd feed their woklings and grow their clan, and maybe one day, they'd eat buckethead together once more.
But that was a story for another time...
For now, the beskar began to flow slowly towards MandalArms, in Keldabe.
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Aug 6, 2018 15:14:16 GMT -8
==Mand'alor's Paperwork Woes==
<<107PP; O7 Sector, Mandalore, North of Keldade, Itera Homestead>>
For a brief moment, the skies over the Itera Homestead darkened. Then the sunlight returned as the massive, low-flying ship moved out over Lake Itera, which the settlement was built near. It had obviously been, at one point, the ring hull of a lucrehulk class cargo ship. That had been many, many modifications ago though. Now the entire base of the ring was studded with heavy pylons, once the ship was in the desired position, the pylons extended & sank deep into the rock below the lake. With one swift move, the ship had become a fortress city.
In function, the ship was more or less a giant crystal production area, with a fairly large living area, plenty of workshops & massive hanger & cargo space. The heart of the ship was a massive, rechargeable power coil. A number of collection relays at the top of the ring would funnel the energy gathered from the solar arrays already being put into orbit into the power coil, keeping it powered day & night.
The true center of the ship, however, was the massive number of Nova Crystal tanks. These nutrient rich broths were specially balance to cause rapid growth in the slush form of the crystal. If enough power was pumped into the chambers that is. It would take an incredible flow of power to keep that much of the crystal solution growing, but this ship in particular had been designed for just that task. In the Imperium, it was usually distributed to a number of smaller platforms, but greater production would be needed to meet the needs of the Assembly. It also didn't hurt that the tanks were isolated from each other & the rest of the ship with excessive amounts of armor & blow out panels in case the notoriously volatile slush stage decided to explode.
A rather large number of Helots had been brought in to help pilot the ship into position. As it lacked the heavy automation common in Imperium designs. Of course, that same lack of automation was required for the Itera Clan to be able to make use of it at all. With the inbound crew being loaded into M23 hulls (outfitted as passenger ships in preparation), at that really remained was to hand the key codes over to the head of the Itera clan.
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Post by Dral Marev on Dec 19, 2019 12:37:45 GMT -8
As Dral descended into the atmosphere from the Ijaat, his comm panel began flashing again, he flicked it on. Dral.
Buir. There's a rather... Interesting structure in one of the lakes a ways off from the bastion. It looks vaugely like a lucrehulk cargo ship.
In the lake?
More like on top of it buir. Its got a pretty high energy signature, but its drives are all shut down. Its not flying.
That IS interesting ad'ika. Ill go check it out. Send me the coordinates.
Already sent Buir. Keep me posted.
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Post by Dral Marev on Dec 19, 2019 12:57:21 GMT -8
Dral followed the vector his daughter had sent towards the coordinates she had designated the ship to be at. The lake came into view, and so did the massive cargo ship. At least, it somewhat resembled a cargo ship. As Dral made a loop around the lake and the fascinating structure above it in his Komyrk-class fighter-transport he noticed several things. First, the ship was being held aloft by enormous pylons jutting from the base of the ship. Second, along the shore of the lake were several buildings. It seemed Dral had accidentally buzzed a shore-side village with a flyover during his loop. Dral winced internally. His attention had been so focused on the ship, he had completely missed the town until his sensors registered additional power readings from below. Dral quickly turned around and dropped twords a level looking bit of ground about 200 meters away from the village, lowering landing gear and setting down. He quickly shut everything down and headed out towards the village. He'd better introduce himself to the neighbors and apologize for buzzing them. Not the best first impression thought Dral.
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Post by Dral Marev on Dec 20, 2019 22:26:26 GMT -8
At the Marev Bastion, Ruusaan, Ijaat and Aden were coordinating the workers already on the ground when a swelling roar filled the air as the Acclamator Class Assault Ship dropped into the atmosphere and began to descend towards a large clearing to the south of the bastion. When it was settled onto the ground, its massive side hatches swung down and a ramp extended down.
Mandalorians began heading down the ramp quickly and orderly the moment the ramp settled on the ground. Ijaat, Dral and Ruusaan's 9 year old son, was comming instructions to the infantry commanders and directing companies to different tasks around the bastion. Ruusaan smiled at her son with his first large scale "assault" force. These troopers were indeed going to attack this bastion. They would have it back in a livable condition by the end of the day. it was just barely morning now.
Ijaat sent one company to cut down the trees in the farming fields. The next was sent behind that one to drag the trees aside and strip the branches from them. The next two companies were sent to strip down and out anything in the bastion that was broken or worn down. From the pile of tree trunks freshly stripped of branches, the craftsmen were selecting logs fit for building and separating them from the rest, which were then set aside for firewood or alternate projects.
The forces continued their division until every Mandalorian on the ground was working on some project to bring the bastion back into working order.
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Post by Erik Itera on Dec 23, 2019 10:48:02 GMT -8
*The ships flight had caused a minor commotion among the small town the Itera Clan worked out of, though airborn visitors weren't completely unheard of to the usually isolated settlement they were still rare enough for people to pause in their daily activities and take notice. Even as the ship was settling to the ground a pair of Mandalorians had begun to make their way out of the village toward the visitor. The first of the pair was a Large man in marbled blue and red armor and a large beskar axe strapped to his back. His companion was nearly as tall but not quite as bulky, his armor black with red claw marks painted across it and a beskad at his hip. Meeting the newcomer about halfway between his ship and the town the larger man held up a hand in a not too unfriendly gesture as he spoke in a deep, calm voice.*
"Welcome to Lake Itera friend. I am Hector Itera and my companion here is Darren Sivix. To what do we owe this visit from afar? Though his tone was level with just a hint of possible friendliness anyone paying attention would be able to tell that the two Mandalorian warriors were sizing up the newcomer, waiting to see what would happen next.
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Post by Dral Marev on Dec 23, 2019 12:07:44 GMT -8
*The ships flight had caused a minor commotion among the small town the Itera Clan worked out of, though airborn visitors weren't completely unheard of to the usually isolated settlement they were still rare enough for people to pause in their daily activities and take notice. Even as the ship was settling to the ground a pair of Mandalorians had begun to make their way out of the village toward the visitor. The first of the pair was a Large man in marbled blue and red armor and a large beskar axe strapped to his back. His companion was nearly as tall but not quite as bulky, his armor black with red claw marks painted across it and a beskad at his hip. Meeting the newcomer about halfway between his ship and the town the larger man held up a hand in a not too unfriendly gesture as he spoke in a deep, calm voice.* "Welcome to Lake Itera friend. I am Hector Itera and my companion here is Darren Sivix. To what do we owe this visit from afar? Though his tone was level with just a hint of possible friendliness anyone paying attention would be able to tell that the two Mandalorian warriors were sizing up the newcomer, waiting to see what would happen next.
"Su'cuy ner vode! Sorry for the flyby, my attention was to drawn by this structure on the lake. I'm afraid I didn't notice you were there until I was already on top of you."
Dral Laughed good-naturedly. He stretched out with the Force to get a feel for the men and their intentions. They didn't feel overly aggressive, merely cautious, although the force did center around them more than an average individual.
"My clan is returning from a long journey and we are re-building our old bastion to the East. I came to check out this structure here on the lake, and when I noticed you, figured it would be polite to come introduce myself to the neighbors."
As he mentioned the structure on the lake the first time he turned slightly and motioned toward it to present his side to them. They would know that he was still watching them through the 360 degree heads up display in his buy'ce, and therefore was not taking them lightly as a potential threat, however in the light of wishing for good relations with this clan he did not want to be perceived as hostile himself. Through turning slightly, he had offered the two men the opportunity to observe his second lightsaber at the small of his back. After the motion, he turned back to face them. There, Dral thought, now they know everything I'm carrying. All the big stuff anyway. "I'd love to get the chance to speak to your Aliit'alor, see if there is anything Clan Marev can do for you, catch up on local news, and offer them an invitation to a feast once we have the great hall back up and running. We have a few projects underway at the moment that we might even be able to use your help with if you're willing. Also, we would be happy to barter or buy some seed from you once we have our fields cleared of the Veshok that grew up in them while we were away."Time to test the waters, Thought Dral."We plan to assist our first crop or two in growing with the Force in order to get our storehouses filled to a manageable level."Well, that was out there now. Time to wait for their reaction. Dral opened himself to the force to help gauge their reaction. |
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