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Post by Aya D'Ordinii on May 18, 2020 17:44:25 GMT -8
=Mando Government Functions== <<108PP (118 ABY); O7 Sector, Mandalore, Keldade, MandalMotors Hall>>
Aya was actually somewhat surprised by Kryze's sudden withdraw from the debate. As well as the heaping piles of sarcasm that was his reply to the light chastisement for his careless insult. Regardless, the result was clearly in favor of Dral now. As he stood without opposition.
-Aya Very well. Dral Marev, you have been chosen as the next Mandalore. All hail Mandalore the Gardener!
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Post by Aya D'Ordinii on Apr 24, 2020 0:11:40 GMT -8
==Mando Government Functions== <<108PP; O7 Sector, Mandalore, Keldade, MandalMotors Hall>>
She had spotted the old face (for lack of a better term) in the crowd well before now, but didn't expect Damocles to take another turn with the helm. He was a solid & respectable figure of authority. Something that had become rare in the highest levels of Mandalorian politics, such as they were. The other speaker was a new come that neither she nor her quickly checked records had any solid intel on. She managed to contain a snort of amusement at being listed as 'beloved'. Either he didn't pay much attention to politics, or he was trying to win favor points. Possibly he was just being polite though. If nothing else, he was a good speaker. But the lack of any real history or proof of his skills as a leader cast a doubt in her mind. Fortunately for him, it wouldn't be up to just her.
-Aya Damocles, Tor-Ellyas. You both are recognized as having made claim on the helm. Are there any others that seek the helm?
The question was likely a formality, as she didn't expect any others to step forward this moment. Though she could think of one or two others that might try anyway.
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Post by Aya D'Ordinii on Mar 20, 2020 16:00:39 GMT -8
==Mando Government Functions== <<108PP; O7 Sector, Mandalore, Keldade, MandalMotors Hall>>
After giving the gathered group a few minutes to make announcements, few of which were of anything of importance, Aya prepared to drop her bomb shell.
-Aya Clan lords, I have held this position for a few years now. I have made great progress in sorting out the extensive backlog of small requests & general paperwork that seems to have attached itself to the office & set up an automated system that should aid those that follow me in this role. I have reached out to many of the clans with offers of technology, resources & other aid. Some have accepted these offers, many have not. I have reached the end of what I sought to do when I claimed the helm. There is more I could do, but it would require forcing others to submit to what I think is best for their clans. This is not our way.
For this, & other more personal reasons I shall not name now, I am stepping down from the position of Mand'alor. With my last act being calling for the nomination & voting on the next Mand'alor. While it has often been our tradition to duel for the helm, it is a tradition I would see broken. & anyone that seeks such an action shall have to face me personally, After which, we will resume with the voting.
The tone was fairly mild, but the implication was clear. No challenges based on violence would be accepted as legitimate during this particular meeting. Anyone that wanted the helm would have to gain the support of the other clan lords to claim it.
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Mar 11, 2020 23:44:05 GMT -8
Post by Aya D'Ordinii on Mar 11, 2020 23:44:05 GMT -8
<<107 PP; R6 Sector, Felucia>>
She smiles at the Jedi Master's seeming agreement to a tour. She hadn't been entirely certain if it would be allowed. While the Mandos & the jedi had a long & often bloody history, her own clan had a, much more complex & often personal history with the order & its many branches.
-Aya Perfectly understandable, though in turn I must warn you that he carries his own supply most of the time.
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Post by Aya D'Ordinii on Feb 26, 2020 9:12:12 GMT -8
=Mando Government Functions== <<108PP; O7 Sector, Mandalore, Keldade, MandalMotors Hall>>
WIth that, the majority of the major clans had made their will known.
-Aya Very well. I am hereby officially announcing the creation of the MDC under the direction of Galaar Fett.
Aya gave it a short time to quiet back down. Like any meeting of mandalorians, it usually stayed just this side of an open riot. This was probably not helped by the fact the hall made a habit of circulating free booze during sessions like this.
-Aya I am now opening the floor to any other announcements, requests or statements. Following which, I will have an announcement of my own.
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Post by Aya D'Ordinii on Feb 17, 2020 22:53:17 GMT -8
=Mando Government Functions== <<108PP; O7 Sector, Mandalore, Keldade, MandalMotors Hall>>
The representative for D'Ordinii had no doubts about how the alor would vote if she wasn't pulling referee for this party.
- 21-35-28 Oya
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Post by Aya D'Ordinii on Feb 16, 2020 20:02:24 GMT -8
=Mando Government Functions== <<108PP; O7 Sector, Mandalore, Keldade, MandalMotors Hall>>
Aya nods at the response. It was a fairly well thought out, though there were still issues to be solved.
-Aya Aliit'alore, I leave this to you to decide. Barring any further questions, I'm calling for an immediate vote on the issue at hand. All in favor say Oya. All opposed say Nayc.
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Post by Aya D'Ordinii on Jan 15, 2020 22:29:59 GMT -8
=Mando Government Functions== <<108PP; O7 Sector, Mandalore, Keldade, MandalMotors Hall>>
There was a quick flurry of messages back & forth between Aya & the representative for Or'dinii. This was, after all a rather unusual case & it would require the functional support of the Alor, not just a high ranking official speaking in her name. At least within the clan itself. Fortunately, they were both in agreement as to what the clan itself should do.
The droid 21-35-28 had been a long time fixture in the Hall as the usual representative for Or'dinii. It was known that many clans had issue with Mechs, but given their population numbers within the clan, it was only reasonable that one would be chosen as one of the three on call representatives.
- 21-35-28 The MDC has the full support of Clan Or'dinii. An audit will be held. Once that is complete, a budget of warships, weapons, equipment & prefabricated garrisons will be forwarded to the MDC command staff for review & choice.
While it seemed a small enough statement, the unstated implication was that a huge number of warships & other military gear would soon be making its way from the unknown reaches to be redeployed in defense of all mandalorians. As was his logical way, he turned to the next point that had been raised.
- 21-25-28 The Iron Guard of clan Or'dinii has long wielded this weapon in defense of our clan. As it seems the tides are finally shifting against the bias against these vode in the broader Assembly, Clan Or'dinii will be pleased to lend personnel, resources & assistance with training to the Mandalorian Knights in their time of need.
At this point, Aya stepped in. While she had approved the previous grants, she still had to raise questions that would be important in many ways.
-Aya Alor Fett, while your motion is a reasonable & welcome one, I must ask how command of this military force will be handled. Will you personally be in charge of it? Will it be a board of various members? Who has the right to call for aid from this group? How will those requests be handled? There have been many cases in our long history that one clan or another was seen as disrespectful, out of favor, or even dar'manda by the clans at large, despite no fault of their own. I point out our own newly rejoined Clan Marev as such one example. Who is to decide who is & isn't under the protection of the MDC?
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Post by Aya D'Ordinii on Jan 5, 2020 18:06:54 GMT -8
=Mand'alor's Paperwork Woes== <<108PP; O7 Sector, Mandalore, Keldade, MandalMotors Hall>>
Aya was present as well, The demands of the office had meant that she had little enough time to return to her home & directly manage the issues that were cropping up there more & more often of late. The Ordinii envoy standing in for her as clan head was also present, as it would be weird to be trying to hold both positions at once. This way she could focus on doing what is best for the entire assembly, & the envoy would take care of what was best for the clan.
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Dec 11, 2019 0:52:04 GMT -8
Post by Aya D'Ordinii on Dec 11, 2019 0:52:04 GMT -8
<<107 PP; R6 Sector, Felucia>>
The duke smiled at that.
-Duke Perfectly understandable. There are areas in our own academies that we don't allow outsiders. Both for security & for their own protection. Hopefully, we will be able to return the favor some day & grant a tour of our own. If I may, I would like to introduce my chief staff.
The other five figures in shining silver armor straighten up a little at the mention of them.
-Duke My lorekeeper, Earl Amdee Or'dinii.
the female with the swamp design armor & book nods in greeting.
-Duke My Surveyor, Earl Boaz Gal.
This was the figure in the drunken armor. He didn't seem to notice that anyone was talking about him. Or at least didn't care.
-Duke This is Earl Term Bor'gota, my Chief Alchemist.
The figure in the equation carved armor waves cheerfully.
-Duke Earl Fareeha Or'dinii is head of our medical branch.
The second female, the one with the smaller than normal hammer, nodded politely, but did little else.
-Duke Finally, Earl Jah'khas McGee is in charge of combat training.
The last was the one in scale patterned armor, & was also (perhaps unsurprisingly) the one that felt mildly angry.
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Post by Aya D'Ordinii on Dec 7, 2019 1:41:57 GMT -8
<<107 PP; R6 Sector, Felucia>>
The duke looked relived that this hadn't gone poorly so far. He hadn't ever interacted with a jedi himself, but he was well aware of the colored history between the two groups.
-Duke Not officially, sir. Though I will admit I would love to get a tour of your facilities, if possible. I do admit I'm curious to see the differences in the way our two orders go about the Force. Both in training & in concept.
Behind him the entire group seemed to relax a fraction. It was well known the duke wasn't the most diplomatic person. But he did take his duties seriously enough. Aya herself seemed perfectly content to lurk in the background for the moment, as matters of the force were firmly outside her realm of understanding.
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Post by Aya D'Ordinii on Dec 3, 2019 0:21:37 GMT -8
<<107 PP; R6 Sector, Felucia>>
-Aya Thank you, Grand Master Calmcacil. I am here to rectify what would appear to be an accounting error in my clan's books. I before we continue I must make clear that I am hear solely in in the name of my own clan.
When she saw that he understood this wasn't something of relating directly between their two governments, but instead one smaller sub-group talking directly to another. She continued.
-Aya May I present Duke Pirtei Nithius, Master of the Iron Guard.
One of the six figures in what looked at first to be shining silver armor stepped forward to join the conversation. At a closer glance it was clear the armor was a powersuit much in the style of the old clone blaze troopers of the GAR, but plated completely in Ultrachrome. Each of the six was armed with an oversized hammer, but not of them seemed to have any inclination to draw them.
Each of the six suits was heavily ornamented in bas-relief, seemingly inspired by some concept, animal or thing. The man that had stepped forward wore armor worked so that if brought to mind a large & particularly stubborn nerf, With a the head of his hammer shaped like one of those beast's horns. A female near the side of the grouping had armor covered in a thick tangle of vines & other vegetation, though a closer look showed a wide varity of small animals lurking within the plants. She had a large tome or covered datapad hanging from one hip by a pair of chains, & a hammer worked to look like a rotted tree stump. The man next to her had each plate of his armor carved with scenes of drunken revelry, parties, & similar happy debauchery. His hammer was carved to look like an oversized drinking mug, including a hollow at the rear that looked like it wasn't unfamiliar with being used as a tankard. The next had armor covered in alchemical symbols, mathematical equations & various circuit diagrams, all worked so that one flowed into the next across his entire body. A giant piston head was the form his hammer took. The next was decorated in abstract spirals & whorls that seemed to shift & move with ever slight change in position. Her hammer was much smaller than the two handed variants mauls the others carried, & had the same twisting, shifting pattern on its curved form. The final one was surprisingly simple in that it was merely made to look as though it were covered in tens of thousands of small scales. The hammer of this last man was shaped like a rearing serpent.
When brushed with the force it would quickly become apparent that all six were skilled in the force. The sense from each varied, but they all maintained a strange sort of unity. Each seemed lightly engrossed in some emotion or other. Three were amused, one was annoyed, & two were curious. All three however shared the same sort of over all 'zen in motion' sort of feeling about them. As if any second they could dip further into their emotions for a rush of power, or pull further back for more clarity. The Duke was one of the curious ones, apparently using that emotion to heighten his awareness of everything that was happening in the hanger. With a curt wave from the duke, the crates began floating forward.
Before he spoke, his helmet folded up away from his face. It was an odd sort of movement & left him looking like he was wearing a very high backed collar, but it did well enough in showing his rather pale skin, & the small ridge of horns on his forehead. He looked an earnest enough type, like someone that was fine with hard work as long as there was some point to it all.
-Duke Nithius Master Calmcacil, during a routine audit it was .... discovered that my order had a number of objects & artifacts stored in one of our vaults which by all rights do not belong to us. The majority of these artifacts were seize as loot in various military actions in the earlier years of my clan & many were instrumental in the foundation of my own order. Those that were not seize in combat were purchased through various underworld sources over the years. I am here at the behest of my clan chief to offer the return of your property.
It was fairly clearly a scripted speech, though possibly one he had been forced to write for himself. As he was talking, the other Iron Guard members opened up the various crates in display. In addition to the six chests of six holocrons each (packed in tight shipping foam to prevent any chance of damage), there was an entire crate of what looked like nearly a hundred lightsabers (many of which displayed damage, but all looked like they had been cared for since then), The last four crates were filled with a collection of books, scrolls, & various other artifacts with connections to the jedi order. With his speech out of the way, it looked like he was waiting for a reply in one direction or another.
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Dec 1, 2019 23:14:17 GMT -8
Post by Aya D'Ordinii on Dec 1, 2019 23:14:17 GMT -8
<<107 PP; R6 Sector, Felucia>>
The BC-714 settled down with a muffled thump that rattled everything inside slightly. True, flying the diplomatic flagship of the Clan was a great honor. But the crews assigned to it spent a very large amount of their time sitting around on call, since Aya rarely made use of the craft. She debated briefly having an aide see about increasing their simulator time to keep them sharp, but it might just be simpler to not maintain a standing duty crew. Instead perhaps there could be a rotation system to keep the pilots on active ships more.
She was still musing on this plan as the collective entourage exited the ship into the hanger bay, trailed by the 11 crates on a repulsor sled. The ship crew itself remained on the ship, but the rest of the staff followed her dutifully down in to the home of one of their more traditional foes.
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Post by Aya D'Ordinii on Dec 1, 2019 22:59:17 GMT -8
<<107 PP; R6 Sector, Felucia>>
The unarmed ship waited patiently while the traffic control system took its time in giving them clearance. It was obvious, but expected, that they sudden arrival would cause at least some stir. Aya had been hoping that the measure of showing up in the Clan's diplomatic class starship & without apparent escort would help smooth over many issue. & it seems to have worked as the ship was eventually given clearance to land.
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Post by Aya D'Ordinii on Dec 1, 2019 2:49:39 GMT -8
<<107 PP; R6 Sector, Felucia>>
It was probably just some sensor ghost or program chain lurking deep in her systems, but she always felt odd in hyperspace. As though people had no right to be intruding there. As if something was watching. But a moment later, Aya felt the usual stutter as the ship returned to the normality of space. As hard to pin point & slow to arrive as they were, the feelings vanished within an instant of the ship exiting hyperspace. With a small shrug, she return her focus to the mission that was at hand. She was not the only one in the ship, though give the nature of what she had decided, she was probably the least unhappy of those involved.
Besides herself, two members of the diplomatic branch, & the crew of the ship itself. There were three Praetorians, the loyal guardians that watched & protected her every moment. Along with half a dozen of the most senior members of the Iron Guard. This number included Duke Pirtei Nithius, the master of their order. In addition were eleven crates with a cargo that the Iron Guard members were upset to be deprived of. The functional contents of what was being returned, mostly in the form of the data stored, had long since been copied by clan scientists. But even with the object having sat untouched in vaults for years, it still felt wrong to many of the Iron Guard.
-Flight Crew Jedi Temple Felucia, this is DO-BC-1 Radiant Watcher. Requesting clearance to land. We have the Mand'alor on board.
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Post by Aya D'Ordinii on May 7, 2019 9:56:18 GMT -8
==Mand'alor's Paperwork Woes== <<108PP; O7 Sector, Mandalore, Keldade, Oyu'baat, Mand'alor's Office>>
Aya thinks over his suggestion for a few moments. With the break down of the Alliance, few of the worlds near them had any sort of outside help they could rely on. While some of her reports indicated First Order activity of a wide net of planets, there was no solid proof to any of the reports. Just hearsay & rumor. From a ground level view, it seemed as if the Order had merely crushed the Alliance for the sake of destruction, leaving the ashes to fall where they may.
On one hand, it meant operating in the dark, without any solid intel on just what the potential targets would be able to bring to bear. On the other, it meant a target rich environment full of independent star systems, rogue warlords & pirate kings. Which had long been the purview of the Southern reaches of the galaxy. It was a situation that was surprisingly comfortable. After a few moment she nods.
-Aya Very well. But I want this kept quiet. I don't want our nation to be branded as pirates & looters feasting right after the fall. I want no more than five targets. Teams should be volunteer only & kept small.
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Post by Aya D'Ordinii on Apr 24, 2019 11:34:37 GMT -8
==Mand'alor's Paperwork Woes== <<108PP; O7 Sector, Mandalore, Keldade, Oyu'baat, Mand'alor's Office>>
She tapped briefly on a data pad to pull up the current status of the planet's orbital lanes. It wasn't always the most up to date, but it worked well enough most of the time.
-Aya The majority of it, yes. It seems a small task force had been dispatched from it a while back & hasn't yet returned.
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Post by Aya D'Ordinii on Apr 24, 2019 11:24:48 GMT -8
==Bloodline SL== <<85 PP, Requiem Sector>>
Kaddak seemed to think about it for a few moments.
-Kaddak The better part of eighty years now. Father calls me an early bloomer. I managed to clone myself & join with myself when I was five.
Despite the possible confusion of terms being employed, he was sharing that he had managed to not only grow a fully functional copy of himself, but also then proceeded to fuse the two minds into one whole using technology. All at age five.
Aya produced a small datacron from a pocket & flipped it toward Kaddak. It was snapped neatly out of the air before that body headed toward one bank of machinery.
-Aya which brings us neatly to why we are all here today. I'm not going to be producing any on my own, so I'm taking a second option.
As the datacron is plugged into the system, a scroll of data starts streaming upward. A few moments later & there are six sets of data scrolling up into the air near the terminal. The first three are obvious, the old man himself is there, along with Aya & surprisingly enough Non. One of the other three is a woman Non would not meet for a great many more years, over a game of cards. The second was a frumpy, if average looking man taking a swig from a flask. The last was [info pending OOC talks].
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Post by Aya D'Ordinii on Apr 23, 2019 18:07:05 GMT -8
==Bloodline SL== <<85 PP, Requiem Sector>>
The look she shot the gung would have burned a hole in plasteel.
-Aya I could always use you as fertilizer in here to encourage some growth. I'm talking about all of this. A barren world in one of the most barren areas of space, transformed.
It was true enough. What had been a lifeless rock spinning in the world was now world not only home to trillions of sentient beings. But also hundreds of biodomes ensuring the survival of any number of biomes from across the galaxy. Even these idle parks employed the better part of three quarters of a million beings each, plus the various services provided by other beings in support of those park workers living in in the dome & in the small enclaves below it.
However, time was fleeting as ever. Even just as a second to her father, time was ever limited. She still had a task to finish in the time she had hidden away from the rest of the galaxy. Fortunately, the entire area had a network of rapid transit tubes beneath it. Mostly they helped the local towns located in the framework around the biodome. But they could also be used by visitors to the domes. It made for a nice quick journey back to the habitation spires that most of the ground based population resided in. Of course, they weren't going to one, exactly, more in the outskirts in the sprawling complex of factories, complexes & R&D stations.
The one in particular they were heading for was Kaddak's personal work station. Once they were back in the more technical surroundings, Kaddak looked much more at ease. The work station itself was a mass of half finished experiments, ongoing research projects, & holographic displays showing a more information that could be rapidly processed. Glittering banks of tanks filled with several different colors of fluids spread outward from walls, filled with an unbelievable range of growing ... things. Desks & shelves overflowed with mechanical objects ranging in complexity from childlike to eldritch. The different between the barely controlled chaos of his work station to the subtle calm of its owner could not be more pronounced if it had been intentional. It was also clearly the domain of someone well versed in cloning, genetic manipulation, cybernetics & all other manner of creating & enhancing life.
-Kaddak Welcome, to my la-bore-a-tory.
There was a pause for effect between the first & second word, as well as the careful pronunciation of the last. It was obviously a reference to something, but was said dead pan enough that it just might have been unintentional. That or a running joke with between him & Aya.
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Post by Aya D'Ordinii on Apr 22, 2019 17:20:06 GMT -8
==Bloodline SL== <<85 PP, Requiem Sector>>
Kaddak was the first to reply, in tones as level & simple as if he had been a standing in a board room with a power point floating in the air behind him.
-Kaddak Just under one hundred & fifty kilometers across. Roughly fourteen thousand square kilometers. No major water bodies. Local humidity maintained at eighty-nine percent. Two thousand seven hundred & forty two bafforr groves. Over twelve hundred resident species. Ninety-four percent maintained at a local equilibrium. Six percent requiring regular clone supplementation. On duty staff of nearly two hundred thousand, with extensive drone labor.
It was about that point that Aya cut across his list with a simple rebut.
-Aya All of which fails to convey it. & all of which is worth it. Personally? I see what the clan can some day become. A few moments at a time, stolen from the future.
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