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Post by MikDaTv on Oct 28, 2009 0:19:23 GMT -5
Davros, like his men, maintained their discipline. Even Dorian who's posture suggested he was finding it difficult to maintain his position of attention managed not to join the mob. When their Mandalore asked them a question his men answered uniformly and in Mando'a without breaking posture.
Davros was extremely proud of them. A year ago they were mercenaries and outcasts. Tough and rugged individuals every one of them who had accepted the Mandalorian tradition of being some of the best mercenaries and bounty hunters in the galaxy.
Now they were a unit and an effective on at that. The Romulus was losing the best of it's crew, at least for the time being.
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Post by Elifain on Oct 28, 2009 0:27:24 GMT -5
Roland blinked as his challenge was silenced, by mandalore, and quietly listened. Whenever the mandalorians yelled, he stayed quiet, observing quietly. He stood by, watching, as the speech wound itself out, without making a sound. As it all came to a close, his arms down to his sides, Roland still stayed in the same place, staring at one mandalorian in particular. A distance away through the clearing, stood a man, in black armor, with the Drakain sigil on his left chest plate. At first, thinking it was Elifain, roland moved a few feet to go join his brother, but noticed, it was not him. The mandalorian he noticed, was a full 4 inches taller than elifain, and a little bulkier. His armor battle scarred, and the helmet, wearing a strange white "scar" leading from the joint of the T shaped visor, to the left side cheek on the faceplate. He was about to slip into the crowd around him, and move away, when he noticed the mandalorian across the way signal for him to head in that direction. He froze. standing there, 20 feet away from a living, breathing Drakain, other than him and his brother, and Roland had froze.
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Post by Zero on Oct 30, 2009 23:05:31 GMT -5
Ash stretched his arms off to the side, and felt his left shoulder pop. His newly healed bone felt odd, as it always did when it healed. He shifted his feet, leaning his mass on his left leg, and he let his right ankle twist, stretching his muscle. He did it with his left foot next.
He smiled under his helmet, glad that the Mandalorians were united again. Now Mandalore had to decide on what side of the war he was going to stand on, if any. To Ash, it was a very important decision. [/sub]
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Post by MikDaTv on Nov 4, 2009 23:02:11 GMT -5
The Zyla Bram exited hyperspace in the Mandalore system when it came in contact with the systems sun's gravity well. The Cutter Class Corvette changed directions as soon as it's engines got up to speed and she made for Mandalore at her best possible speed... which was pretty fast.
Jor Halcyon was on the bridge but not in a command position. He was busy reading a medical journal and had left the commanding to the ships captain. Out of all the ships in the Army's disposal, the Zyla Bram was his favorite.
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Post by Zilfer Of Shadows... on Nov 4, 2009 23:19:15 GMT -5
Mandalore nodded towards Bermfad, as if some hidden message had been transmitted. He nodded in response and looked out to the masses.
"Gather among your clans and choose who will represent you. We'll be holding a meeting in short time, were we will decide about pressing matters." said Mandalore as he turned and headed away into a Taung Strike Carrier, and he headed to one of the vacated rooms meant to house the representatives of each clan.
Bermfad himself stood upon the stairway leading towads the Taung Strike Carrier, making sure only those who had been choosen to pass by did so. HK-47 in his new body seemed to be merely obserbing but he had no doubt, the sadist droid was hoping for someone to make a mis-step.
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Post by Elifain on Nov 5, 2009 0:41:25 GMT -5
Roland shook his head, wearing the confusion away, as he heard mandalores proclomation, and turned back to where the other "drakain" had been standing, to find him gone. Roland looked around, hoping to catch a glimpse of the man, to no avail. He quietly looked around at the mandalorians around him, as he began to walk, wondering, why he couldn't join in the festivities like they seemed to. When he brought his attention to the path he had walked, he found it leading to the ship mandalore had gone to, and the droid, and bermfad, who stood gaurding it. Roland drakain, of the Drakain clan, reporting. Or at least, of whats left of it. He said calmly.
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Post by Zero on Nov 5, 2009 0:42:19 GMT -5
There was a small beeping sounding off in Ash's helmet, and he opened up the link. This helmet wasn't as advance as his custom helmet, he was still able to bring up the sensor and chemical reading sent by Ike, his 3PO unit who was on his nearby shuttle.
Just as Ash thought, he was the only Lightning Clan member presant here, but still to be careful, se sent out a small electronic burst, and this echolocation showed no electronic signatures that he was affiliated with, though there were more people here than he first thought.
His clan was very small now, many of them giving their lives in the wars, so Ash was his clan's representitave. Even if the rest of his small clan were here now, he would have still be chosen because of his abilities.
Head held high, the large man walked towards the Taung-class strike carrier, stopping in front of Bermfad.
Ash Lightning, representing my clan of Lightning. Until I know otherwise, I may be the last of my clan left on this planet, as I have been out of contact for some years.
He waited quietly to gain entrance into the carrier, looking down at Bermfad. He resisted the urge to look upon the man's mind with the force, as he had been with everyone else around here. For now, he kept a very small amound of electricity flowing, bairly greater than that found around the planet. It was like a passive echolocaton if one read it right, and it could preceave things much like the force. He kept himself block off from it so that no force user can find him. [/sub]
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Post by MikDaTv on Nov 5, 2009 2:55:23 GMT -5
When Mandalore left Davros turned to his mend and dismissed them. The 26 of them broke their ranks and went back to the camp to finish erecting the temporary shelters. Davros went with them to supervise and Dorian approached him with a small metal tube about 5 inches long. Davros thanked him quietly and pocketed it, then told him to go back to work helping the others.
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Post by Zilfer Of Shadows... on Nov 5, 2009 3:13:26 GMT -5
Bermfad nodded to those who passed and once everyone of the clan's representatives had been gathered he headed forward to be there as the protector of Mandalore and one of Ordo's representatives. He entered the room seeing everyone gathered around a long table with Mandalore sitting at one end.
"The matter of galatic events is the discussion. Obviously this gathering will not have gone unnoticed. We borrowed the Empire's holonet to project the message you all received with a little help from a friend. That is what I want to bring to the table, and you each may bring up your own greivances with this gathering, I'll hear it all now rather then later. The war between the Empire and the Rebels Army of Light is a war I've seen waged many times before. I see no honor in it. As of right now I'd give no quarter to either sides of the conflict. What say you all?" asked Mandalore starting off the discussion.
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Post by Zero on Nov 5, 2009 3:36:45 GMT -5
Ash was sitting near Mandalore, arms crossed. His ears itched, but he resisted the urge to remove his helmet to scratch them, so he just sat and listened to what Mandalore had to say. He had to agree wih what their leader spoke of, but there seemed to be more to this war than what some people may think.
Your right, Mandalore, this war holds no honor I have a feeling that this war will escalade into great hights unless something is to happen. The Empire holds much power, and the Army of Light's leader is smart but doesn't seem take any big actions aginst the Empire, for now, at least.
Ash was careful to choose his words. Slowly, he unlocked his arms and set his hands on the table, palms down.
Jor Halcyon, I dont know what tactiful information his mind holds. I have met him a number of times, and I know he is smart, but seems to be taking his sweet time teaching the 'next' generation of jedi. Lord Cain and Lord Nanashi are very powerful sith that no longer hold any honor. If we held a vote, I would say we enter this war and end this conflict by removing one side of this equasion. Honor is no longer in this galaxy, so now we must bring it back. We have the courage and power to do so.
The Lightning clan was known for their courage and for their lust for battle. Thats one reason why Ash was always around when there was a good fight, one way or another. Ash crossed his arms again. He held insight on both factions, being with the Empire and training with Jor. His visor faced Mandalore, and Ash's gray eyes narrowed as he waited for his leaders reply to him proposing they join the war as ther own faction. [/sub]
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Post by MikDaTv on Nov 5, 2009 3:56:24 GMT -5
The Zyla Bram settled into a nice orbit around Mandalore. Jor looked up from his medical journal and over at the Captain. "Any word yet?"
The captain addressed his com officer first before responding. "Negative. No communications so far. We'll keep an ear out for it though. They're bound to wonder what we're doing here eventually."
"Ok, try a surface scan. tune it to the Ebon Hawks specifications. Ships got some history apparently so it should be easy to find" Jor said going back to his datapad.
"In all this mess?" The Captain said incredulously. "We'd be lucky to find a light freighter even if it was painted bright orange. We can't find anything. Mandalorians make good warriors, not air traffic control men."
Jor shrugged. "well then do your best Captain. It gives the crew something to do while we wait."
The Captain shrugged and went about issuing the orders to the sensor crew.
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Post by Cain on Nov 5, 2009 21:47:25 GMT -5
Hatori and Karite's Longsword exited hyperspace above Mandalore and began to descend softly. Hatori sat patiently in the pilots chair as Karite piloted the ship down.
"There's a lot of activity on the surface..." Karite said, "a high concentration of ships landed here, by this lake."
"It's as good a place to start as any," Hatori answered. As their Longsword set itself down it wasn't alone, there were a good deal of others and hundreds of Mandalorians gathered about as if waiting for something. Hatori stepped off the Longsword become a bit of a strange sight among so many warriors, a boy wrapped in white robes armed with nothing more then a lightsaber.
"So..." Hatori began, scanning the crowd slowly, "how do we know which one is Mandalore?"
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Post by Zilfer Of Shadows... on Nov 5, 2009 22:05:58 GMT -5
"Never took history lessons much did you?" said Karite shaking his head for a moment and they began to move towards the center. Mandalorians were everywhere, some in armor some out, some carried the oddest assortment of weapons. Karite and Hatori were some of the most unusual looking characters but there had been many people who had answered the call and had never been mandalorians before these people came from many different backgrounds and it was no surprised to see ones such as Karite and Hatori. "We look for the one with the Mask of Mandalore, but I get the feeling their in that ship over there that everyone keeps looking too."
Inside the ship, Mandalore took off his helmet finally and someone whispered something in his ear and he nodded. "Let them know where to find us, if they are looking for Ebon Hawk their most likely looking for me." said Mandalore to the messager who ran off to go give the information to the communication deck to let the Zyla Bram in the air know exactly the position of Mandalore.
He then turned his attention back upon the current topic, Ash of the Lightning clan spoke at length about it however it was unclear of which side he supported. "So then was it Ash? Which side have you thrown your support too? The matter needs to be taken care of so this galaxy can catch it's breath for the next few years, however picking a side will have certain implications, and consequences." said Mandalore wondering where the other Mandalorian's stood on this.
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Post by Cain on Nov 5, 2009 22:11:33 GMT -5
"Hmm... back on Nar Shaddaa we saw many Mandalorians, but they all looked the same to me," Hatori responded quietly enough so that only Karite could really hear, he kept his arms hidden beneath his white robes, his empty sleeves swaying in the breeze. Even though there were an abundance of strange characters all around, something about mechanical skeletal prosthesis seemed a bit conspicuous.
"So you wanna knock, or should I?"
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Post by Zilfer Of Shadows... on Nov 5, 2009 22:20:56 GMT -5
"I think wings may be a bit much, go ahead and knock." said Karite refering to his bound wings beneath his robes. They had approached the ship and it was being guarded by a rather large droid in the seven foot range. "Something tells me it's not supposed to let anything pass. At least.... not in this dimension."
Karite glanced around before casualy leaning out towards the shadows and enveloping himself in the darkness of the void. Flash, the world was now empty. Shadow seemed to fall upon everywhere in the void and the sun high in the sky was black as he walked into the ship probing with the force to where the most focused force was. Once he was outside the enterance he dropped from the void outside and leaned against the wall waiting for Hatori.
"After you knock.... try and be nice." said Karite.
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