Oyu'baat

Answering the male Mandalorian that counters Faelan's suggestion that Kylarn assemble a force to take Agamar by stating that making Mandalore secure should be made the first priority of the Mando'ade with a noncommittal shrug of his right shoulder to suggest respectful disagreement with the counter-proposal, Faelan does not immediately try to argue the point as others in his place might. While he personally feels that putting off an effort to expand is to court a deepening of the spiritual inertia he has sensed in many of his people here on Mandalore, Faelan is less interested in debating the merits of either of the proposed courses of action than he is in seeing how Kylarn will respond to the division of opinion that has arisen among the assembled Mando'ade. The man has, in Faelan's estimation, all the makings of a potential leader of their people, and so it will be telling to see how he handles the moment that has arisen.

For his part, Faelan sees no reason that his people cannot pursue several of the courses of action that have been proposed simultaneously; can not some of the Mando'ade see that Mandalore is made ready to stand strong against any who would foolishly seek to do the homeworld of the Mando'ade harm, while others look to restoring Mandal Motors to operational capacity, with others still assembling to join Kylarn in securing Agamar as a foothold for future expansion or operations? His is but, Faelan knows, one opinion, just as he knows that nothing can or will be done without the agreement of his brothers and sisters, and so he will listen for now to learn what they have to say, and he will hope that talking is not all that they will have accomplished here when all is said and done.

Momentum of the conversation had shifted quickly, there were very different opinions on the situation at hand. Even within his own mind. Everyone here had an opinion of what could be done to aid their people, and none would argue that something needed to be done. Ky looked to the barkeep once more with another nod, pointing to the bottle of Tihaar on the table as he sat back down. Clasping the short glass he was using and the bottle he poured another glass, pondering the responses they had given before he spoke again.

"Expansion is key. But timing is more important." Ky looked to Faelan with a knowing nod, hoping he would understand his next words. "I believe that as a people we should be united. If that means bringing the clans back together, then so be it. It should be done." Taking a long drink from the glass of Tihaar he sighed and looked to the remainder of the gathered voden. "I believe that we also should secure Agramar, if not now, perhaps in the near future. Funds are important, as I said before there is plenty of things we could be doing. But I do not believe our people should be stagnant. Rebuilding is obvious. Moving forward is not always obvious to everyone. Perhaps Faelan is correct that this planet is best suited for the needs of our people. We are in an odd time, we do not know which side to fight on, or what they stand for."

Looking past the group Kylarn remembered many of the battles he had engaged in, unsure of the outcome, only sure of the credits. This was how he had lived for so long, these were defining features of a man. Of a Mando'ad. Most importantly, the people of Mandalore and the clans needed strength. This was how they would become a respected warrior race once more.

"Manda'yaim. That place, old and true. Remembering those before us, those ahead of us will understand our paths. This time, we show patience. Guns ready at all times. Beskad's clenched. Rebuild. Yes, I believe we should rebuild." Ky finished his glass of Tihaar as he looked to the others, the barkeep brought another bottle of Tihaar to the table, as well as a plate of food. They had obviously been within the walls of the Oyu'baat long enough that the old man considered bringing them something of substance.

"Agramar should be taken, when the time is right, and once we know that Mandalore is secure. I also believe that there should be a garrison of Protectors on each of the sovereign planets before we move. Contact your clan leaders. We will unite the clans and hold council."

Kylarn stood from the table once more, removing himself from the group and placing his hand on Faelan's shoulder speaking to him loud enough that the rest could hear. "Your words are true ner'vod. The plan is correct, but the timing seems to be the issue. We must unite our people, or we will have no one to give the resources to."

*Abdel listens silently to the words being spoken, obviously they had known alot more about the area then he did, he was learning quickly and picking up things. He assumed it best to let them decided what must be done and he would go where he was told to, though, he should probably ask Ka'ra about it first, seeing as she was the leader of Clan Ordo. He wouldn't want to do things if they weren't approved of by the Clan, and he wasn't about to speak for her.*

Well, Kylarn, assuming that Ka'ra is okay with it, I would be willing to help in whatever ways we need. I do like the idea of helping rebuild MandalMotors. But I will defer to everyone elses very apparent greater wealths of knowledge.

After receiving the words from the two members amid the conversation Kylarn finishes his drink and nods to them as they make their way toward their duty. Pondering what he should do now he looks to the remaining and speaks what he intends. Filling the glass of Tihaar and snatching a piece of cake from the platter before him.

"I will wait for word that all have agreed to gather, there will be a time established and we clearly must agree. Make no question though, there will be decisions made. Whether it means someone puts their foot down or not. Oya!."

Taking one long drink from the glass Kylarn washed down the cake with a grin, gasping in the frigid air shortly after he looked around and smirked. They had all just happened to be in the Oyu'baat at the correct time, perhaps fate was mixing itself into the fold. Or perhaps it was just time for the Mando'ade to gather again and make their name known. Regardless of which was true, he was glad to be a part of it.

"Send me word, comms are open. I will be waiting. If I am off world, give me time to be here. Otherwise I will see the clan leaders in three days time. That should be sufficient enough time to gather clan elders and bring concerns to the meeting. I will spearhead Clan Fett, as I have not had contact with any others in quite some time I will go to Concord Dawn tonight and ensure that all is ready."

With another nod Ky picked up his buy'ce and made his way toward the exit, giving a slight nod to the barkeep to show his respect as he left, his comms had not chimed in some time. The young man he had sent to Concord Dawn would clearly be waiting for his word. Sending an automatic response to return to Mandalore Kylarn made his way through the exit and toward the hangars.

When the three days allotted for the clan leaders to discuss the many issues that have been raised has passed, the leader of clan Bralor and his Ver'alor Cabur, or lieutenant general, journey from Norg Bral to meet with the other clan leaders at the Oyu'baat in the hope of turning the great deal of talking that has been done into actions being taken that will benefit all Mando'ade.

Torin Bralor, the Be'Mando'ade Cabur or leader of clan Bralor, takes a seat at a large table as Molan, his lieutenant general, goes to get their drinks, and settles in to await the arrivals of all who will be attending the meeting he hopes will usher in a new era for the Mando'ade.

After Neassa has concluded her summation of what the Jedi had bid, Torin Bralor lifts a hand and observes with no mockery or humor evident in his tone or expression, "So our choice is between resources and credits to make the Mando'ade stronger now, or the promise of possible reward if a definitive victory is ever achieved? That is not a very difficult choice to make, vod. With the vaguest hint of a smile at the right corner of his lip, the aged, battle scarred Be'Mando'ade Cabur of clan Bralor asks dryly, Does not each side in any war believe theirs is the just cause? Who are we to say that one side is more just than the other? All war is pleasing to Kad Ha'rangir, is it not? As for the possibility the First Order might turn on us at some later date, should they ever actually achieve a final victory of course, then fighting against them will please Kad Ha'rangir as well, will it not? Why fear some remote possibility that may never come to be, or choose a lesser reward from fear of that possibility? Accepting the First Order's bid will make the Mando'ade stronger, enable us to change and grow. The Jedi offer us nothing but words and possibilities that may never come to pass. Accepting the bid of the First Order is the course of action Clan Bralor supports, what say the other Clans?"

Turning from his younger brother after asking him to prepare their ship for the coming battle, Falean returns Neassa's nod of greeting with one of his own, and then grunts to acknowledge her question, rubbing his stubbled jaw as he considers her offer. From her demeanor and tone while speaking earlier of the Jedi's bid, Faelan is somewhat surprised that Neassa is making the offer at all, for it had seemed to him that she was not in favor of fighting for the First Order, and they will be joining forces with the First Order to take Agamar. Going over what Neassa had said, both during today's meeting and before when things had been set into motion, Faelan believes that is possible that she simply does not find the First Order's overall objectives to be ones she can morally support - a curious, though not entirely unknown sentiment for a mercenary - while the campaign to secure Agamar is one that, if successful, primarily and unquestioningly benefits the Mando'ade.

From what he has heard of Neassa, she operates primarily as a bounty hunter, but has also participated in past Mando'ade efforts - most notably the not so distant battle of Yavin against the Jedi - and distinguished herself in them, and so Faelan ultimately nods with a grunt, extending a hand to the small woman as he says, "We'd be glad for the hand, vod. I'll be leading our ground forces, he explains without asking for her reasons for offering to join the campaign as he suspects from her demeanor that she is the reticent type, and can offer you a place in the platoon my brother will be commanding unless you have something more specific in mind?"