Oyu'baat

Reaching out to clasp Faelan's hand when he extends it, Neassa shakes it firmly as she explains simply, "Just want to do my part, so where ever you can use me suits me fine. Any idea how soon we'll be moving out?"

Head nods apparently the greeting du jour, Neassa nods silently to greet Ka'ra when the teen introduces herself, and then later shakes her head after Faelan concludes his sit rep by asking if she has anything to add to what he has said. "Think he's covered it all, Neassa offers in Mando'a, and then arches an eyebrow inquisitively as she asks Ka'ra, Unless you have any questions?"

Faelan, a rare smile, sympathetic rather than amused, curling a corner of his lip upwards as he lifts a hand to suggest that Ka'ra's apology for her outburst is unnecessary, has something in his gaze that may, if one is attentive enough to it, unintentionally reveal that he, too, harbors his own well of bitterness related to the war Ka'ra mentions when explaining the origins of her spirited question of why she should fight for either side of the war that the Mando'ade had sensed gathering on the horizon. The small smile, and the sadness and bitterness in his pale blue eyes, have both subsided by the time Faelan tells Ka'ra in Mando'a, "Take whatever time you need." Ka'ra has not had the time the other Clan leaders, informed of the developing situation and the possible opportunities presented by it before the gathering today, have had in which to decide which course of action seems the wiser, and Faelan has no desire to press her to make her own decision in haste.

Reminding himself of Ka'ra's position, Faelan resists his somewhat paternal instinct to offer the younger woman his sympathy for the pain he can glean lays behind her bitterness, or to offer his advice where letting bitterness or anger taint one's decisions is concerned, and confines himself to saying only, "If you have other questions that need answering in order to come to your decision, I will give you my comm frequency so that you can reach me. Nodding towards Torin, the leader of Clan Bralor, Faelan adds, Or if you would prefer the counsel of another Clan leader, I am sure Torin would gladly offer his to you as well."

Neassa doesn't answer Ka'ra's question immediately; the arched eyebrow that greets the inquiry suggestive of surprise that her opinion is being sought at all, and the expression that follows suggestive of giving the matter some thought rather than simply spouting off whatever comes to mind in the wake of the question. While she has led others into battle in the past, Neassa is no Clan leader, and has operated alone for the majority of her life, with only herself to consider where questions of morality or repercussions are concerned.

After organizing her thoughts and trying her best to find the right way to express her feelings in an unbiased manner, Neassa says carefully, "I say that it is usually a good practice to give some thought to what it is a course of action will help bring into being as well as what rewards are offered for following it. Sometimes, she adds after a brief pause in which she debates whether or not to add something closer to a personal opinion, it pays to give some real thought to what living with a decision could mean." Having fought in the not so distant Mandalorian Crusades, following the orders of the Mand'alor without question just as the Resol'nare requires of her, Neassa knows all too well what it means to fight for a cause that requires violating a personal code, and which also involves sowing the seeds of something that will, for good or ill, have long lasting effects for not only one's people, but on the universe as a whole. Helping the Imperials, in Neassa's opinion, is not only about what material or monetary benefits it brings to the Mando'ade, but also about what it means to aid the Imperials in striving to spread throughout the universe.

Ka'ra, unenviably in Neassa's eyes, is in a position that requires her to choose courses of action for not only herself, but for her Clan as a whole; and it is to be hoped that even one so young can bear that burden in mind at times such as these.

Neassa, after nodding a farewell to Ka'ra, offers the younger vod a smile accompanied by a shake of her head when it is suggested that she has been a bother, hoping that the gesture dispels the idea that their conversation had been at all unwelcome or irksome. "Ret'urcye mhi, Neassa tells Kara, and then returns her attention to Faelan, recalling that he had not yet answered her earlier question regarding when he anticipates they will depart for Agamar. Has Torin, she nods towards the Bralor Clan leader, given you any indication of how soon he plans on deploying?" Neassa, who lives a far from sedentary existence, has little in the way of affair to put in order prior to leaving for a battle which, as with any battle, could prove to be her last, but is also possessed of a nature that leads her to strive for as much order as she can impose upon her otherwise nomadic and often unpredictable life.

Giving Lorcan a blank look rather than responding to his blathering, Neassa returns her attention to Faelan after he interrupts his sibling. Nodding, Neassa says, "Sounds like a plan. Readying herself for the battle won't take much time at all, Neassa's meticulous readiness something that Plu had instilled in her, and that her career as a bounty hunter has only made all the more ingrained. I'll be ready," Neassa assures Faelan, giving him a nod of farewell before turning to leave.

Lifting her buy'ce onto her head as she nears the exit, Neassa heads out and begins making her way back to her ship to gather her gear so that she can begin ensuring that it is all prepped and ready for when they depart for Agamar.

Kaalin sat still, clenched in a loose grip was a large glass of ne'tra gal. He stared at the glass for a few minutes, his mind wandering through memories as if it was a holo projection. Kaalin's trance was suddenly stopped, his attention diverted to a vod behind him. Kyrien Karr stood tall behind him, his beskar'gam glowing with polished green paint. Kyrien tightened his grip on Kaalin's shoulder, ushering for him to stand up beside him.

"I don't mean to disturb you Vod, but..."

Kaalin patted the man on his arm, only to fold his arms afterwards in curiosity. "Your presence is always welcome Kyrien."

Kyrien held his helmet tight under his right arm, clenching it slightly as he spoke. "The Aliit are beginning to mobilize Aliit'alor, we need to answer the call."

Kaalin smirked, the thought of battle quickly swarmed his thoughts. "Where have our Vod decided to go?"

Kyrien paused for a moment, but pushed back his inner thoughts. "The First Order."

Kaalin couldn't believe it, after all thats happened over the past few years. The Mandalorians have always been at war with users of the force, whether it was with the Light, or the Dark. His thoughts wandered, trying to come up with something rational to say.

"Mobilize our forces al'verde, we need to be ready at any moment. I want our verd to be ready within the next few rotations."

Kyrien nodded, he placed his helmet back on and made his way towards the door. Before he could exit, Kaalin called for his attention once more.

"Be ready Kyrien, Aliit Karr is going to akaan."

Kyrien nodded once more, and quickened his pace out the door. Kaalin looked back to his now empty drink, a smug look draped across his face. He grabbed the glass quickly and raised it into the air. "DRINK UP MY VOD, AKAAN IS COMING!" A roar erupted from the remainder of the Mandalorians inside the 'Baat. He turned towards the bartender and ushered his glass towards him. Kaalin had a lot to think about, strategy, logisitics...his excitement was almost overbearing. He grabbed the ne'tra gal from the bartender and quickly chugged it as fast as he could. A breath of air quickly followed, a few verd standing nearby erupted into cheers and excitement. Kaalin waved his hand around feverishly and made his way towards the door. If he was going to war, he needed to prepare. He exited the 'Baat shortly after, and made his way towards Keldabe, where his vod would call home.

Telarial enters the bar and takes a seat in the back right corner of the place. From her vantage point she can see every entrance and exit. Her grim expression is lost beneath her blue mandalorian battle helmet. Her armor is slightly scarred and scratched. A testament to the fact that she has seen her fair share of war. She remains seated and silently takes in her surroundings and looks for any sign of trouble. Twin blaster pistols remain holstered on her thigh guards and a Jedi lightsaber is clipped to her belt.

Were it not for the fact that he is trying to impress a lovely flame haired lass, Lorcan might have left the young Mandalorian to his own devices, but as he figures playing the part of a total white hat might help his efforts to get to know the red head a bit better, he excuses himself and strides over to where A'den has all but collapsed, nodding a silent greeting towards a female Mandalorian he spots seated in corner and appearing to be watching things silently.

Offering the fallen lad a hand, Lorcan, a thirty seven year old human male standing at 5'11 and armored in blue beskar'gam, smiles his most charming smile as he checks to see that the red head is watching and catches her eye as he tells A'den in Mando'a, "Let me give you a hand there little buddy, and then helps him to his feet. Making sure the lad is steady, Lorcan bends down to retrieve the rifle that was dropped, and then helps A'den to the bench where he and his red head have been sitting and chatting. Gar shuk meh kyrayc *, Lorcan jokes as he pats the lad on the shoulder once he has helped him sit, and then, motioning for the redhead to get the lad some water to drink, asks A'den, Me'bana, ad'ika? **"




* You're no use dead

** What happened, lad?