Aeleus Vizsla
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Post by Aeleus Vizsla on Aug 6, 2014 12:08:01 GMT -8
Aeleus raised his head and acknowledged the Mand'alor with a nod. He tensed up when Ashrah slapped him on the shoulder, but relaxed soon after. He was more surprised that the leader of their people was starting the meeting off with a beer. He mentally shrugged. If he had been in a similar situation, he may want to drink as well. In fact he had just drank a glass a Tihaar, but he was barely buzzed.
Aeleus turned and looked around at those gathered. He then looked to Fenri and shrugged. He did not know anyone here by name, besides Ashrah, Fenri, and Ezakk. He was a stranger on his own homeworld, among his own people.
"Perhaps he is waiting to make a more dramatic entrance?"
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Galaar Vhett
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Post by Galaar Vhett on Aug 6, 2014 12:14:20 GMT -8
Fenri Fett calmly watches as Aeleus boldly approaches the Mand'alor and speaks with him. The Fett decides to approach where Aeleus and Ashrah were. He followed the traditional Mandalorian salute, smacking his right fist against his chest. His helmet was beneath his armpit as the Mandalorian stands somewhat behind the two.
Su'cuy, Mand'alor Ashrah. I am Fenri of Clan Fett...and probably the only Fett who heard Cathair's message since I have heard no word of my fellow brethren from Concord Dawn nor my aliit'alor, Corr Vhett.
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Cathaoir Ordo
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Post by Cathaoir Ordo on Aug 6, 2014 16:24:30 GMT -8
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Hileo Bui'tsad
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Post by Hileo Bui'tsad on Aug 17, 2014 16:38:29 GMT -8
the quartet of vods from clan Son'tir continue to converse amongst themselves.
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Post by Sunrise Latakia on Sept 3, 2014 21:04:40 GMT -8
The doors to the tapcafe banged open as a Mando armored in black from buy'ce to taab entered. With a walk that made her gender obvious to those who cared to look, Sunrise wandered through the crowd and found a seat at the bar. With a hiss, her hands found the release for her buy'ce, releasing her long black hair from its confinement, and clipped the helm to her belt. Her eyes met the bartender's.
Tihaar. Lor'vram Kandosii! She smiled at him. A few nearby vode chuckled, one raised his glass in salute. Sunrise gave him a nod, accepting the tumbler of fiery Mando spirit from the bartender. She took a sip, then spun on her stool to face the gathered Mandos, having a look around to see who else was here.
Tihaar let her settle herself from the long ride into town from the farm. Hours on a speeder bike got boring, and the blazing warmth and electric tingle the sip of tihaar gave her was just what the baar'ur ordered. She didn't allow alcohol on the farmstead. The workers had a tendency to indulge during their day, which caused accidents, and overindulge after their shift, which caused worker shortages. Allowing it only when on leave made the farm run smoothly, even if she missed it herself every so often.
Sunrise had come all the way into Keldabe not for the tihaar, but for the vode. It was good to keep abreast of what was going on with her people, and with the rest of the galaxy as a whole. It was too easy to think her isolated farmstead was too remote to be affected by the wider world. She knew better. The Mandalorians had learned that during Shysa's time. The Empire hadn't cared how remote they were. Later, the Vongese and their calling cards had shown Mando'ade they could rely only on themselves. Especially after the reconstruction funding had never made it anywhere near the Mandalore Sector. The Shabla Aruetiise looked after themselves. Her vode would need to do the same.
She indulged in a second sip, so quick after the first, then, sighing, let the tumbler rest on her lap. Oya.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 4, 2014 14:46:24 GMT -8
When it seemed like everyone had arrived, and with both Ashrah and Cathaoir quite distracted, the holo walker moved out to the front of the gathered group, as the holo image of Goran cleared his throat. Although he would have preferred to attend in person, his work load had kept him physically away, but thankfully he was able to still appear via a call
Olarom ner vod! Without further ado, I think it best we get this meeting of aliit'alor's underway!
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Aeleus Vizsla
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Post by Aeleus Vizsla on Sept 4, 2014 20:16:43 GMT -8
Aeleus turned his attention from the Mandalore to the holo-walker droid and bowed his head down in respect to the hologram of Goran.
"If the representative for Clan Vizsla is missing in action, I wish to take the place as a stand in aliit'alor. Our clan deserves representation in this meeting, and if and when the true aliit'alor shows himself, I will concede my position. I am more than qualified for the task."
Aeleus lifted his hands slowly up to his buy'ce and removed his helmet, revealing himself as a Taung. He tucked his buy'ce under his arm, his head still lowered to the hologram, awaiting approval.
"Though I fear I may be a bit out of practice when it comes to politics. What is the first order of business that needs to be attended to?"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 16, 2014 4:19:48 GMT -8
Goran gave a look around the room when Aeleus made his request to act as the representative for Clan Vizsla, seeing if anyone would object, but when no one did, he gave a nod of his head in confirmation. It seemed Goran was going to need to keep things moving, most likely because he had taken it upon himself to get this meeting underway to begin with
Since no one objects, you may act as the representative until the aliit'alor for your Clan returns. As to the first order of business, we suffered heavy losses during the crusades, and so we need to begin discussing our plans for rebuilding...
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Galaar Vhett
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Post by Galaar Vhett on Sept 16, 2014 15:17:27 GMT -8
Fenri steps forward towards the holo walker, revealing figure of Goran Beviin. His hand turns into a fist and smacks itself against the right side of his breast.
Su'cuy. I am Fenri of clan Fett. I do not know what my clan will do since it has followed the wishes of the late Cassus Fett since before the formation of the Mandalorian Empire. I shall stand as my clan's unofficial representative in this meeting.
The Mandalorian then steps back and listens to the topic posed by the holoimage. His mind pondering upon the lessons of his swornbrother, Cassus Fett, a former Mand'alor and head of his clan. The experience from these lessons should come in handy with this meeting.
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Spectre
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Post by Spectre on Sept 30, 2014 12:01:12 GMT -8
Ashrah looked up at the Taung in front of him, slowly. He reached up and pulled his buy'ce off his head, revealing his matted dark hair, emerald green eyes and scarred face. He locked eyes (at least he assumed it was eye) with Aeleus and nodded
"Well met Aeleus. Now. I need a beer" He slapped the big Taung on the shoulder with his left hand and moved to grab some draught and sat down in an empty chair, raising his mug to those gathered "OYA!" Lowering the mug he slammed it back in one go and slammed it back on the table. "Where is Cath? He called this meeting of the minds. "
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Post by Ashrah on Sept 30, 2014 12:07:58 GMT -8
He looked over at Spectre, a quizzical look on his face, the goings on around him fading in his mind slightly as he focused on the man, his green eyes slicing the distance like a beskad. He leaned forward slightly, and opened his left hand, sweeping it across in front of him, right to left
"Meet away Spectre. This is an open forum"
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Post by Spectre on Oct 1, 2014 5:42:57 GMT -8
*Spectre nods at the gesture and grabs his buy'ce and tucks it under his arm and walks towards the bar. When he reaches the bar, he places buy'ce on the bar and makes a gesture to the bartender for two doubles of tihaar. When they arrive, he slides one to Ashrah. After a quick cheers, he sips and places the drink down.*
"I hate to be a downer, Mand'alor. But I feel the need to voice a few concerns. Being the Aliit'alor, Aliit Skirata, My concerns are for my clan, my people and most certainly for you Mand'alor. Given recent events, are we going to continue our crusade? If so, then why? If not, then what is next?"
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Post by Ashrah on Oct 3, 2014 13:22:13 GMT -8
He tapped his right index finger on the bar lightly, shifting his position. One minute he was at a table...then POOF! At the bar.....It was a strange feeling....but one he was used to. With a subtle wink to Spectre, he spoke carefully yet directly.
"I am afraid the crusade wasn't as successful as I had hoped. Many dead. Too many of us dead. So no. For now I feel that the crusade as originally envisioned will have to wait. What would you suggest we do now, hmm?"
This was the most he had spoken in months. His fight with his 'father' had nearly killed him, Reverence escaped with his own life barely intact...He looked Spectre directly in the eye. He wasn't a stupid man. He knew that the Mandalorians were restless and less than pleased with him. He had been missing for a long time after Kuat.....He had a feeling he knew where this conversation was going to lead.
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Duke Australis
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Post by Duke Australis on Oct 7, 2014 12:15:15 GMT -8
The door opened, and the present lord of the house entered. Lord of the house, as in... chef. He was eager to see what kind of healthcare violations his Vode have been up to in his kitchen while he was absent. Sure, all his bretheren and sisters could put together a DC 17 blindfolded, but cooking a ten minute egg? He shuddered at the thought.
The large man stepped in and looked over the place. Seems like the goverment was in session. God damint, politics...
He had left his gear in the ride, only armed with the heavy blaster hanging from his hip holster and that combat shovel he was so attached to on his back. Not to mention the Beskar Spatula, tucked neatly into his belt. the jaw section of his helmet was open and a large smoking cigarr hung out, accompanied by his weeks old stubble.
Behind him, Sherer was eager to get past her dearest as the man was trying his best to do a meaningfull and manly entry. She had a big bag full of wrist computers and mando helmets to analyse and did not really have the time for theatricals. She strode in and nodded to the ensemble gathered in the bar, saluted the Mand'alore and brought in the loot to the back rooms.
Seeing as Duke realised from his better half that in his great entry to the govermental building of his people was turning rude, he saluted too, slamming a fist to his breastplate. Right fist. That entire arm was cybernetic.
"Oya!"
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Post by Spectre on Oct 8, 2014 6:27:06 GMT -8
He tapped his right index finger on the bar lightly, shifting his position. One minute he was at a table...then POOF! At the bar.....It was a strange feeling....but one he was used to. With a subtle wink to Spectre, he spoke carefully yet directly. "I am afraid the crusade wasn't as successful as I had hoped. Many dead. Too many of us dead. So no. For now I feel that the crusade as originally envisioned will have to wait. What would you suggest we do now, hmm?" This was the most he had spoken in months. His fight with his 'father' had nearly killed him, Reverence escaped with his own life barely intact...He looked Spectre directly in the eye. He wasn't a stupid man. He knew that the Mandalorians were restless and less than pleased with him. He had been missing for a long time after Kuat.....He had a feeling he knew where this conversation was going to lead.
"No, our crusade wasn't. The reason was, we never took survivors. Every successful campaign we've ever had in our history, depended on us replenishing our losses. We didn't do that because of your particular distaste for the Force. Which brings me to this vision of yours. It's common knowledge that you were 'Engineered' to fight the Force, but somewhere along the way your ends began to justify your means. This distaste became contempt and it took root in your heart. Preventing you from evolving past your current state. The Sloth God has taken a hold of us all. We've become stagnant in our beliefs. So we need to evolve Mand'alor. Hating someone because of the way they were born is wrong. As warriors we need to develop ALL our aspects, not deny them. That is my suggestion."
*Spectre knew this would be a touchy subject. But it was a small truth. No one wanted to admit it but clinging to tradition and social taboos were leading their people to ruin. Spectre needed to suggest something radical. Even if it provoked contempt and rage, it meant that a primitive enlightenment was growing. Even if it meant Challenging Ashrah for the Helm. If Ashrah wouldn't listen to him here. Spectre would have to make him listen on the battlefield. Spectre hoped this wouldn't come about but knowing just how steeped in tradition their species were, battle would be the only way they would truly listen.* |
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Post by Randolph Beviin on Oct 11, 2014 6:25:27 GMT -8
Randolph walked into the doors, stooping to get into the doors and looked around. Awesome, everyones favourite Mandalore was here talking with someone from the Skirata clan. That could only mean politics. Ignoring them for the time being the tall man walked over to the curved bar that served food. Taking off his helmet he sat it on his lap the large feather tickled his chin as he ordered. Waiting for the stew to come, he listened to a few people talk about the age of the stew. Some local legend persists that it has been cooking since the tavern opened over 7000 years ago. Obviously it couldnt be true, but like alligators in the sewers this just wont die.
Behind him, beyond the people involved in politics were people looking at the latest bounty boards. The same people dominated the top, Republic senators and people of the Exchange. At the moment though they did not matter to him, he was here to see if he couldnt find someone from his clan. So far though there were a stark lack of Beviins.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 11, 2014 6:48:46 GMT -8
Seeing as how his attempts to get some discussion going between the various assembled aliit'alor's was clearly failing, many of them far more interested in just knocking back several jugs of tihaar, the hologram of Goran just shook it's head, before moving over behind a table again, to observe the situation, as Goran had taken notice of the Mand'alor and the current representative of Clan Skirata having a discussion of their own. As it stood, there was a lack of cooperative leadership amongst the various clan leaders, many of them apparently quite content to let the Mand'alor act in a similar role to the Empire's Emperor or the Republic's Supreme Chancellor, in that he would lead these meetings and make decisions, whilst they would squabble amongst themselves for his favour
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Duke Australis
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Post by Duke Australis on Oct 11, 2014 7:43:48 GMT -8
With his salute to his bretheren done, it was time to take care of the business. He followed Sherer into the kitchen with giggity anticipation. Like meeting an old lover who just contacted you for a booty call. But, The large mandalorian first had to take away the signs in the counter. First, he pulled off the sign on the kitchen door saying...
KITCHEN CLOSED. OUT ON MISSION.
IF YOU WANT SOMETHING, USE THE HONOUR SYSTEM
-Duke
...Then, there was the sign over the Stew. It just had to go...
OUT ON MISSION. REFILL WHAT YOU TAKE.
refill it now and then WITH FRESH GROCERIES.
If you see it, STIRR IT!
Refillers get Tap.
-Duke
...Then there was the jar with the sign...
OUT ON MISSION
Pay what you want.
-Duke
There was a sizable pile of coin and some paper in it, duke gathered it up and put it in the cashier machine, wich was just as he left it. There are few thieves in a society where everyone is armed ready for war.
"Honey, did the groceries I ordered arrive?"
He puffed a couple clouds of thick smoke as he counted the money, and checked the beer levels in the tanks under the counter.
-Sherer from inside the kitchen-
"Yes, I am packing it away. Dont worry, just take care of the customers."
He looked up, thoughtfully puffing away. 'Packing away?' 'Take care of customers'? What in all hells is she talking about? She NEVER packs away. And she knows he HATES to take care of the patients... Patrons. Women... must have that week or something...
He changed the filter on the caff machine and refilled it with both water and caff. Took a clean rag, like the only he could find, and started cleaning the counter. Found a really stubborn spot, and then decided to find some really nasty cleaning product.
"Sher'ika, have you seen my gun cleaning fluid?"
-Sherer, still from inside the kitchen-
"N.... No?"
A question?
Its either yes, or No. She better fracking Know it...
No matter. The grill plate. It was a mess, but at least it seems like his Vode had been cleaning it after use, so that wasnt so bad. he set it on, let it heat up to a good 250 (celsius) and cleaned it. He decided to make a new try, see if he can find out cautiously what the hell the womans problem was.
"Sniper of snipers, did that Dikuta sailsman bring the Nerf?"
-Sherer, with faked assurance in her voice, from inside the kitchen-
"Y...yes. Ill cut it up and bring it in. Dont worry about it!"
She will.... CUT? WORRY? Is there something......... THERE IS SOMETHING TO WORRY ABOUT! THERE IS SOMETHING TO WORRY ABOUT IN HIS KITCHEN!
Duke ran into the kitchen as quick as he could, and there.... he found the problem.
Those outside could only hear his wailing of grief, shock and horror.
-From inside the kitchen-
"WHO.... WHO THE DIKUTA ATE MY PLATES? THAT WAS CHERAMIC FOR KADS SAKE!
SOMEONE DRANK MY DEEPFRYER OIL!
KAD SAVE US! SOMEONE SLEPT IN MY OWEN!"
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Post by Cayne on Oct 11, 2014 22:27:54 GMT -8
The door swung open silently, or at least it was unheard in the din that was the Oyu'baat[/]. Letting it close behind him Maraak took a moment to take in the scene before him, narrowed eyes roving across those assembled before alighting on the bar. He didn't want to make eye contact lest he need to make conversation, something that he really couldn't be bothered with right now. With his helmet held loosely in his left hand, right resting comfortably on his blaster, he made his way across the room, studiously avoiding where the Clan Leaders were gathering. Attention seemed to be locked on the so-called leaders and he made it to his destination with barely a glance coming his way. Taking a seat next to a girl with red-trimmed black armour and long black hair he set his battered, dark grey helm on the bar and slid it to the left slightly. In the light of the bar his armour would likely appear black instead of the dull grey that had got some attention outside, a fact he was grateful for here. The 'clanless' nature of his attire could cause some questions to be asked but for now seemed lost in the variety on display.
With a casual gesture he got the bar tenders attention, the heavyset man sliding down the bar to raise a heavy eyebrow at him.
"Ni copaani buy'ce neetra gal... His voice was low, quiet even, but seemed to carry to the man just fine, its Concordian accent clearly noticible. ...bal sol nynir be Tihaar."
When the man didn't move Maraak sighed and produced a few creds which he placed on the bar wearily. Almost without moving it seemed the man scooped them up and bustled off to return a few seconds later with a bottle and a glass. reaching under the bar he produced a second glass, this one a pint measure, and pulled an ale from a tap. He then opened the bottle and poured a healthy measure into the smaller glass before moving off to serve another customer.
With a deft motion the Tihaat was gone, the fiery liquid burning its way down his throat. The glass clunked as he set it heavily on the bar while his hand encircled the pint. Taking a long pull he settled in, aware and alert but reserved and unheeded...
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Post by Ashrah on Oct 17, 2014 7:06:20 GMT -8
He looked at Spectre quizzically. He pursed his lips lightly and swirled the drink in his left hand, looking down into it after a moment. He looked back up at the other man after a moment and mentally sighed. He knew that this man would never understand the taint the Force had on the universe, nor did he seem to believe in the Mando's inherent distrust of the Force. That was too bad. Spectre was a good soldier, a solid Vode.
Placing his drink almost gently on the counter, he glanced behind Spectre, doing a quick calculation in his head as he did. He nodded. He knew that this could only end one way. If Spectre talked him to death he would never be respected by the others. Talking simply wasn't how shit got done. Snapping both of his fists straight out, aimed at Spectre's chest, his goal to angle the man towards the door and out of the 'baat, his enhanced strength and reflexes acting in his favour this time. For once......
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