cinvhetinordo

[cinvhetinordo]

Hunting with Atin

[12:12] Atin Ordo (faragila.arctor) left the transport, heading towards the Alor'ad's ID marker, noting the ship he had been thrown out of above dathomir, her moved into the front, taking a seat in the co-pilots seat, monitoring the screens and dials as they headed for the surface, ensuring he didnt fall for the same trick as sit in the back bay

[12:14] Nicci Ordo smirked when he sat in the co pilot's seat.  She disengaged the landing gear and lifted the ship into the air, setting a course for Endor and making the jump to hyperspace.  "I thought you were working on getting a ship of your own?  What did you do while you were gone, gamble all your money away?"

[12:17] Atin Ordo (faragila.arctor) let out a laugh " I worked with clan Ka'ra for alittle, helping them defend their mining projects on Tython, boring stuff... I had, have a ship.. somewhere, I think I left it on dxun maybe, or tattooine, I can't quite remember..." as they approached their final destination he monitored their elevation and pitch, only ready to notify the alor'ad of anything out of the ordinary, failing to find it.

[12:21] Nicci Ordo started the landing cycle and put the ship down on a platform that was at the edge of the forest.  She raised an eyebrow when he did not seem to know where his ship was, reaching down for an empty narcoleth bottle and chucking it at his helmetted head.  "Vod.  Ships come with homing signals by default which you are given with each bill of sale.  It is wasteful to just misplace your ship like that." she grunted as she shut down the engines.

[12:25] Atin Ordo (faragila.arctor) nodded " It was the last thing on my mind when I left Ordo, I will be sure to retrieve it eventually." He'd stand from the co-pilots seat, moving over to the door way, checking his kit over, prepping his weapons " I'm not sure how you want to do this but I was going to leave anything that fires a blaster, I was going to take my axe and maybe craft a bow should I need one..." He

[12:25] Atin Ordo (faragila.arctor) he'd look to her, seeing her preference before he removed his blasters

[12:28] Nicci Ordo looked at him, having been armed to the teeth in you name it.  "What is your goal here?  Some kind of spiritual journey?" she laughed.  "What if we are surrounded by Ewok or even...Death Watch?  Or imperials?  Or Jedi?" she sighed.  "I suppose we can do that, and I can have the droid auto pilot bring the ship by if we run into that kind of trouble.  Though my very armor itself fires missiles..."

[12:31] Atin Ordo (faragila.arctor) laughed " If we come across anything lethal, we kill it with whatever we can." he'd place his blasters into a locker, "Things are too easily killed with a blaster, my of a hunt when we use our sharpened metal objects, no?"

[12:34] Nicci Ordo unloaded her repeater, and a few of her rifles and stowed them in the weapons locker of the ship.  She kept her grenades and one pistol just in case.  "This is your hunt.  Your rules.  Hell why don't we just leave our armor too like a couple of ge'verd," she chuckled.

[12:35] Atin Ordo (faragila.arctor) grinned "So be it." He's say, begging to remove his armour too, stripping down to his flight suit, taking a tshirt from his backpack and wearing it

[12:36] Nicci Ordo sighed, pushing exhaust from her helmet.  She had been kidding.  Well there was nothing for it now.  She grunted and began to take off her armor as well.

[12:43] Atin Ordo (faragila.arctor) grabbed a grappling hook from the locker he palced his kit on, locking the belt clip and checking the hook, maybe it would come in handy " Ready?"

[13:00] Nicci Ordo grabbed a set of spare clothes she found in one of the overhead bins on her ship.  Since she was wearing nothing but a flight suit under her armor plating, and the wilderness required something a bit more practical, she had to change.  She remained on board and stripped down to put on the new clothing. She grabbed some bug repellent and scrubbed the war paint off her face, then came out. "I feel naked but....elek..."

[13:03] Atin Ordo (faragila.arctor) grinned as she came down "Don;t think I've ever seen you this unarmoured, practically naked.." He'd let his eyes rest on her alittle longer before looking out to the forrest " I was thinking we hack some boar wolf to death and set up camp and enjoy the spoils, keep the pelts..." He'd head to the edge of the ancient Imperial at-at station " we should probably head south, down wind and away from this station..."

[13:10] Nicci Ordo nodded, liking the idea of a new pelt or two.  It had been a while since she collected anym always seeming to hunt people these days rather than game.  She frowned when she remembered the hunt with Soron, and how he was now with the former ky'tsad skank.  She suddenly felt self conscious, and this entire situation was causing some unwanted deja vu.  She cleared her throat.  "Right.  Lead the way."

[13:12] Atin Ordo (faragila.arctor) nodded, taking his grappling hook and placing it on the side of the station platform, "I dont trust ancient elevators and I dont fancy getting stuck in the shaft. "Hope you don't mind heights... he'd say, throwing the line down, before climbing onto the rope and decending to the forrest floor

[13:13] Nicci Ordo rolled her eyes.  "Oh...yeah.  I use a jetpack and jump out of drop ships on the back of a basilisk war droid but...terrified." she grunted, following him down.

[13:20] Nicci Ordo narrowed her eyes, "I will show you old with my fist in your mouth if you don't watch it." she glared at him.  "I am a lot more than a skeleton!" she retorted back.  She closed her eyes and listened specifically for howling, as it was dark and the moon had risen, the boar wolves often howled in unison at it.

[13:24] Atin Ordo (faragila.arctor) grinned, keeping his voice low, "Thought we established who's fist would prevail." He'd say lightly mocking her, assured in his mind she was a mighty warrior, he moved slowly and kept low, moving towards a swampish part of the Jungle floor, using the mud to wipe on his face and arms, to remove any of his natural shine, hearing the howls towards the south, sounded close too, he'd notion towards them with hand signals, keeping low, sometimes using his hands to crawl somewhat animalistly "Being on Tython allowed for alot of time to hunt." He'd say, less than a whisper now

[13:27] Nicci Ordo rolled her eyes, "I could kick your ass, I was drunk the other day," she said, now too in a whisper.  "Tython is for baby Jedi.  Nothing exactly to brag about.  Dxun would have suited you better for your skill." she replied.  She crouched down low next to him, reapplying her war paint, and becoming more alert.  The boar wolves were huge, and would be hard to miss through both sight and sound.

[13:29] Atin Ordo (faragila.arctor) grinned " Was that a compliement?" He'd retort silently, now moving down to his belly, laying flat in the prone position as he heard what seemed to be a large creature 50 metres infront of them, moving from left to right through the tree line.

[13:35] Nicci Ordo smirked, "Perhaps, though it was intended as a reprimand." she replied.  She spotted the boar ahead of them now.  It appeared to be gorging itself on something, though she could not make out what exactly in the dark.  She smelled the thing before she saw it.  The moonlight glittered off her green eyes, she was not all the way into the mud as he was, but was behind a boulder beside him.  She drew one of her blades silently, but waited for his signal, as this was his hunt.

[13:54] Nicci Ordo found herself momentarily distracted by his muscles.  Shaking herself, she did not have any fancy spears to throw so she leaped out from behind the rock with her sword held high above her head, attempting to land on the boar's back with her sword sinking into it's hide.

[13:54] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Rolled 28 [Strength:10]

[13:55] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Noah Raiden(faragila Arctor) rolled 17 [Strength:10]

[13:57] Atin Ordo (faragila.arctor) [WOLFBOAR: Enraged as the spear flew past it, running towards the origin point, he saw Atin, running towards him, attempting to piece flesh with his tusks, only enraged further as a blade rattled against its spine, running down its thuck hide, blood spirting and covering Nicci. Still charging towards Atin

[13:57] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Noah Raiden(faragila Arctor) rolled 28 [Strength:10]

[13:57] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Noah Raiden(faragila Arctor) rolled 21 [Strength:10]

[13:59] Atin Ordo (faragila.arctor) grimaced as his spear missed, only alerting the beast, as it came running towards him, he tried to move from its path, being caught in the gut by the tusk, fortunately only launching him away, as opposed to piercing his flesh. he drew his axe, aming a strike towards the animals face, as its reared and howled

[13:59] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Noah Raiden(faragila Arctor) rolled 16 [Strength:10]

[13:59] Greg Moonlight (orywest) entered draw distance (630.12 m).

[13:59] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Noah Raiden(faragila Arctor) rolled 21 [Strength:10]

[14:01] Nicci Ordo was still latched on to the beast's back.  She drew her other blade and attempted to stab it again, and if successful would use the blades to try and crawl her way forward towards its giant head, catching out of the corner of her eye that Atin had been launched by the large tusks.

[14:01] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Rolled 17 [Strength:10]

[14:01] Greg Moonlight (orywest) left draw distance.

[14:02] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Noah Raiden(faragila Arctor) rolled 12 [Strength:10]

[14:05] Atin Ordo (faragila.arctor): [Wolfboar: Enraged again by their actions now turned its attention to Nicci, the axe swing from Atin merely glancing off its tusks, the real danger came from Nicci, now attached by her blades, more blood spirting from him, covering her in warm blood. it attempted to throw her off by falling backwards, attempting to crush her

[14:05] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Noah Raiden(faragila Arctor) rolled 19 [Strength:10]

[14:07] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Rolled 13 [Strength:10]

[14:08] Atin Ordo (faragila.arctor) cussed as he blade met bone and did sweet kriff all, he saw the Boars attention move to Nicci, his heart pounding, leaping forward with his axe, aiming again for its head.

[14:08] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Noah Raiden(faragila Arctor) rolled 16 [Strength:10]

[14:09] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Noah Raiden(faragila Arctor) rolled 18 [Strength:10]

[14:11] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Your Health Score has been decreased to 4/5.

[14:12] Nicci Ordo oofed as she was rolled off the boar when it fell backwards.  Her bones felt as if they were all about to break at once with the heavy weight, and she missed her armor pretty badly at about that moment.  However, both her blades were still stuck in the creature, and she attempted to use them to cut a hole inside the boar and sever it's spine completely.

[14:12] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Rolled 12 [Strength:10]

[14:12] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Noah Raiden(faragila Arctor) rolled 15 [Strength:10]

[14:15] Atin Ordo (faragila.arctor) [WOLFBOAR: Reared as he felt the red headed creature wriggle the sharp blades inside of it, it howled out in pain, a loud, primative howl, as if trying to signal something. it began to wildly swing its head, aiming for the red headed woman again, the axe swing narrowly missing its neck... the howl resonated with the trees as several mynocks flew from the canopy above, a distant thudding of feet could be heard coming towards them...

[14:15] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Noah Raiden(faragila Arctor) rolled 23 [Strength:10]

[14:15] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Rolled 16 [Strength:10]

[14:15] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Your Health Score has been decreased to 3/5.

[14:17] Atin Ordo (faragila.arctor) growled, throwing his axe outwards towards the wolfboards neck, trying to slice it and bleed the creature out

[14:17] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Noah Raiden(faragila Arctor) rolled 22 [Strength:10]

[14:17] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Noah Raiden(faragila Arctor) rolled 17 [Strength:10]

[14:21] Nicci Ordo flew off the boar's back when it hit her with it's snout, landing on her feet next to Atin.  She could feel her rib had been bruised already but shook it off.  She was covered in boar blood and grinned at him when the beast collapsed to the forest floor.  She heard a snarl in the distance, and a loud howl of anguish but it definitely was not from the same animal or any of it's species.  A massive Gorax came crashing through the underbrush, examined the wolf-boar, and then screamed loudly at the both of them.

[14:24] Atin Ordo (faragila.arctor) grinned at her as she landed, glad he had finally struck at the beast, giving the killing blow, the blood errupting from its carotid arteries, covering him too, he was about to say something witty when the Gorax came from the underbrush, he stood motionless for a moment, before running to retrieve his spear, grabbing it and aiming it towars the gorax, seeing in its eyes it was there to fight, he jabbed at it with the spear.

[14:24] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Noah Raiden(faragila Arctor) rolled 26 [Strength:10]

[14:24] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Rolled 15 [Strength:10]

[14:25] Gorax Brute: Got New Name: Gorax Brute

[14:27] Gorax Brute got stuck in the eye and roared loudly at the stupid humans who dared strike it after killing its pet.  It immediately tried to stop Atin with it's foot, trying to crush him.

[14:27] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Rolled 28 [Strength:10]

[14:28] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Noah Raiden(faragila Arctor) rolled 27 [Strength:10]

[14:32] Nicci Ordo looked waaaay up to see this massive walking carpet thundering out of the forest, apparently being furious with both of them.  She just shook her head when Atin immediately threw his spear.  It had not attacked yet but she doubted it could be reasoned with anyway.  Seeing it stomp the kriff out of Atin right next to her, She immediately tried to swing both blades as hard as she possibly could, attempting to sever the tree stalk of a leg.

[14:30] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Rolled 23 [Strength:10]

[14:30] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Rolled 16 [Strength:10]

[14:33] Atin Ordo (faragila.arctor) grinned as he struck at the beast, his grin didnt last long as it stomped at him, hitting him as he got kicked, his nose busting open, his own blood covering his face. This was now a fight for survival instead of a hunt, wishing he had some ordanance on his side, but could already see the glory of killing the Gorax with their weapons, he struck again with the spear, aiming at the stomache, trying to rip open its abdomen and spill its innards.

[14:33] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Noah Raiden(faragila Arctor) rolled 26 [Strength:10]

[14:33] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Rolled 17 [Strength:10]

[14:35] Gorax Brute screamed when it's leg was severed.  Blood and muscle tissue dropped ALL OVER Atin, like a shower, and as it struggled to keep a balance it fell right onto Atin's spear which did indeed make it spill its innards.  Angry with both of them, but having seen Atin go for the killing blow on its beloved pet, he attempted to pick Atin up and smash him primitively against the ground like a club.

[14:35] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Rolled 20 [Strength:10]

[14:36] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Noah Raiden(faragila Arctor) rolled 26 [Strength:10]

[14:39] Nicci Ordo saw the Gorax go for Atin again, with it's guts spilling everwhere.  They had it on the ropes already, even if it were still dangerous.  She was tired from the boar attack but attempted to leap with her sword again and stab her sword right into the center of the monster's torso just under the chest.

[14:39] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Rolled 28 [Strength:10]

[14:39] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Rolled 20 [Strength:10]

[14:40] Atin Ordo (faragila.arctor) 's spear became lodged in the beast, he saw a large hand come for him, diving backwards, he drew his axe, swinging upwards at the beasts extended arm.

[14:40] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Noah Raiden(faragila Arctor) rolled 23 [Strength:10]

[14:40] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Rolled 18 [Strength:10]

[14:42] Gorax Brute's heart was impaled now that nicci had stuck her blade right through it.  It had a missing leg, guts spilling everywhere, and it's arm just fell right off after Atin's axe sliced through it like butter.  With a slight whimper, it sank to it's one knee, then fell flat on it's face, dead.

[14:43] Nicci Ordo rolled away just before she was crushed by the bloody mess, panting heavily as she was somewhat covered in it's smelly guts.  "Well that was one of my...messier...experiences.  Jorval is going to be thrilled to have so much bacon though..."

[14:45] Atin Ordo (faragila.arctor) took a step back, falling to one knee, his torso sore, catching his breath, taking his hands and wiping at his eyes, his face covered in blood and guts " That didn;t go as planned, but aye, alot of meat..." He'd say, sheathing his axe and retrieving his spear. once the spear was away he'd move towards the boar, grabbing a combat knife from his belt.

[14:48] Nicci Ordo looked at him covered in blood, he looked absolutely savage.  "It's a good look for you.  Improvement even." she chuckled, kicking at the Gorax body a bit as one of it's huge arms was still draped over her legs.  She stood up once she was free of it. and clutched her side where her rib felt like a bowling ball had hit it.  "Anything broken?" she asked him.

[14:51] Atin Ordo (faragila.arctor) grinned, looking down at his blood soaked self " Good look huh? I'll remember that." he took the knife, tempted to skin the wolfboar, opting to wait until they had got cleaned up.. he removed his shirt, his chest over his ribs already starting to bruise from the wolfboards tusks " Only some bruising, hurts like hell, you?" he'd ask, looking over

[14:55] Nicci Ordo moved her arm, showing her own black and blue spots on her side that were growing bigger.  "Same.  Nothing broken I am pretty sure though," she replied, looking him over more after the shirt came off.  She cleared her throat...which hurt.  "It was a good hunt.  Last time I was here I did not get the thrill of a good hunt only...fighting Soron until it was a stalemate," she chuckled.

[14:57] Atin Ordo (faragila.arctor) began to prepare the wolfboar for transpirt, taking his rope and bounding its appendages, he looked to her noticing the bruising " A good hunt indeed, why fight Soron, he's Skirata, right?"

[14:58] Nicci Ordo winced when he asked.  "A few Mandalorians seem to have started a rumor that the reason I have been single so long is my largely undefeated status.  They think if they can beat me in a fight, they get the honor of courting me.  Soron challenged me to a duel after happening upon me in the forest..." she replied, helping him with the rope, as it was quite a large animal and binding it up was going to go easier with two.

[15:01] Atin Ordo (faragila.arctor) raised a brow "Guess that means I won the honour." He'd jest, tieing the front two feet together, unsure as to what to do with the Gorax " how many times have you been defeated?"

[15:05] Nicci Ordo turned red, "I said it was a rumor!" she snapped, obviously taking everything serious because....it was her.  "Not counting Mand'alor the Reclaimer....three times in my entire life.  One by the last Mand'alor, who I later killed.  Once by Arden Kryze ((Who put it in his bloody profile under accomplishments!)), and once by Jorval Ordo.  Soron was a stalemate.  I kicked his ass in the ring later."

[15:08] Atin Ordo (faragila.arctor) grinned simply " No smoke without fire.." He;d say unaware of her past "So maybe Mand'alor is on the cards for me then." He'd joke as he took a step back from the wolfboar, it now ready to be transported "Gorax edible?" He'd ask, unsure on its sentience, or if it was something people ate.

[15:13] Nicci Ordo scowled, "You cannot even remember where you put your ship, let alone claim that mask." she retorted back to him, not quite understanding the smoke without fire remark.  She looked as if she might puke when he asked if Gorax were edible.  "Knock yourself out there.  I am not touching that thing.  It smells.  I don't eat anything sentient or semi sentient." she replied.  She ordered her droid to bring a cargo carrier.  It did, and arrived with the floating platform, loading the boar onto it with levitation arrays.

[15:15] Atin Ordo (faragila.arctor) laughed " So I'll locate my ship then we'll see." He'd joke, no intention of leading the Mandalorians. " I think I'll pass on the Gorax, just a shame to leave it to rot, the Wolfboar will make for good trimmings back in the bar." as the ship approached, he'd grab excess rope from the boards legs, moving to the ships rear and attaching it to a winch, activating it to the wolfboar was brought onboard "I miss my armour." He'd say allowed, following their brisk duel with death

[15:16] The Lieutenant (jollyroger123) left draw distance.

[15:17] The Lieutenant (jollyroger123) entered draw distance (629.81 m).

[15:18] Atin Ordo (faragila.arctor) laughed " So I'll locate my ship then we'll see." He'd joke, no intention of leading the Mandalorians. " I think I'll pass on the Gorax, just a shame to leave it to rot, the Wolfboar will make for good trimmings back in the bar, miss my armour." He'd say allowed, following their brisk duel with death.

[15:20] Nicci Ordo chuckled. "I am sure some Ewok scavengers will find it and eat it. They eat everything...sentient or no! And yeah...I miss mine also.  That is the first time I have hunted without it since being a ge'verd.  I will admit there was a certain thrill in it, though it is easier to hose down armor, but there is a refresher on the ship, unless you wanted to trek to the forest until we found a pond or a lake...."

[15:23] Atin Ordo (faragila.arctor) shook his head, " We've done this naturally so far, may aswell find a lake.." he'd begin to move through the forrest, using his senses to guide him " I started hunting without armour on Tython, reminded me of being ge'verd and everything I learnt, you taught me to rely on me and nothing else, so I like to practice it in your honour.

[15:26] Nicci Ordo felt rather sticky and they were going to attract insect swarms by the millions to their bloody skin.  She did not even remember seeing a pond or lake anywhere but she hadn't trekked the whole moon.  "Yeah but, our armor is supposed to be as a second skin to us.  We are to never or rarely be without it, as the resol'nare instructs." she replied.

[15:28] Atin Ordo (faragila.arctor) continued to walk, using the moonlight to guide him, ooking for a glimmering reflections, after hearing what he though was water, he moved deeper into the forrest, keeping within sight so they didnt lose one another " I agree, but we can become over reliant on new technology, the Resol'nare is ancient, and sometimes we need to remember its context in the modern era

[15:31] Nicci Ordo scoffed in disagreement.  "Our armor technology is ancient as well.  The strength and design may evolve with the times but the purpose remains the same always.  To not adhere to the resol'nare is to insult our culture, to become dar'manda.  I taught you better than that." she replied.  The bugs did indeed swarm her and she was not at all a happy camper about it.  She could fight 100 foe or be put in a rancor's mouth but she HATED bugs.

[15:34] Atin Ordo (faragila.arctor) nodded, hearing water more clearly now, he walked up a brow of a hill and saw a lake, he grinned " I don't disagree with the Resol'nare, I respect it, I just also like to remain strong and be assured I can be reliant when well else falls away." He began to remove his weapons and kit, now completely naked, he got into the water, cool, and calm in the moonlight

[15:39] Nicci Ordo blinked when he suddenly stripped away all his clothing and got actual naked.  She had kind of just been planning to jump in clothes and all since they needed washed anyway but, upon reflection it seemed more practical to wash them separately.  She avoided looking at him and pulled off her own bloody clothes, tossing them in the pond first, though being careful with the kyr'tsad skulls she had carried around for decades.  She also put her weapons on the shore, intending to clean those later and more carefully.  She felt awkward now, but the bugs had stopped biting her.  She sank below the water to get the blood off her face, washing away the warpaint with it.

[15:42] Atin Ordo (faragila.arctor) turned to look at her, unashamed of the nudity " I suppose its only fair, when you dropped me on Dathomir I was naked, now I get to see you naked..." He'd say lightly, begining to use the water to clean his face and hair "Bantha got your tongue?"

[15:44] Slave's Shower T: One moment please, registering your product...

[15:47] Nicci Ordo's cheeks turned slightly pink.  "No!  Just focused on...getting all this blood off so these insects stop eating me alive...obviously," she replied quickly.  She scowled when he mentioned Dathomir.  "That was for a trial.  It was to teach you to make something out of nothing to protect yourself, to prove your worthiness of the armor you now wear.  I did not..."get" to see...you naked..." she replied, turning more red.

[15:49] Atin Ordo (faragila.arctor) grinned as she seemed to blush at his inquiry, enjoying poking at the tough exterior of the Alor'ad, moving closer to her " So have I proven my worthiness in your eyes, beyonf the Resol'nare?" he'd ask, sitting back against the bank of the water, continuing to wash himself

[15:52] Nicci Ordo seemed flustered.  "Of course you did, or you would never have passed your trial and become a Mandalorian.  I would have dumped you at the nearest space port and moved on, obviously."  She saw him moving closer in her peripheral and felt the waves of the water rippling toward her at the movement.  She concentrated even more on avoiding looking at him and soaked her hair in the water, watching as tendrils of blood poured from it and disappointed in the cool waves.

[15:53] Atin Ordo (faragila.arctor) chuckled at her behaviour " something off?" He'd ask, trying to meet her eye, never seen you like this." He found it great fun to toy with her like this, only ever knowing her as the hard ass Alor'ad of Ordo

[15:55] Nicci Ordo growled a little.  "I am fine.  It's just my rib hurts like hell is all," she lied.  Well it wasn't a lie.  It did hurt like hell, along with every other muscle in her body, but that was not why she was being the way she was.  She met his eyes for a split second then darted them away and pretended to be hyperfocused on getting clean.

[15:56] Atin Ordo (faragila.arctor) moved closed, placing a hand on her bruised ribs "I'll have to see if its broken..." He moved even closer now, inches apart, placing his other hand on her leg, should she not spaz out

[15:59] Nicci Ordo turned really red now, and her skin grew hot all over.  "T-that's okay you do not have to..." she said, though she didn't move or try to physically stop him.  "You do not have any instruments anyway..."

[16:01] Atin Ordo (faragila.arctor) felt along her ribs gently, moving round to face her, avoiding a corny line about instruments  he moved inbetween her legs, his hands running down her body and resting on her back noticing her skin tone change to red "I think you;ll live..."

[16:04] Nicci Ordo lost her balance on her knees a bit when he moved between her legs, and steadied herself on him, and at this close proximity she was forced to look at him.  "What...what are you doing...?" she asked, her skin feeling as if small fires were being lit wherever his hands caressed her.

-FTB-

[cinvhetinordo]

Battling a Skirata

[01:07]  And so a familiar Mandalorian clad in blue, battered combat armor headed into the establishment owned by Clan Ordo. In recent days, with Clan Gra'tua having moved off-world, Clan Skirata warriors and the Journeyman Protectors on world opted to co-habituate with the neighboring Clan Ordo. Soron headed in, and Haat, the oh-so-omnipotent Skirata, gave him that solid nod of greeting. Soron's reflective, T-shaped visor, however, was focused on the two warriors of Clan Ordo ahead of him, "Su cuy'gar, ner vode. <Still alive, my comrades.>"

[01:08]  just gave Soron the stink eye, but a polite, almost cheerful-sounding "Su'cuy" to Haat, then proceeded to stuff her mouth full of narcoleth bottle again.

[01:10] Cassus Ordo looks over to Soron and nods "Su cuy'gar, Cabur'al'verde. What brings you to Ordo's pub?" He asked

[01:14] Soron offered Cassus a nod, "I wanted to briefly discuss the agenda for the upcoming meeting amongst Clan representatives on Mandalore. I spoke to Jorval over comms, and he will likely be able to make it to the rally himself. Not certain whether or not he's here, but figured I'd try my chances whilst on-world."

[01:16] Nicci Ordo burps loudly, just looking at him. "Lek?  There's a meeting?" she asked.  She may or may not have been blackout drunk for the last week.

[01:17] Cassus Ordo looks between Soron and back to Nicci "Well, fraid to report that ner Alor isn't here right now... be lucky if you actually catch him here... but you could speak to Nicci about it but... I don't think now is really a great time."

[01:21] Soron reached up to weaken his neck seal. He removed his helmet and held the technological marvel to the armorweave mesh fabric along the side of his chest, which appeared to be freshly soaked in blood. Claw scratch of sorts. He clenched his jaw through the pain and offered the two a faint smile, "I suppose it isn't. But elek, there is a meeting." his unfiltered voice reported, "The network of Clan representatives is being rallied to the city of Keldabe on Mandalore on (Sunday March 31st @ 5 PM SLT). I sent out a rally across Mandalorian channels and I'm still contacts Clan leaders and representatives one by one." he said, "I won't bother the two of you with your celebrations, though. I'll keep trying to reach out gar alor."

[01:24] Nicci Ordo put a finger pointedly in Cassus's chest, using a pushing force that would shove him backwards unless he firmly planted his feet. "You...do not dictate when is the best time...VERD." she stated.  She took another long drink of the narcoleth and cleared her throat, as it was powerful stuffs!  "Right, meeting.  I will be there anyway.  Maybe possibly.  Probably.  I am not celebrating anything I am just existing.  You are welcome to exist in here as you so choose." she replied.  She made some kissing noises and a small black nexu came out from behind the bar and trotted over to her, using it's claws to climb up her armor and perch on her shoulder.

[01:31] Cassus Ordo steps back and nods to her "Right, my bad, Alor'ad." He turns towards the bar counter.

[01:32] Soron 's maroon eyes followed the nexu as it made its way closer. The moment it passed him, he already began to sniffle a little too wildly, and sooner rather than later he was forced to jerk his head aside and sneeze. He sneezed once, twice, thrice... he held it... then he sneezed a fourth time. Eventually, Soron shook his head and replaced his helmet atop his head, tightening the neck seal again, "I will exist upstairs for a short bit." his filtered voice delivered in response, "All warriors of their respective families are free to come and listen in on the rally, but each Clan will have one Mandalorian to represent their family's voice." he said, taking a step or two aside, "I've never been in the upper levels of this building. Either of you mind showing me around?"

[01:34] Nicci Ordo snorted. "All that time we spent hunting and you are bothered by a nexu kitten?  Well I'm never ending a fight with you in a stalemate again.  Really vod they have top medical tech out these days that is a simple inoculation against allergies to fur and dander.  As for the upper levels, those are our private quarters and you missed out on any opportunity to see those I would imagine." she replied, giving him the stink eye again.  "The main bulk of the base is below the bar.  Underground."

[01:39] Soron tilted his head aside slightly before raising a gloved finger, "Ah. Below. Underground, elek. That, then. Cassus, mind showing me around the bulk of the base underground?" he inquired, "And those inoculations are usually temporary. I've many a friend who is allergic to synthetic bacta, and no inoculation can cure that; sometimes it's a problem of how your body responds to external stimuli. Few things you can really do about that without getting into cybernetics." he argued, shooting Nicci a finger gun, "That spar on Endor was good. Few warriors are some resilient and tactical. It was a fair stalemate, vod. That kitten.." he shook his head, ".. nayc, nayc, nayc, wholly unfair. Heh." he jested, buzzing a brief chuckle.

[01:40] Cassus Ordo looks over at Soron. The legendary bounty hunter is weakened by a feline? Well... this was a developement "Anything you need me to do, Alor'ad?" He asked.

[01:40] Miron - Soron (soron2009.flux): are so* resilient and tactical

[01:41] Cassus Ordo "That's also not my call, Skirata."

[01:43] Nicci Ordo had been headed towards the elevator to show him around the base herself but, he had asked for Cassus instead.  Keeping a stoic expression that revealed nothing of her feelings on the matter, she waved her permission at Cassus to go ahead.  "Inoculations against bacta do not exist, as that is internal.  But there are medicines to aid with outside stimuli that prevents it from ever reaching you to bother you.  But hey, if you want to have a mere feline be a weakness to a mighty warrior, that is on you vod.  Good to know how to beat you next time." she grunted, and moved to the opposite end of the bar, pulling out another bottle and drinking it down.

[01:45] Shev'la Skirata (shevordo): [[ I'm not showing my room, I emptied it

[01:50] Soron chuckled in amusement, "Heh. What a weakness, you know the secret to my demise!" he cried out sarcastically, "Nicci, ner vod, spoiler alert — I killed a nexu alpha male beast earlier today. Trust me, felines are no way to beat me." he said and offered a thumbs up, "I can take care of myself. But it's no competition, we're on the same side."

[01:51] Nicci Ordo smirked. "With you sneezing and ME firing at you, I bet I could beat you.  You barely could keep up with me last time." she replied.  It was ALWAYS a competition with her.

[01:52] Cassus Ordo nods and looks over to Soron "Do you wanna see the base or not?"

[01:55]  "Oh please. Am I sneezing now?" Soron countered, "You're being silly. We wear these technological marvels for a reason." he said, tapping the side of his helmet, "You're a good warrior, but we beat each other to a standstill last time. You were on your ass just as long as I was. Oh, wait... longer." he taunted low-key, tilting his head aside, "But. No. It's not a competition. It's nice seeing you again, Ni." he said, and turned to follow after Cassus, "Elek, elek, n'eparavu takisit, vod. <Yes, yes, sorry, comrade.>"

[01:56] Nicci Ordo narrowed her eyes, turning her head to slowly look at the Skirata, slowly putting the bottle down on the table.  "You wanna go again?  Right now?" she snarled.

[01:56] Cassus Ordo "Well, verd. You're on your own." He chuckled getting out of the way, letting Nicci go at him

[01:58] Soron glanced over-shoulder, before turning his armored body-mass to face the other Mandalorian, "It wasn't my intention to fight you today. I'm injured, you're intoxicated." he reasoned, "You do seem disgruntled, vod."

[01:58] Cassus Ordo <"Oh boy..."> Cassus quipped to himself

[01:59] Nicci Ordo scoffed.  "Fighting when intoxicated is the best time to fight.  And I am always disgruntled.  But hey if you can't hang due to excuses, don't run your mouth with the taunting....vod." she grunted, grabbing the bottle again and taking a drink.  "I'm always drunk."

[02:01] Cassus Ordo momentarily moves to reach for his own bottle of narcoleth, taking a swig from it

[02:02]  "Of course. All in good fun." Soron replied, "No excuses though. If /you/ really have it in your heart to spar with me, then I won't deny you." he reasoned.

[02:06] Nicci Ordo slammed the bottle down on the bar and looked cheerful for the first time all night.  "Jate!  I knew you weren't a hut'uun...sort of.  Let's go!" she said, sounding rather upbeat as she got in the elevator to go down to the lower base levels, where the battle ring waited.  "You can even pick the terms! Fists? Blades? Blasters?"

[02:07] Cassus Ordo opts to follow the two into the basement, narcoleth in hand

[02:09] Soron 's reflective, T-shaped visor followed Nicci as she got up and headed towards the elevator. He shortly thereafter followed suit, "Like last time. Blaster weaponry set on non-lethal settings, such as stun. Blades and fists if your opponent gets close enough. The jetpack if you need to make distance." he figured.

[02:10] Cassus Ordo "Uhh.... I don't think you'll want to fly down there, Al'verde."

[02:10] Nicci Ordo smirked, "Not much distance to be had in the ring but...sure!" she replied, fishing her helmet off her belt and sealing it in place as they headed down."

[02:15] Soron 's visor tracked the glorious imagery all around the room. He glanced at each and every corner of the ring and shook his head, "Force your opponent to fight on your terms. Smart." he said, reaching over-shoulder to grip his beskad's hilt. He tugged the traditional saber made of Mandalorian iron off of its magnetic panel along the Z-6 jetpack. The hilt borrowed heavily from traditional Mandalorian art, and to a Mandalorian such as Nicci it probably had a fair bit of symbolic meaning. He took a step or two back to make distance and cleared his throat, committing to eye movement and blinking to target the Ordo upon his HUD screen. (Rolling initiative).

[02:16] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Soron Skirata(soron2009 Flux) rolled 27 [Willpower:07]

[02:16] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Rolled 21 [Willpower:10]

[02:18] Nicci Ordo chuckled, "Well this is a spar, in an aruteii city.  Can't go shooting up the place and jetpacking at this hour.  Authorities get grumpy.  Besides, the battle circle is a means of earning honor and glory among one's peers, vod!" she grinned when he drew a melee weapon, slipping her hands behind her and drawing her own blades and looking at him. "Your move then."

[02:22]  "Much obliged. Let's see how I fare against an elite swordswoman, then." Soron said before raising the beskar blade to point its tip towards Nicci. Without an added word, he decided to go on the offensive, dashing right off his spot into a sprint at the Ordo. Upon his approach, he attempted to send a powerful diagonal swing her way, hoping the force alone of the blow would force her into parrying with both her blades.

[02:23] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Soron Skirata(soron2009 Flux) rolled 22 [Strength:10]

[02:23] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Rolled 26 [Strength:10]

[02:26] Nicci Ordo did indeed parry with both blades, raising them up in a cross maneuver to block  his blow.  She then used their close quarters to place a boot on Soron's chest and pushing hard, attempting to knock him down on his back.  There was nothing more thrilling to her than melee combat, with swords being extensions of her arms.  She had never gotten the same feeling from the coldness of blasterbolts.

[02:26] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Rolled 30 [Strength:10]

[02:30] Soron 's blade was stopped mid-momentum by Nicci's sharp parry and even sharper counter-kick, which sent Soron off his feet and onto his jetpack-harnessed back with an "Oomph." The Mandalorian quickly recognized his inferiority in close-quarters, having acted too rashly. By instinct of combat he reverted to his area of expertise, using his left, free gloved hand to tug at his WESTAR-34 blaster pistol. Even though he was still on his back, Soron flicked the blaster pistol into its custom stun setting, extended his arm, and attempted to send off a small volley of stun bolts at Nicci's thighs, abdomen, and torso, in hopes of overpowering her nervous system to get a breather and maybe the chance for some distance.

[02:30] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Soron Skirata(soron2009 Flux) rolled 14 [Agility:10]

[02:31] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Rolled 30 [Agility:10]

[02:33] Nicci Ordo reacted quickly and did a barrel roll to dodge the sudden bolts, which then ricocheted off the metal walls of the room several time before fizzling out near Cassus.  She then swung both blades around and attempted to knick the small mandalorian male's thighs just where his upper thighplates ended on either side.

[02:33] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Rolled 30 [Strength:10]

[02:35] Cassus Ordo grunted as Soron pulled out his blaster and his blaster bolt landed near his position "Fuckin'" He shook his head as he took another swig from his narcoleth.

[02:40] Soron got onto his armored knee-cap, raised himself onto his feet, and then felt a sudden pain across the backs of both his left and right thighs as Nicci's blades pierced through the armorweave and cut through flesh and a tendon or two. "Argh!!" Soron grunted in pain, stumbling forward as blood began to soak his undersuit pants. He forced himself to stay on his feet but turned to face his target. He shoved the WESTAR-34 back into its thigh holster and again charged at Nicci, this time barking a verbal command to activate his left forearm's mechanized wrist-blade. He swung a vigorous back-hand with his beskad, this time with even more ferocity than last time, and then attempted to lunge with his left Mandalorian vambrace blade into the softer spot between her collar bone and shoulder to cause some tendon damage.

[02:40] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Soron Skirata(soron2009 Flux) rolled 25 [Strength:10]

[02:41] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Rolled 14 [Strength:10]

[02:41] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Your Health Score has been decreased to 4/5.

[02:42] Cassus Ordo gulps more narcoleth

[02:43] Nicci Ordo cried out loudly as the blade stuck into her shoulder.  But it was a sound that did not sound entirely painful, almost joyful.  Having been made numb from all the narcoleth, she revelled in the sensation of feeling.  Given his close quarters to her she spun her larger blade around from the shoulder that had not been impaled, and brought it down similarly on HIS shoulder.

[02:43] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Rolled 27 [Strength:10]

[02:43] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Soron Skirata(soron2009 Flux) rolled 30 [Strength:10]

[02:51] Soron jerked his shoulder upwards, enough to cover the exposed part of his arm with the pauldron. Nicci's beskad reflected off of the beskar alloy, certainly leaving a deep bruise but keeping his limb from being torn clean off. He pulled his own wrist blade out of her shoulder and took several steps back, weakening his hand to get the wrist blade to recede. He reached into a side pouch and tugged at a concussion grenade, priming it with a click of a button before attempting to masterfully underarm it just behind Nicci, at her feet.

[02:51] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Soron Skirata(soron2009 Flux) rolled 20 [Agility:10]

[02:51] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Rolled 20 [Strength:10]

[02:54] Nicci Ordo's eyes went wide as she just barely noticed the concussion grenade in time and kicked it back at him, attempting to aim it between HIS feet instead of blowing up right under her own. "Playing with fire there throwing grenades vod!" she giggled, being the typical crazy ordo and finding this as the most fun she had had in weeks.

[02:54] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Rolled 25 [Agility:10]

[02:54] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Soron Skirata(soron2009 Flux) rolled 24 [Agility:10]

[02:55] Cassus Ordo briefly covers his eyes as the grenade goes off, while also trying to protect his narcoleth from spilling over

[02:57] Soron wasn't expecting the agile response. He was sent off his feet the moment the concussion grenade went off just a foot or so ahead of him. The beskad flew out of his gloved hand and he banged his helmeted head against one corner of the ring. "Nrgh..." he grunted whilst forcing himself up with quite the migraine. He shook his head, focused his aim, and darted into a commando roll towards his blade. He attempted to pick it up as he rolled onto a knee cap only to deliver a horizontal swipe against the side of her knee cap.

[02:57] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Soron Skirata(soron2009 Flux) rolled 11 [Strength:10]

[02:58] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Rolled 13 [Strength:10]

[02:58] Miron - Soron (soron2009.flux): (Absolutely disgusting RNGesus)

[03:00] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Soron Skirata(soron2009 Flux) rolled 11 [Strength:10]

[03:02] Nicci Ordo's knee caps were covered in heavy phrik armor and the blade clanged loudly against the plate when he attempted to land it.  She flipped one of her blades to use the flat end and attempted to basically uppercut him with the flat part of the blade.  She didn't want to kill him afterall, so she did not use the pointy end for this maneuver.

[03:02] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Rolled 20 [Strength:10]

[03:03] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Soron Skirata(soron2009 Flux) rolled 19 [Strength:10]

[03:04] Cassus Ordo gulps more narcoleth

[03:07] Soron felt a loud crack as his head was forced to jerk backwards. His metal chin was hit relatively hard by the hilt, and so the seal went undone and the helmet flew off, revealing the pale Mandalorian with a bloodied nose and a woozy vision. He stumbled side to side for a short moment, acclimating his eyes to the lack of a HUD screen. He gave into his right leg's slight limp for a moment in taking a step or two back, but then straightened his back out and pointed the blade at Nicci again, "Blast. You're better than Shev with those blades." his unfiltered voice huffed before he attempted to race at the other, this time gripping his blade with both hands in order to raise it overhead and bring it down upon Nicci's helmet hard, if he could.

[03:07] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Soron Skirata(soron2009 Flux) rolled 22 [Strength:10]

[03:08] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Rolled 27 [Strength:10]

[03:10] Nicci Ordo raised both blades in a cross again to block his maneuver.  She smirked heavily. "My blades are an extension of my body and I am a war machine of pure battle lust with them," she growled pleasurably, before again swinging the bottom-most blade down and around, in a sweeping circular movement attempting to knock him off his feet with a knick to the calf where there was no plating.

[03:10] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Rolled 19 [Strength:10]

[03:08] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Rolled 27 [Strength:10]

[03:11] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Soron Skirata(soron2009 Flux) rolled 17 [Agility:10]

[03:12] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Soron Skirata(soron2009 Flux) has been defeated.

[03:18] Soron 's right calf was succinctly pierced by the tip of the beskar blade, which forced him onto his right knee-cap and elicited another grunt from him. He kept the other blade parried in the air, but that point his grip was waning, "It's clear you're a better swordswoman than me." he grunted, "But if this were an open field, or a ground upon which warriors truly seek battle, you and I know both know we wouldn't be so limited in combat style or weapon choice." he growled lowly, "Regardless. I'll yield. Who trained you to fight with a blade?"

[03:19] Miron - Soron (soron2009.flux): but at that* point his

[03:23] Nicci Ordo sheathed her blades and removed her helmet.  She pulled a bacta pack from her belt pouch, and opened it up, applying some to his wounds first even though she was heavily bleeding from her shoulder still.  "Mand'alor the Reclaimer taught me...just about everything I know.  We used to practice with blades for hours every day, because it was my weapon preference." she replied.  "You know I held my own against you pretty well even on the forest moon of Endor," she chuckled.  "I fight better when drunk I think.  In any case, you should be well rounded in skill so that you are prepared for any occasion.  I will be happy to spar with you and improve your skill with melee weapons.  If you return the same to me with blasters.  Despite the disadvantage, you still fought me which speaks highly of your honor and courage vod." she said quietly.

[03:31] Soron weakly raised himself to his feet once the pressure was off. He barely slung his traditional beskad over-shoulder to magnetize it back onto its panel along the Z-6. He opted to let Nicci deal with applying bacta shots and the like to his wounds along the back of his legs. He reached into one of his back belt pouched and pulled out a bacta shot of his own, sticking it by the injury he carved out in her shoulder, "Appreciated. I'd be a fool to pass up the opportunity to better my skill with a blade. And if I can teach you the tricks of my trade and make you a better marksman in the process, all the better." he reasoned, offering a slightly bloodied smile, "I never met the Reclaimer myself — I was too young. But I heard stories. A fine warrior. The least we can do is keep his warrior wisdom alive."

[03:32] Miron - Soron (soron2009.flux): belt pouches*

[03:36] Nicci Ordo was only doing ointment, she had not stuck him very deeply so that she had damaged any arteries or internal organs.  The ointment would heal the flesh wounds enough within a few minutes.  She grunted when he stuck her.  He had cut her fairly deeply with that saw blade.  She stood up and chuckled a little, wiping the blood from his lips with her thumb, forgetting herself a moment, before awkwardly putting her hand down.  "He was....the perfect Mand'alor, in my opinion.  Perhaps is why he reigned the longest.  The clans are not an easy thing to unite.  But he was quite skilled in battle also, and it was my honor to train under him as my al'verd.  He undertook my verd'goten as well.  He pushed me harder than any of my peers.  Had me take the head of a kyr'stad al'verd before I had earned any of my armor.  But I am grateful he pushed me that hard." she admitted.  "I will certainly not forget him." she said quietly.

[03:40] Cassus Ordo looks over to Nicci "Do you need me to look at those wounds, Alor'ad?" He points to her own

[03:47] Soron knew and trusted Nicci enough not to recoil from the contact at first but it did elicit a natural frown. He didn't make a deal of it but followed up with further wiping the blood off his lips using a pair of gloved fingers. Soron's maroon eyes glanced Cassus' way once the man posed the question but he focused his attention back on the Ordo ahead of him, "I understand the sentiment. Though I didn't know the man, my mother taught me his history well. He was a Mandalorian preoccupied with a Neo-Crusader mentality and a desire for glorious crusades. The call for conquest was timely, but I've know of several families who disagreed with many of his views and actions. Not to speak ill of the dead, of course. We should always be thankful for our mentors, especially if they're good." he said, "I look forward to studying the techniques and tricks he taught you. I'm sure you'll enjoy learning new ways to use your gear and ranged weaponry, too." he said, taking a slight step backwards. The cream already took effect,

[03:47] Soron  his wounds began healing, "Though Cassus posed a fair question — is your shoulder alright? That combination of blades killed quite the massive nexu half a rotation ago."

[03:47] Miron - Soron (soron2009.flux): effect, so* his wounds

[03:48] Miron - Soron (soron2009.flux): I've known* of several

[03:49] Nicci Ordo says, "Lek, no osik....you about mauled my arm off with that thing.  I want one!" she said.  "I will be fine.  Little blood loss never hurt anybody." she replied, walking over to Cassus and taking his narcoleth bottle and taking a big gulp of it, unless he stopped her of course, though that would be ill advised.  She handed it back to him when done.  "The bacta shot should fix it up in a bit.  Probably.  Lek...probably.""

[03:50] Cassus Ordo shrugs and continued to drink from the bottle. Less brain damage for him I guess.

[03:55] Soron couldn't help but smirk, his eyes studying the alcohol carefully. "Let me know if it doesn't heal fast enough. I always have a bacta grenade at the ready." he quipped before turning to take several steps towards his helmet. He strained to bend over and pick up the technological marvel. He opted to hold it to his side and walked over to the two, "I could get behind this, though. Granted, you Ordo warriors have a gloomy and borderline barbaric environment, there's something... exhilarating about bashing heads. I look forward to more of this." he said, glancing between the two, "We should gather more of your family and... establish some sort of brawl. It could be helpful for training. You have any ge'verde?" (The answer is yes, I just got Jorval one. lol)

[04:00] Nicci Ordo nodded, "We do.  A few.  And who you callin gloomy, techhead?  Allit Ordo knows how to have fun better than anyone.  Drinking, fighting, singing, kriffing...what else kind of fun is there even?" she looked around.  "You may be right with the barbaric environment but it feels like home to us.  And yes, it is exhilarating.  We would be honored to bash in more Skirata heads and learn them a thing or two." she smirked.

[04:03] Cassus Ordo "I'd like to bash more Imperial skulls myself...."

[04:06]  "Heh." Soron chuckled in response, shuffling slightly, "Let's stay in contact over comms. I'll be on and around the Core Worlds for the next short while, but the Inner Rim is close — only an hour or two of a hyperdrive journey. I'll try visit once a day to clash blades." he proposed, "We're going to have more honorable work to distribute amongst the Clans soon enough. In time, we're going to be fighting side by side against the most dangerous prey there is — sentient sorcerers." he said, "So the sooner I can master this blasted beskad, the better."

[04:08] Nicci Ordo nodded, "Usually more effective against those sorcerers than a blaster.  Told A'denla I wanted to be a sorcerer killer and that is why I trained with melee so adamantly.  We will have you ready, though you have an excellent track record of bringing in Jedi and Sith regardless."

[04:08] Cassus Ordo looks to Nicci moving to hold the bottle out for her "Want the rest, Alor'ad?"

[04:09] Nicci Ordo (suraya.scribe) accepted it and put the bottle to her lips, "Of course I do," she smirked.

[04:09] Narcoleth bottle: Touch me to detach

[04:10] Cassus Ordo nods "Think I'm gonna hit my bunk... less you got something for me to fix or.... something else to do."

[04:11] Nicci Ordo smirked, "Vod, I am not your buir.  Go to bed whenever you want.  Else I'll make you mop our blood up off the floor."

[04:13] Cassus Ordo nods "Right. I'll see you later." He walks over to the lift to his room, going up the turbolift before hitting the bunk

[04:13] Cassus Ordo "K'oyaci."

[04:13] Soron exhaled a brief snort at the happy bottle sharing, "Mandalorian war technology allows us to face off against Jedi and Sith effectively. Mandalorian vambraces were created by our forefathers to combat Jedi powers." he recalled, "But few weapons are a match to lightsabers. Beskade happen to be our close-quarters counterpart, but to use a blade as fast as a sorcerer with heightened senses and reflexes is quite a feat. I hope to master it. Clearly, you have." he said, and offered Cassus a nod, "K'oyacyi, vod."

[04:18] Nicci Ordo finished the bottle rather quickly and set the empty down on one of the ring edges.  She snarled, "The Force is a crutch lesser men and women use to overcome their pitiful weaknesses.  I have molded my body into a machine to prove myself their equal without use of their pathetic sorcery.  You do the same with technology and outsmarting them.  They do not have the god-status aruetii grant to them.  Anyone can practice with a good blade and be a match for them, and it will be my honor to teach you."

[04:20] Soron offered a genuine smile, "I'm glad to hear that. I look forward to practicing with you." he said, "But I should get going too. Vor entye, vod, for the spar."

[04:21] Nicci Ordo nodded, feeling the urge to go make out with her pillow herself. "Vor'e.  Feel free to stay in one of the spare rooms for the night if you wish to sleep somewhere other than your ship." she offered.

[04:23]  "Hah." Soron offered a sharp chuckle, "You know me so well, Ni. Nothing beats the pilot's chair." he jested before placing his helmet atop his head and tightening the neck seal.

[04:24] Nicci Ordo smirks. "If you say so.  I hope it at least reclines.  I never could manage sleeping while sitting up.  Brutal dreams vod."

[04:27]  "It sort of reclines." Soron legit thought about it for a moment, "But not that much. It's fine, though, I've slept in worse environments. I'd advise you to go prepare for your hangover." his filtered voice teased.

[04:28] Nicci Ordo scoffed, "Hangover...pft!  I got narcoleth instead of blood vod.  I'll be fiiine.  I don't get hangovers unless I am flat on my face involuntarily by the end of the night.  Sides I think some of the alcohol bled out of me when you stuck me with that thing." she laughed, heading for the turbolifts.

[cinvhetinordo]

Redemption

[10:07] Jorval Ordo traveled far from the frigid wastes of shogun to the lush forests of Onderon. Equally worthy for a warrior's mettle, but in very different ways. The chieftain ventured into the clan's establishment, his Dathomiri lance in tow - alive with the soft humming of the electricity that coursed through it. His arrival was heralded by heavy foot falls against the wooden floors. It was alive with activity - banter and fights happened with regularity though he paid them little mind. Alor'ad stood out from the crowd and he approached her. "Su'cuy, ner Alor'ad."  He greeted in a low, gutural sound, eventually standing before her though his gaze appeared to be more occupied by the selection of alcohols behind the counter.

[10:13] Nicci Ordo had just arrived herself, finally returning from her trip to Nar Shaddaa.  She herself was preoccupied with a myriad of thoughts as a result of the new information she had discovered.  She had only just sat down, deep in thought, when Jorval walked through the door and addressed her.  This was surprising.  She had felt a tension around him and she was rarely addressed much.  "Su'cuy," she grunted.  She too was gazing at the many choices of alcohols behind the bar.  Though she was known to be drunk quite often, today was the first time she had felt she needed one.  "Oh I sent that...Grat'ua Alor to you a while back to see about housing up with Ordo.  Did he ever send you a comm?"

[10:21] Jorval Ordo rolled his shoulders. He likewise enjoyed filling up on alcohol, mainly for the brawls that often followed the inhibition. "Hm." He grunted at her inquiry, "He found me on Shogun. He sought to fight together 'as equals.' He growled in reply.  "He denied a house in that wretched gathering but favors one now. Confusing change of heart." He gestured to the bartender and called out: "Two Narcoleths. My tab." Ordering for Nicci as well as himself. Narcoleth was the strongest produced within Mandalorian space, and it was his favorite. "Come." He growled as he made his way toward one of the tables, "I need to speak with you."

[10:25] Nicci Ordo scowled.  She never really liked people ordering for her.  But at least he got her a narcoleth instead of netra'gal, for it was also her favorite.  The bartender pulled out a bottle and poured her glass, but instead of taking the glass she just grabbed the bottle and followed him to the table.  She pulled her helmet off so she could actually drink it, setting it on the table surface and looked at him, albeit with slight wary.  "Lek?" she asked.  She was not at that meeting, but it didn't matter.  Only end results mattered.

[10:37] Jorval Ordo unsealed his helmet, but didn't pry it from his head entirely. Instead he merely pulled it up so that his scarred features were visible. A slight smirk became visible when she took the whole bottle, even giving a slight nod of approval. Still, his expression quickly turned hard as it usually was. His arms crossed over his plated chest and a moment of silence ensued. The stubborn warlord found it difficult to confide, to share his thoughts. He turned most others away, and mutilated those foolish enough to insist. Still, if there was anyone he deemed worthy of speaking to - it was the only other Mando'ad he saw as his equal. "I have made bad decisions." He growled in admittance. "I have fought alongside Kyrt'sade. I have killed many... some deserving. Others not. I know you only yield Ordo to me because of how I use my fists, not my mind. As I stand now I am unworthy of my grandfather's legacy... But I would see that change." He said, perhaps relinquishing as many words as he has ever said in a single

[10:37] Jorval Ordo: sentence. A finger on his cybernetic hand - the hand that Nicci herself took - pointed in her direction. "I need your help you achieve this. Your are wiser than I am. Tell me - How do I gain redemption?"

[10:49] Nicci Ordo almost choked on the narcoleth.  She paused for a long moment, the bottle still held upright to her lips, liquid suspended in time as he spoke.  She took a long drag from it with much swallowing, before she slowly set it down, wiping her mouth on the back of her gauntlet.  It was several moments before she spoke, his words having caught her entirely off-guard.  She wanted to think on this carefully, to give the respectful answer a question like that deserved.  She exhaled heavily, then replied, "The first step toward redemption is to...acknowledge one's past mistakes.  The stubborn...never learn anything.  Your words now are...unexpected.  But they inspire hope in my heart.  You come to me asking how you may seek redemption, but you have already taken the first step yourself.  The rest will be up to your actions, reflected in the way you lead this clan into its future.  But more than that.  Our people's numbers have grown small, and we have done that to ourselves.  Disagreement over what it is to be

[10:49] Nicci Ordo  mandalorian, killing each other over philosophy.  I have come to believe it will drive us to extinction.  I still hold to my beliefs as mando'ad but, have come to respect others beliefs as mando'ade as long as it does not dishonor the resol'nare.  It is my opinion that, if you show not just our clan, but our people as a whole, that you care to see us thrive once again, it can erase your kyr'tsad past.  There is no guide datapad on how to live.  We will all make mistakes.  It is what we do with those mistakes that define who we are.  Who are you?"

[10:58] Jorval Ordo himself reached out for the bottle once she had finished, tilting his head back and taking a hearty gulp of it before setting it back hard on the table. All this while listening carefully to every word she had to say. He rolled his shoulders at the revelations. Nicci, a Mandalorian of few words like himself, likewise surprised him with such a speech. The notion of showing 'all others' outside his clan his intentions brought about a light scowl. Jorval did not like other clans. He was not as tolerant as she was, but he was also younger. "These other clans speak our language and wear the armor, but that is where our similiarities end. They take pride in being mercenaries and boot licks, lying to themselves by calling it 'honorable war.' I have nothing in common with these Mando'ade..." Her last question though, he answered promptly - "I am Jorval Kad, Alor be'Aliit Ordo. And I want to be worthy of that title."

[11:10] Nicci Ordo smirked a little. "That may be true.  But we do not all have to be similar, to be children of Mandalore.  They are all men and women who follow the resol'nare, who went through their trials and wear the armor.  They are not aruetiise, they are one of us.  They are our people, and they come in many sizes, shapes, colors, and personalities.  While I abhor the mercenary way of life, in the past our efforts to show them -our- ideals has gotten us nowhere.  We have been called kyr'tsad by the ignorant.  But in thinking on it, can we blame them, when our approach was to call them boot-licks and liars?  I have learned that words can have greater effect than fists at times, and bring about only a closed mind.  We cannot fight our enemies if we are fighting among ourselves.  We will never again have a Mand'alor if he will be killed due to a long line of challengers who disagree with every ounce of his beliefs, no matter what the beliefs are.  If you speak with these other vod, and actually take the time to learn w

[11:10] Nicci Ordo  they believe as they do, you may find you have more in common than you think, you just execute your plans differently." she responded to his first statements.  To his last, she said.  "And what does Jorval Kad want for Aliit Ordo?  What does he want of himself?"

[11:21] Jorval Ordo took another swig of the bottle as she continued to advise him. As the Alor'ad she was doing precisely what she needed to do. He was silent whilst she spoke, hearing out every word with caution. His eye twitched when she spoke of accepting the other clans as brethren, but that was merely his own stubbornness. Even now, he managed to power through it and find reason in the notion. A simple grunt and nod would be all he offered in terms of agreement to the terms. it would be a hard path, but he could see himself coming to respect the others. It was her latter inquiry that weighed the heaviest on him, however. A small pause ensued before he answered, "For Ordo to be the mightiest of the clans. I want Mando'ade and aruetiise alike to know our name. For Mando'ade to respect it, and for aruetiise the tremble at it. I would see us be larger than Skirata, and to remain a family through every war. As for myself..." He shrugged, "If I do not die a glorious death, then I hope to remain worthy. Have a family, and

[11:21] Jorval Ordo: bear children to pass this on to."

[11:29] Nicci Ordo actually smiled a little.  "Those are noble ambitions.  In order to be given respect, one must be willing to show respect.  I believe if you can do that, then that is a reachable goal.  Sometimes our greatest challenges are the ones we give ourselves, within our hearts.  Your biggest obstacle is your stubbornness.  You must beat it in submission and take control over it, not let it control you.  I did not believe you could do it before.  Now I think you are ready to.  If Ordo can show they respect the way of life of the other clans then we will be respected among them.  Our battle prowess will be enough to make aruetiise tremble before us.  And our clan will grow, and we will be a name recognized once again.  And when that happens, we will be in a position to lead by example.  Others will be more open to listening, and we may yet be able to convince our people that the mercenary way of life is but a pale glimmer of the glory we could be after."

[11:36] Jorval Ordo paused somewhat to process the information, taking a last swig of the bottle before offering Nicci a light nod. "vor'e, Alor'ad." He growled before pulling his helmet back down over his head and sealing it in place. He rose from his seat and gathered his lance, offering another nod her way. "The bottle is on me. One day soon, we ought to have a drinking competition." He said with a rough chuckle. "But until then, you have my comm, should you need anything. It is time Ordo grew into a family."

[11:43] Nicci Ordo smirked, "We own the bar, ner Alor.  The bottle is on the clan when we do inventory.  I drink half the stock anyway," she burped.  "You would lose that contest at least," she smirked.  "I will use your comm more often.  Might have a couple new people coming in.  I will let you know."

[11:45] Jorval Ordo then left like a boss

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Scouting Duro

[19:07] Nicci Ordo set the ship down on one of the landing platforms far away from the thickest cluster of Imperials that she could see on visual.  She had gotten authorization to clear the planetary shield by claiming to be bounty hunters seeking work with the former Grand Moff Panham.  They were allowed to land with minimal issue, and Nicci shut off the engines and looked back at Soron.

[19:16]  The Mandalorian clad in blue, battered combat armor stepped down the ramp after Nicci. He halted atop the platform and allowed his visor to glare over the central city of Duros. Eventually, his gaze met hers, "Good job on getting us on-world -- we should have enough time to map out the area. Let's split up and jetpack? You take North end of the city, I'll take South, and we rendezvous back here to compile data and construct a 3D model of the area?"

[19:18] Nicci Ordo just stared at him, having expected they would go together rather than in single numbers in hostile territory.  "Yeah I guess vod, this is your operation." she replied, securing her repeater and activating her jetpack.

[19:20]  "We should draw less attention that way. There's nothing more fierce than Mandalorian jetpacking in formation." Soron said, before barking a verbal command that activated his own quiet Z-6 and launched him into the air, "Stay on comms, vod'ika."

[19:25] Hypervelocity Canon: The hypervelocity cannon swivels around ready to fire at orbital targets.  Roll intellect over 20 to disable.  Failure will result in alarm sound.

[19:40] Nicci Ordo says through helmet comms so the troops do not hear it. "This seems to be their shield generator."

[19:42]  After scanning out the hypervelocity cannons atop the series of buildings, the Mandalorian jetpacked scrupulously towards Nicci. He landed by her, and spoke back into the comms after analyzing the device, "Elek, it appears to be so. Good that these Imps aren't expecting airborne scouting forces." he buzzed, "I only counted three of the cannons. You saw another one, or did I miss it?"

[19:43] Nicci Ordo pointed to the top of the tower, though without drawing attention to herself, and spoke into the comm unit again, "There is one on top of this tower, did you get that one?  Which three did you find?"

[19:48] Soron 's visor glanced up finally, and he committed to eye movement and blinking in order to tag the final cannon within his partial rendering of the layout. He finally glanced at the other, "What would I do without you, Ni? I think we have all of the key reconnaissance now, with specific coordinates." he said into the comm, before coolly turning away to face her, as though paying no attention to the device or the two guards that stood by.

[19:50] Nicci Ordo nodded, "Elek. Shall we get a room here and wait for the others or return to the yaim and drink ourselves stupid until the battle day arrives?" she chuckled.

[19:54]  "Heh. Let's head back to Onderon, but I'll try to abstain from drinking for a little. Indulged a little too much." Soron said, before huffing a verbal command which lifted him a few feet off the ground.

[20:02] Soron landed just by Nicci atop the platform. It was a very successful scouting mission, all in all, and he tapped the side of his helmet to share his holographic data with her, "This is what I have. Plenty to strategize off of." he said, "Though... there so /is/ such a thing as over-indulging. I care about my health, you know." he teased, tapping his chest-plate.

[20:04] Nicci Ordo just grunted as she received the data. "Bah.  Drinking is good for ya. Kad Haragir says so!" she replied, walking into the ship and preparing it to take off, again.  "You're paying for gas by the way, rich boy."

[20:07]  "Hah. Wouldn't have it any other way." Soron replied after making his way up the ramp and into the vessel. He sat in the co-pilot's chair and got straight to work, the art of flying being somewhat second nature for him, "Though.. Kad Ha'rangir says you should drink? Huh.. I ought to revise my theology." he played along with the jest.

[20:08] Nicci Ordo nodded repeatedly. "Lek vod, by drinking!" she agreed, though not in the way he meant it.  She just grinned at him, though it was kind of silly thing to do through her mirror-visored helmet.  She waited for him to set coordinates and then punched it for home!

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Mandalorian Clan Rally

[18:09]  And so the Clans were rallied, and the finest amongst them heeded the call. Gathering in the Journeyman Protectors' outpost on Onderon, an aruetii world in existence by Clan Ordo's moon of Dxun, the Clan representatives and tag-along Mandalorians found their seats. The Mandalorian clad in blue, battered combat armor raised to his feet, and removed his helmet -- something he rarely did. He lay it atop the table, and allowed his maroon eyes to look over those gathered, "Su cuy'gar, ner vode. I am Soron Skirata of Clan Skirata, Protector of Mandalore." he introduced himself, "Feel free to drink up the spirits -- we have gathered an assortment of tihaar, narcolethe and ne'tra gal." he listed off Mandalorian favorites, "But we have pressing matters to discuss. Before we begin, let's have everyone introduce themselves." he said, turning his head to his right, towards Cin.

[18:11] Ekuwa Skirata stood in complete silence and just watched and listened as she often did. It was her first time at something like this and had been a bit taken back by all of the banners and relics. Ekuwa had taken the time to examine most but of course never tried touching any of them. She felt a bit of pride at the Skirata helmet.

She wondered what the stories were of each of those present at the table, their armor revealing only bits of their deeds over the year. Ekuwa's armor was worn but only because of its lower quality. Her gloved hands lifted her helmet revealing a poof of brown hair. She tucked the helmet under her left arm and stood behind her father

[18:11] Arden Skirata (Mandokar Resident) followed his new family in, snagging a bottle more or less at random at his new brother's invitation and settling in to stand by and learn what he could about the rest of the mandalorians.

[18:14] Cayce Urriah clicks her teeth as she looks over towards Soron, raising a brow, "You know, man, you clean up pretty well. Call me after this, we'll slam." She looks to the volley of drinks on the table and gently pushes them away from her, "In recovery, but vor'e, ner vod." She looks across the group of gathered warriors, "Cin Kata. Daughter of Cayce, ya'll know my kin. I'm standing in as Alor of Kata while my mother is off chasing fukken' jungle mice or some shit finding herself. I'm a clone of the woman, and I don't get her. Anyhow.. I'm also the Commander of the Death Watch, and Captain of the Teroch Wing of our fighter pilots. I'm here because this di'kut to my left rolled up on me and gave me a lecture, but I don't normally put much stock in talking. Lets blow some shit up and have some fun, vode."

[18:16] Zak'arn Gra'tua: wasn't far away already in the building just a floor below. Zak'arn stepped out of the elevator making his way over towards the table and taking a seat looking over those who were already there and giving them each a nod of his head. As the introductions begun he would wait for his turn before his comms coming to life through a burst of static. "Zak'arn, Alor of Aliit Gra'tua" he said simply

[18:16] Zoe Gra'tua followed Zak onto the top floor were the Protectors resided. Arms over her chest as se moved to stand to Zak's right. She said nothing and just waited.

[18:17] Shev'la Skirata made his way through the series of guards until he was in the Cabure office. He nodded to the guards and made his way over to his seat on the table and nodded to the other Alore, as well as his brother. "I am Shev'la Skirata, current standing Alor be Aliit Skirata.... some of you know me by now, some not so much. I've assumed Alor'ship after most of my Aliit had already shamed itself. I'm seeking to reclaim our honor." He looks at the Tihaar and waves it off "Another time perhaps."

[18:18] Nicci Ordo sat heavily in her seat, ignoring the brightly colored bottles.  She didn't trust anything that was pink.  Her visor fell on the one claiming to be Death Watch, and just kept it there.  "Nicci Ordo.  Alor'ad of Ordo." she said rather shortly.

[18:19] Roxy Ne'haryc entered the room, her shoulders heaving with a deep breath, silenced by her helmet. She looked around, but made no move to remove her helmet as she moved to a seat. "Roxy Ne'haryc. Alor of Ne'haryc. One of the last of the tireless clan." She settled into the chair, though it could be clear by the angling of her head that she was eying the Ne'tra Gal.

[18:24] Beskaryc Kyr'am looked around the table as he took his seat, armor thudding against it as he leaned back, eyes falling around the room. "So this time has come again I see." he growled, voice mechanical through his buy'ce's speaker. "I trust I'm not too late to this meeting.

[18:28] Soron 's attention darted from person to person, completely disregarding the alcohol himself. His eyes, however, lingered the longest on Cin, both during her speech and in passing glances. The Mandalorian's attention shifted onto Besk, "Nayc, vod, just in time. Beskaryc Kyr'am, Alor of Clan Kyr'am." he opted for a faster introduction period. He eventually cleared his throat once everyone did get the chance to introduce themselves, "Jate. I'd like you all to consider yourselves the best and brightest of the Clans -- the future of our culture." he said, "Naturally, we want a future of honor. Now more than ever, without a Mand'alor to lead us, we need to strive for unity. We need to point our blasters in the same direction, and we need to have a united objective." he said, "We need to create allies and make adversaries. That is why you are here today. To make your Clan's voice heard with a proposed future for our ranks."

[18:30] Cin Kata threads her fingers together, watching Soron intensely, a small smile playing on her normally icy expression. "Who are we invading? Personally, I'd suggest the Verpine."

[18:33] Zak'arn Gra'tua: would take note of each of the alore that spoke and which clan they each belonged to. Before finally turning towards Cin Kata as she spoke. "Hopefully no one, We are quickly running out of bridges for Deathwatch to burn. Maybe we should work on building some for a change ?" he asked looking across the table.

[18:34] Zoe Gra'tua smirked beneath her helm and just continued to remain silent for now.

[18:38] Shev'la Skirata had little to nothing to say on the matter, his mind was focused on something else at the moment. He just observed the meeting.

[18:39] Nicci Ordo folded her arms across her chest, her eyes briefly darting to Soron and for a moment, felt like a fool.  She listened to the others speak, her eyes falling on the one clad in armor who had not bothered to introduce themselves before looking back at the rest. "I wouldn't mind mowing down the Kyr'tsad to purge this galaxy of a plague." she said flatly, looking right at Cin.

[18:40] Roxy Ne'haryc grunted along with Soron, a snort escaping her in reaction to Zak'arn's words. "Migh' be a 'alfway decen' idea. Make some allies or a' leas' some contac's. Try an' uh... build our numbers before we go pickin' figh's." She paused, shifting in her chair and causing a quiet scraping sound as her armour plates touched. "An' when did we star' workin' with Kyr'tsad?"

[18:43] Eris Latium Skirata slips her Buy'ce to the right, breaking the seal between her neck guard and helmet. As she lofts the baskar from her head, long black strands flow down her shoulders, whilst light blue gaze peers intently about at the others in the room. She was honored that Buir invited her to accompany him. The young woman holds her helmet in one hand while silently watching the proceedings.

[18:51] Soron 's eyes jumped from Mandalorian to Mandalorian, "Two proposals, then: invade Verpine territories in the Roche sector, or destroy Death Watch." he said, his gaze shifting onto Cin. His eyes did narrow momentarily, but after a moment of thought he quirked the side of his mouth and spoke to the table, "As much as it pains me to see a mantle of dishonor dwell amongst our people, Clan Kata has been loyal to Mandalore for decades." he offered a defense, glancing back towards Cin, "But let me warn you, vod: prove to be the dishonorable raider that your Kyr'tsad forefathers were, and the Journeyman Protectors will eliminate you." he offered, furrowing his brows as it almost pained him to threaten. "I have a proposal of my own, but first. On the basis that Death Watch will only be tolerated until it betrays the Mandalorians, I vote that we don't take to heart Kata's claim to the bloodthirsty mantle -- if she and hers once again fall into dishonor, Mandalorians deal with them for good. Everyone in favor?"

[18:57] Arden Skirata (Mandokar Resident) screwed up his face in confusion. Why would someone take up the name 'Death Watch' if they didn't intend to act in the way that, historically speaking, Death Watch had always acted? By his reckoning, this was the equivalent of a court proceedural holo where the suspect pulls out a gun and points it at the prosecution, and the judge says 'I'll allow it. Let's see where this is going'.

[18:58] Cin Kata raises a brow at the round of threats and folds one leg over the other, "That, you fucking joyless chakaare, was a joke. Additionally, I'm here because our former-former Mand'alor made peace between our factions. I'm as much of a Mandalorian as all of you, and the Death Watch were given pardons. That said.." She drags a hand through her hair and glances to the bottles nearest to her, giving them another push away, before looking back out. "The Death Watch are a civilian militia that is willing to enact deeds most aren't. We exist to bring terror to the hearts of any who would infringe on our people. We aren't here to conquer anymore-- as I said in my manifesto. But raiding itself isn't.. implicitly bad. In times of hunger, Kata itself has raided worlds for medicine and food stocks, but with warning before arrival. It is my clan's firm belief that any honorable combat, is honorable combat." She stretches out, "One last note. If you feel that I or mine have slighted you, yours, or just deserve killing, you're welcome to come to me with blades or blasters outside of this room-- lets not destroy Soron's nice office, lek?"*

[18:58] Zoe Gra'tua thought about the fight over Taris where Gra'tua would have been destroyed if not for Death Watch. It pained Zoe to think that way but fact was just that. Fact. Taking a moment to speak to her Alor in comms before he would speak.

[19:00] Ekuwa Skirata Didn't quite know the full history about the deathwatch but could feel the tension in the air. What historic crimes had they committed? The young girl turned her head to Cin Kata who gave her retort. It sounded like an excuse for terrorism in her opinion. She'd keep that opinion to herself however as it was not her place to talk or to judge

[19:03] Zak'arn Gra'tua: thought for a long moment hearing someone over comms speak before nodding his head. Looking back over the group he would finally speak up. "Everyone here knows the legacy of Deathwatch. We have all seen them act previously against the mandalorian people. However that being said." he said giving a sigh. "This rendition of Deathwatch has not acted against the mandalorian people as far as I am aware. Outside of that simple fact, I would like to extend something that Jekai would often state. Something I believe we should all keep in mind. We are a dying people. Our clans have never been weaker. Unity is the purpose of this meeting and if we are to be united then we cannot begin with a crusade against our own people." he said "I suggest we focus on the Verpine territories" he said

[19:07] Beskaryc Kyr'am shifted in his seat, remaining silent on the death watch topic for now. "I am old and set in my ways, my Aliit still follows the ways of Verd'goten, I trust you all still do the same." his tone was cold and he was going to remain blunt about it. "Not many of you know who I am, I doubt anyone sitting at this table even remembers my former Aliit Dralshy'a." he paused a hand coming up to rest under the beak of the bird upon his shoulder. "Dralshy'a believed in the Resol'nare the six tenants sacred to being Mando'ade..." he paused for another beat leaning forward to rest his hands upon the table. "And I like Niv Dralshy'a plan to uphold the tradition of verd'goten for all evaar'la to gain their armor and rite to stand with us. As for any assaults I suggest we ensure the Empire stays out of our territories."

[19:10] Shev'la Skirata looks over to Cin and looks between the Alore of the council, then to Soron before finally speaking "I see you for what you are, for that I can tolerate you, Cin be Aliit Kata... as I respect gar Buir and that of Aliit Kata... which leaves me one question, if you're not going to act like complete douchebags to the Mando'ade or to the Aruetiise with Death Watch styled tactics.... why the fuck are you wearing that very mantle? You could've easily gone with another name without any drama from the Clans.... your recruitment probably would've skyrocketed in comparison as well." He crosses his arms.... Shev despised Death Watch... well, the -real- Death Watch anyway. From his perspective these were the equivalent of a bunch of dumb teenagers trying to be cool. He looks back to Beskaryc "Actually... I've met an Alor'ad of Aliit Dral'shya, even fought in the same battle with one during one of the last battles of Taris." He chose to move on "What's important in the Verpine sector?" He asked.

[19:12] Nicci Ordo responded coldly, without any real tone. "Ordo is not in favor. If what you claim is true, they are not Kyr'tsad. There is no reason for you to call yourself Kyr'tsad if you are not.  It's a false title. Renounce Kyr'tsad and return to the true Mandalorians or get the hell out.  Or better yet, fall on one of my blades so I may end your miserable existence.  I'll even clean up the mess." as she understood this woman had been invited here, so she would not just throw a beskad in her skull.  But maybe next time..."If you mean what you say, you will simply be Mando'ade again.  Not Kyr'tsad. The very name of Kyr'tsad is to set one apart from the rest of the Mandalorians in honor and action. It is an empty name with empty meaning, hanging on to the name of terrorists serves what purpose?  None that I can see, unless you are a snake in the grass, as all Kyr'tsad are." she replied.  She looked at the one who spoke out claiming to be of Dralshy'a.  "I do not know who you are vod, but would if you had perhaps introduced yourself as the rest of the Aliits have done."

[19:13] Roxy Ne'haryc scoffed quietly. "We're abiding Kyr'tsad." She shook her head, having quickly dropped the accent. "That mantle? That means something. It's not just some title, yea? If it were, there'd be no reason not to drop it." She gestured towards Shev as he said essentially the same thing. "Especially considering what that mantle means to our people. That mantle signifies beliefs, beliefs that're contrary to our own. It signifies a history of betrayal and dishonour. Seems counter productive to let someone like that have a seat at the table." Her head tilted to the side as the woman spoke, shaking her head. "Why not call yourselves something else if you aren't the kyr'tsad of years past, 'lek? Why associate yourself with that title, eh? I'm all for the unity of our people but the Death Watch have always existed to exclusively oppose us and enforce their own dishonourable beliefs, ain't they? It doesn't make sense to wear the title if you don't fit the role, 'lek? Why not call yourself Kata, Mando'ade as opposed to Kyr'tsad?" She reached forward, taking one of the bottles on the table and uncapping it. One hand went up, lifting her helmet just enough to free the lower half of her face, sniffing at the contents before taking a long drink. "Good to know there are others who feel the same." She nodded to Nicci.

[19:18] R. Ward (Bentley Blackmountain) steps out of the lift. He gives a slight nod to both of the protectors standing guard near the entrance before making his way some distance from the conference table. Not wanting to intrude, he stands with his hands by his side and remains quiet as he listens to the meeting.

[19:25] Soron 's facial features changed drastically as his focus shifted from speaker to speaker. He shut his eyes to consider his own thoughts before shaking his head, "Many good points against the mantle of Death Watch have been made, and if I were religious, Cin, I'd pray to Kad Ha'rangir that you listen to these words of wisdom." he said, "But I want to clarify to you, vode, that Cin Kata sits here not as Kyr'tsad, but as representative of Clan Kata, a family that has been loyal to Mandalore. Like Cin said -- if you have a fault with her, kill her after this meeting." he said it a little more roughly, "The.. Verpire invasion was meant sarcastically. There is nothing of use for us in the Roche sector anymore, our forefathers ransacked the space." he said, "As it stands, the Republic is overseeing a civil war over Hapes space. I recommend that we join their forces -- those of the Clans who fight will be paid as mercenaries, and as a united front, as Mandalorians, we participate in war. We can organize the Clans into a military machine again."

[19:26] Mesh'la Morut: frowned deeply at the mention of Kyr'tsad - it was not something she wished to reflect overly much on at the moment. She took a few seconds to look around the room. She knew very few of those she saw around the table, save two or three. "I would have to agree with the Kyr'am Alor on the subject of Verd'goten, as well as with what a great many of you have stated regarding Kyr'tsad." She glanced around the room, noting the lack of certain banners along the wall. "Also.... if you want to be inclusive of all clans... how about making a bit more of an effort to reach out? I see that not all clans are represented here by their banners... I certainly am not dead, nor is my clan - contrary to what some of you might think."

[19:30] Cin Kata rises up out of her seat abruptly, "..I've got to be off. I'd argue about the Death Watch osik, but apparently my estate on Zeltros is under attack by aruetiise. I'll be in touch, and my people will be present when we're needed. Additionally, if you do want to try and kill me as previously said, Soron here knows where I reside." With that, she slips out, calling over her shoulder, "Soron! Let me know what's decided, also come by later and we'll smash." She steps into the elevator, and then out!

[19:34] Zak'arn Gra'tua: comms came to life once again. "If we are to invest in joining a war alongside the republic then we should do so with the interest in forming alliances as well as gaining territory outright." he said giving a pause looking over towards Kara Alor. "Is that really the most important thing that we should be discussing at this moment ? Don't you think that maybe we should focus on the continue survival of our culture ?" he said giving a sigh looking back to the alore. "Now if we can get back to the business at hand." he said. "I have no issue with assisting the republic in a war effort. But as I stated previously we should do so with the purpose of gaining allies and territory." he said.

[19:37] Beskaryc Kyr'am shifted his gaze to Nicii, his one good eye narrowing under his visor. "I am Beskaryc Kyr'am ad be Niv Dralshy'a, former Alor'ad Aliit Dralshy'a." He paused a bit leaning back in his seat giving a wave of his hand. "I would have figured my beskar'gam would have spoke volumes about that, but it appears I was mistaken." he sighed, the waving hand coming to rest upon the jawbone affixed to his helm. "I trust the Dralshy'a mines are still producing the beskar that you all use for you 'gam. Unless one of you has laid claim to those mines in your own name." he paused a beat, a hand returning to caress the beak of his bird, his attention shifting to Zak'arn. "Because the clans who represent us represent our culture ner vod, without them present we lose a part of who we are."

[19:40] Shev'la Skirata looks over to Soron before speaking "Aliit Skirata's already engaged the Sith aligned Hapans alongside the Republic and the Senate-aligned Hapans in a previous operation.. the conflict is still currently ongoing as it stands, and I think that war is far from over.... though the Sith aligned Hapans's morale seem easier to break considering my previous experience against them." He places his hands back on the arms of his chair "If any Aliit wishes to accompany us on this conflict, they're more than welcome... I certainly won't kriffin' mind, but for payment you'll want to sort that out with the Republic." He crosses his arms "The territory bit might be a bit more complicated.... though I'm not gonna complain of the Mando'ade gains some during the war."

[19:42] Nicci Ordo shrugged, "I care little for the enemy of the aruteii.  But if my people require aid against a foe, you can call on Ordo to crush it.  Long as it isn't working for the Hutts though.  Not working for no Hutt." she replied, with a distaste.  "Republic seems alright I guess."

[19:43] Roxy Ne'haryc sat the bottle back on the table, letting her helmet fall back into place and resetting the seal. She gave only a grunt in response to the kyr'tsad talk, leaning back in the chair. "Ne'haryc can aid in the fight, 'lek."

[19:53] Soron 's eyes had hovered over Nicci mainly, in anticipation for her verbalized mindset. Exhaling a relatively deep breath past his nose in relief, he offered a faint smile to the table before nodding his head a couple of times, "Ibic jate. Ibic ori'jate. <This is good. This is very good.>" he said, "As Shev said, Clan Skirata has had prior business with the Republic. I can consult with Shev and Republic representatives to begin working on a contract. Besides our military services alongside the Republic in this war over Hapes, the contract will establish our benefits in both territory and resources -- credits, vehicles, goods, and other trade." he said, "War is our birthright, but we need this adversary, and the ally attached to it. Let's put it to a vote -- all those in favor of initiating this contract between the Mandalorians and the Republic, say aye. Aye." he raised a gloved hand.

[19:54] Mesh'la Morut: just shook her head at the comment from the one on her left, and sat back, crossing her arms for the moment. "As to assisting the Republic.. my clan is committed to things already. We could however send medical aid or supplies if needed." She would  nod to him, and raise her hand. "I vote Aye."

[19:54] Zecora Gra'tua (Ayeshe Resident) leaned against the chair and coughed idly.

[19:55] Zak'arn Gra'tua: would nod his head looking back towards Beskaryc. "While I respect that opinion and support the pride of mandalorian culture. I also think that we should focus, on the present. Unless we all plan on being nothing less than a gathering of regrets and ghosts once our people have died out." he sated looking back towards Shev'la nodding his head in agreement. "I would like to suggest that should any clan engage in combat against the sith, or alongside the republic during this conflict we make an effort to alert the rest of the clans so that we may continue representing the mandalorians as a unified front moving towards a common goal. I think this would be the best strategy." he said before turning towards Nicci. "Ordo, I would like for you to think of this more so as working for the betterment of our people." Hearing Soron call for a vote he would lift his hand. "Aye" he stated. Zak'arn paused after a moment letting the vote be counted before clearing his throat. "I apologize however I have to go, Zoe my Alor'ad will be representing Gra'tua for the rest of the meeting." he said rising to his feet. "Thank you all for your attention" he said before turning and heading back down the elevator.

[20:01] Beskaryc Kyr'am shifted his gaze around the room, listening to the input of his fellow vode. "So long as we dont work for the slugs I as well as my Aliit will support any conflict we may find ourselves in. As for my vote it is an Aye." his tone remained cold, looking to Soron a moment, giving a subtle nod.

[20:04] Shev'la Skirata nods to Soron "You already know my vote... Skirata is already engaged in the conflict, aye." He nods to Alor Gra'tua "Ret'urcye mhi, Alor Gra'tua. Give your Aliit my regards." His tone, remained stoic throughout the meeting though he looks around himself glancing at some of his new vode and takes a glance towards his ad, noting her presence. There is a sense of pride in her presence here, but he had important business to attend to. Diverting back to the conversation at hand "If there's -one- Sith in the Hapan, I would count on this Sith Empire on sending more to support her or her creating some Army of Sith to try to turn the tide... something we should consider on future strategies."

[20:06] Nicci Ordo grunted at Grat'ua, "Isn't that what I said?!" she replied to the comment about working for the betterment of their people.  She was done speaking on the issue of Kyr'tsad.  Kyr'tsad or not they deserved to be present for such comments and not have them said behind their back.  "Aye," she replied in the affirmative to assisting the Republic.  She had made an oath to the Reclaimer regarding his wife afterall.

[20:08] Roxy Ne'haryc considered Soron's words before nodding her head. "Aye. We'll fight to support our people. We looking primarily at battles in orbit? Ground battles? Some details to relay back to our respective clans'll be good."

[20:17] Soron listened to all the votes and opinions. He offered Zak'arn a curt nod on his way out, and a smile of camaraderie -- a feature he missed sharing. "Kandosii'la. Then it's unanimous -- seven of the seven Clans sitting at the council have voted to establish a contract with the Republic. I will open contact with the Republic Chancellor and keep the Alore updated." he said, before his gaze wandered onto Roxy in particular, "From what Shev and I saw, the combat is in its late naval stages right now, with ground engagements soon begin. Plenty of honorable warfare to be a part of." he said, "I recommend you hunt with your families to prepare for combat. The Mandalorians will stand on the battlefield as one, behind a single banner. I'll keep the Clan leaders updated on job specifics."

[20:19] Mesh'la Morut: fiddled with the small wrist computer for a moment, typing out a message before sending it to Nicci and then Besk. She then turned her attention to Soron. "Please let me know what you might need in the way of medical supplies or personnel."

[20:20] Zoe Gra'tua said her words to Zak wen e departed and took his seat. Hmm he did keep it warm. Listening as Shev'la spoke and then Nicci. Hearing of the woman and her accomplishments made her all the more of a wonder to be in a room with. However back to business. "Gra'tua will be ready to help in any way that we can." Zoe wondered if saying hi to a Senator she got to meet might help with anything.

[20:26] Beskaryc Kyr'am let out a long sigh as he heard about combat in orbit. "Should the need arise, I can pull my fleet from the outer rim territories to assist." he gave a short pause to respond to a message  he received on a small data slate before tucking it back into his belt. "I still command a various array of ships. One of which may be useful for staging."

[20:27] Shev'la Skirata looks to Roxy "We're currently in siege of their ship yard. We've forced it's defense fleet into surrender and are prepping for the final push into the station with boarding parties." Shev said. "I'm sure there'll be plenty of future ground and orbital ops lined up for us as well."

[20:30] Nicci Ordo nodded once. "Elek.  Ordo is best unleashed in close quarters where we can break the backs of our enemies upon or gam like waves on the shore," she snarled with a reverence for an artform.  "But we gladly will join battle in any scenario.  Point us towards our enemy and we will rend their bones."

[20:30] Roxy Ne'haryc jerked her head upwards in a nod before looking towards Shev'a. "Got it. I'd like to speak with one of you..." Her visored gaze moved from him to Soron. "...Later. I have some technical questions. Better to go in prepared, 'lek?"

[20:42]  "Elek. Good to be prepared." Soron agreed, "Vor entye, vode, for your resilient dedication to the Mandalorian people. Your warrior contributions will all go towards building our honorable future." he said, "I will relay job specifics when rallying the Clans for a job. In regards to the operation we're likely to conduct first -- consult Shev for intelligence, we have Skirata forces already in the area." he said, "The best each of you can do, alore, is exactly what you are already offering -- your boots on the ground and your gloves on your starfighter's controls. Our fleets battling in space and Clansmen blasting on the ground on the same side of war is exactly what we need. This'll be our first step towards strong unity." he said, "That is all I had. Other than steering the Mandalorians in this direction, was there anything else you believed was important to discuss, vode?"

[20:43] Mesh'la Morut: shrugged a bit at his question. "I have nothing further. Just contact me with specifics for medical needs."

[20:45] Zoe Gra'tua shook her head. "No. The Gra'tua Alor had nothing more at this time. I am sure he will e in touch in the coming days to follow up and check in." Drumming her gloved hands upon the table.

[20:46] Ghorrik Socarras stepped into the room. A much older man than last he had been present among his kin. His right leg whirred mechanically, as he limped in, his hands eventually bracing on the table in front of him as he silently exhaled, looking about the table to those present, before looking back to Miron. "Socarras would like to pledge to this effort as well. We have very little, but if nothing else, I will offer myself, as one of the last of a legacy of strategists, to the service of our people." He spoke no further, moving to straighten up, and not lean on the table any further.

[20:51] Beskaryc Kyr'am slowly rolled his neck, the vertebra popping in response as he shifted in his chair. "Aliit Kyr'am has voiced their input. I will send word to my fleet to be ready for a jump should the need to arise." he spoke, his hands clasping together as he brought them to where his nose sits beneath his buy'ce. "May our unity be ever strong ner vode, especially in these trying times in this vast galaxy of ours."

[20:53] Shev'la Skirata nods "Aliit Skirata has nothing more to add.... elements of our fleet are already engaged and standing by... on another note, Gra'tua vod." He says looking to Zoe "Alert gar Alor that his ship should be enroute to his fleet as we speak. With that aside.... I've nothing further to add."

[20:54] Zecora Gra'tua (Ayeshe Resident) clicks on her her helm listening to her comms.. She leans down and whispers to Zoe before turning to head out of the room.

[20:55] Nicci Ordo's wristband beeped signifying her Alor's ship had just entered the system.  "Figures," she muttered.  "Aliit Ordo has nothing further," she grunted, tossing a glare at Soron before she also stood up.

[20:56] Roxy Ne'haryc shook her head, raising a hand to wave dismissively. "Nothing here. I have some things to attend to, but I'll be in contact for further details." She rose to her feet as well, rolling her stiff shoulders as she did so.

[21:02] Soron inclined his head a few consecutive times as his attention jumped from Mandalorian to Mandalorian. He opted to address Ghorrik first, "Clan Socarras is welcomed with open arms on the battlefield -- the contract will be for all Mandalorians willing to fight for their people. To echo Besk's notion, this'll unify us. On that note -- spread the word amongst the Clans, vode. Make it known that the Mandalorians now fight as a united front in Hapes space, and that any Mandalorian willing to fight should contact the Journeyman Protectors for assignment." he said, and with that rose to his feet himself, grabbing up his helmet only to hold it in his two hands, "Keep your communication frequencies active, vode, and prepare for war."

[21:05] Mesh'la Morut: shrugged a bit. "I've nothing further to add." She looked to MIron. "Please contact me to let me know what you need." With that, she stood, and moved toward the lift.

[21:06] Nicci Ordo approached her Alor and nodded at him, "Su'cuy.  You missed it." she smirked.  "I didn't murder anyone unfortunately."

[21:06] Zoe Gra'tua heard the voice of Zecora and spoke back to her via the comms. After that Zoe gave a deep nod of her helm to those getting ready to departs. To Shev she gave a thumbs up. "I will let him know when he has taken care of ..... well what ever that mess is." Giving a shrug. Turning her head to peer over at Ghorrik for a log moment before speaking. "Seems as tough you have impeccable timing. I think it's about to break up due to an over abundance of fun and excitement." She couldn't help but tease.

[21:07] Beskaryc Kyr'am slowly eased from his seat, the servos in the armor aiding his old bones to rise. He wasnt as young as the rest of the mando'ade at the table that was for certain. "Indeed, Aliit Kyr'am will be ready. Ret, ner vode....until our next meeting upon the battlefield." he paused a moment to look to each of them. "I look forward to standing at your sides when that time comes."

[21:07] Eris Latium Skirata tucks a lock of hair behind her ear and says. "That seemed interesting Buir. Are we heading to the republic, or hapes after this?"

[21:09] Shev'la Skirata momentarily reaches for his buy'ce, slipping it over his head shortly before sealing it. He looks to her "We'll be heading to the Republic but soon we will find ourselves back on the front lines, where we belong."

[21:09] Arden Skirata (Mandokar Resident) finished his bottle and set it on the table, eyes vaguely unfocused and glazed over after the very, very long meeting.

[21:09] Jorval Ordo stepped off the elevator with heavy footfalls, his helmet scanning the armored men and women in the room before falling on Nicci as she approached. "That's unfortunate." Growled the man. His left hand moved across his chest to give a single pat on the new mess of wires and metal that comprised his right arm. "Your handiwork." He said.

[21:09] Hanskattunge Resident tilted her head over to her Husband and smiled briefly before moving out of his way so he could get up and stood by his side waiting to leave.

[21:09] Ghorrik Socarras gave a nod to Zoe, before limping over to her, and placing a hand on her shoulder. He thumbed over to Jorval behind him. "Lek. Runs in the blood, I guess."

[21:10] Eris Latium Skirata nods and carefully twists her hair, till she can get her buy'ce back on easily. She closes her with a pressurizing hiss, and her next words on modulated. "Lead on Buir." She says cheerfully.

[21:11] Nicci Ordo inspected the arm she had cut off, rather approvingly, "Ah, lek.  Looks way better than your old one did anyway!" she laughed.  "Kind of jealous really.  Maybe I will let you cut one of my arms off in our next fight eh?" she joked.

[21:11] Zoe Gra'tua chuckled a bit and gave a nod. "Eh, don't blame int in the blood. I hear great things about those of Socarras." Pushing to stand up and tapping her foot. "Soron, I hope that Verd worked out well for you."

[21:14] Ghorrik Socarras shrugs. "It is a proud lineage. And when I go, I'll make sure that my banner is planted on a pile of bodies." He looked to Miron, nodding his head. "You'll need to tell me your plans for combat in orbit. Might be able to help."

[21:14] Soron 's maroon eyes ran over the gathering. He allowed himself a moment of weakness -- a glorious smile that represented true camaraderie -- before he placed the helmet atop his head and latched the seal. He inclined his head Zoe's way and his filtered voice came through, "Elek, she's a fine mercenary. Twenty thousand credits well-deserved. Vor entye, Gra'tua." he said with a nod, "I do have a Jedi head to hunt in the meantime. Consider the gathering over. The Clans will be rallied to war soon. K'oyacyi, vode." he offered a farewell, and then headed for the elevator himself. He stopped by it, and glanced Nicci's way, "Still willing to help out, vod'ika?"

[21:17] Jorval Ordo rolled his shoulders, "No nerve endings mean I can ram my fist into a man's skull until I grow bored, but..." He listed his left hand and balled it into a fist, "There is something about feeling a skull cave beneath your true skin that is... magical." At that point, his attention was drawn to the other man - the one in green donning t51-B power armor, "What blood is that, burc'ya?..." Before the other could even answer, Jorval's gaze fell upon Miron as he passed by. "Soron." he said in his typical snarling voice - almost more beast than man in its delivery, "Let me guess - You convinced the others to be fodder for the Republic."

[21:17] Zoe Gra'tua gave a nod. "Glad to hear that. If you need her or me just send a comm." Moving to eye Ghorrik "Let's all hope that is way we go."

[21:20] Nicci Ordo looked at Soron.  She was mad at him, but she didn't say as much.  Really felt like bashing his skull into the wall right now though.  In his helmet of course, she wasn't quite to the point of wanting to kill him. "Elek," she huffed in response on whether or not she was coming.  She smirked at Jorval.  "It didn't take much convincing really.  He gave up his own contract to the Hutts to suggest it.  Long as we get to break something we grow stronger," she tried to reassure him.  Soron certainly hadn't convinced her of anything.

[21:24] Soron 's attention shifted from Nicci to Jorval. He turned his body-mass entirely, tensed his shoulders slightly, and rolled them backwards a single time, "Your alor'ad is correct. Jorval, war is our birthright." he buzzed the oh-so-famous Mandalorian principle, "This is our opportunity to get our people to all point their blasters in one direction, Ordo. The work is honorable, and it will restructure our Clans into becoming a potent military machine again. We all want to fight proudly under one banner, and this contract will allow the Mandalorians to do just that. I'd rather fight a war alongside my vode than plunder alongside dishonorable murderers, and something tells me that, deep inside, you feel that way as well."

[21:25] Ghorrik Socarras "The blood of your Grandfather, Jorval. A man of honor." He placed a metal hand on Jorval's shoulder. "Be of good spirits. A Sith is always a worthy adversary. Besides, the space in Hapes is certainly useful territory under the right guidance. A'denla would have jumped at the occasion, I suspect. After all, the Chancellor and he were... close." He cleared his throat. "There is no sport in fighting the Republic. You know that. Sith, however, pose a much larger threat."

[21:35] Jorval Ordo 's visor stared Soron down. As the protector attempted to sway the (Aruably) most savage of the chieftains toward his cause. At the end of the speech, a rough chuckle was blurted beneath the helmet, "Honorable for the Mando'ade, or honorable for your pockets?" He asked, rhetorically of course. "A military machine to be whored out to aruetyc whores." His gaze shifted toward Ghorrick, and Jorval saw fit to take a few heavy steps in his direction. The alleged proximity to his grandfather piquing his interest, "A'denla Kad be'Socarras laid waste to star systems at the behest of his people, Ruug'la Jag. Not as a slave to the highest bidder..." He turned back around to face Soron, "Ordo will do battle, but do not mistake me for a fool, cabur... Don't pretend that we are  more than petty mercenaries to them. The first Republican fool that gets between me and the siite will be gored all the same."

[21:38] Shev'la Skirata makes his way through the turbolift.

[21:42] Ghorrik Socarras doesn't flinch at Jorval's movements towards him. "You aren't wrong. In many ways, I believe he would be very proud of who you have become, Jorval." He replaces his hand on his shoulder, chuckling. "I know I am. Though I may be old, I've still got use. A life to give. I look forward to joining you in battle. It will be nice to fight beside the same blood, once more."

[21:42] Soron cleared his throat almost uncomfortably at Jorval's latter-most sentiment. He allowed his metallic chin to dip into a slow nod, "The Republic are aruetiise, elek, but conducting yourself professionally on the battlefield breeds honor." he buzzed, "I will see you on the battlefield, Jorval. We will fight side by side. There's more to war than meaningless raiding, vod, and you will see that this course of action will benefit our people. We fight for the Mandalorians first and foremost, Jorval, and the presence of a contract doesn't change that." he said, before stepping into the turbolift after Shev, "K'oyacyi, Ordo alor."

[21:43] Nicci Ordo just shook her head.  This kid clearly was not around when A'denla used to have them lay waste to systems for the same woman his grandson was now calling a whore.  She couldn't "totally" argue with the logic though.  "Maybe you should meet your step-grandmother again one day and find out yourself.  You did not used to feel that way about her, when she gave you the armor of your grandfather." she replied.  "Ret'!" she said to him before entering the lift with Soron.

[21:53] Jorval Ordo glanced toward Ghorrick as he felt his hand on his bare shoulder, "You're the last living link to his name. You are welcome in the halls of Ordo. The verde could learn from your exploits." He said, as a sign of begrudging respect. He had no patience for others of a different clan-name, but he would make an exception for one bearing the name of the aliit sharing his bloodline. His gaze rested on Soron once more, his answer: "At least a mindless raid is done on -our- terms." As he got in line to make his exit, giving Nicci a nod, "Haven't seen her in years."

[cinvhetinordo]

Hunt on Ossus

[22:29]  The Mandalorian bounty hunter finally made it to the hotel where Nicci had been staying, drunk every so often apparently. Soron looked around, and upon noting that she was the only presence, opted to do something he very, very rarely did. He weakened his helmet's seal, unlatched it, and removed the technological marvel. He held it in his hands, revealing a pale white face -- likely born on Mandalore -- covered by short but uncared for facial hair, a fair bruise across the cheek, and slight skin across his chin.

[22:30]  "Su'cuy, vod'ika." He said.

[22:35] Nicci Ordo did not have her own helmet on because she had been drinking water like a fish.  She was so dry mouthed from consuming half the bar the night before, that she felt she would never be satisfied again.  However, she was eventually, and had been busy draining water when he walked in.  She had already seen him with his helmet off once, but it was when she had knocked it off.  "Su'cuy," she said simply.  He had not been seen in a while, and she found this mildly irritating.

[22:43]  The Mandalorian's scratched lips quirked into a faint smile in response to her greeting. His maroon eyes met her green orbs, "Tug'yc, ni ceta." he began with a somewhat earnest apology, "Other than offering you the chance to hunt a Jedi sorcerer with me instead, given that the Sith seem to be holed up in their Citadel in the Upper City, I'd like to offer you a gift to make up for my... lone operation." he said, walking over to the couch to drop his helmet onto it. He reached behind him, into his Z-6 jetpack, and grabbed a bottle out of hard liquor, "Vintage Corellian whiskey. Four thousand credits -- rare but delicious, they say." his unfiltered voice said, "I don't drink often, but... something makes me think you're the right person to drink with. I propose we down a few glasses now, and then a few on our hyperspace journey to the Jedi's homeworld."

[22:50] Nicci Ordo's eyebrow raised a little at his somewhat groveling apology, unsure what to really say to it.  When he pulled out the whiskey she almost groaned.  She had just spent all the night before drinking and only had just now gotten her body back to normal.  Her drink of choice was typically ne'tra gal.  She had never even had Corellian whiskey before.  She considered turning it down, but inwardly figured kriff it and walked over to him.  "I drink often.  But, being as how you do not, you sure your body is prepared for that just before you go hunt something?" she smirked a little.

[22:57]  "Oh please, I'll sweat it out. I'm a Mandalorian, handling hard liquor is in my blood." Soron replied with a mild smirk as he opened the bottle up, bringing it closer to his nose to take in the scent briefly, "Besides, I'm very familiar with this sort of alcohol. It's my favorite. Vweilu nuts give this a woody, spicy flavor that's similar to the scent of Caamsi." he spoke, clearly versed in what he was consuming. He brought it up to his lips, but just before the bottle touched them he hesitated, and offered it to her, "Here. Go for it first, vod'ika."

[23:08] Nicci Ordo's eyebrow raised a little more at being addressed as vod'ika so familiarly a second time.  She had been under the impression this one hated Ordos for the most part. She still looked at him somewhat suspiciously as she raised the bottle to her lips and drank from it. It was quite smoother than she expected.  She took another, slightly longer drink and passed it back.  "So...what is the occasion exactly?  Nothing to spend your money on?"

[23:18] Soron accepted the bottle back, allowing a brief chuckle to escape his lips, "Hah. Nayc, on the contrary, I hit a big enough payout to warrant celebratory expenses. I managed the capture of Mandalorian self-exile Gryff McCallen. The Fel Empire presiding over Mos Eisley paid out the bounty for bringing in the criminal warlord, and I accompanied one of their squads to Yavin IV, where the prisoner was transferred to the YSF and the local Jedi order for further questioning by GFFR forces." he explained, "I'll be splitting the five hundred thousand credits amongst the branch of Journeyman Protectors that operate on Mandalore, us few who are first and foremost royal guards to Mand'alor when we have one. But that's only four of us elite warriors, so I get plenty to spend my reward on. A little fun with a fellow warrior is certainly a worthwhile expense." he said, before raising the bottle her way and finally taking a swig. His gulps were big, but concentrated. He allowed the smooth alcohol to wash down his throat, and licked over his lips before passing the bottle.

[23:23] Nicci Ordo just found herself smirking at him. "Well I guess that makes up for leaving me here for two days while you ran off to go make more money clearly," she winked at him a little, accepting the offered bottle again, and took a much longer drink than before.  She had held back out of politeness.  A 4000c bottle of alcohol was nothing to just chug when sharing with someone.  But when she heard how much he had made, she figured why not.  "Well honored that it should be me then.  I would think your Alor would be someone you would rather spend your time with." she speculated.

[23:34]  "Ner alor was on a contract for the Republic military. He's relayed coordinates and naval tactics to me -- I'll be extending the work opportunity to the Protectors and other Mandalorian mercenaries willing to assist. We'll be taking part in a starship-boarding strike of the Hapes fleet, I believe." Soron recalled job specifics, his eyes wandering as if searching for the information in the distance. He eventually shook his head, "But I won't bore you with work, vod'ika, I know you prefer to... 'fight for your own people.' Oya." he offered his cheers and raised the bottle her way, taking another solid swig, this time even grander. Oof, they had just about finished up about a quarter if not a third of the bottle, these crazy Mandalorians! And the bottle was actually 8000c, but Soron didn't like to flex too much, "But I... I'm still sorry for somewhat abandoning you. Like I said, I'll make it up to you by being with you every minute of this Jedi hunt." he said, offering that rare half-hearted smile of his, "Speaking of which, you have your ship on-world? I ordered the Kom'rk-class pilot to head back to Mandalorian space."

[23:35]  The Mandalorian did, of course, hold out the bottle again, to see if she'd take more of the delicious liquid.

[23:38] Nicci Ordo did indeed take more of it, taking another drink before she answered.  Her cheeks were blushed red from the alcohol, feeling the effects quite prominently now. "Well of course my ship is here.  It isn't like I would send it on auto pilot to go flying in a joy ride while I sat here." she replied.  "You don't expect me to actually pilot it now though do you?" she laughed, and hiccuped sharply, before passing the bottle back.  She was pleased he respected her views enough to mention them without condescension.  She made note to return the favor in the future.

[23:44] Soron took the bottle back, his eyes running over it, studying how much they'd drank. He smirked and decided that, because he usually practiced continence with alcoholic beverages, that he'd take the extra, last sip. It wasn't as big as his other two, but it certainly made him wrinkle his forehead and nose momentarily. He spoke whilst heading back to the couch and replacing the cap, his own cheeks and chin blushed, though trajectory seemingly stable. He was tipsy, joyful, "I did, but I suppose it's best to be sober. I can recall the pilot before he gets too far?" he proposed, turning her way with inquisitive eyes and a quirk of the side of his mouth, in a trusting manner. He was searching for her opinion -- he didn't care for many a Mandalorian's opinion.

[23:51] Nicci Ordo nodded, "That would be the responsible thing.  Either of us could enter in wrong coordinates and send us straight into a star or something else unpleasant.  I want to go out with a bang but not over something silly." she found herself smiling at him.  She never smiled.  Like, ever.  Like literally never ever.  It wasn't just rare, it was never!  She frowned as he replaced the cap.  She wanted more of that.  But was probably best she remained on-the-verge of drunk instead of fully so.  Her face was just warm and that was all, though she was considerably loosened up from her usual harsh-self.  "So where are we going?"

[00:02]  "Well, as great as a beach on Zeltros sounds right now, I'd say after the potential Jedi on my list." Soron said without a slur, though with an odd sense of happiness. His eyes still fixated upon the other, he let his smile grow, rolling his shoulders backwards twice in an almost-giddy fashion, "My tracking's leading me to Ossus. I'll get the pilot to return. We'll set up a tent on-world to work out of. Let's... drink on the way, we're celebrating after all." he said, before stuffing the whiskey into a jetpack compartment. He tapped buttons upon his forearm gauntlet, likely to reach the pilot to signal for a return.

[00:06] Nicci Ordo scowled.  Beaches sounded rather horrible to her.  Sand.  Ew.  "I know we are going after the Jedi, my question was what planet!" she rolled her eyes.  But he mentioned Ossus which answered her anyway.  She wholeheartedly concurred with drinking on the way there.  "Might as well, neither of us are driving.  Never been to Ossus before." she mused. She actually really liked travelling to different worlds.

[00:09] Soron exhaled a quiet snort, before turning to grab up his helmet. He strengthened and latched his seal, placing the helmet over his head again, "Then let's get going. We'll enjoy the bottle on the way, hopefully we'll still have what it takes to set up a temporary camp for us on Ossus. I reckon we can handle our alcohol." his filtered voice came through, before he started on his way towards the door.

[00:12] Nicci Ordo nodded, walking to the bed and grabbing her own helmet, and her repeater.  she put the helmet on her head and it sealed similarly, and swung the repeater on her shoulder.  She walked over to the droid and slapped it, which "woke" it up of sorts, and it moved to follow her.  "Lead on then.  No idea what your ship looks like."

*HYPERSPACE TRAVEL TO OSSUS*

[00:23]  The duo of Mandalorians were picked up by the Kom'rk-class fighter piloted by a Journeyman Protector, likely one from the Concord Dawn or Concordia branch given the vessel. The dropship's underbelly opened and lowered the two's seats, permitting them a jetpack-assisted exit. By then they'd have drank the entirety of the bottle, so they'd certainly be at least tipsy. Jetpacking in formation would have been laughably impossible, and the two's landing in the woods, especially with all the camp/tent gear they'd have to carry, might have been a tad wobbly.

[00:31] Nicci Ordo jumped free of the craft, igniting her jetpack when she was about halfway down, landing rather ungracefully tripped up by a root until her back was against one of the trees.  She stamped out the fire quickly before it became a national hazard, and looked about to see if she was anywhere near Soron, since as he had said, jetpacking in formation would have been impossible.

[00:34] Soron was naturally quite masterful at jetpack maneuverability, but his somewhat intoxicated state messed with his mental speed. He lost balance, though held onto the bag, and opted for a rough landing, during which he was forced into a series of side-ways rolls before coming to a stop not too far ahead of Nicci. He'd throw the bag with the tent aside, and force himself onto a knee, grunting, "Nrrgghhh. /That/ was fun." he buzzed sarcastically, unable to lose his good mood. Alcohol does that, he figured.

[00:39] Nicci Ordo moved a branch full of leaves out of the way of her visor and spotted him.  She cracked a few of her joints and moved toward where he had landed, looking at the bag he tossed aside.  "Hopefully the tent is still intact.  Maybe we should have waited to finish that bottle after we got down here." she considered for a moment.  "Arent the jedi going to use their weird voodoo osik to sense us coming or whatever?" she asked.  She didn't trust force users as far as she could throw them.

[00:45] Soron laughed genuinely as he semi-crawled along the ground, dragging his sole knee along the muddy grass. "Hahahahah. I'm sure our oh-so-inconspicuous landing drew more attention than any space magic they have could." he buzzed humorously, before glancing at the bag, "The tent will be fine. We're on-world alive and totally, totally, /tota/--hahah--lly prepped. Here, help me set it up." he buzzed, deciding to shift over to it and begin opening it up. He tapped the side of his helmet briefly, too, to order the pilot to head back to Mandalorian space, for good now. Drunk boss, totally. This was rare.

[00:48] Nicci Ordo grunted through her helmet.  "Well then maybe we should have at least brought a second bottle so we can drink more after the tent is pitched," she contemplated, "Something less expensive though, that bottle was good but I don't know if it was THAT good," she said, waiting for him to open the bag up and toss her an end so she could secure it.  "Shouldn't the pilot hang around a bit closer, in case every Jedi here heard our landing and decides we aren't welcome?" she asked.  Though Mandalorian space was reasonably close to Ossus.  She thought anyway.

[00:52] Soron shook his head as the Gauntlet starfighter sped through the atmosphere, breaking out of orbit eventually and heading to a different system entirely, "Nayc, higher numbers increase the chances we'll get spotted. The Jedi aren't pro-actively anticipating visitors, so... we'll like... Nicci, just... just don't worry. We have what it takes, vod'ika, heheheh." he buzzed, pulling out the single tent out of the bag. He threw her one side, and began securing the other.

[00:54] Nicci Ordo took the end, and there seemed to be very little fabric there so she actually tried for several minutes to unfold the thing, as if she were expecting the tent to be a lot bigger than what was in her hand.  After several attempts at trying to peel away the fabric, she looked up at him slowly. "Uh...Soron..." she began...pausing.

[00:58] Soron 's muscle memory and heavily-affected hand-eye coordination by all means worked against each other, but he just about managed to set up one side of the tent, raising its height. He'd raised himself to his soldier boots, and so walked around to Nicci and got onto a knee beside her, "Olar, ni gaa'taylir." he buzzed, proceeding to do just that -- help her unfold the fabric, "Haa'taylir?"

[01:02] Nicci Ordo noticed the tent did not unfold anymore than what was in her hand, and just stood there silent a moment, a long, awkward moment.  "I...um....did...you brought another tent right?" she asked.  Surely he could not mean for them both to cram into this thing.  There was no way they would even fit with her armor and weapons on, which she naturally slept with always.  "Riiiight?"

[01:05] Soron 's visor focused on Nicci for a long moment. Then it glanced at the tent shortly, and then Nicci again. His blinks of confusion were hidden behind his helmet, but eventually he huffed past the vox, ".. Fuck." and fell to his side, exhaling a deep breath, "Fuuuck. Nayc." he groaned, "I only carry mine on the field. Fuck, I thought you'd have one somewhere amongst your skulls or somethin'... blrrgh." yeah, alcohol totally impeded their planning.

[01:09] Nicci Ordo just looked at him incredulously, "Among my skulls?  Really vod?  Where in the kriff would a whole tent fit among the skulls?" she asked.  "Though you did just give me an idea of what to use to pour rum in next time," she admitted.  "It is not really an issue.  I can sleep against the tree I crashed into.  If it is sturdy enough to hold me slamming into it then leaning against it to sleep should be no problem..." she trailed off.

[01:11]  "Nayc, nayc, nayc. I wouldn't discomfort you like that, vod'ika." Soron buzzed, shaking his head and forcing himself onto his knees, "Go ahead, try to get in. We might have to squeeze, but I reckon we can fit." the drunk him proposed a risk.

[01:19] Nicci Ordo just stood there for a moment.  She considered telling him that she had slept on much worse things than a tree, but she was so taken aback by him proposing they squeeze in there together, she was just silent for a minute.  Her face was as red as her hair under her helmet.  She decided to just not say anything, least her voice betray what she was thinking.  She at least took the repeater off and lay it against the tree, before climbing in to the tent.  She damn near filled it up with just herself already.  Her armor was not only massive, but her body was curvy enough to make it a really tight fit for literally anything else.

[01:24] Soron climbed in after her, his plating bumping against hers. He'd struggle in the limited space, before he essentially ended up pressing up against Nicci's back. He fiddled with her jetpack to try unlatch and de-magnetize it, before shoving it /just/ outside of the still-open tent, along with his own Z-6. It'd be then that he'd bump his armored forehead against the back of her head, cursing, "Blast it." before removing the helmet and placing it by the jetpack just beyond the open flap to the tent, "That seems... better. Not too tight?" his unfiltered voice asked.

[01:27] Nicci Ordo was not at all better, and her beskad hilts would definitely have been sticking into his back pretty hard.  She reached her hand behind her and unbuckled them, putting them near her head at the tent opening.  He would now be bumping his head against her armored head though, which probably wouldn't feel too good.  For some reason she was hesitant to remove her helmet now though. "Um....this is tight as kriff if I'm being honest," she grunted, laughing a little.

[01:31]  "Staaaaabi <Riiiiight>." Soron huffed, semi-awkwardly and at the same time tiredly. He'd shifted uncomfortably to give her at least some room to remove the blades, and once settled with their plates basically pressed up against each other, he'd rest his head against the ground of the tent, tiredly, "But low-key too tired to move." he mumbled honestly, cracking a short chuckle, "Hahah."

[01:38] Nicci Ordo pretty much slid down the slope right to the edge of the tent, and used that as an almost hammock-like pillow, still feeling massively awkward and was beginning to wonder how she let this man talk her into hunting people in the first place.  In fact she pretty much questioned everything ever right then, and was wide awake for the moment.  She just stood staring through her visor at the grey canvas, shifting about uneasily but trying not to disturb him as he was clearly tired.  "It will be...uh...fine..."

[01:43]  "So.. *yawwwn* ... so long as you're sure, vod'ika. Rest.. rest is important for any warrior, gives us the energy to fight." Soron mumbled a notion he was taught. Eventually, he leaned his head forwards tiredly, his fleshy and slightly bruised forehead pressing up against the back of her helmet.

[01:46] Nicci Ordo just nodded in response but didn't say anything else.  She just sat there, awkwardly, like someone that just had a kitten lay on them and had no idea what to do.  She didn't move, but lay there rather stiffly, her visor fogging up from the exhaust being pushed back in from venting against the canvas.  She probably, wasn't going to be resting much.

[01:50] Soron was having the absolute opposite experience. Given that he was by all means susceptible to alcohol as he drank it ever-so-rarely, the Mandalorian was giddy and light-headed, which led to general tiredness. In his tiredness, as he was slowly but surely, and by all means naturally, losing consciousness, he mumbled, "Udesiir, vod'ika. Nuhoyir.." he mumbled finally. Ha gloved hand, as opposed to being awkwardly placed, opted to shift to lay quietly upon the side of her thigh plate as he was likely slowly dozing off.

[01:56] Nicci Ordo did NOT relax.  In fact when his gloved hand rested on her thigh she got even more unrelaxed.  She hadn't been this close to another person unless it was in a fight, in,  decades!  Actual decades!  There was an unusual feeling of warm fuzzies, weird fluttering things in her stomach, and extreme social anxiety within her that just had no idea how to even remotely process this.  She wanted to slice the tent open in front of her and roll out of it, and run for the tree.  This woman who would face any enemy no matter how intimidating was paralyzed completely.  She simply didn't move, squeezed her eyes closed, and started whispering the resol'nare.

[02:05] Soron 's keen ears caught onto the whispers, and in his sleep he too recounted the rhyme that was ingrained into him at birth, silently mumbling it subconsciously, "Ba'jur... bal beskar'gam... ara'nov... aliit... Mando'ad.... bal Mand'alor.... An ven-...-cuyan mhi."

[cinvhetinordo]

Ship travel

[23:33]  The Mandalorian Protector's fighter landed in the streets of Onderon eventually, its central city of Iziz. He descended down his Protectorate fighter's wing, heaved the Z-6 jetpack upon his back and latched it appropriately, and then came to a halt just ahead of Ordo, who too seemed to have exited her vessel, "How'd it go with the helmet, vod?"

[23:37] Shev'la Skirata walks over to the nearby corner to investigate the arrival of a shuttle.

[23:41] Nicci Ordo exited her ship, still sore from the fight, helmet fully repaired as anyone could see by looking at her.  The doors closed to the ship behind her and it flew off, in order to not block the streets.  "Fine." she answered, nodding to Shev as the departure of the ship suddenly revealed him.

[23:49] Soron 's visor focused upon Shev, and his back seemed to straighten out. It then popped, and his body briefly exemplified the pain with a wince. He offered the man a curt nod, "Su cuy'gar, ner alor. Clans Ruus'la and Kryze are also informed and prepared for a council rally to take place (Friday 9th @ 6 PM SLT), as is Ordo I believe." he glanced Nicci's way.

[00:03] Shev'la Skirata looks to Soron "Lek... I've finished doing what we discussed... I should be at that meeting provided nothin' pops up." He returned Nicci's nod.

[00:05] Nicci Ordo nodded also, "I am still waiting to hear from ner Alor but if he is not present, I will be.  Eh, I probably will be either way if Alor'ad are permitted to attend that is."

[00:07]  "I don't believe having more than one Mandalorian representative per Clan is necessary, it'll clutter discussions and create imbalances. Alore should attend, or Clan representatives in their stead. The rally will be recorded and summarized for broadcast distribution to the Clans, hopefully with a figured-out direction for the Mandalorians."

[00:09] Soron said all that, obviously. :)

[00:10] Shev'la Skirata nods "I think we should leave that ultimately up to the Aliit'alore... that being said.." He looks over to the two "I'm gonna get somethin' to drink and pass out... you two have a good one." He waves them off as he walks away. "K'oyaci."

[00:12] Nicci Ordo shrugged, "Alright Soron, I guess if only Alore are invited, then you and I can go hunt down that Siith you mentioned.  If we have not bagged him already by then. They don't want them alive do they?" she asked, sort of having no intention of leaving them alive.

[00:14] Soron raised a gloved hand towards Shev, offering him a wave, "K'oyaci, vod." before focusing on Nicci, "I tracked the target to Byss. The Great Hunt doesn't often specify what to do with the targets, so given we're hunting a sorcerer, I'd recommend we stage an ambush and assault her thoroughly -- leave her for dead."

[00:16] Nicci Ordo nodded to Shev as he said he was going to leave.  "Let's have a drink sometime Shev.  See how well you can hold it against an Ordo." she grinned.  She turned to Soron, "How about instead of leaving them for dead, we throw them into the lava until their organs melt?  That sounds more....fulfilling."

[00:17] Shev'la Skirata "Or strap detonite around their necks and watch their heads pop.... I'll take you up on that drink sometime." He turned to continue his exit.

[00:19] Soron 's head visibly tilted aside, and his visor glanced between the two, before he shook his head, "Nayc. That sounds like overkill. Feeding them full of blaster bolts and projectiles should be satisfactory to eliminate the target. Worst comes to worst, we improvise with tactics best used against Force users. I take it you were versed in them, Nicci?"

[00:19]  Soron spoke, as though an expert through experience.

[00:21] Nicci Ordo just stared at him through the cold blankness of her helmet. "Soron, overkill is how you do away with these sorceror types.  Otherwise they pull their voodoo osik and send their souls into some other osik body they have made in one of their disgusting freak labs and come back from the dead to murder you while you're taking a piss in the woods.  Kriff that."

[00:22] Shev'la Skirata yelled audibly "I'd prefer an air strike myself!" before finally departing.

[00:24] Soron exhaled a sharp snort past the helmet's filters, especially in response to Shev's distant outcry, "Well, as superb as Jedi powers may be, there are few things better than a good blaster at your side. We'll burn them if we have to, with our flamethrowers." he buzzed, "Engaging them in close quarters can be dangerous, but after they're weakened, doubling up on fiber-cord would ensure immobility."

[00:29] Nicci Ordo was silent a moment, looking up at Dxun clearly showing in the Onderon night sky.  "Could always...just glass Byss..." she contemplated out loud.  She always sounded serious, so it was REALLY hard to tell when she was joking or not.

[00:31]  "By Kad Ha'rangir, are you Ordos /all/ the same?" Soron buzzed, even personally uncertain whether or not his question was rhetorical, "/That/ most certainly is an overkill, and borderline dishonorable. We should stick to professional conduct, no need for collateral damage if we can avoid it, right, crusader?" he buzzed -- probably joking? Also hard to tell.

[00:33] Nicci Ordo just grunted, "We're Ordo.  We aren't all the same, but you know, certain things run in the family.  And these Sith have no honor.  They would shoot you in the back unarmed in the blink of an eye and kidnap your children to do horrific experiments on them, ruining them for the rest of their lives," she snapped.  The very same had happened to her, though she did not say that, again, influence gain was needed.  "They deserve overkill, and are unworthy of honorable deaths." she retorted back.  She wasn't much a fan of glassing planets at all.  But for Byss she'd make an exception.

[00:38] Soron rolled both armored shoulders backwards passively, shaking his head in response, "I won't deny, sorcerers have interfered in Mandalorian affairs for millennia. Ancient Jedi demolished Mandalore the Ultimate's empire and broke our Clans during the Neo-Crusaders' conquests. Sith are no better, having repeatedly beguiled the Mando'ade into serving as their shock troops." he buzzed, "But two wrongs don't make a right, Nicci. Honorable conduct is necessary, otherwise we're mere savages, unworthy of being warriors. Overkill isn't honorable, and dishonor should be unacceptable."

[00:43] Nicci Ordo chuffed, exhaust releasing from her helmet in a cloud of steam.  "What you call dishonor I call preventing further hardship for our people, particularly our children, at the hands of bloodthirsty murderers.  One of them once said 'Honor is a fool's prize, glory is of no use to the dead'.  People such as this do not deserve the honor you grant to them.  Your intentions, though noble, are wasted on people like this." she hissed through the helmet.  It may become apparent in her term this was a personal thing for her.  "This is your hunt, I am just along for the ride.  I will do as you request," she relented begrudgingly.

[00:46] Soron 's head tilted from side to side as he pondered deeply on her words. He eventually took a subtle step backwards, and inclined his head, "Right. All I request is you conduct yourself honorably, Mandalorian." he said before clearing his throat, "We ought to fly deeper -- into the Core Worlds, to Byss. We'll scout out the area and try mark our target. I've already set up probe droids for surveillance." he said, "My vessel fits one. Maybe we use yours?"

[00:53] Nicci Ordo nodded.  Her vessel was made to be a drop ship capable of carrying a large part of her clan.  There was more than enough room.  "My vessel is bigger, not great for stealth operations.  Ordo come in hard and loud usually.  We can still use it if you don't mind that." she smirked.  "Or I could always cram in your lap in your vessel of one."

[00:55]  "Heh. That'd warrant too bumpy of a landing." Soron retorted humorously, tooootally oblivious to any sexual innuendos. He gestured towards the ramp behind her, to the dropship, "Your vessel it is, then, Nicci. I'll be your co-pilot."

[01:02] Nicci Ordo nodded, using her wrist communicator to call the ship back, though this time had it land on one of the rooftops, as the streets proved to be too crowded.  Citizens were probably going to be screaming about the noise at this hour but, oh well.

[01:05] Soron 's visor shot towards the skies, spying out the large vessel as it landed upon a rooftop. He gestured towards the other, "Jetpack along, I'll follow suit."

[01:12] Nicci Ordo ignited her jetpack after him, though slower, as it had to carry her heavy armor through the air.  She landed with a thud on the rooftop, sending a few shingles sliding down and crashing into the duracrete below.  She opened the back hatch and made her way toward the cockpit, seating herself heavily in the pilot's chair.  She took the interface cord and plugged it into her helmet, and instantly everything that was being seen through the view window infront of them, was showed live within the helmet visor.  It offered a larger view of things rather than having to look through two glass surfaces at what one was doing.  The controls were like a hud on the screen, so one could easily use them despite having this view on.  There was a similar interface in the co-pilot's chair, if Soron wished to do the same.  She activated the controls and the ship roared to life, back hatch closing automatically.

[01:13]  The Mandalorian Protector, upon jetpacking in semi-strict formation with Nicci towards the starship landed upon a rooftop in Iziz, proceeded rather eagerly towards the co-pilot chair. He unlatched the heavy Z-6 jetpack from his magnetic back-plate and placed the 'pack securely by the side of his seat. He flicked a few switches, and the ramp to the starship shut, "Entering coordinates to the Beshqek system, and preparing engine coolers for when we break out of the atmosphere."

[01:21] Nicci Ordo grasped the controls, guiding the nose of the ship upward through the atmosphere.  The roar of the engines grew louder as it met with the resistance of the stratosphere and were breaking free of the planet entirely, stars rapidly approaching though unable to quite be seen yet as the hull of the ship heated.  She did not really call much out, she was used to flying by herself, and it was kind of weird not having to do all the work of flying, not that she minded much.

[01:25] Soron naturally called out what he'd done as co-pilot, running his gloved fingers over the display and hitting buttons, "Engine coolers active, repulsorlift technology deactivated, energy diverted to thermal shields. Tar fuel at 78%, plenty." he buzzed professionally, "Hyperdrive coordinates... ready. Prepared to jump to hyperspace on your mark, Ordo." he said, allowing his hand to rest on a slightly bigger lever.

[01:31] Nicci Ordo almost actually laughed at the formality in which he co-piloted the ship.  She could be very string, up-tight even, rarely joking around.  But this was a whole other level of near military-style command of a bridge that was overkill, which was particularly amusing from a man who seemed to not care for overkill.  "Yes admiral, ready to jump into hyperspace sir....3...2....1....mark," she teased somewhat, putting her hand on the drive lever and pulling it down.

[01:38]  "Mark." Soron buzzed simultaneously and tugged at the drive lever in synchronization with Nicci. The stars seemed to elongate for a moment, before the window pane was filled with white light, and after a sudden jolt the blue, flickering tunnel known as hyperspace came into view. His reflective, T-shaped visor ran along it, "... The galaxy's true beauty..." he commented, glancing towards the back of Nicci's head, "No, /captain/?" he subtly teased in response.

[01:43] Nicci Ordo looked at what he was referring to.  She had actually never even thought about it.  Nicci actually had severe PTSD, and didn't even really realize, because she wasn't one to seek help with that kind of thing.  Simple things like the beauty of the sky, the stars, the galaxy, music, holidays, she had never stopped to admire.  Life to her was about a fight to survive.  It had been that way since before she could even remember.  The stars to her were a place one travelled through to get from point A to B.  And no one had ever really suggested she stop and look at them as anything else.  So she looked at them pretty much for the first time, and tried to find the beauty in them as he suggested.  "What makes...something beautiful to you...?" she asked.

[01:47]  "Oof. That's a loaded question. Aesthetic perfection in some cases? Abstract destruction in others? An explosion is art, for example." Soron buzzed a very Clan Wren principle, "I've always been a fan of space. Particularly fighter piloting. Working as part of a squad, being the most agile and indestructible marksman in space. There's a beauty in that -- in conduct of combat. There's beauty in... a lot of things."

[01:57] Nicci Ordo was silent a moment, then nodded in agreement.  "I have never been one for space combat.  Never done much of it, might be something to practice at a bit.  I am more a...hands on, sort of person.  Being to being. Something about fighting in a hulking machine behind several tons of durasteel seems....cold?  The Echani believe that you can only know the contents of the heart of another through combat.  Our people may have not always gotten along but, I admire them for that.  I think were I not mando'ade, they would be a culture I might be content with joining.  I suppose you could say I find beauty in that.  Physical combat in particular.  Muscle movement of another.  What they do, how they act.  What weapons they select.  When you are nothing but blood and sweat and exhaustion on the ground with another being, that is beauty to me I guess.  It makes me feel....alive.  More than alive, something beyond alive.  On fire...really is the best I can describe it.  But, I enjoy explosions as well.  Stars and planet bodies are unpredictable things, sometimes in volatile ways.  Chaotic.  I suppose there can be beauty in chaos.  I have never really looked for it before."

[02:36]  "Elek, beauty in chaos, that's a solid way to describe it." Soron agreed, his visor still meticulously studying the blue tunnel, as though dazed. "Though I agree with you, combat is where passion and beauty shines most. War is our birthright." he summarized very Mandalorian ideals, "And, talking of sweat and exhaustion... you're a fine warrior, Nicci." he complimented a little directly, "I respect that."

[02:37] Soron then glanced at the screen ahead of him, punching in a series of buttons before adding, "Fifteen more minutes until we get to the Core World planet. Relatively short journey from the Inner Rim."

[02:42] Nicci Ordo felt her cheeks get hotter.  No one could see it, not even herself, but they were getting redder too, once he complimented her as a warrior.  She felt tongue-tied and unsure what to say.  She felt she should return the compliment, but everything she thought about saying suddenly sounded incredibly stupid in her mind.  "Y-you fight pretty well yourself.  F-for a bounty hunter, I mean." she cleared her throat and was relieved she did not have to say much more on the subject when he announced they had fifteen minutes left.  "Thank you admiral.  You're more reliable than a droid," she teased a little again.

[02:50]  "Heh." Soron exhaled a short chuckle past the helmet's vox, allowing his back-plate to lean backwards into the seat a little more. After a brief moment of silence, his head titled aside a tad, "For a bounty hunter? What's that supposed to mean, /crusader/?" he emphasized, though his lack of attention seemed his intention was likely more to tease than to insult. "Mandalorian mercenaries tend to be the galaxy's most dangerous and highest paid warriors." he buzzed in response, "And our way of life prompts honor, keeps us in check."

[02:56] Nicci Ordo did not really see Crusader as being much of an insult.  Her mentor had been called that.  It did not mean much to her.  It was when people graduated it to Kyr'tsad that would make her bust their heads open.  "I do not doubt that Mandalorians bounty hunters are some of the highest paid.  Our reputation has survived somewhat all these long years.  I happen to think that fighting for survival and the glory of ones own people brings an inner strength that fighting for credits never could.  I also think you and I have very different definitions of honor if killing someone for money falls under yours." she smirked.  "Still, you beat me in a fight, that is not something many can boast of.  I even enjoyed rolling around in the dirt with you, bounty hunter."

[03:02]  "Likewise, Mandalorian." Soron distinguished fairly instead, "But if you think we fight for credits, then you're direly mistaken. The Codex exists first and foremost to ensure than any Mandalorian who fights, does so /honorably/. It dictates a professional conduct, borrowing and revitalizing concepts from the Canons of Honor. It keeps Mandalorians in an honorable state." he said, "The credits are a bonus. And Mandalorians are /bound/ to be highly paid if they're mercenaries: our services are not that of a standard soldier." he buzzed, taking a look at the screen, "Three minutes. I'm prepared to pull out of hyperspace when you are." he droned, a hand planted firmly upon the hyperdrive lever.

[03:14] Nicci Ordo did laugh this time, "Whatever helps you sleep at night bounty hunter," she teased him further.  "I don't know who you think you are fooling with the money doesn't matter bit, but it isn't me," she chuckled.  The ship began to shake a bit as they entered the system.  More debris were always present in planetary systems, though not enough to destroy a vessel, just enough to cause a mild turbulance.  "You can pull out now," she stated, putting her hand on the lever.

[03:20]  "Roger. I'm not scanning any large hostile presence surrounding the planet, only a few defensive ships not too far from our entrance point." Soron said, and then tugged at the lever on her mark, before tapping a few buttons to pump more coolant into the engines. Once out, he kept silent for a short bit, but shook his head, "You're not wrong, Ordo. Credits do matter. Money is power in the field of bounty hunting, but the Codex doesn't exist purely for its gain. It exists for something much more than that." he buzzed finally, alluding to the notions of honor.

[03:27] Nicci Ordo chuckled at him. "Of course not Soron.  When you have over 400 hypervelocity canons on the surface of a world, you do not need a large defensive force around the planet, now do you?  I am sure their fleet is better used elsewhere, burning and subjugating a world full of innocent people most likely," she scowled, as if saying all that to reiterate they should just glass it instead.  She pulled the lever at the same time he did, and the long lines that were the blur of stars suddenly became little dots again, and the giant red lava ball loomed before them.  She immediately went into the atmosphere, the ship rumbling as they made their descent.  "I believe that you believe that, Skirata.  And because of that, it has a strange nobility to it.  We both walk the path of honorable intent, though they say the lane to hell is often paved with such."

[03:34]  "Let's not talk of Hell or Chaos, it's an imagined principality that belongs to Corellian mythology. As a Mandalorian, after death -- if you truly understand what it means to be Mandalorian, to follow the Resol'nare and to honorably live out its ideals -- you will join manda, the oversoul, the collective state of being a Mandalorian upon death." he spoke philosophically, his reflective, T-shaped visor staring at the red planet that zoomed closer. "Head to the undercity, we'll start from there. I'm sending you specific coordinates."

[03:36] Nicci Ordo nodded, "The Resol'nare is at least a code we CAN agree on then, vod." she replied.  The coordinates came up on her screen and she steered the ship in that direction, maneuvering around lightning strikes and storms in the unstable atmosphere, and then buildings as she went in for a landing.

[cinvhetinordo]

Waking up on Endor

[21:43] Soron narrowed his eyes up at the forest-ridden sky, the incense of grass and mud filling his copper-filled nostrils. He grunted a groan, "Nnnrrrgh." in propping himself up onto his undersuit-covered ass. His nose was bloodied, forehead mildly bruised -- in its early stages at least --, and chin bearing a bloody split along the skin (which painted some of his soft facial hair red). He forced himself onto his knees and essentially crawled towards Nicci, grasping a shoulder plate in order to shake her awake, "Ordo."

[21:50] Nicci's crimson hair was covering her face entirely where she had fallen.  She was out cold and there were bits of glass still stuck in her cheeks.  When she was shaken however, she sat up abruptly, not knowing if friend or foe in complete disorentation, and just threw a punch in the direction of whatever was shaking her, having no idea it was Soron and probably at that particular second, didn't even know where she was.

[21:59] Soron's own training kicked in once his blood-shot eyes recognized the aggressive action. Though slowed by the state of general disorientation he'd been in, the Mandalorian's left armored forearm shot up to deflect the fist, though a knuckle did manage to scrape his cheek-bone. His head jerked aside as another bruise formed and droplets of blood splattered from his nose. He spat a drop of blood and allowed his gaze to re-focus on Nicci. Remaining upon a single, armored knee, he huffed, "I reckon... we had enough."

[22:08] Nicci Ordo's eyes came into focus on Soron once her hand was stopped, recognizing the familiar paint of his armor but not so much his face, since she had never seen it before today.  She remembered where she was and what they had been doing in that moment.  She merely moaned in agreement, and started carefully trying to get the bits of glass out of her face.  "That was stimulating," she commented, referring to the fight.  "Hadn't had one like that since....a long time."

[22:15]  "Elek. Jate akaanir." Soron complimented, quirking the side of his blood-stricken mouth before raising his heavy armored figure to his feet. He offered a single gloved hand to help her up, "You're quite something in close quarters. Your aim just as good, Nicci?" he spoke her first name.

[22:20] Nicci Ordo would be heavy.  She had more armor than the average mandalorian.  She grunted as she got up, definitely needing the hand, but also having to use her legs to heave herself up.  She started scanning the forest, specifically for one of the swords she had lost.  They were very VERY important to her.  "I prefer melee combat but yes, I have been known to rip apart my enemies with my repeater just as well," she commented, but not at all in any kind of boasting manner.

[22:24]  "Heh." Soron huffed a brief chuckle in response, "I can respect that. There's no match to a good blaster at your side." he professed, "Jetpack maneuverability helps. Creates distance. I prefer to fight ranged, it has multiple advantages." he said, which was pretty clear by the combat pattern he'd just exhibited.

[22:29] Nicci Ordo smirked, peeling another piece of glass out of her face.  Her green eyes landed on her beskad that she had thrown,  nearly buried to the hilt in a tree.  She placed her boot on the trunk and her hands on the hilt, and with considerable effort, ripped it free, then sheathed it back in the holster.  She walked over to her helmet on the forest floor, the glass in the visor completely smashed.  "Haar'chak...that's the 3rd time this month," she grumbled.  "Lek, I gathered that you liked ranged combat better.  I made it a point to train heavily in both, but I was trained as a hand to hand warrior first.  It feels more natural to me to fight in this manner." she replied, her accent thick in the Ordo moon dialect.

[22:36] Soron 's gaze followed Nicci as she collected the sword and then the helmet. His keen ear just about recognized the dialect's origin. His back never faced her. He eventually walked over to his own helmet, landing on one knee to pick it up and stare into its reflective, T-shaped visor, "To each their own, I suppose. Our training makes us sufficient in both." he concluded, raising to his feet to face the other, his helmet still held out front, "I'd... like to hunt with you. I'm tracking a sorcerer. I can try take him alone, but such space magicians ought not be underestimated." his dry sense of humor boasted, "Two Mandalorians eliminating a Great Hunt target -- there's a thrill of the hunt in that, wouldn't you say, Ordo? Join me." he proposed, his copper lips offering something rare -- a smile.

[22:47] Nicci Ordo's face screwed up in a scowl, like she just ate a lemon or something.  "I don't work for fat cowardly slugs.  I do not work for any aruetii, in fact.  I find bounty hunting work to be offering us up as attack dogs to the aruetii, and I happen to think our people are much more than that," she replied, rather bluntly.  She regarded him for a moment, then released a resigned sigh.  "However, if you need my help, I will never refuse to aid my people.  Not for any bounty, but because you are mando'ade.  And well, mostly because I never refuse an offer to kill a sith." she admitted.  There was quite a story behind that, but Soron had not unlocked that influence gain level yet!

[22:51] Soron exhaled a sharp snort past his bloodstained nose, "Vor entye, vod. Sorcerers are no easy prey, it's honorable work. Besides, the Great Hunt is so much more than the Cartel. It's a generation-old event that our people have participated in, even the Crusaders of old -- the likes of Ordo's originators." he said, "And you won't have to work for an aruetii. I'll compensate your ammunition and the like, but for all intents and purposes, you're simply on the hunt." he offered a sage-nod, "A worthwhile one."

[22:54] Nicci Ordo just shook her head. "Agree to disagree, on honorable work," she grunted.  She was about to put her helmet back on, but the glass still falling out of it made her change her mind.  "Have to fix this first, obviously.  I am only doing this because you said Sorceror.  It has been too long since my blade has fed on sith blood, and it is hungry." she commented.  There was a story behind that too, but more influence gain was necessary for that as well!

[22:59]  "Jate. We have an option to pursue one of two Sith I'm tracking -- Darth Nemesis or Darth Ulterius." Soron proclaimed, "Both exist within the sphere of the Dark Lords of the Sith, whose joint-council and Emperor are said to rule Byss. I am uncertain of who the current Emperor is, but transportation, tracking, and ambushing on the Core World is not bound to be difficult." he outlined general facts, "How about.. how about we head over to a forge and repair that helmet of yours. Plot a course back to... Dxun?"

[23:01] Nicci Ordo nodded.  "I personally would not mind seeing either one of them buried, but have a preference for Darth Nemesis." she stated.  It was of course up to him, he made the proposal.  "I can meet you on Onderon if you want, after I repair my buy'ce.  Unless you are stranded here without a ship for some reason or wanted to come with me..."

[23:05]  "Nayc, I'm not stranded. I travel in my Fang fighter, suited for one." Soron replied, "I'll plot a course to Onderon, in that case, and help you with the helmet at the forge. I'm quite acquainted with working on helmets." he said, his chin jerking towards his right shoulder-plate, which possessed a forge-like emblem, the flames of which oddly resembled... Black Sun insignia? He looked upwards, allowing more blood to run across his short, short beard and down his throat. His eyes spotted his own ship landed far above, on one of the trees' landing pads, and then he scouted for hers, "What vessel did you arrive in?"

[23:15] Nicci Ordo spoke into her wrist comm and after a few moments, a ship landed in the clearing near them, blowing smaller trees and underbrush almost flat against the forest floor.  "That one." she replied.  "And I was still going to go to Dxun.  I do not have a forge on Ondron.  But the climate is inhospitable there and I did not want you to inconvenience yourself.  You aren't the only one acquainted with working on helmets you know.  I have worked on mine for 30 years now." she chuckled, headed for the back hatch on her vessel.

[23:19] Soron rolled both armored shoulders into a shrug, "Eh. Suit yourself." he replied as she headed for the ship, before placing his helmet upon his head. He tucked the neck-seal into place and latched the technological marvel on, before barking a verbal command that would active his Z-6 jetpack's thrusters and send him upwards, towards the landing pad where his fighter remained.

[cinvhetinordo]

Nicci vs. Soron

[03:49]  A familiar Mandalorian clad in blue, battered combat armor was jetpacking around the forest moon of Endor, his WESTAR-34 blaster pistols drawn. He was tracking this particular mynock, it seemed, that after he shot the little beast it was shredded apart by severe blaster-fire. He instantly landed and locked both barrels upon this dangerous assailant, only for it to be... "Nicci Ordo." he buzzed, and bent his arms and the elbows, permitting the pistols to be aimed upwards as opposed to at her, "You hunt on-world, too?"

[03:52] Nicci Ordo grunted.  "Not mynocks, usually.  I saw it dive down suddenly and thought it was going to try and chew on my jetpack.  Didn't see you had shot it first.  Usually I go after Condor dragons or...something bigger.  Caught a Krayt dragon alive on a world once, brought it to Dxun as a pet...till some osik killed it.  What are you hunting mynocks for?  Improve your aim?" she joked, sort of.  A Nicci joke, but it was an attempt at least.

[04:01]  "Elek. Mynocks are agile." Soron buzzed, spinning the custom-made blaster pistols along their trigger-guards before shoving them into their respective thigh-holsters, "But as good target practice as it is to hunt beasts, the best sort of prey is one that can reason. A sentient one." his voice crackled. He rolled a single armored shoulder backwards, glancing around, "How about we spar, Ordo?"

[04:06] Nicci Ordo was amused, to say the least, when he suggested she were prey.  That kind of gall was not something she encountered often from...anyone.  Most who saw her coming recognized the armor, and cowered in terror, or nodded in respect.  She exhaled sharply, her helmet venting exhaust in a hiss of steam as she slowly took off the giant repeater strapped to her back.  She was not out to shred him afterall.  She placed both hands behind her back and the music ring of blades being unsheathed echoed through the forest. "Gar cuyir nuh'la, nuhunla euk Skirata. Ni malyasa'yr iupe geroya ti gar."  she replied.  "Blades?"

[04:12] Soron exhaled a single, soft snort past the helmet's filters, before dragging a single soldier boot behind the other, bending both his armored knees, and raising his fists in a defensive manner. He barked a single verbal command, and his left vambrace's saw-blade popped out, ready to cut deep and sear. His reflective, T-shaped visor was focused on the other, "Elek. Olaror, Ordo, tengaanar ni meg gar gotal be. <Yes. Come, Ordo, show me what you're made of.>" he buzzed.

[04:12] [SW: RPG] Meter: Rolled 17 [Willpower:07]

[04:12] [SW: RPG] Meter: Nicci Ordo(Suraya Scribe) rolled 15 [Willpower:10]

[04:14]  And without as much as a pause, the Protector of Mandalore touched off into a sprint with his forearm's buzz-saw whirring. He leaped, his jetpack's thrusters boosting him off the ground just momentarily, offering him enough momentum to hopefully come down on Nicci blade-forward, aiming it in her collar-bone area. It could do some serious damage... think vibroblade.

[04:14] [SW: RPG] Meter: Rolled 19 [Strength:10]

[04:15] [SW: RPG] Meter: Nicci Ordo(Suraya Scribe) rolled 28 [Strength:10]

[04:18] Nicci Ordo grinned in elation as he charged at her so aggressively, her blades ringing musically as she brought them up in an X to block the buzz saw, sparks flying as the mechanical blade grated against her beskade.  She held the saw blade in the groove between one blade at bay away from her, and spun the other blade down in an attempt to knock his knee between his armor plating.

[04:18] [SW: RPG] Meter: Nicci Ordo(Suraya Scribe) rolled 25 [Strength:10]

[04:18] [SW: RPG] Meter: Rolled 28 [Strength:10]

[04:21]  The Protector held steadfast, the blade hitting the beskar alloy plating only to rebound -- his knee just about kept its position. With a clenched jaw, the Mandalorian attempted to push the forearm blade against the parried sword to make the smallest bit of distance and hopefully force Nicci into a slight backwards stumble, only to attempt to take an aggressive step forward and lift a soldier boot to her chest in a vicious spartan kick.

[04:21] [SW: RPG] Meter: Rolled 17 [Strength:10]

[04:22] [SW: RPG] Meter: Nicci Ordo(Suraya Scribe) rolled 28 [Strength:10]

[04:25] Nicci Ordo grinning from ear to ear, her own boots held firm in the grass and firmly planted on the ground of the forest.  She put both blades in one hand briefly, and when his boot went up to plant in her chest, she instead caught it with her crushgaunt, growling playfully as the hand squeezed hard, trying to use the gaunt to break a few bones in his foot.

[04:25] [SW: RPG] Meter: Nicci Ordo(Suraya Scribe) rolled 26 [Strength:10]

[04:26] [SW: RPG] Meter: Rolled 13 [Strength:10]

[04:30] Soron 's jaw clenched twofold, the plating surrounding his shin struggling with resisting the crushgaunt. He felt the metal dent and his bone crack, and growled, "Rrrrgh." before barking a verbal command that would activate the jetpack. The forearm blade retracted back into the vambrace, and instead he aimed the right forearm and barked another command. This time, a fiber-cord attempted to blast out and wrap around Nicci's lower legs. If everything went according to plan, the momentum from his flight would send her right off her feet, and he'd drag her through the forest rather brutally with that fibercord of his. He certainly wasn't blasting her, at least!

[04:30] [SW: RPG] Meter: Rolled 26 [Agility:10]

[04:31] [SW: RPG] Meter: Nicci Ordo(Suraya Scribe) rolled 13 [Strength:10]

[04:35] Nicci Ordo was built like a tank, and went down like one also.  She lost her footing instantly and her back hit the forest floor, dragged along like cargo, seemingly hitting every branch and root Endor had to offer.  She stabbed one of her swords into the ground to try and stop herself from being dragged across the whole planet, and attempted to throw the other bes'kad, aiming right for one of the jets, trying to disable one of them to send him spinning out of control, hopefully into a tree!

[04:35] [SW: RPG] Meter: Nicci Ordo(Suraya Scribe) rolled 18 [Agility:10]

[04:38] [SW: RPG] Meter: Rolled 18 [Agility:10]

[04:41] Soron felt the considerable slow-down, which forced his attention to shift from where he was flying to the one he was dragging. He'd seen the blade fly at him just in time, and maneuver aside slightly, enough for the edge to slide against the side of his jetpack and land fuck-knows-where in the forest. "So that's how it is? You want to stop? As you wish...." he buzzed loudly, before ramping up the power to the thrusters through eye movement and blinking. He sped upwards, with the fibercord hopefully still wrapped around her legs, and instead of dragging her along attempted to carry her up. If given enough time to do this, he'd likely attempt to fly her into a tree before cutting the cord at the vambrace.

[04:41] [SW: RPG] Meter: Rolled 12 [Agility:10]

[04:42] [SW: RPG] Meter: Nicci Ordo(Suraya Scribe) rolled 28 [Strength:10]

[04:43] Nicci Ordo noticed his change of direction and held fast with her sword in the dirt, quickly cutting the fibercord with her own beskad, severing it to stop the risk of her being dragged into the trees.  She stood up quickly, and threw her other blade hard at his jetpack to knock him out of the sky.

[04:43] [SW: RPG] Meter: Nicci Ordo(Suraya Scribe) rolled 15 [Agility:10]

[04:45] [SW: RPG] Meter: Rolled 21 [Agility:10]

[04:48]  The Protector was no rookie when it came to jetpack maneuverability. He leaned his body-mass aside in the air, allowing the blade to pass him and land somewhere deeper in the forest, maybe within a tree. He glared at the Ordo below, before rapidly shifting his weight into a downward dive -- a total Shriek Hawk in diving formation. He attempted to, in the last moment, shift his body-weight backwards and deliver a powerful kick into Nicci's visor, with his still-good leg, of course, the left one.

[04:48] [SW: RPG] Meter: Rolled 23 [Strength:10]

[04:49] [SW: RPG] Meter: Nicci Ordo(Suraya Scribe) rolled 14 [Strength:10]

[04:51] Nicci Ordo grumbled, having been busy focusing on where her blade went in the forest, and was completely caught off guard by the kick at her visor.  The fiberglass shattered, cutting her cheek a bit. With a soft growl she attempted to grab him by the belt and body slam him onto the ground, throwing her weight on top of him in the process if successful.

[04:51] [SW: RPG] Meter: Nicci Ordo(Suraya Scribe) rolled 15 [Strength:10]

[04:54] [SW: RPG] Meter: Rolled 18 [Strength:10]

[04:57] Soron didn't have much of an option but to endure the fall Nicci pulled him into. But, being the logistical man that he was, he opted to make distance by carrying the momentum of the fall into a series of side-way rolls, allowing him to get away from grappling with Nicci in extreme close quarters. He managed to come to a stop and force himself onto a knee, by which point Nicci would also likely not be on her ass. But he'd bark a verbal command that again activated his jetpack, and this time attempted to hover but feet over the ground to slam his shoulder into Nicci's abdomen in a fast-paced and savage jetpack-tackle. He'd deactivate it upon contact, and attempt to drive Nicci across the ground, this time /his/ weight over /hers/.

[04:57] [SW: RPG] Meter: Rolled 25 [Strength:10]

[04:58] [SW: RPG] Meter: Nicci Ordo(Suraya Scribe) rolled 14 [Strength:10]

[05:01] Nicci Ordo was indeed tackled and thrown to the ground again, this time with his full weight on her as she had tried to do to him.  Grunting, and having the wind knocked out of her, she was too stubborn to give up.  She lifted her knee and attempted to drive it into his ribs as hard as she could since they were in such close quarters.

[05:01] [SW: RPG] Meter: Nicci Ordo(Suraya Scribe) rolled 21 [Strength:10]

[05:02] [SW: RPG] Meter: Rolled 11 [Strength:10]

[05:04] Soron grunted heavily as the armored knee met its softer, under-armor mark, cracking a rib or two for sure. He coughed a small bit of blood onto his visor screen, but remained atop the Ordo. Giving into his primal instinct -- Mandalorian training, which had him preform basic military maneuvers even if exhausted or disorientated -- the Mandalorians attempted to clench both his gloved hands into fists and send a series of ruthless punches against the woman's helmet, hoping to knock it side to side badly.

[05:04] [SW: RPG] Meter: Rolled 17 [Strength:10]

[05:05] [SW: RPG] Meter: Nicci Ordo(Suraya Scribe) rolled 24 [Strength:10]

[05:06] Nicci Ordo's helmet was sealed onto her head and though his punches jarred it around, perhaps even loosened it, it remained firmly on her head and did no damage.  Growling again, she put both hands on either side of his helmet and attempted an aggressive Keldabe kiss by smashing her phrik plate as hard as she could into his visor. [05:06] [SW: RPG] Meter: Nicci Ordo(Suraya Scribe) rolled 17 [Strength:10]

[05:09] [SW: RPG] Meter: Rolled 12 [Strength:10]

[05:10] Miron - Soron (soron2009 Flux): Wisdom re-roll.

[05:10] [SW: RPG] Meter: Rolled 23 [Strength:10]

[05:13] Soron 's metallic forehead, stylized with a Skirata mythosaur, happily met hers, and he managed to hold out the powerful bash without getting a concussion straight off the bat. His visor glared into Nicci's in what, at least for him, was a moment of silence post the Keldabe kiss. She'd soon find that he was quite talented at those, as he opted to respond by jerking his head back and bringing his technological marvel against hers once again.

[05:13] [SW: RPG] Meter: Rolled 25 [Strength:10]

[05:13] [SW: RPG] Meter: Nicci Ordo(Suraya Scribe) rolled 29 [Strength:10]

[05:18] Nicci Ordo's helmet had an extra plating right where the kiss would land, stylized similarly with the proud symbol of Ordo.  Her cheeks grew hot, probably for the first time in her life.  She could not remember if A'denla had ever managed that or not.  Grunting under him, she balled up her fist and attempted to knock the helmet clean off his head.

[05:18] [SW: RPG] Meter: Nicci Ordo(Suraya Scribe) rolled 13 [Strength:10]

[05:19] [SW: RPG] Meter: Rolled 21 [Agility:10]

[05:21] Soron 's eyes were keen on that 360 degree field view of his, so he spotted the balled up fist just in time to jerk his head aside, just about missing the slow but powerful punch. He raised himself just slightly, only to attempt to bring his armored knee-cap in to slam it downwards into her abdomen, hoping the beskar plating would prove to carry some serious blunt impact.

[05:21] [SW: RPG] Meter: Rolled 11 [Strength:10]

[05:22] [SW: RPG] Meter: Nicci Ordo(Suraya Scribe) rolled 21 [Strength:10]

[05:25] Nicci Ordo was hit in the abdomen, and she released a soft moaning sound from the pressure to her body, but his knee hit pure armor plating.  When he had raised himself up, she attempted to get the upper hand by wrapping her legs around his body and trying to throw him down underneath HER instead.

[05:25] [SW: RPG] Meter: Nicci Ordo(Suraya Scribe) rolled 20 [Strength:10]

[05:27] [SW: RPG] Meter: Rolled 12 [Strength:10]

[05:31] Soron was eventually overpowered, and the Ordo managed to use his own body-weight against him in assuming control. He hated close-quarters combat for this reason -- he never wanted to be pinned. The Mandalorian grabbed onto Nicci by the rib section of her chest plate with both gloved hands, and leaned in before barking a verbal command in an attempt to allow the jetpack's thrusters to boost him off the ground. Still holding onto Nicci, he essentially attempted to topple her onto her back, using the machine on his back to boost him in his push to wrestle her back onto the ground, hard.

[05:31] [SW: RPG] Meter: Rolled 28 [Strength:10]

[05:31] [SW: RPG] Meter: Nicci Ordo(Suraya Scribe) rolled 30 [Strength:10]

[05:35] Nicci Ordo growled savagely, the jetpack pushing against her strength as the thrusters fired, but she held firm, planting her thighs and her full weight down on him so he could not go anywhere.  She again balled up her fist and attempted to knock the helmet right off his head.

[05:35] [SW: RPG] Meter: Nicci Ordo(Suraya Scribe) rolled 26 [Strength:10]

[05:38] [SW: RPG] Meter: Rolled 25 [Strength:10]

[05:41]  The Protector's helmet's latch weakened throughout the fight, and the helmet came loose once Nicci knocked its metallic chin hard. It rolled across the grass and mud, not too far off, and his nose and mouth seemed bloodied, with cheeks clearly red and puffing. He clenched a gloved hand and in a last-ditch effort attempted to send his own upper-cut against her helmet, though he was never the best at close-quarters-combat.

[05:41] [SW: RPG] Meter: Rolled 16 [Strength:10]

[05:42] [SW: RPG] Meter: Nicci Ordo(Suraya Scribe) rolled 06 [Strength:00]

[05:47] Nicci Ordo's chin was knocked back by the uppercut, her helmet, having loosened before, went flying off her head and rolling off to the side.  Her muscles were tired, she had never fought anyone quite this tenacious, and ground combat was exhausting for someone in armor as heavy as hers.  She looked down at him, her red hair cascading down her armor and her war-painted face fully visible.  Not wanting her crush-gaunt to break his face, she ripped the gaunt off and punched him without it instead.

[05:47] [SW: RPG] Meter: Nicci Ordo(Suraya Scribe) rolled 11 [Strength:00]

[05:49] [SW: RPG] Meter: Rolled 11 [Strength:00]

[05:52] Soron reached out with a single gloved hand and actually caught the gloved fist, holding it in place. He tensed his neck and clenched his jaw, pressing his bloody teeth together. "Nrrrrrrgh." he growled through pain and anger as he held the fist at bay, before attempting to reach out with his other hand to grab the back of her red-haired head and bring her forehead against his in (HOPEFULLY) a final Keldabe kiss.

[05:52] [SW: RPG] Meter: Rolled 03 [Strength:00]

[05:54] [SW: RPG] Meter: Nicci Ordo(Suraya Scribe) rolled 10 [Strength:00]

[05:58] [SW: RPG] Meter: Nicci Ordo(Suraya Scribe) rolled 03 [Strength:00]

[21:30]  The Mandalorian clad in blue, battered combat armor most certainly lost consciousness after his aging forehead was forced to slam against Nicci's own. Soron's gloved hand, which led the other's head into the Keldabe kiss, fell limp as he himself completely fell onto his jetpack-harnessed back. He'd be unconscious for at least the next few minutes before his eyes would flicker.

[21:34] Nicci Ordo had been similarly knocked unconscious by the same movement.  She was used to jarring of the head.  She was an Ordo afterall.  But usually it did not happen so much in one fight.  She had so rarely met one who could keep up with her in a fight like that, but this one had gone the distance, and at the same time Soron had succumb to a blackout, so had she.  She had fought a LOT over the last week.  Her own Alor, a mand'alor, and several fights just because.  She did not wake up quite as fast as he did.

[cinvhetinordo]

The Man who would be Mand’alor

[2018/10/20 12:26]  Jekai Kryze: /me made his way down to the agreed upon dueling area. "Alright. All the nonsense kept to a minimum. I don't think a Mand'alor is needed right now, and I think you're not yet ready. If you've got something to say, say it, so we can get this over with.", he says.

[2018/10/20 12:26]  Cantar (theminion): /me grunted audibly, "Same as before. I'm going forward. Mistakes were made, and learned from. The idea is to repair the people and make the things minimalist and fixed. So. Let's go ahead,"

[2018/10/20 12:29]  Cantar (theminion): /me lead, with the hammer of his father. He was a large man, and could wield it well he hoped. That, and the head was deceiving. He'd whip it around him, aiming to start the battle off by breaking Jekai's ribs on his right side with it.

[2018/10/20 12:29]  [SW%3A RPG] Meter 1.05: Rolled 30 [Strength:10]

[2018/10/20 12:32]  Jekai Kryze: /me was slapped in the chest with the giant hammer, denting the plates inward. He was slung across the ground, and got to his feet. He withdrew his shovel, and rushed forward, attempting  to slice upwards under the man's helmet.

[2018/10/20 12:32]  [SW%3A RPG] Meter 1.05: Jekai Kryze(ARC1504 Resident) rolled 16 [Strength:10]

[2018/10/20 12:32]  [SW%3A RPG] Meter 1.05: Rolled 26 [Strength:10]

[2018/10/20 12:33]  Cantar (theminion): /me continued motion. It's how hammers worked. He stepped, and swung again. The goat's head on the front of the large weapon would came as the shovel sliced upwards. Not today, Shovel. This time, he sought to make a knee-cap go in a direction it wasn't supposed to. Cripple one leg, the lighter man can't chase you down.

[2018/10/20 12:33]  [SW%3A RPG] Meter 1.05: Rolled 23 [Strength:10]

[2018/10/20 12:34]  [SW%3A RPG] Meter 1.05: Jekai Kryze(ARC1504 Resident) rolled 27 [Strength:10]

[2018/10/20 12:35]  Jekai Kryze: /me recoiled back, drawing his leg upwards as it passed. He swung once more. Once for the neck, always for the neck. He never wanted to destroy his enemies means of defending himself. He kept in close, fast and aggressive.

[2018/10/20 12:35]  [SW%3A RPG] Meter 1.05: Jekai Kryze(ARC1504 Resident) rolled 14 [Strength:10]

[2018/10/20 12:35]  [SW%3A RPG] Meter 1.05: Rolled 16 [Strength:10]

[2018/10/20 12:36]  [SW%3A RPG] Meter 1.05: Jekai Kryze(ARC1504 Resident) rolled 16 [Strength:10]

[2018/10/20 12:37]  Cantar (theminion): /me blocked. It was close. The shovel skirted across the bottom of his helmet that he'd elongated. Jekai was manipulated away from him. Two loud thumps across his chest before he'd roar, rush forward, jetpack up, and attempt to bring the hammer upwards into his chest to launch him backwards.

[2018/10/20 12:37]  [SW%3A RPG] Meter 1.05: Rolled 25 [Strength:10]

[2018/10/20 12:37]  [SW%3A RPG] Meter 1.05: Jekai Kryze(ARC1504 Resident) rolled 21 [Strength:10]

[2018/10/20 12:39]  Nicci Ordo: /me had just come out of the tank.  She had heard a commotion outside and seen a gathering from the hospital window.  Not to mention she was not one to stay cooped up in such places for long.  She walked up to see another challenge by Jekai to the would be Mand'alor.

[2018/10/20 12:42]  Jekai Kryze: /me was slapped once with the giant hammer, denting in the shoulder plate, caving it in and cracking the bone underneath. His left arm hung uselessly as blood pooled to the ground. This was it! The final battle! He was excited. His swings had finality to him. "Come on then! Kill me! Send me out of this stupid political game!", he proclaims, happily.

[2018/10/20 12:42]  [SW%3A RPG] Meter 1.05: Jekai Kryze(ARC1504 Resident) rolled 21 [Strength:10]

[2018/10/20 12:42]  [SW%3A RPG] Meter 1.05: Rolled 14 [Strength:10]

[2018/10/20 12:42]  [SW%3A RPG] Meter 1.05: Your Health Score has been decreased to 4/5.

[2018/10/20 12:43]  Cantar (theminion): /me wound carved. His arm was bloodied now, around where his name-tag was. After a moment he'd grab him by his collar to sling him away. Distance would be his saving grace today. The hammer again swung, this time for his hip. Break the bone. Limit his movement further.

[2018/10/20 12:44]  [SW%3A RPG] Meter 1.05: Rolled 24 [Strength:10]

[2018/10/20 12:44]  [SW%3A RPG] Meter 1.05: Jekai Kryze(ARC1504 Resident) rolled 21 [Strength:10]

[2018/10/20 12:45]  Jekai Kryze: /me was cracked in the hip with the hammer, only saving it last moment. Fractured, bot not utterly broken. He did limp for a second, adjusting himself. He threw the shovel to the side, and just rushed forward to tackle him to the dirt, if he could. He'd gone and gotten old! Shit like this used to be easy.

[2018/10/20 12:45]  [SW%3A RPG] Meter 1.05: Jekai Kryze(ARC1504 Resident) rolled 29 [Strength:10]

[2018/10/20 12:45]  [SW%3A RPG] Meter 1.05: Your Health Score has been decreased to 3/5.

[2018/10/20 12:47]  Cantar (theminion): /me was tackled. He'd hold his hammer to keep him off of him. There, on the ground, he'd growl out. Blow after blow landed against his helmet. Shit, bad place to be. After a moment he'd attempt to shift the handle around Jekai's back, and press him inwards. Big-ass bear-hug. Something he couldn't get away from. Make it a test or muscle, and not speed or dexterity. And there in that moment, he'd return to the basics. Bap boom bang. headbutt.

[2018/10/20 12:47]  [SW%3A RPG] Meter 1.05: Rolled 25 [Strength:10]

[2018/10/20 12:47]  [SW%3A RPG] Meter 1.05: Jekai Kryze(ARC1504 Resident) rolled 13 [Strength:10]

[2018/10/20 12:49]  Jekai Kryze: /me was pulled in with the handle, and was headbutted. His arm, which had been crushed where the shoulder met the upper body cavity, would come loose, and cause all manner of internal damage. Stars strapped across his vision. He attempted to just get his hands around this guy's throat, and press inwards best he could. He wasn't muscular, but that is how he decided to play the game.

[2018/10/20 12:49]  [SW%3A RPG] Meter 1.05: Jekai Kryze(ARC1504 Resident) rolled 16 [Strength:10]

[2018/10/20 12:50]  [SW%3A RPG] Meter 1.05: Rolled 26 [Strength:10]

[2018/10/20 12:50]  Cantar (theminion): /me disengage, roll, and clear. They were both away from each-other now. 'Damnit. He's going to make you do it. Damnit,' he didn't want o kill Jekai. But the man had made his mound. Growling he'd charge inwards, attempting to plant him with his shoulder into the pillar on the gate. That was a lot of man moving. A lot of Adrenaline. Young Wolf versus the old one.

[2018/10/20 12:51]  [SW%3A RPG] Meter 1.05: Rolled 16 [Strength:10]

[2018/10/20 12:51]  [SW%3A RPG] Meter 1.05: Jekai Kryze(ARC1504 Resident) rolled 29 [Strength:10]

[2018/10/20 12:51]  [SW%3A RPG] Meter 1.05: Rolled 30 [Strength:10]

[2018/10/20 12:55]  Jekai Kryze: /me was shoulder planted, and an audible snap was heard. He rose to his feet slowly, coughing several times, and shifted with the broken bones in his chest. In the process, one of the broken bones pierced his heart. He was up for a moment, and thought he would take another charge. "Never felt that before...", he manages, before crumpling to the dirt, dead.

[2018/10/20 12:58]  Cantar (theminion): /me braced for another charge. When Jekai collapsed on the ground he'd plant the head of his hammer and would exhale. Plopping down on the wide-head he'd sit there next to Jekai. "Goddamn you, you stupid fucking man," he'd unbuckle his helmet as he looked at him, meshing his fingers together as he sat on the hammer. "Fuck you. I fucking hate you. You and your whole goddamn name," he had just killed a good friend. "Nobody will ever forget you Old Friend. Won't let them," he'd pat the dead man's shoulder. "I'll make sure I burn your name into the minds of every man I meet. Jekai Kryze, the Ace of Spades. It was a good run," he'd lean against the reinforced handle of his hammer before sighing. "Shit."

[2018/10/20 13:00]  Nicci Ordo: /me's eyes burned with hatred for the man who stood before her.  "He was not stupid, he died as he lived, a Mandalorian, you kriffing di'kut bastard." she replied, though calmly. "Though I will say he should have killed you the first time." She looked down at the body of the fallen Jekai.  "Ni su'cuyi, gar kyr'adyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum, Jekai Kryze." she stated solemnly.

[2018/10/20 13:05]  Cantar (theminion): /me offered, "Can I help you, Nicci, or do you plan on casting more insults and jaded threats," he'd look at her with a thin lipped smile. It was not a happy thing. It was one of stress. With one hand he'd offer, "Don't worry Old Man. We'll get your gear where it belongs. Your Clan'll have your stuff. I'll make sure of it," as he patted his shoulder before adding, "Get you buried proper. Sent into the sun above Mandalore," he seemed more interested in handling and making sure Jekai had the proper things. He'd set his shovel out of the way so he could get him back on his back and cross his arms over his chest.

[2018/10/20 13:06]  Nicci Ordo: /me just scoffed at him. "Do not presume to call him a friend. If you were friend you would have stepped down, on the council of a man who defeated you. You are not capable of uniting the clans as Mand'alor and have fractured us further.  I did not threaten you, if I had, you would know it.  But I can arrange that."

[2018/10/20 13:09]  Cantar (theminion): /me looked at her and stated, "Shut the fuck up. Do not presume to tell me what I am allowed to call him!" He shouted now. Angry. Violent. Enraged. "Jekai Kryze was my steadfast friend. Jekai Kryze, every time I called to him, answered everything I ever asked of him. Gave me advice. Helped me earn waht I've earned. All of you," he'd gesture at her and wildly, "All of you stood. Watched. Not a fucking one of you spoke up to counsel. But he did," he'd gesture at Jekai before sitting back down, "Shev'la did. He challenged my honor. I had to meet it," meshing his hands back together he'd follow with, "I wronged your Clan. You and Jorval specifically. My wronging of your people caused you both grievous injuries. There are wounds that cannot be healed, save with time. When Jorval is free, I will challenge him should he desire it. I will right that wrong," he'd lean back against the handle of the hammer, "But you are not the Alor of Clan Ordo. Jorval is. That is his decision,"

[2018/10/20 13:10]  Jekai Kryze (arc1504): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QrGrOK8oZG8 [Roll credits!]

[2018/10/20 13:12]  Nicci Ordo: /me's eyes narrowed, "If you are going to tell me what to do di'kut, you better start doing it with your fists.  You are not my Mand'alor, you are one who only cares about the title and the power.  You have wronged the entire culture.  I do not have to be Alor to challenge you di'kut.  That is the right of anyone who is Mandalorian.  And if you think you can tell me to shut the fuck up without getting my blade smacked in your face you have another thing kriffing coming."

[2018/10/20 13:13]  Cantar (theminion): /me stood up, and impacted to hammer into the ground once as he put his helmet back on. "Right then. Ready?"

[2018/10/20 13:14]  Nicci Ordo: /me dropped the repeater to the street along with the rest of her weapons except her two blades.  "I was born ready to fight.  And to die.  And to kill.  Do your worst you piece of osik."

[2018/10/20 13:16]  [SW%3A RPG] Meter 1.05: Nicci Ordo(Suraya Scribe) rolled 28 [Willpower:10]

[2018/10/20 13:18]  Nicci Ordo: /me charged at him once he got up, putting her blades together and aiming them simultaneously at the arm that held the hammer, specifically for the joint that connected shoulder to torso.

[2018/10/20 13:18]  [SW%3A RPG] Meter 1.05: Nicci Ordo(Suraya Scribe) rolled 24 [Strength:10]

[2018/10/20 13:19]  [SW%3A RPG] Meter 1.05: Rolled 22 [Strength:10]

[2018/10/20 13:20]  Cantar (theminion): /me her hammer impacted and cut into the meat a tad. But his suit had changed a little. Metal braces now lines the internal and powered electrical systems. Small changes have occurred. The man would once she was that close, attempting to sweep her leg and manipulate her in the process. To the ground, and then a hammer swing. One her back.

[2018/10/20 13:20]  [SW%3A RPG] Meter 1.05: Rolled 13 [Strength:10]

[2018/10/20 13:20]  [SW%3A RPG] Meter 1.05: Nicci Ordo(Suraya Scribe) rolled 17 [Strength:10]

[2018/10/20 13:20]  [SW%3A RPG] Meter 1.05: Rolled 12 [Strength:10]

[2018/10/20 13:22]  Nicci Ordo: /me was a tank of a mandalorian.  She was built as such and did not even move when he tried to sweep her leg.  His ankle hit her calf and like a tree trunk it stayed rooted into the ground as she whirled the blades around and struck again, aiming for the right ribcage.

[2018/10/20 13:22]  [SW%3A RPG] Meter 1.05: Nicci Ordo(Suraya Scribe) rolled 28 [Strength:10]

[2018/10/20 13:22]  [SW%3A RPG] Meter 1.05: Rolled 16 [Strength:10]

[2018/10/20 13:23]  Cantar (theminion): /me she impacted yet again, carving meat from his side. His hand came to make distance between them, and he'd try what he had on jekai. Charge, jetpack, slam downwards and an impact.

[2018/10/20 13:23]  [SW%3A RPG] Meter 1.05: Rolled 11 [Strength:10]

[2018/10/20 13:23]  [SW%3A RPG] Meter 1.05: Nicci Ordo(Suraya Scribe) rolled 17 [Strength:10]

[2018/10/20 13:25]  Nicci Ordo: /me was pissed, and it was rage that the Ordo drew their strength from.  Both blades came up, crossing over each other, sparks flying as the charge connected but met the blades like a mighty shield and succeeded only in skidding her back a foot or two. She ripped the blades from their connection and spun them upward, driving them as hard as she could aimed at the now the left ribcage.

[2018/10/20 13:25]  [SW%3A RPG] Meter 1.05: Nicci Ordo(Suraya Scribe) rolled 11 [Strength:10]

[2018/10/20 13:25]  [SW%3A RPG] Meter 1.05: Rolled 20 [Strength:10]

[2018/10/20 13:25]  [SW%3A RPG] Meter 1.05: Nicci Ordo(Suraya Scribe) rolled 19 [Strength:10]

[2018/10/20 13:27]  Cantar (theminion): /me pressed upwards and was hovering for a moment as he let the hammer fall. It impacted with a loud thunk, implying it's weight was heavier than prior mentioned. His feet skidded across the ground as he rushed forward and went to initiate what had beaten her last time. Fisticuffs. Bap bap bap. Left, right, bob and weave. Rib-cages, kidneys, ovaries, anything. Tactical body-shots.

[2018/10/20 13:27]  [SW%3A RPG] Meter 1.05: Rolled 11 [Strength:10]

[2018/10/20 13:27]  [SW%3A RPG] Meter 1.05: Nicci Ordo(Suraya Scribe) rolled 13 [Strength:10]

[2018/10/20 13:28]  Nicci Ordo: /me blocked each one of his blows with her blades, snarling she spun one of the blades up and drove it against the man's armpit, which clearly at this point was one of her favorite places to hit.

[2018/10/20 13:29]  [SW%3A RPG] Meter 1.05: Nicci Ordo(Suraya Scribe) rolled 29 [Strength:10]

[2018/10/20 13:29]  Cantar (theminion): /me got lodged. From there he'd grunt audibly, and wrap his arm around her own. A kick was sent against her knee-cap, followed by a jab to her throat.

[2018/10/20 13:29]  [SW%3A RPG] Meter 1.05: Rolled 25 [Strength:10]

[2018/10/20 13:29]  [SW%3A RPG] Meter 1.05: Nicci Ordo(Suraya Scribe) rolled 26 [Strength:10]

[2018/10/20 13:31]  Nicci Ordo: /me again used her blades just as well as a shield as she did for attack, as was the purpose for having two.  She blocked the knee kick with one and the jab to her throat with the other, using the blade that had blocked the knee attack to spin around and stab upward aiming at his inner thigh.

[2018/10/20 13:32]  [SW%3A RPG] Meter 1.05: Nicci Ordo(Suraya Scribe) rolled 19 [Strength:10]

[2018/10/20 13:32]  [SW%3A RPG] Meter 1.05: Rolled 19 [Strength:10]

[2018/10/20 13:33]  Cantar (theminion): /me pulled his knee back, before disengaging with a kick and rolling back. As he did, he'd pull a knife from his belt and would roll forward attempting to slam it into her thigh, throw his shoulder into her gut, and hurl her backwards with a twist of the knife.

[2018/10/20 13:33]  [SW%3A RPG] Meter 1.05: Rolled 20 [Strength:10]

[2018/10/20 13:33]  [SW%3A RPG] Meter 1.05: Nicci Ordo(Suraya Scribe) rolled 14 [Strength:10]

[2018/10/20 13:35]  Nicci Ordo: /me snarled as the knife sank into her flesh, but stumbled backward only a little and used his close range to drive her knee in to his visor in an attempt to smash the glass and knock him backward.

[2018/10/20 13:35]  [SW%3A RPG] Meter 1.05: Nicci Ordo(Suraya Scribe) rolled 22 [Strength:10]

[2018/10/20 13:36]  [SW%3A RPG] Meter 1.05: Rolled 12 [Strength:10]

[2018/10/20 13:37]  Cantar (theminion): /me grunted as she impacte dhis helmet, the small glass shaterring as he rolled backwards. He'd stand back before rushing forward and attempting to turn and steal a case from Jekai. He'd attempt to impact the boot-knife into her throat, before plating his other hand in a fist against the back of his knife hand and slamming it across to her other cheek.

[2018/10/20 13:37]  [SW%3A RPG] Meter 1.05: Rolled 23 [Strength:10]

[2018/10/20 13:38]  [SW%3A RPG] Meter 1.05: Nicci Ordo(Suraya Scribe) rolled 18 [Strength:10]

[2018/10/20 13:41]  Nicci Ordo (suraya.scribe): /me was sliced across her neck, but her armor was thick and it bled little, though through her rage and adrenaline she only felt the slightest sting that did not phase her aggression.  Snarling, she aimed both blades at his neck, attempting to repay the favor and drive both in simultaneously.

[2018/10/20 13:41]  [SW%3A RPG] Meter 1.05: Nicci Ordo(Suraya Scribe) rolled 16 [Strength:10]

[2018/10/20 13:41]  [SW%3A RPG] Meter 1.05: Rolled 19 [Strength:10]

[2018/10/20 13:42]  Harkon: /me watched with vague interest, before tapping the little droid that sat on his shoulder. Deezee, always the chipper little droid, zoomed in on it all. It chortled some manner of binary at him, and he nodded at it.

[2018/10/20 13:42]  Cantar (theminion): /me dove under, his head coming to the other-side as he rotated his wrist and grabbed the handle before pushing her head with a different direction. The aim was to pull the knife across her throat violently, as the vibroknife was not what you wanted to inhale.

[2018/10/20 13:42]  [SW%3A RPG] Meter 1.05: Rolled 11 [Strength:10]

[2018/10/20 13:42]  [SW%3A RPG] Meter 1.05: Nicci Ordo(Suraya Scribe) rolled 21 [Strength:10]

[2018/10/20 13:44]  Nicci Ordo: /me was prepared this time and blocked it, using the opening in the middle of her blade to catch the knife and hold it at bay, while the other spun in an upward direction and again attempted to dive deep into his left rib cage.

[2018/10/20 13:44]  [SW%3A RPG] Meter 1.05: Nicci Ordo(Suraya Scribe) rolled 28 [Strength:10]

[2018/10/20 13:44]  [SW%3A RPG] Meter 1.05: Rolled 17 [Strength:10]

[2018/10/20 13:44]  Cantar (theminion): /me was impaled, and he looked at her there. Staring at her, he'd make her make the decision as the glass clattered from his visor.

[2018/10/20 13:46]  Nicci Ordo: /me did not utter a word and lifted her blade, flat end horizontal, and stabbing it into the man's visor as hard as she could in order to drive it into his skull.  "Do not...ever...tell me to shut the fuck up, you piece of osik."

[2018/10/20 13:46]  Cantar (theminion): It went...about halfway into the right side and stopped at the metal in the back. He'd look at her, his other eye blinking occasionally as the metallic piece stayed on when she did it.

[2018/10/20 13:47]  Cantar (theminion): He was...dead?

[2018/10/20 13:53]  Nicci Ordo: /me pulled her blade out of his face.  There was a lot of blood in the street now.  Panting as she began coming down off the adrenaline high, she lifted her wrist comm to send a message to Cantar's brother.

[cinvhetinordo]

Nicci Ordo vs Jorval Kad Ordo

[21:02] Jorval Ordo | The former chieftain's ship landed in the port of Iziz, and he stormed in the direction of the woman who replaced him. The young berserker shoved through the crowd, grunting as he pushed each aruetii aside along the way. It was unusual to choose this as the place of battle, but these were unusual times. Once he laid eyes upon Nicci, his Dathomiri lance sprang to life. A quick jolt of electricity sparked at its zenith to herald his arrival. Finally - the man spoke, a snarl more beast than man erupting from the helmet's vox: "Nicci of Ordo, we meet again." he began, "Cantar has meddled in our family and robbed me of my place - given it to you. Now I challenge you. The victor lays claim to the aliit."

[21:03] Jorval Ordo | One of the people he shoved was Bentley

[21:03] R. Ward (bentley.blackmountain) is shoved aside. Oof.

[21:04] Shev'la "Shev" Skirata soon jetpacked downward, having determined the location of the duel, he lands on his feet and simply crosses his arms to observe the duel.

[21:07] Nicci Ordo just looked at him, rather calmly,  "Really?  'We meet again?'  You sound like a villain from a bad holoflick." she chuckled, dragging the swords at her back out of their sheaths.  "I was on my way back to Dxun from a supply run, but here will do.  I accept your challenge, Jorval Kad Ordo."

[21:11] A'drol Notimo would lean over to his alor "honor dual?" he's ask in a somewhat curious tone

[21:12] Shev'la "Shev" Skirata turns to his fellow Cabur "Lek. A duel for leadership of their Aliit."

[21:13] A'drol Notimo folded his arms and nodded "aaaaah.."

[21:14] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Diocletian(UnlivedPhalanx McMahon) rolled 09

[21:16] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Nicci Ordo(Suraya Scribe) rolled 16

[21:19] Jorval Ordo brandished his lance - that which he claimed after overcoming the the witches so long ago. He gripped it in both hands, the trident-like prongs aimed toward his opponent  as electric sparks occasionally jumped between them. He waited patiently for the other warrior to make preparations, draw her weapons and assume her stance. He awaited her first move.

[21:22] Nicci Ordo brandished her blades, noting he still used the two handed weapon he had won on the verd goten she gave him long ago.  She ignited her weapon and lunged at him, aiming her first blow for his exposed shoulder.

[21:22] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Nicci Ordo(Suraya Scribe) rolled 11 [Strength:10]

[21:24] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Diocletian(UnlivedPhalanx McMahon) rolled 17 [Strength:10]

[21:28] Jorval Ordo | The two berserkers clashed. Jorval stepped back as the woman lunged. Her skill with those wretched blades was legendary - he needed to keep her back. His lance shot forward, intercepting the swinging blade and catching it in its prongs. He pushed the sword - and her arm - down into the ground with a snarl before he raised his boot and aimed a Spartiate kick directly into her abdomen.

[21:28] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Diocletian(UnlivedPhalanx McMahon) rolled 28 [Strength:10]

[21:29] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Nicci Ordo(Suraya Scribe) rolled 15 [Strength:10]

[21:32] Nicci Ordo fell backward, winded briefly, used her jetpack to give her the boost she needed to get to her feet and continued the ferocity of her attack by stabbing both swords downward, aiming at his upper legs while trying to avoid the polearm he wielded so expertly.

[21:32] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Nicci Ordo(Suraya Scribe) rolled 13 [Strength:10]

[21:33] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Diocletian(UnlivedPhalanx McMahon) rolled 14 [Strength:10]

[21:33] Mand'alor (theminion) stood at the edge as he'd just entered Onderon. It was close enough to his point of interest that he could frequent it and learn the people he needed to. And now, in the center of the city, the product of his designs showed itself. And as an artist examined his work afterwards or an architect examined their final product; so too did he. With disdain. Perhaps now, as he stood, an d watched himself being the instrument in dividing a Clan, he despised what he'd done. A frown etched into his face under his helmet as deep as the canyons on many worlds. After a few moments he'd click his commlink on towards Jekai, and Jekai alone. "I caused this rift. Out of rage. Out of anger. And it sent echoes, Jekai. It rippled through this, made issues between us. What do I do?"

[21:37] Jorval Ordo managed to avoid the blades once again, though by the skin of his teeth. They grazed the lining over his unprotected thighs as he slid back, even slicing through the fabric despite leaving the skin intact. Immediately he retaliated with the sharpened ends of his lance - aiming a thrust into her exposed inner thigh. The shock carried with it too, would be a factor.

[21:37] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Diocletian(UnlivedPhalanx McMahon) rolled 23 [Strength:10]

[21:37] Jekai Kryze made his way to the duel. It was worth watching. He loved combat. His comlink chirped in his helmet and he fiddled for a moment, looking for the accept button on his hud. "Accept.", he states. "No...no don't call the receptionist. ACCEPT.", he says. The comlink picks up. His vox would turn off, and all further comms would be in IMs. He marvels at the fight and enjoys himself.

[21:41] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Nicci Ordo(Suraya Scribe) rolled 18 [Strength:10]

[21:44] Nicci Ordo's growled as his lance was thrust into her inner thigh, making her teeth tingle as the electric current washed over her entire body, leaving a dizzying effect.  Shaking herself, she spun her blades upward and much like she had done to Cantar, attempted to stab Jorval through the armpit that held the lance.

[21:44] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Nicci Ordo(Suraya Scribe) rolled 29 [Strength:10]

[21:45] Mand'alor (theminion) winced visibly as he spoke on comms before muttering, "Damn butcher,"

[21:46]  B3, Shev's droid floats over to Jekai and looks to him "-EEP-"

[21:50] Jorval Ordo was not fast enough this time - and he would pay for choosing not to put any armor on his arms, whatsoever. The woman's blades impaled his armpit, cleaving through the flesh and shooting out from the top of his shoulder. Blood sprayed violently in all directions, spattering over both combatants whilst Jorval let out a roar of pain. It pushed him toward rage - rage was good. The sheer pain caused him to drop his weapon, but his other arm  was still free. He would try to ram his armored forearm directly into her visor - as hard as he could - to create the distance he so desperately needed.

[21:50] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Diocletian(UnlivedPhalanx McMahon) rolled 26 [Strength:10]

[21:50] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Nicci Ordo(Suraya Scribe) rolled 25 [Strength:10]

[21:51] R. Ward (bentley.blackmountain) grips the vibroaxe resting idly on his shoulder. He hadn't expected to find two mandalorians fighting... in fact it had been a long time since he had been around the beskar-clad warrior people in a long time. He knew the implications of what this duel meant in terms of the combatants personal honour, but also what was at stake here; the future of a clan. With great interest, he watches the exchange of blades. So far, it seems, this was still anyone's fight.

[21:53] Nicci Ordo's poor taped up visor got broken apart, easily really. Cantar had already done the damage to it and she had not had the time to make proper repairs, and was now paying for it.  Glass scattered all over the duracrete around them.  Growling, more at irritation of herself for not getting it fixed, she took the other blade and slammed it down on his right shoulder, trying to sever the arm completely.

[21:53] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Nicci Ordo(Suraya Scribe) rolled 28 [Strength:10]

[21:54] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Diocletian(UnlivedPhalanx McMahon) rolled 28 [Strength:10]

[21:54] Jekai Kryze cheers as the two fight. "Hell yeah! Give her another hit Jorval! Kick his ass Nicci!", he declares. The springy fighter pilot jumps up and down a couple times and swings a fist at an imaginary foe.

[21:55] Mand'alor (theminion) grunted audibly as he heard a visor crack and glass splinter. His eyes moved back and forth. Part of him worried incessantly that what he'd done would end in death of a Mandalorian. Jekai's exuberance was met with Cantar's worry. There'd be several loud pops as he fiddled with the holster on his belt. Click. Click. Click. Almost like a nervous habit had surface in the worst moment.

[21:57] Shev'la "Shev" Skirata momentarily noticed Mand'alor fiddling with his holster. He shortly moves to rest his hand on his own weapon and shook his buy'ce

[21:57] Jorval Ordo | The warrior was in a race against time. Blood rushed from his newly-gaping wound, and yet he managed to conjure the will to thrust that very arm forward, his gauntlet acting as a shielf against her blades. They cleaved into the durasteel, digging themselves in and knocking the man down, and so they would be stuck for precious seconds. In that time his other hand scrambled for his lance, taking it, and thrusting it with a roar into her own armpit. The battle of the pits was nigh.

[21:57] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Diocletian(UnlivedPhalanx McMahon) rolled 12 [Strength:10]

[21:58] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Nicci Ordo(Suraya Scribe) rolled 12 [Strength:10]

[21:58] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Jekai Rau(ARC1504 Resident) has reset their character.

[21:58] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Nicci Ordo(Suraya Scribe) rolled 19 [Strength:10]

[21:59] R. Ward (bentley.blackmountain) frowns under his helmet as some the broken visor's glass impacted against his boot.

[22:02] Nicci Ordo was almost flattered someone had mimicked her tactics.  She was also surprised, and only barely managed to getaway from it.  She aimed for the same spot yet again, his right arm, trying to focus on his weak spot, and most of all make him drop that damned weapon that he seemed to be so lethal with.

[22:03] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Nicci Ordo(Suraya Scribe) rolled 22 [Strength:10]

[22:03] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Diocletian(UnlivedPhalanx McMahon) rolled 23 [Strength:10]

[22:04] Mand'alor (theminion) grunted at Shev'la. There was an almost irritated sound to this one, like he was assuming he would draw and fire DURING a duel. Blood seemed to pour everywhere, on the streets, on their armor. At points, it was hard to tell who's it was. Nicci's, or Joval's? Fuck, did he bleed this much when she stuck him? Shit he must have, she'd impaled him in the same way. Or maybe he was already suffering from blood-loss and a concussion and had fuzzed memory. Click, Click, Click. The latch on the holster went, as they danced with lethal weapons and seemingly went to maim one-another.

[22:07] Jekai Kryze nudged Shev. "Did you See that hit?!", he says. "By Ha'rangir's left nut I miss this.", he remarks. The Pilot circles the battle, admiring it. He bites his lip. "Keep your footing! Thats it!", he says, to nobody in particular.

[22:08] Shev'la "Shev" Skirata looks to his previous Mand'alor as he nudged him before resuming his observation of Cantar before looking back to the fight "Lek, it's a fierce battle, Kryze'vod."

[22:08] Jorval Ordo tried to scramble to his feet, but Nicci's barrage was relentless and he struggled. The blades danced at him again, but he rolled out of the way in time and leaving a trail of blood in his wake. His right arm was all but useless, but he rose as fluidly as one would expect of an Ordo and, with his left hand, tried to thrust his lance into her side as hard as he could.

[22:08] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Diocletian(UnlivedPhalanx McMahon) rolled 21 [Strength:10]

[22:08] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Nicci Ordo(Suraya Scribe) rolled 30 [Strength:10]

[22:09] Shev'la "Shev" Skirata He also momentarily determined Cantar was just playing with his holster and sighed to himself, relaxing his hand from his weapon.

[22:10] Nicci Ordo blocked the attack with his left hand, the blade she used as a shield ringing loudly as metal clashed against metal.  Using the one blade to hold the lance at bay, she spun the other around and tried to bring it up into his armpit on the left side, trying her best to weaken both arms from holding the lance, even if his aim seemed not as good with the left.

[22:11] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Nicci Ordo(Suraya Scribe) rolled 21 [Strength:10]

[22:12] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Diocletian(UnlivedPhalanx McMahon) rolled 25 [Strength:10]

[22:15] Jorval Ordo managed to step back as the blades pounced once again. He knew he couldn't afford another brush with them - one hit literally impaled his shoulder and rendered it useless, the second could be fatal. Failing in confidence of his left hand than he would have with the right he opted for a bolder maneuver: A charge. He ran forward, reclined his head, and tried to ram a Keldabe kiss directly into the exposed features beneath her broken visor.

[22:15] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Diocletian(UnlivedPhalanx McMahon) rolled 27 [Strength:10]

[22:15] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Nicci Ordo(Suraya Scribe) rolled 13 [Strength:10]

[22:17] Jekai Kryze Cheered. "Another hit by big bull Ordo! You got this Nicci! Give him the what for!", he announces to both sides, offering encouragement.

[22:18] Nicci Ordo stumbled backward, shaking herself.  Damnit, why does everybody always end up taking her down with some kind of knockout. In her stupor all she heard was jekai's stupid voice cheering them on like this was some kind of huttball game.  Mental note to punch him later.  She spun her blade around, and attempted to penetrate the man's ribs.

[22:19] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Nicci Ordo(Suraya Scribe) rolled 13 [Strength:10]

[22:20] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Diocletian(UnlivedPhalanx McMahon) rolled 14 [Strength:10]

[22:23] Jorval Ordo managed to step to the side and adding another step to create even more distance between them. This created momentum for his next attack: Another charge. He conjured whatever strength he could to bring his right hand to his lance, keeping it in both hands to maintain stability, and running forward before attempting to drive it into her abdomen yet again.

[22:23] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Diocletian(UnlivedPhalanx McMahon) rolled 20 [Strength:10]

[22:25] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Nicci Ordo(Suraya Scribe) rolled 12 [Strength:10]

[22:25] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Nicci Ordo(Suraya Scribe) rolled 21 [Strength:10]

[22:28] Nicci Ordo twisted her body around to avoid the blow of the lance to her abdomen, bringing her arm up until her blade was lifted high, which she again tried to bring down forcefully on his right shoulder, still dizzy from his blow to the head from before, and somewhat forgetting she should probably be trying to take out the left arm now instead of the right.  She was just swinging now.

[22:28] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Nicci Ordo(Suraya Scribe) rolled 30 [Strength:10]

[22:32] Jorval Ordo | The blade hit its mark yet again, and this time it was catastrophic. The force behind the blade cleaved into the already-battered arm with relative ease. In a mere second, everything from the bicep and down was severed, and fell to the ground with the bloodspray that followed. another pained howl followed. Jorval's vision went red. He needed to do something now, before he passed out. His visor fixated on his opponent, dropped his weapon, and rushed forward, recoiling his left first before hurling it forward at her face with such force, it would perhaps draw the attention of Har'angir himself. All the while he roared in a mix of pain and rage as the floor grew slippery with his blood.

[22:33] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Diocletian(UnlivedPhalanx McMahon) rolled 14 [Strength:10]

[22:33] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Nicci Ordo(Suraya Scribe) rolled 30 [Strength:10]

[22:34] Jekai Kryze "IBAC DALYC!!", he declares, at Nicci's hit, albeit with a bit of a cringe at the bloodshed. "Give it everything you've got!", he states, cheering them both on still.

[22:36] Nicci Ordo was taken aback that he had THAT much strength in him after cutting his arm off.  He knocked her helmet clean off her head, leaving her face exposed but not doing much damage otherwise.  She swiped her bloodied blade downward at his kneecap, now trying to get him off his feet.

[22:36] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Nicci Ordo(Suraya Scribe) rolled 19 [Strength:10]

[22:37] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Diocletian(UnlivedPhalanx McMahon) rolled 25 [Strength:10]

[22:37] Mand'alor (theminion) knelt, and gripped the hand as he hoisted it and began checking the end of the muscles. Cut was fairly clean. "Shev. Go send your droid to get ice," he'd off as he started cleaning the end of it off again,"

[22:39] Shev'la "Shev" Skirata nods, moving his hand over "B3, get a cooler." "-EEP?-" "Kriff..." He tossed the droid some credit chits. "Just buy one from a store or something and make it fast." "-EEP-" the droid flew off to the nearest store.

[22:39] Mand'alor (theminion) shifted the arm around a bit before abruptly passing it to Jekai, partially to see what he'd do.

[22:40] Jekai Kryze didn't stop. He put it under his arm and kept circling. He'd give it back to Jorval when it was done. Aint no time to stop this rage train!

[22:40] Mand'alor (theminion) was disappointed. Jekai did not play arm hot-potato with him.

[22:41] Jorval Ordo was in the midst of a bloodrage at this point. He didn't care where the blade swung, or that his fist missed. He merely charged forward again while bellowing unintelligible war cries. This was what an Ordo berserker looked like. The blades cleaved themselves against his chestplate rather than than the legs as they were intended. There was no finesse in this, he merely raised his leg again for a spartiate kick, but instead tried to ram his boot into her face.

[22:42] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Diocletian(UnlivedPhalanx McMahon) rolled 17 [Strength:10]

[22:42] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Nicci Ordo(Suraya Scribe) rolled 20 [Strength:10]

[22:44]  B3 takes a cooler from the shelf and moves to check out... until someone spotted the droid and assumed he was shop lifting "HEY!" Shouted a shop keeper nearby. "-EEP!-" The droid dropped the cash and the cooler and flew off.

[22:44]  Meanwhile at Space-Mart****

[22:46] Nicci Ordo was kicked in the chest instead as his leg missed it's mark, her armor taking the full force of the blow which only caused her to stumble back a bit.  She licked her lips, living for fights like these, and it had been a while since she had had one this delicious.  She wiped the blood from her nose before charging him again, this time using her elbow to smash into his visor as hard as she possibly could.  Might as well send him to the repair shop as well with her own poor buy'ce.

[22:46] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Nicci Ordo(Suraya Scribe) rolled 30 [Strength:10]

[22:51] Jorval Ordo was too slow. He was growing weaker, and it showed. The woman's elbow rammed itself directly into his visor, smashing the glass and leaving his helmet in the same state as her's and himself stumbling back with a snarl. His existing hand reached toward it and ripped the helmet from his head, smashing it into the ground to finish it off before charging again. He had taken significant punishment and yet he still fought in the same state of passion as he started. Ordos lived for this bloodletting and it showed. He would bring his boot forward again, this time to her knee in an attempt to kick it in. With enough power, he could potentially break her knee and put her on the ground permanently .

[22:51] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Diocletian(UnlivedPhalanx McMahon) rolled 21 [Strength:10]

[22:51] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Nicci Ordo(Suraya Scribe) rolled 24 [Strength:10]

[22:53] Jekai Kryze clapped, his right hand slapping Jorval's hand. "Keep it up! Doing great!"

[22:57] Nicci Ordo brought her blade down to block the foot that tried to break her knee, deflecting said foot away as she got clear of it.  He looked a lot different than he had before.  Older.  Redheads did not age that much so she found it a bit shocking, like a child that had grown up on her.  Memories of her training him as a young kid crept into her mind, but she brushed them away to keep focused on the battle, but deep down this was a proud moment for her, fighting him like this.  She balled up her fist and through her weight into her shoulder as she attempted to sock him in the jaw.

[22:57] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Nicci Ordo(Suraya Scribe) rolled 20 [Strength:10]

[22:58] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Diocletian(UnlivedPhalanx McMahon) rolled 19 [Strength:10]

[23:01] Kaepiv Raed Ordo was, indeed, socked in the jaw. It had almost broken had he not rolled with it. His head was jolted by the punch, and blood trickled from his lips. Yet even then he did not falter. He had at least one more good hit in him, and he traded blows - the fame left fist was launched at her, also aiming at the jaw. This became a good old fashioned brawl. Regardless of the outcome, the dark-haired berserker was happy to have fought it. He wanted the challenge, and he got it.

[23:01] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Diocletian(UnlivedPhalanx McMahon) rolled 14 [Strength:10]

[23:01] Jekai Kryze Stopped clapping, and placed the arm in the ice box. It would remain there. "Don't touch that please.", he says to Cantar. He called up a medical droid team to have the victor and defeated both ready to accept medical attention. He still offered cheers and support as he did so. "Have at it! One final effort!"

[23:03]  The droid somehow had made it back with the ice box, despite the dramatic episode with the shop employee. "-EEP-" Shev looks to the droid "The hell?"

[23:04] Mand'alor (theminion) crossed his arms. He'd look at the two of them. "Cleaning droids'll be busy," he'd chide as he kept popping that safety latch on his holster off and on. Click. Click. Click.

[23:06] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Nicci Ordo(Suraya Scribe) rolled 12 [Strength:10]

[23:08] R. Ward (bentley.blackmountain) lets the end of his vibroaxe hit the ground with a smack. It seems like his excitement got the better of him, though who could blame him with a fight like this? Leaning his weight against it, he examines the damage done to the two fighters. Let it never be said that mandalorians were not a deadly folk.

[23:12] Nicci Ordo wasn't exactly hit in the jaw as he intended, it was worse.  She was clocked on the side of the head, which she had already taken a blow to earlier.  Her vision darkened, and she stood swaying there for what felt like a full minute, but was actually only a few seconds.  She stumbled back a bit, and looked at him, definitely having completely forgotten basic when she muttered, "Meh gar cuyir slanar at goorar cuun ha'yr lo irud be Kyr'tsad gupu sto, narir a nidta o'r ner kovid." she said, before she fell backwards, hitting her head further on the duracrete and being knocked out cold.  No stims were going to wake her up this time.

[23:13] Lady Kesmas Dreamwalker  (marajade420 Resident) OOC: trying to rez in

[23:15] R. Ward (bentley.blackmountain) re-shoulders his vibro-axe. With the woman down, he had seen enough. The fight was over and both warriors had retained their honour. Ordo, it seems, would once again be under the guidance of Jorval. He turns to make his way out of the city and back to the unknown.

[23:15] Kaepiv Raed Ordo watched as Nicci fell, her last words weighed heavily on him. Blood continued to sput from the stub as the shaken and battered warrior slowly picked up his lance, looking toward the supposed Mandalore, and raising it toward him through shakes, "You.." He uttered, the hatred in his tone bleeding through as much as his wounds. It would be the last word from him as he finally succumbed. He fell down toward his side, on his worthy opponent. The two were an unconscious pile now.

[cinvhetinordo]

Mand’alor Claim Challenge

[17:37] Cassus Ordo walks into the room and looks to the group inside.

[17:38] Cantar, Son of Ori stood, where he'd stood for what feels like the third day in a row. His face was better patched, and he felt like he was running on stimulants and bacta. But he was running. Half on his feet, half off of it. Closing his eyes for a moment as he heard footsteps coming, he'd unbuckle most of his weapons. THis was not a fight he would enter with his entire field kit. Reaching onto his back, he'd pull out the tactical spear his father had passed to him. He'd worked on it some himself, and after a moment there'd be several loud snaps as he put it into place and kicked on the vibration piece and the small cutting edge of it. Much more modern then the axe he'd carried around prior. Allowing the voulge-esque bevi'ragiir to rest in his hands, he'd squeeze it tightly. 'One more night at the Opera,' he'd remind himself. 'One Last Day at the Races. Defeat Nicci be Ordo. Save your people. Or die, and make them proud either way.' When the door opened his head swung. Waiting.

[17:43] Nicci Ordo's heavy boot steps echoed on the floor through the room and came to a stop before her target.  Studying him, and his weaponry, she didn't say anything, she just casually took off the massive Ordo Repeater on her back, as well as her other blasters.  She unsheathed her two blades.  A gift, as were many of her weapons, from the now deceased Mandalore the Reclaimer.  She stood there and waited for him to make the first move, an honor she granted him, for his victory in his last battle.

[17:48] Cantar, Son of Ori acknowledged the honor with a salute. The tip of his blade was raised as his father had taught him, to salute the gods and the Ancestors. When he whipped it back down, it smacked the floor and left a black gash in it. That was his gift to her, the honor he showed for her showing him what she did. An indication of what was to come. Two Blades, he noted. LIkely an aggressive fighter. One based on speed and power that moved quickly and rapidly. That, he could truly get behind. But he was not going to, today. Aggression had bled him twice in the last two. It did not work with Jekai Kryze, the prior M and'alor. And it had barely worked with his brother and victory came with him through tactical movements and working his opponent. She was a n unknown variable who bore her story like a canvas bore a painting. Truly, a beauty to behold. He went forward, leading with a feint. The tip of his blade lunged forward, before he'd snap it back aiming to clip her in the left knee with the tip of it to limit her [17:48] Cantar, Son of Ori: mobility.

[17:57] Nicci Ordo took the spear to the knee.  She wasn't sure but she had heard from somewhere that this could be how adventures end. Her armor managed to prevent serious damage but it still cut her pretty good before she twisted her blades and attempted to strike in an upward direction straight into Cantar's armpit of his outstretched spear arm.  She did not do nearly as much thinking as he during battle.  She just...did things.

[18:01] Cantar, Son of Ori wound up with a blade lodged in that arm-pit. There it stuck, into the armor-weave and the arm itself. He'd overstretched, made an opening he shouldn't have. When her arm came up though, he'd wrap his own around her elbow and roll backwards. The pit had been drained of the slag, it being moved into a holding tank below. It was now sand. Knee-deep sand. When he pressed his feet into her, he'd attempt to hook the bottom of his spear upwards and clip her in the chin with the large Phrik nub that comprised the base of his weapon. It wouldn't do much other then maybe jar her head backwards, but on a landing it could hurt.

[18:05] Nicci Ordo used her other blade as a shield. hooking the spear in the slit that was in the middle of the blade and using it to cast the spear tip away from her head so it would miss.  Snarling she brutally pulled the blade free of his armpit and aimed lower, attempting to jut the sword between his rips to the side of his chestplate.

[18:08] Cantar, Son of Ori twisted with the woman as they sat there, in a deadly dance and embrace. The blade skittered across metal plating, casting sparks and paint as it chipped away and revealed the bare metal beneath. But it held, and he was not skewered. The large man then did what he knew to do in such an event. He'd grunt as he attempted to twist with blade she'd wrapped up around his weapon, in order to perhaps break her wrist when he hyper-extended it to disengage. It would possibly result in one less issue to deal with. And a broken wrist is never fun.

[18:11] Nicci Ordo growled, and jerked the weapon free with all her might to resist the twisting he gave it, untangling it from the spear and spinning the same weapon around in an attempt to impale his OTHER armpit.  She liked armpits, less armor.  After all you cannot move your arm if your pit is armored, right?

[18:12] Cayce Urriah wanders in, picking her teeth with a small shard of plasteel, idly humming to herself, when the sound of battle echoes out and she raises a brow, wandering further in, "Oh. This is happening now, eh?"

[18:12] Cassus Ordo looks to Cayce "She challenged him for the title. I'm just here to watch."

[18:14] Cantar, Son of Ori wound up stabbed in both armpits as she spun. There was indeed a lot of blood. He'd roll to disengaged. Pulling back, he'd brace on the end of his weapon, looking her over. He'd knicked her, and she'd knicked him twice. At this current rate, it would not work very well. Hoisting his weapon in one hand he'd charge forward before attempting to slide on the ground, rotate and pivot on the reinforced weapon's shaft, and kick her in the leg he'd cut earlier. Knees were always fun too. THe armpit of the lg.

[18:18] Nicci Ordo aimed her blade down.  They were just as much shield as they were sword.  Again her blade interlocked with the spear, it slid nicely in the crevice between the metal, hooked, she turned the spear harmlessly aside once more.  Now fully in the pleasurable grip of the battle, adrenaline pumping with elation and alertness, she spun the blade downward, taking a stab at his own knee which he had left exposed in his slide toward her.

[18:22] Cantar, Son of Ori was knee-caught. One good leg left, out of four appendiges. After a moment there was an exhale as he kept sliding and braced. A smear of blood left on the tiles as he did so. The spear was wrenched free of his hands and he found himself exhaling as his eyes snapped shut for a moment and he impacted the wall of the pit. 'Is this where I die, Father?' he asked the apparition of a man looking over at him. An older him, with pointed ears denoting his race and a disapproving look. 'On my knees, defeated by another? I was lucky to have Jekai's support afterwards. I cannot count on hers. If I die, it is a glorious death. Will this be it?' he'd ask before his eyes came back open from the moment they were closed. Standing slowly, he'd hunch himself on that good leg, the only weapons he had left were his hands and his wits. And frankly put, the spear was not working versus the swords. It lay across the floor as he looked at Nicci, squaring up and exhaling. A foundation was after all, af oundation. Feet went [18:22] Cantar, Son of Ori: forward, before he could force the other knee to work when it should have been and he launched himself at her and swung that bracer towards her head in a looping spin, aiming to clock her hard enough to stagger her backwards and give himself the forward momentum he needed to put her on the defensive for a change.

[18:27] Nicci Ordo was indeed clocked, but her phrik helmet merely absorbed, and she felt little more than the somewhat hard thud of a vibration, which did little to move her from her current position.  During his launch at her and as his arm lifted she roared ferally...and spun both blades downwards aimed towards his thighs just where his leg armor ended.

[18:32] Cantar, Son of Ori her arms were down now, the blades down with them. A cruel twist of fate, perhaps. One she herself had set in motion by wounding one. He did not care of injury on the other, the blade carved clear into suit and flesh. The knee was already useless, what more would blood and pain be? Pain; an old friend. Sister to loss. What his brother used against him. As the ornate blade embedded in his bad leg, the other was met by twisted metal. Her roar was not met with sounds similar. It was a sucking of air, followed by an almost happy chortle or laugh. This; this was what Jekai had given him. VIctory of death. What his brother had given him; Victory or death. And this woman, who swung her weapons down and impaled him; she would give him the most glorious of death. Killed, by a woman who epitomized a Mandalorian. The envy of his father would be known. But not right now; Right now Hod Ha'ran demanded more. More fighitng for his amusement, and the satiation of his brother, Kad Ha'rangir. Chaos. Fighting. All of these [18:32] Cantar, Son of Ori: things were paramount and displayed perfectly in balance. As she impaled him, he'd grab her by her shoulders as he let out that sickly chortle. His throat still bothered him, and the impact had ripped a stitch open. There was a wet sound to it, now. His hands shifted. Sure, her helmet was solid. BUt her brain was an object in motion. Rearing his head back, his hands gripped the pieces attached to her helmet as he brought the crown of his forward to meet hers as hard as he simply could. 'No fancy maneuvers now'.

[18:37] Nicci Ordo stumbled backwards several steps, not expecting him to have that much momentum with that much blood loss.  Minorly impressed now she ignited her jetpack, reclosing the distance he had knocked between them more quickly and attempted to deal what had been dealt, her hard phrik helmet smashing into his with all her might.

[18:38] Cassus Ordo reaches upward to remove his own buy'ce, clipping it to his belt as he continued to observe the battle.

[18:39] Cayce Urriah seems to be fidgeting intensely-- playing with a clicky gadget in one hand while she idly picks at her teeth.. but her eyes and attention are focused solely on the fighters.

[18:41] Cantar, Son of Ori BAP. The sound echoed in the halls. Staggering back, he'd suck air for a moment. But he did not fall down. HIs brother may have stripped his name yesterday, but he was still Cantar. He was the son of Ori, a man who made metal sing. As he wobbled, he'd start the blood-drunk chortle again. There was a crack in his visor now. She could see underneath where the eye was missing from Kryze. He'd bled that day for his honor. Today he would do so again. There was no jetpack. It was weight. Weight he would not need. A clip popped on his chest with his fingers at it as they clattered to the ground. Twenty-Five pounds a tube were gone now. The Bleeding Beserker Soldiered forward, his bad leg dragging behind him. He chortled still, perhaps to keep himself able to bleed. There was blood now, seeping into the cloth where his neck was. Some dripping from beneath the helmet. And something could be heard, deep within the gurgles. "Buir," he whispered, through that slit throat as he moved forward for Nicci again. "Ni [18:41] Cantar, Son of Ori: cuyir olaror. Liser gar susulur ni?" he called out to something not in the room. He expected the blades. Of those he did not care anymore. She would impale, poke, and derive his body still. And eventually, it would give out. But forward he lashed, aiming a body-shot at the armor weave beneath her chest-plate. Kidneys this time.

[18:49] Nicci Ordo just grunted, rolling her eyes a little, "Er ne'johaa, gar ru uhyih kyrayc su." she replied to him, crossing both blades and effectively blocking the body shot he attempted under her armor.  She spun the blades around and attempted to smash the butt end of the sword through his visor.

[18:51] Cantar, Son of Ori didn't hear her. Perhaps it was the tinnitus, from the unhelmeted firing of a Westar M-5. Perhaps it was the blood loss. Either way, when her weapons hit his helmet, they met. Unblocked. Unavoided. The crack developed, and she was given the battered side of his face as glass went forward. He'd rear his head back again and headbutt her this time with more vigor and zeal.

[18:53] Nicci Ordo winced as her face was cut by the shards of glass from his helmet as her own visor was cracked open, leaving a hole for it to get through.  Licking the blood that ran down her cheek and onto her lips she used the close quarters to again attempt to sink her blade into his ribs.

[18:58] Cantar, Son of Ori he could hear it, just off in the distance. His mothers humming as she sharpened a blade. His father's hammer impacting metal. The door was just on the other side of Nicci. "Bic b cuyir a munit tuur. Ray'ture. Ku'ayr. Ni ba'slanar tion'tuur gar slanar at Munit Taabir. Ba'slanar at mar'eyir nii. Mar'eyir naak. An Ni mar'eyir cuyir a'den." the blades fouled up next to his ribs, clip ping the LBE he was wearing. It'd come off, almost effortlessly against the sharpened metal. Swinging his foot forward, the half-gone man would attempt to hook the one good leg he had left on him right now at her ankle and simply fall into her. TO the ground it was.

[19:01] Nicci Ordo landed with a heavy clank as she was taken to the ground by the now delirious Mandalorian.  Grunting, now her blades only got in the way and she tossed them aside, wrapping her heavily armored arms around the big man's neck and attempting to choke him out.

[19:03] Cantar, Son of Ori her hands? They found the neck. it wasn't hard. But it was wet. Slippery. She could feel the blood oozing out of the wound. It dripped onto her gauntlets as he gurked. His hands reached up, and would wrap around her wrists. He'd seek to bend them backwards, pop the bones out of place. Remove them from his person, so to speak. If he did, he'd straddle the woman. In the end, he'd unleash a torrent of blows until she submitted or until he broke his hands. Whichever came first. He released them in a fury that came with rhythm. Purpose.  Like ringing metal with a hammer.

[19:10] Nicci Ordo's helmet was knocked right off her head with the repeated blows, the seal having been broken it rolled to the side.  Sharded glass from both broken visors being punched into her face, and subsequently his hands, and eventually blow after blow, caused her to lose consciousness entirely.

[19:15] Cantar, Son of Ori wound up with his own helmet off as well. The thrashing, her hands, and the way they were rolling aided in that. The one-eyed slit-throat Mandalorian leaned back, straddling that woman who until now he could properly look at. His face was cut from the glass, same as hers. His lip formed into a snarl, a line flowing up to the corner of his cheek. His hands? They were nearly destroyed. Shards of glass and impacts onto metal. As his pulse slowed and he calmed down from the adrenaline high, all was still for several moments. His hand was raised up, poised as he held it back aiming to drive it into her face. His pale skin and crimson hair dangerously thrown to the side from the exertion. Breathing ragged. The animal had clawed it's way to the surface as he beat her down. And as he shoved it back where it belonged he found a new-found sense of respect for the woman who drug it out of him. His hands rested on his belt as he removed himself from her, laying on his back. "Fuck." he'd state, simply, his lungs [19:15] Cantar, Son of Ori: heaving. He'd kick the woman he bludgeoned with his foot. "Up. Pledge." as he held his hands up.

[19:17] Cayce Urriah watches Nicci go down, and spits out the shard of plasteel she was using as a toothpick, stepping forwards. She shifts the clicky thing into her left hand, and looks up to Cantar, eyes on his visor slit, "Hail, Mand'alor. I recognize you, brightest sun in the Mandalore sector. Leader, with mystery and mastery. Kad Ha'rangir smiles upon you." Hearing his words to Nicci, she looks down towards her and flips the 'clicky' thing and presses on the end, drawing out the needle of a stim, she'd bring it to the woman's throat and JAM it in abruptly-- filling the woman with a shot of adrenaline and some other sort of medical stabilization cocktail.

[19:20] Cassus Ordo crosses his arms as he observes the two. He awaits Nicci's response before saying anything.

[19:21] Nicci Ordo sat up abruptly the moment she was pumped full of the stim, snarling as she'd rip the syringe from her neck and throw it across the room, shattering it on the other end of the wall.  She had heard none of what Cantar said, because unconscious.  She shook her head groggily, and stood up before him.  Die standing afterall.  "The final blow of my life is yours to take, Mand'alor."  though it was probably a good indication she recognized him as Mand'alor if defeated.  In her code, that is just what you did.

[19:25] Fah (theminion): 56/me stated, "You don't get to die," he'd state, standing slowly, "You have a responsibility to your people. To me. Jorval was the Alor of Clan Ordo. He did not show. You did. Pledge Ordo as Alor, as a woman of unquestionable honor and strength," he'd extend his hand towards her. "Your helmet. You'll need a new one. There's a decent forge on ANteevy. It appears I will as well," looking at Cayce he'd offer, "Lek," simply and would look back.

[cinvhetinordo]

Ordo

[11:16] Jekai Rau descended onto the Dxun fortification, and alighted with an armored boot in the soft grass. The Mand'alor would adjust his gauntlet, and make his way towards the bunker where Nicci Ordo frequently resided. The man would state his business with the nearby guards, and wait for her outside.

[11:19] Nicci Ordo had been repairing the communications array when she had seen the blip on the scanners showing an incoming vessel.  Identifying it as mandalorian, she shut down the orbital cannons to allow it to pass.  Once her guards informed her of the visitor, she set down her tools and walked outside to meet him.  "Su cuy'gar," she greeted, in her usual emotionless tone.

[11:24] Jekai Rau nodded to her. "Su'cuy, Ver'alor be aliit Ordo.", he says. For the sake of brevity, his author would type in English, but the posting would remain ICly in Mandalorian, since some words do not translate over and it's slightly annoying him. "I beat the prior Mand'alor in combat, and am going around to garner the support of the clans. I would like your pledge, or a date in which you can honor duel me to the death, at your nearest convenience of course.", he says. "I do appreciate your time, and know that things are busy here.", the man remarks.

[11:24] Jekai Rau adds. "Naturally, I would ask Jorval, but he seems unavailable. Until I can, you are the next point of contact." [11:32] Nicci Ordo raised an eyebrow.  She didn't even know who the last Mand'alor was. She was having trouble keeping track of them all.  Times had certainly changed since the era of The Reclaimer.  She too replied in mandalorian, "I will hear your petition of support.  A duel to the death may not be necessary.  Care to join me in the bar for a mug of netra'gal while we discuss this...development?"

[11:37] Jekai Rau gave a nod. He removed his helmet, and placed it under his arm. The Mandalorian would walk with her in the direction of the bar, as soon as she turned, allowing her to lead the way. He ran a hand through his hair, wiping off a bit of sweat from the humid air.

[11:40] Nicci Ordo nodded.  She did not immediately remove her helmet.  It was always raining on this moon.  Always.  Though particles and lag made it annoying to actually put rain here, the dense foggy mist windlight was supposed to at least make it seem like it was.  She didn't want to get the inside of her armor wet and have her shoes squish for the rest of the day so she waited until they arrived before removing.  "You look...paler than I remember...I think,"she commented on the way down. [11:47] Jekai Rau nodded. "A lot of my time is spent in the armor, and very little time out of it.", he says. Dark circles run under his eyes, with a small amount of crows feet just beginning to adorn the corner of them. He appeared relatively young, moreso having risen through the ranks of out surviving so many others. His voice was hallow, without much emotion in it. Strangely, he'd been lucky enough to avoid many circumstances that would grant him scars. His appearance was, otherwise, decently maintained and clean. The rain, as it was, left the top of his sealed undersuit a bit wet, but otherwise no worse for wear. The Mand'alor would place his helmet on the bar. "Bad time to tell you I don't drink, isn't it. Water for me."

[11:52] Nicci Ordo snorted at the very idea of a mandalorian not drinking, but didn't bother to question it.  "Lucky for you, water is something we have in abundance on this moon." she replied.  She went behind the bar, pulling a heavy lid off a barrel with purified rainwater inside.  Grabbing a ladle she dipped several scoops of water into a pewter mug.  "Do you want ice and lemon like the aruteii drink it?" she chuckled.  While she awaited an answer she filled the same sort of pewter mug with netra'gal for herself, until it reached a foamy head. [11:57] Jekai Rau shook his head. "No. It'll be fine as is, ma'am.", he replied with a sheepish smile. He'd wait for her to pass it across. "I usually go for apple juice, funnily enough.", he only half jokes. The Mand'alor takes a seat, and waits patiently for her to get situated. Most minor social situations had eluded him thus far in his life. The man had joined for the fight, and just happened to live long enough to reach the stations he'd garnered. One may have even mistook him for a common soldier, at first glance, if not for the Jaigs, scratches, and repair welds on his kit. "Has been a while since I've seen you. Can't recall what it was about, but we've met before.", he says.

[12:01] Nicci Ordo smirked at him, sliding the mug of water across the bar and going back around it.  She straddled one of the barstools and sat, leaning over the bar briefly to retrieve her own mug.  The most minor social situations had also eluded her.  Probably in the opposite way.  She was often way too harsh and never thought she was being that way.  She took a long deep gulp of the black ale before she replied.  "I do not remember either.  Was probably one of the many times you proclaimed me Kyr'tsad or said I do not do anything.  Which...brings me to your petition of acknowledgment as Mand'alor.  Why do you even want such a title when it has brought only death to those before you?  What makes you more worthy?" she asked.

[12:10] Jekai Rau drank his water. "Well. I've never proclaimed anyone anything, and have mostly minded my own business. You likely should have rallied to the last Mand'alor, but that news likely passed over a remote place like this.", he says. He regards the water for a moment. "I may not look like much, but I've killed inquisitors on my own, the Imperial Viceroy, the last Death Watch Overlord, and the Mand'alor. I was head of the protectors for around a year, in which I oversaw the reconstruction of Mandalore's infrastructure following the phobis incident.", he replies. "The Jaigs are for making double ace over Jekallia, as well as several men I killed at a time with my spade shovel.", he adds. "That's not to ego. That's because you asked. Usually it never comes up. As for why? People are directionless. Activity is picking up near Chandrilla. When the Republic gets moving, the Sith do too. We'll find ourselves in a war soon enough, and I want to keep a technological edge on our enemies, as well as keep our forces honed."

[12:10] Jekai Rau  he replies. "It's not a petition. I've garnered the position already. The rest is assuring the other clans fall in line, politely of course. I'm no bully. I like to carry myself in a professional manner if at all possible.", the Mand'alor says, finally. [12:18] Nicci Ordo shrugged, "There have been so many of them, by the time there is news of a new one reaching me, he is dead already.  Usually.  And yes, I did ask.  It is important to ask is it not?  Rather than just immediately challenging you to the death and prejudging you as unworthy, I'd like to think the wise route is to look at your accomplishments and what you can do for the clans and decide from there.  And it is a petition.  It is a petition for support from my clan of your position.  I have not...seen...our Alor for some time.  I am not even sure if he carries interest in ever returning.  So I must make a decision that I think is right, and one that carries the ideals of our clan.  Your accomplishments seem straight forward enough, and we are most certainly directionless.  What's more, we are diminished.  We need a Mand'alor who cares enough to strengthen us once more.  We face extinction now, as ancient prophesies foretold, whether you believe in such things or not, my clan will never forget it.  There is [12:18] Nicci Ordo  something I need from you in order to throw in Ordo's support.  And that is to respect the fact that we support the old ways of the warrior.  One is not Kyr'tsad unless they proclaim themselves such.  Our Alor was...young and...felt backed into a corner by certain mandalorians about his beliefs.  He bowed to pressure to join the Kyr'tsad.  I have since brought the clan away from that, and he has not protested.  I do not want to feel backed into that corner ever again simply because we believe Mandalorians are destined for something greater than bounty hunting." [12:24] Jekai Rau thought on this a moment, before he spoke. "I accept the need for you to expand, and to conquer.", he replies. "I accept that others may be taken, by force, to join your ranks, as that is the way most Mandalorian clans grew in the past. The only exception I will not make is the killing of unarmed individuals, which you would see as dishonorable anyway--and the enslavement of individuals for manual labor that yields them no chance of progressing to your status.", he says. "If you can agree to those conditions in return, we will have found common ground to continue operations in conjunction with our people." [12:27] Jekai Rau added. "Slade Kryze was also the overlord of the Death Watch, which your alor followed, and he managed to take the position as Mand'alor following the rightful clan system. I'd like to add that before his death, he disbanded the Kyr'tsad. Jorval followed Kryze. I killed Kryze. By Jorval's own code, he'd be following me." [12:31] Nicci Ordo scowled, "As I said, I am not and never have been Kyr'tsad.  I have not and will never fight the unarmed.  I never approved of Jorval doing such.  I do not even approve of taking others by force to join our ranks.  To be Ordo one must have a passion and drive like no other.  Taking one by force carries no benefit to this clan and none of the traits we seek in our warriors.  Myself, and my clan, simply wish to see Mandalorian people grow strong again.  To be once again a force that people fear angering.  We simply wish to be the warrior culture we always were, but with the honor code that has always made our people Mandalorian.  Jorval led the clan with that nonsense.  He defeated me in combat at the time, so I conceded to following him.  However it became clear to me the more I spoke with him that he did not really wish to be kyr'tsad.  He was merely going along with Slade.  As I said, pressure.  He was always called Kyr'tsad by other mandalorians so I can see why he would just say kriff it and be what [12:31] Nicci Ordo  everyone accused him off.  He is not around now, and that is not the way I wish for the clan to be any longer.  I will follow you.  And if ner Alor has a problem with it when he returns...well then he can just fight me again."

[12:34] Jekai Rau drank a sip of his water, before responding. "I appreciate your support and understanding. I trust that you'll lead Ordo with honor in his absence. Should he worry that I'll persecute him, the war is over. We all won. Defining us from this point onwards is what matters most.", he replies. The Mand'alor stands to his feet, and offers Nicci a warriors embrace at the forearm.

[13:04] Jekai Rau , with that, would depart. Not long after, they would see his fang fighter- 'Two for Flinching' kicking off into orbit.

[cinvhetinordo]

Di’kut

[13:44] James Miri Fah (theminion) grunted loudly as he pulled himself over the ledge and onto the ship. He was still in a great deal of pain, and there was this matter about the bandage thing. Ripping off a few bacta patches, he'd chuck them into the wind that accompanied a small canyon as he sat down on one of the jump seats. He was...well.. Semi-exhausted. It showed in the lung that was still healing and causing him to wheeze almost. "Hey Nicci. Somebody told me you were in here. How's your head?" he'd offer after a moment. "Still hurt?"

[13:48] Nicci Ordo had parts and tools scattered all over the deck.  Loud clanking could be heard as she hammered away at...well something.  Numerous panels were pulled off the ship in her workspace in various places, and nearby her droid was set on the task of welding some pieces back in place.  Flashes of light could be seen flickering through the doorway even though he stood on the other side of it.  "No.  and you can't tell me you trekked all the way from the medbay to ask me if my head still hurt.  Without armor....on Dxun...."

[13:56] James Miri Fah (theminion) offered, "There is nothing on this planet I'm that afraid of Nicci. Is the little thin aruetii guy okay? He was pretty shaken up," After his moment of rest, he'd pull himself back up by a handgrip, before moving over towards her. Leaning on the doorway with one arm he watched her work. IN truth, it made him like her more. "I kind of did. I was worried about you ," He'd offer before smiling. "I consider you my friend and you were hurt. You do know what friends are don't you?" The partially cybernetic man placed a hand on a rail above where she was, shifting his nub into the wall before saying, "Hey if you keep beating on that plate, you're going to crush the harmonic balancer underneath it," as he looked it over. he wasn't wearing Synthiskin, which made him look like a burned, scarred up, and inked up mess. Lines from prior fights, the HE round he took as a padawan, and various bits of metal were visible now. Especially on his face. "If you want, I'm a fair shipwright. I -could- help," [13:57] James Miri Fah (theminion) offered, "And it's not that I came here without armor. Do you know how hard it was to get pants on with one arm? It was absolutely dreadful,"

[14:00] Nicci Ordo grumbled.  She HATED more than anything people watching her work, because then they start doing what he just started to do, which naturally made her want to rip out their tongues and feed them to the cannock.  "No, I am fine," she merely grunted.  "I have been fixing my ship just fine since long before I met you.  What do you mean thin little Aruetii?  What kind of trouble did he get himself into now?  I haven't gotten a report from him until I had to threaten him to remove his camera equipment from spying right into the base..."

[14:05] James Miri Fah (theminion) offered, "I figured they would have told you actually," When she said she was fine he dropped it and moved on. He'd then point his nub at her. "I'm kind of missing an arm. And you're kind of down a Krayt Dragon. He -almost- was eaten. You sent him out in a bad rainstorm on slippery rock cliffs and he slipped. Were it not for my stupid sense of moral right-and wrongs, and that I told him I wouldn't let him get eaten, he'd be dead," He'd reach up, grabbing the makeshift bandage on his arm and tightening it. "Poor guy. I though he'd never stop apologizing,"

[14:08] Nicci Ordo whirled around, "What do you mean I am down a krayt dragon?  -I- did not send him out in anything.  It literally never stops raining on Dxun.  He made the choice to stay here.  -I- wanted him to leave.  He insisted on staying.  If he got eaten by a Krayt that is what we call natural selection for him being a kriffing moron.  I hope you are planning to go clear to Tattooine and get me another Krayt, and compensate me for the time lost in pearl farming with credits.  If not, you and I are about to have a major issue."

[14:11] James Miri Fah (theminion) stared at her like she was mad. "My honor was staked in keeping him alive. I do not -budge- for honor on anybodies dislike of it, not even yours," he didn't appreciate her threats, though. He made that clear next. "IF you're going to vaguely threaten me, there is a ring outside. I may only have one arm, but that sounded like a challenge. I'm not above it," he didn't comment on the dragon. He planned on it anyways, but since she was behind an ass he'd let her mind wonder on it. "It rains harder some days then others. And you sent him flustered into it. How many mistakes have you made out of anger, Nicci? The poor guy thinks highly of you, it's obvious,"

[14:17] Nicci Ordo rolled her eyes.  "That is not honor.  He was warned, not by one, but by THREE Mandalorians that this place is dangerous.  He was told the soft should not be here.  He INSISTED he could handle himself.  The Mandalorian way is to respect that.  You go up against a challenge and you die, then it is a glorious death.  There is no honor in enabling the weak!  There was nothing vague about that threat.  If you do not compensate me for your utter un-mandalorian-like behavior I -will- put you back in that medbay in pieces.  If killing a living beast who was acting in it's full nature against a weak and intruisive outsider is honorable to you then you have a completely jaded sense of what honor is.  You could have simply grabbed him and jetpacked away but no, you chose to kill.  Do not budge for honor my kriffing ass."

[14:25] James Miri Fah (theminion) explained, "People are more important then beasts like that. Sentient life, Nicci, Sentient -fucking- life means so much more to the galaxy then some beast you caged in a small valley to die!" in a very unhappy manner. It was probably the first time anybody here had heard him shout. "There was no fucking challenge. How do you expect us to grow as a people if we don't have open arms to those who could strengthen us? How do you expect the Sovereignty of Mandalore to be ensured if everybody who comes to our homes get turned away because the 'Great Nicci Ordo shouted at them because they had cameras and she thought they were weak'. You are NOT the end-all-and-be-all in mandalorian honor and behavior. I could have grabbed him and jetpacked, had my Jetpack not came off in the slide down the rocks I had to make to get him. You were not -there-. You," He looked irritated with her, as if she'd rubbed several major buttons at once, "Are a vain, cruel person. You are irrational, and egotistical. You will meet me in [14:25] James Miri Fah (theminion):  the ring, either now or later. If you do not, I will come and find you and make a ring," he'd state, irritatedly.

[14:45] Nicci Ordo says, "You are much weaker than I thought you were.  Our territory is not for us to welcome the unworthy.  You call yourself a crusader, you are just like these other dogs who would rather bend over for the aruteii than keep to the ways of Mandalore.  We are known for being feared in the galaxy.  One must be proven, strong, worthy of respect, to enter our space.  You would see that destroyed because whoever trained you did not teach you the ways of the mandalorian.  I will meet you in the ring, and teach you a lesson in what honor truly is.  There is a ring right the kriff outside you blind di'kut.  Now until then you may take your weak carcass off my ship.""

[14:47] James Miri Fah (theminion) glared at her. He was irritated, beyond all relief. Boiling in his anger, almost. He'd then head off to go wait for her in the ring.

[19:50] Slade Steele rocketed through the air, his Kom'rk Fighter having landed a ways off the coordinates he'd originally set to the pilot. He landed by a pillar, a few steps away from the ring, and tipped his head formally towards Nicci, "Su'cuy, Ordo Alor'ad."

[20:01] Nicci Ordo arrived at the battle circle, following Jim out, fully ready to beat the fear of Kad Harangir into his aruteii-loving face.  She nodded when she was greeted by Slade, but didn't say anything.  She just crossed her arms and glared at the man in front of her.  "Terms?" she asked, shortly.

[20:02] James Miri Fah (theminion) stepped into the ring, his boots thudding in the sand after a moment. He'd reach up, pressing the button that controlled the segmented plating around his mask. It was a tad slower on opening, due to the adjustment from the extreme cold of Anteevy. "Nicci," He'd state once, rather bluntly. "Melee weapons, fists. No gauntlet tech," he offer, before clenching and relaxing his cybernetic hand.

[20:07] Slade Steele rocketed onto the platform atop the pillars, getting into a comfortable position by relaxing his heavy frame upon a knee-cap. He tipped his head towards Adam'ska, who seemed to likewise adopt a policy of sitting atop one's banner. His focus was taken up by the ensuing combat, however, as he commented in his deep and ragged Concordian accent, "May the strongest win. Fight well, warriors."

[20:11] Nicci Ordo snorted, "You remove your cybernetic hand and I will remove my crush gaunts.  Sounds even to me." she replied.  She began shedding her heavy weaponry and blasters to the ground, though being extra careful with the heavy repeater as she didn't want it accidentally going off and shooting up the place.

[20:14] James Miri Fah (theminion) shrugged, reaching up and gripping something under his gauntlet. The cybernetic -arm- not hand came off, with the hand itself making a fist and locking the pistons in place the arm came off with a loud -thud- indicating it was heavier then he looked. Reaching down, he'd move the arm out of the ring and out of the way. He seemed to have zero care about fighting one armed.  He'd then remove the pistol, the jetpack, and would draw that one knife he had on his belt with the dragon head on it. Shifting into a braced stance, he'd simply wait.

[20:16] James Miri Fah (theminion) then decided against it and slung that also off, resorting to just his fist.

[20:20] Nicci Ordo slid the rest of her swords off her back...and butt.  She never saw much point to fist fighting in armor, but what the hell, was his terms.  She moved to the center of the circle and planted her feet in the fround like a phrik-made tree trunk.  "Whenever you're ready." she grunted.

[20:22] James Miri Fah (theminion) pressed something on his helmet, sealing it back around his mask. He'd then put his body low, a modified martial arts stance he'd learned int he Order and worked to suit the one arm. Kept his fist closer to his chest, torso low to the ground. When he got closer to her, he'd lunge out and attempt to grip her by the throat, sweep her ankle, and choke-slam her into the sand beneath her. [20:23] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.03: James Miri Fah(TheMinion Resident) rolled 14 [Strength:08] [20:23] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.03: Rolled 26 [Strength:12]

[20:29] Nicci Ordo had already planted herself into the dirt like a phrik-made tree, as previously stated, blocking the attempt to grip her by the throat by crossing her arms in front of her face and her feet merely stayed planted where they were when he tried sweeping her ankle.  Grinning now, she would use her crossed arms to grab him, by the helmet and pull him down as hard as she could whilst her knee would come crashing into his visor. [20:29] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.03: Rolled 17 [Strength:12] [20:29] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.03: James Miri Fah(TheMinion Resident) rolled 16 [Strength:08]

[20:32] James Miri Fah (theminion) was close, regardless. He got PART of what he wanted. Of course, he only got part, because her knee impacted the metallic face-guard he sported in front of the visor. Leg was up though, so he figured since her knee was going to jar his brain-case that bad he'd give it a rest. Turning and dropping like she knocked him out, he'd jam his arm up to keep that knee destablilized and bring her to where he figured he'd have a lot more ease dealing with it. His other foot kicked out, seeking to push her one solid leg further out as he simply stood up with her and threw her backwards. The end goal was that she'd be laying on teh ground, wincing. Hopefully. [20:32] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.03: James Miri Fah(TheMinion Resident) rolled 09 [Strength:08] [20:32] James Miri Fah (theminion): [[Fuck it, using that willpower thing that lets you reroll [20:32] James Miri Fah (theminion): [[Deretmination I think it is. [20:32] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.03: James Miri Fah(TheMinion Resident) rolled 22 [Strength:08] [20:35] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.03: Your Health Score has been decreased to 5/6. [20:40] Nicci Ordo was thrown into the ground, wind partially knocked out of her due to jetpack ramming into her back.  Even through armor that hurt.  She ignited it, deciding to use it to help her up since it had been an asshole and hurt her in the first place, and used it to propel her forward to get close enough to try and place a well aimed uppercut to the underside of his helmet. [20:40] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.03: Rolled 32 [Strength:12] [20:43] James Miri Fah (theminion) felt his helmet leave his head. As it did, it probably broke his nose. Reaching up, he'd rip the cloth part of his mask off and chuck it to side. Hell, it was dead-weight anyways. When she recoiled back from the punch, he'd spit blood all over her visor like he did the last person to blood his face. A mixture of saliva, snot, and blood came from his mouth as he channeled a couple of inner demons of his own ((Intelligence heal)) before attempting to lock around her head and throw his weight into her chest, putting her into a submission hold on the ground. [20:45] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.03: James Miri Fah(TheMinion Resident) rolled 22 [Intelligence:07] [20:45] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.03: James Miri Fah(TheMinion Resident) rolled 15 [Strength:08] [20:45] James Miri Fah (theminion) rotated around int he back, standing on his heels as he circled her. He knew what his next strike would be at least.

[20:53] Nicci Ordo smirked as she saw the helmet come off.  Noticing jewelry stuck to his ears she scowled, as it was a well known fact mandalorians did not adorn themselves with such frivolous bullshit.  She would  grab a handful of the long pointed ear at the tip where a pair of earrings were and attempt to rip them right out. [20:54] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.03: Rolled 28 [Strength:12] [20:55] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.03: James Miri Fah(TheMinion Resident) rolled 12 [Strength:08]

[20:57] James Miri Fah (theminion) wore really shitty magnetic ear-rings. He had reddened ears, as they were highly fuckin' sensitive beings ears and all. But, since she decided to stand that close to him he'd wrap his fingers around her wrist, twist it on a fulcrum point, and would likely go to turn it back until her arm was hyper-extended. Once it was, he'd go to stomp down on her elbow in an attempt to break it. Since she decided that jetpacks were okay in circle fights and shit. [20:57] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.03: James Miri Fah(TheMinion Resident) rolled 10 [Strength:08] [20:57] James Miri Fah (theminion): [[Don't even waste the roll. It's not going to hit. [20:57] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.03: Rolled 32 [Strength:12] [21:01] Nicci Ordo again blocked in the cross-wrist formation, then unlocked to throw his arms away from her when he attempted to grab her wrists, and immediately thrust her boot out in an attempt to land a kick right in his ribs on the right side, aiming for the mail rather than the plate. [21:01] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.03: Rolled 25 [Strength:12] [21:01] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.03: James Miri Fah(TheMinion Resident) rolled 19 [Strength:08] [21:02] James Miri Fah (theminion) grunted as her foot connected, apparently struggling with his one arm. He'd lock his fingers down on her kneecap, before aiming to twist to the side and kick her other leg out for her to force her to grapple with the man. Once on the ground, he would swing his boot into her visor. Although, li kely, at this point he doubted he'd make it there. [21:03] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.03: James Miri Fah(TheMinion Resident) rolled 27 [Strength:08] [21:03] James Miri Fah (theminion): [[Auto hit. Unmodded 19

[21:04] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.03: Your Health Score has been decreased to 4/6. [21:07] Nicci Ordo growled as she got a boot to the visor.  Why always the visor.  Jorval had bloody dented her helmet last time and now here she was getting kicked in the head again.  Leaving her dazed for a few seconds she snarled, the Ordo bloodlust taking over her movements and kicking the adrenaline into overdrive.  She would attempt to grip the ankle of the boot still on her face and twist it as hard as she could in the wrong direction, seeking to both snap bone and take him off his feet. [21:07] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.03: Rolled 19 [Strength:12] [21:08] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.03: James Miri Fah(TheMinion Resident) rolled 18 [Strength:08]

[21:11] James Miri Fah (theminion) was unsure what she doing, until he heard one ankle snap. That much was certain. Since her hands were busy, he said fuck it as he was tiring out and figured he'd give her something to leave with like she kept desperately trying to do him. He'd adjust his other foot and attempt to jab it across her chest where he knew there to be no armor plating, her ovaries. He'd repeatedly kick her there, again, expecting nothing to come of it with his recent score of luck. [21:11] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.03: James Miri Fah(TheMinion Resident) rolled 18 [Strength:08] [21:14] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.03: Rolled 25 [Strength:12]

[21:19] Nicci Ordo blocked his foot with her fist, throwing it away from her as she turned her body over and crawled on top of him, grabbing a handful of his long hair and bringing his head to hers to smash her helmet into his face as hard as she could, intending to knock him unconscious and out of the fight. [21:19] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.03: Rolled 22 [Strength:12] [21:20] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.03: James Miri Fah(TheMinion Resident) rolled 19 [Strength:08]

[21:21] James Miri Fah (theminion) wasn't unconscious. He was certain, because he could still feel pain. Although, frankly, he wasn't doing much else. Breathing heavily, angrily, staring up at her. Rotating his jaw, he'd try to work up enough spit to cover her visor. He'd keep rotating it, desperately trying to at least defiantly stop fighting. Alas, he couldn't So instead, he'd stare up at her there, blood coming from his forehead. . [21:26] James Miri Fah (theminion) in unconscious to suit somebodies desires now.

[21:29] Nicci Ordo pulls herself off his armored form, walking outside of the ring and picking up the cybernetic arm he had thrown out of it earlier.  She tossed it on top of him so he could grab it when he woke up.  "I am sure you will have to sell that to pay for my kriffing dragon, di'kut," she replied simply, and started walking back toward the hangar.

[cinvhetinordo]

Drop-Off

[17:46] Vente'rro'rloth clambered up the boarding ramp and into the belly of the dropship, his fiery red hues scouring the interior of the vessel with an appraising look. Like much of the Mandalorian equipment, the vehicle appeared to be practical, more than it was comfortable, though comfort was a luxury he could no longer afford himself. His heavy footfalls could be heard clanking up the aisle to betray his presence before Error stopped short, standing about within the dropship to await the arrival of the Alor'ad. "Su'cuy!" He called out into the cabin beyond, hoping to get her attention.

[17:55] Nicci Ordo was just finishing putting the last of the panels on the ship, having finally finished the repairs and got him ready to go.  Yes, her ship was a him.  "Su'cuy." she replied, stepping into the doorway.  "Are you prepared to survive or die?" she grinned.  "I hope you slept well because you probably will not be sleeping your first night out."

[18:02] Vente'rro'rloth gave a curt dip of his head in response to her question, "I'm ready to survive," he reaffirmed, not speaking of the very evident risk of his own demise during the verd'goten. Unlike yesterday, Error appeared a deal less fresh; his eyes showed the dark rims of sleep deprivation, and his routinely pale complexion had taken on a slightly fainter pallor. In all likelihood, his slumber had been minimal at best, intersected by more last minute preparations and attempts at doing more research on the forests of Onderon. "I've already made a mental note of each action plan, prioritizing reconnaissance first. In all likelihood you're right; I doubt I'll rest easy after scouring for a place to establish a safe shelter."

[18:07] Nicci Ordo liked that answer.  Noting his pallor she was not overly concerned.  He would become more alert very soon.  The dangers of a jungle could be the most eye opening experience one ever had. About a thousand times better than any energy drink.  "Hope you studied up on which fruit was poisonous and which wasn't" she chuckled, moving to the cockpit of the ship.  "Grab a seat back there, we are taking off in a few minutes."

[18:15] Vente'rro'rloth had indeed done as much research as he were able, but alas, the more he delved into the subject of Onderon and its treacherous jungles, the more dangers he unearthed, and with them, a plethora of simple do's and don'ts that would be the only difference between life and death. Fighting down his nerves, the Chiss gave another stiff nod of resignation, "As best I could. I'm going to attempt to limit my diet to only what I'm certain of being safe. Keeping hydrated will be more important besides." As instructed, he strode inside of the cockpit, clambering through the cramped interior only to heft himself up and into the co-pilot's seat; not that he'd be doing any piloting of his own. Buckling himself into the chair, Error cast a sideways glance towards Nicci before speaking up once more, "The large purple fruits that fall from the trees.. Remind me again... Are those poisonous, or safe to eat?"

[18:23] Nicci Ordo looked behind her at him for a few seconds before she burst out laughing.  She started the engine, bringing up the landing gear and sealing the hatches as she began her pre-flight check in preparation for take off.  She did not answer his question, as that was part of the verd'goten.  She pulled back on the throttle and the ship lifted into the sky, through the turbulent atmosphere of Onderon's moon.

[18:28] Vente'rro'rloth felt his features twist beneath a subtle grimace in the face of her laughter whilst his mind raced to apply logic to the fruits, "They fall from the trees," he reasoned aloud, "Therefore, the tree -wants- them to be eaten to pass on its seeds..." He couldn't possibly be poisonous if the tree itself had evolved to encourage the consumption of its fruits by roaming animals. At least, he felt certain of that much for now. For the most part, Error remained quiet as the dropship flew off, his gaze drawn towards the windows as a thick, dense canopy of jungle leaves whipped by beneath the hurtling vessel.

[18:35] Nicci Ordo's ship flew over what seemed to be thousands of miles of jungle once she breached Onderon's atmosphere.  The ride to Onderon was literally just a few miles away at this point.  Dxun's orbit was bringing it closer and closer to the atmosphere of its host planet.  Once every few years the atmospheres actually touched, allowing for the migration of the Drexl, which in many ways could be far more fearsome than rancors just because of their sheer intelligence.  Almost sentient, some called them.  Nicci extended the landing gear and landed in the warm sand on the beach, really because there WAS no other place suitable for a ship to land in this wilderness.  "Yeah whatever you gotta tell yourself kid," she replied, as the engines shit down and she stood up.  She opened the back doors and took in the bright sun glaring off the white sand, before turning to him.  "Alright, strip."

[18:44] Vente'rro'rloth ground his teeth together, brows pinched in a subtle furrow whilst he considered all that he'd studied of the dense forests beneath them. As his thoughts wandered off to comb over every detail he could recall, the Chiss found himself losing track of time. Alas, what little time he could relish in the comforts of the ship had soon dissipated without him realizing. By the time his consciousness returned to him, the ship was touching down atop the sands of a nearby beach, the dark, imposing depths of the forests beyond looming in the vista. With no turning back now, Error unbuckled the straps of his seat only to clamber out and give a subtle dip of his head to Nicci. Without any ceremony or much delay, fingers worked at the straps that buckled his polymer Composite armor, working each segment of the carapace free to set atop a nearby cargo net above the aisle of seats. Soon afterwards, boots were kicked aside, and his form-fitting fatigues rolled free of his person, leaving himself very much exposed, and a g [18:44] Vente'rro'rloth  deal more vulnerable beneath. Of weapons, he'd completely shirked himself completely, knowing that he was forbidden to wield anything that wasn't found within the depths of the jungle itself. Stepping forwards with a somewhat discomforted expression, Error loitered at the door of the dropship, staring off at the warm sands beyond, "Alright.." he began, breaking the awkward air of silence, "Anything else I should know before I'm kicked off this ship?"

[18:52] Nicci Ordo didn't even seem to notice he was naked, or comment, or even look at him other than to verify he had done as she had asked.  She picked up his gear and stowed it in one of the overhead compartments in the ship.  "You will get all that back if you live.  If not I will at least bury it with you." she said to him, taking a few steps out of the ship and looking around at the sea.  "One bit of advice I will offer you is to be wary of the waters.  There are a group of people here that migrated from Yavin 8 ages ago when the Vong attacked that world.  They are some odd...fish sorts of people.  Not common knowledge they are here.  They do not seem to be hostile but are protective of the waters.  Respectable, I guess, since it is their yaim.  I will pick you up at this spot in 7 days.  Same time.  Make note of the sun's position."

[19:05] Vente'rro'rloth disembarked but a step behind Nicci, descending the boarding ramp until his feet pressed into the warmth of the sand grains beyond. There was strange, primal comfort to be found in the warmth of the beaches, though the comforts of it would be scarcely enjoyed, should he ever hope to find the jungle-dwelling Rancors that were unaccustomed to roaming the sands that bordered their territory. Hearing her assurance that his possessions would be buried with him, Error's features notched in a subtle furrow, attempting an incredulous smirk, "A uh... Comforting thought, I suppose.." he muttered quietly, not finding much comfort in the thought of his death at all, in truth, regardless of the decency he'd be dressed in. The subject of the waters was met with a subtle frown, turning his sights upon the ocean beyond as though to study it closely, "Do they speak Galactic Basic?" he inquired simply, knowing he'd be forbidden to accept aid from them, regardless of the answer. "I'll try to give them a wide berth regardles [19:05] Vente'rro'rloth  but some basic communication could prove useful in assuring them of my intentions here." Finally, his attentions drifted to the skies beyond, regarding the position of the sun in relation to some key surroundings. Lowering his gaze, 'Error' noted the distant sight of a Hammerhead corvette wreckage, and to his left, an isle of many palms. He'd make mental note of the landmarks and utilize them carefully when judging the sun. "Very well. If I begin to lose track of the days, I'll start checking this location around this time each new day."

[19:11] Nicci Ordo chuckled, "It will be difficult to find your way back here.  The air is thick beneath the canopy.  Many have gone mad in the stifling humidity.  As for the water folks speaking basic, I got no idea.  Guess you will have to ask them if you see one." she replied, heading back into the ship and closing the hatch without another word.

[cinvhetinordo]

The Chiss and the Verd’goten

[17:42] Vente'rro'rloth strode out from the barracks of the Mandalorian compound, clad in his scuffed but otherwise functional suit of polymer Composite armor -- the last personal effect he still owned from his former career as a trooper of the Chiss Ascendancy. Gripped within his gauntlets, 'Error' carried with him an EE-3 burst rifle issued by Jekai, and alongside his backpack of survival equipment, a serrated Vibrosword was strapped and buckled down; a gift from Jorval himself. Well rested after another evening abed, poring over his datapad on comprehensive Mando'a, the Ge'verd struck a vigilant look, gaze scouring the courtyard for his Alor, or Alor'ad.

[17:45] Nicci Ordo was finishing a comm at a computer console.  If one were looking carefully one would notice the helmet of the Alor staring back at her from the view screen.  "It will be done Alor," she replied to it, gruffly, before the screen blanked out in a hiss of static.  Nicci punshed the console a few times.  "Damn jungle.  Cannocks better not have eaten up the wires again." she jerked down a rather old looking radio and speakers all over the base would crackle to life,  "Bantov, get your kriffing ass down here and fix this shit!" she yelled, turning around and seeing a chiss she had never seen before.  "What the hell is this, you aren't Bantov..."

[17:50] Vente'rro'rloth halted as he made his approach only once a sharp voice barked out towards him. Tarrying at the threshold of the compound, the Chiss allowed his EE-3 Burst rifle to hang from its shoulder strap only to clasp his gauntlets behind his back, adopting a parade rest learned during his prior service. Shoulders squared themselves and boots parted to their width before the creature born of discipline cleared his throat to call out across the span between them both, "Su'cuy, Alor'ad," he hailed at first, "My name is Vente'rro'rloth, or 'Error', if my Galactic Basic name is easier. You might not remember me, though I was present when you fought our Alor for leadership of the Clan. I was tasked with dragging you back to a medical bay after your fall." He left it there for now, simply standing where he stood in his firm posture.

[17:51] Jekai Rau stood amongst Ordo assembly area A-3, as ships jetted overheard on engagement courses with the governors fleets above the icy world. He looked skyward, just momentarily, before looking over the numbers of mandalorians about. . [17:57] Nicci Ordo's face settled into a scowl, though it usually was, not that that could be seen under her helmet anyway.  "Your name could be mud for all I give a kriff.  It will be changing once you complete the verd goten anyway.  In fact I think I shall call you that.  Mud...or blue milk.  Yeah...blue milk.  No I do not remember you, why would I?  I just got my face kicked in, literally....and you aren't even much to look at.  So, blue milk, you're the scrub our Alor thinks is ready to ascend into something greater than an aruetii.  Don't look like much to me.  Our Alor is busy on the outer rim and asked me to put you through your trials.  But first, we are going to have a conversation."

[18:02] Vente'rro'rloth had grown accustomed to the 'tough love' of Jorval, if such behaviour could even be considered such. Though as the term 'Blue Milk' was coined, the discerning eye would note the prideful Chiss' jawline tightening a fraction beneath the thin cloth facemask he wore, teeth gritting as he bit back some verbal riposte. Instead, he opted for silence, simply remaining where he stood whilst those harsh, sanguine red eyes of his species studied the Alor'ad before him, taking heed of her word with attentive ears. Throughout her tirade, 'Error' stood largely unflinching save for the tightening of his jaw, its rigor only waning long enough to loose a few short words in Mando'a, "As you say." He uttered simply, in response to her mention of their much-needed talk.

[18:07] Slade Steele got off the Gauntlet Transport, rocketing in formation alongside other members of the Death Watch before breaking said formation and landing in front of Jekai, "My warriors are ready, and my pilots are prepared for combat. How will we go about this situation, Jekai?"

[18:21] Nicci Ordo couldn't help but smirk as he clearly seemed bothered by her calling him blue milk.  Good.  To ascend to something one must first had to understand they were nothing, and want it.  "Come closer kid I ain't going to shout across the room.  I realize you may have already done this with the Alor, but he is gone, and isn't the best at detailed reports honestly.  So you are going to do some shit again.  Now.  First of all, where are you from and why the hell do you want to be a mandalorian?" she asked.

[18:30] Vente'rro'rloth had a life of following orders and instructions behind him, so following another set of simple instructions was met with no indignation on his part. Stepping forwards, the Ge'verd strode within talking distance before coming to an eventual halt, adopting his parade rest from only moments prior. As the question was launched, the Chiss gave voice in concise report, his tone somewhat flat and factual, "I hail from a planet called Rhigar, in the system its named after. Many outside of Chiss space are unfamiliar with the 'Unknown Regions' of space as the galaxy at large call it, though your star charts will have it listed in the Rata Nebula star cluster, if they're up to date. I served the Chiss Expansionary Defense Force, fighting for the Chiss Ascendancy for just over a decade before my apparent recklessness saw me dishonourably discharged for pursuing and executing a fleeing foe alongside my squad mates." This fact was still a mark of shame for Error, born of a race that took pride in discipline; a discipli [18:30] Vente'rro'rloth  broken by a momentary bloodlust.

[18:40] Nicci Ordo almost snorted at his military like stance.  This was fine for now, he was not one of them, but she hoped he loosened up later.  She had not expected him to get so close.  So of course she did the socially awkward thing and leaned in to look at him.  She had never seen a Chiss up close before.  Well a Chiss who was not the former Death Watch overlord, but even him never this close.  "You are awful pale for a Chiss.  You got some pantoran in you?  Or human?  Do you actually see red through your eyes or do you see normal colors?" she asked, then realized if he did see in red then that WOULD be normal colors to him.  "Nevermind, don't answer that last one.  So you were dishonorably discharged, and chose to join a people whose whole life revolves around honor?  Seems odd to me, and didn't answer my question in the least.  You could have ran off and joined a gang of pirates for being kicked out of the damn military, why do you wish to be a MANDALORIAN?" she asked.

[18:53] Vente'rro'rloth remained rigid in his posture; an unyielding slab of flesh and polymer that absorbed the words of the Alor'ad without much discernible reaction. His species were a dour breed to most, though his silence was broken in the face of her initial query, "My lineage is pure-blooded, with no trace of genetic contamination." he reported with the typical brevity of his kind. "The skin pigmentation of my race is varied, much like that of Humanity. My pale complexion is simply a matter of genetics; I was not born on Csilla, where my race has evolved a darker shade of blue through necessity brought on by the harsh, cold climate." He spoke no further of his eyesight, and the boon of improved vision in low-light settings. Instead, he continued with their prior discussion, choosing to answer her question regarding his reason for seeking out the Mandalorians, "I have a life of service with a storied military career. It was tarnished by one reckless act that saw me discharged from that service. Shame is something my kind [18:53] Vente'rro'rloth  weigh heavily, so I voluntarily went into self-exile. With no hope of returning to the Chiss Expansionary Defense Force and a poor resumé to present their allies in the Galactic Empire, I sought to pledge my service to another worthy power within the galaxy -- to give myself and my talents purpose above that of a petty criminal. The 'Death Watch', as you are collectively known, strike me as an ambitious lot -- a breed of Mando'ade with hopes of establishing a lasting empire of their own. I would see our homeworlds reclaimed, and the borders secured once more. The Republic that reduced your people to their current state will learn to fear and respect your name once more. Those are my ambitions, and I would wish to be part of it."

[19:06] Nicci Ordo just shook her head.  This conversation was proving actually very productive.  She was learning his biggest weakness when her Alor thought it would be something else entirely.  It was a very unique weakness, one she would have to really think on to come up with a task for it.  "Kyr'tsad." she corrected him when he said Death Watch.  She hated referring to herself as that.  She was not that.  None of the mando'ad who called themselves this were that, as far as she was concerned it was a label, forced upon them by the idiotic Mereelists who thought to be called "Mandalorian" you had to work as a pathetic bounty hunter.  "You wish to be a part of that hm.  Tell me did Jorval educate you on cin'vhetin and our culture at all?  Because with the way you speak, you are not ready to be one of us.  You are still so...attached...to your precious heritage.  Your...Chiss way of life.  Listen to you....genetic contamination.  Mandalorians were once all one race you know.  The Taung.  They used to believe in the purity [19:06] Nicci Ordo  one race.  Do you know what happened to them?  They died out.  Now one of the staples of our culture is not that mando'ad are one race, but many.  We are encouraged to mix and get as much variety as possible, because that brings true strength.  Do you know how many Arkanian mandalorians there have been?  None in recorded history.  The reason is because Arkanians are for the most part, racist assholes.  They think themselves superior in every way, so much so they actually played god with their genetics, scientifically splicing them into many offshoot races which they consider "lesser" for the sake of gaining a suitable blue collar workforce because Arkanians were too high and mighty to do that kind of work.  If you refer to my asking if you have other races in you as "contamination" you will not get far among a multi raced culture.  You must abandon EVERYTHING you have ever known and become reborn entirely.  Even your name will be gone once you have proven worthy."

[19:21] Vente'rro'rloth had indeed learned the term of which she spoke, and simply gave a confirming nod, "Cin'vhetin, or White Snow in Galactic Basic. A clean start." he repeated, "Aside from Vode'an, it was the first phrase of Mando'a I learned, albeit not from Jorval's mouth. Another of the Mando'ade, who's name I didn't catch, he taught me it on the first day I sought this life. He told me that that was what I had begun... That my past, with this dishonourable discharge, would eventually be irrelevant. Forgotten." It took some long moments, but the Chiss seemed to manage to swallow his near instinctual pride; a habit of his race's culture that was fiercely difficult to shake at times. As her earnest lecture continued, he even managed a subtle nod of his head in understanding. "You make a valid argument." he conceded at length. That alone, was no small feat for a species so fond of being accurate in all that they did. "Perhaps I was wrong to choose that word. Contamination. Though the truth of that fact remains.. I am of pure [19:21] Vente'rro'rloth  Chiss lineage, just as I'm sure the Mando'ade house pure-blooded Weequay, Quarren, and beings of other races. My genealogy is largely irrelevant as you said - amongst a culture comprised of all races, in amendment of the Taung's ultimate and final mistake." Mention of his name and its eventual change was met with a simple, concise nod of his head. In the past, he'd been referred to by military rank alone, so the loss of identity was stomached with an ease that some outside of a military life would struggle with. "As you say." he repeated again, in that perpetual discipline.

[19:28] Nicci Ordo chuckled, "Then simply answer my question as pure blooded Chiss.  Not free of contamination.  But it has enlightened me to the way your mind is still working.  We need to purge it, before we can bring you in as one of us." she looked him over, noting his military rigor.  What is a mandalorian...to you?" she asked.  "What do you see when you see me?  When you see Jorval?"

[19:32] Vente'rro'rloth opted to keep his answer exceptionally concise this time, devoid of any explanation, for there was precious need of one beyond the simple word he uttered, "A warrior." he stated in the most plain of terms, whilst those harsh, imposing red eyes of his scoured the polished surface of phrik carapace overlay that made up the Alor'ad's beskar'gam. The black lacquered suit of armor made for an imposing sight, and one that had likely been the last thing ever witnessed by many a victim slain at the hands of the seasoned Mandalorian woman. Feeling precious little need to immediately expand on his answer, 'Error' simply stood there in his routinely unflinching posture.

[19:36] Nicci Ordo frowned.  This was was going to be tough for all the opposite reasons people usually were difficult.  This guy had clearly had all the wrong tasks.  Of course he was going to bring home a trophy like it was nothing.  "Recite the resol'nare."

[19:42] Vente'rro'rloth did just that, with only a brief pause to draw on a single breath, "Wear the armor - the beskar'gam - and see to its upkeep and maintenance always. Learn the Mando'a language, and guard it closely from the ears of the aruetii. Should you sire young, or even adopt, strive to raise them as Mando'ade by every means necessary; to fail in this - to fail in your duty to teach your child these key survival skills - is tantamount to neglect, child abuse, and poor parenting." Another breath followed, seeming to be the only reason he'd even paused at all, "Contribute to your clan, be this through monetary investment in the upkeep and maintenance of its assets, or through plying your skill at a profession of your choosing. Protect your clan, and those who've earned the right to live amongst it. And lastly - though somewhat irrelevant at present - obey the orders of the Mand'alor, and answer his call when it is issued."

[19:51] Nicci Ordo smirked, "Well said.  Dunno where all the other bullshit came from in the explanations but, well said.  The Resol'nare, or Six Actions, are the central tenets of Mandalorian life. They are: wearing armor, speaking the language, defending oneself and family, raising your children as Mandalorians, contributing to the clan's welfare, and when called upon by the Mand'alor, rallying to their cause.  So when I say what is a mandalorian, and you respond with "a warrior", you are not wrong, but you are only seeing half of what a Mandalorian is.  It is a very...aruetii answer.  What is a clan?  And if you simply say a group of mandalorians I will knock you all the way to Onderon."

[19:59] Vente'rro'rloth might have allowed a smirk at her threat, but alas, he was Chiss, and humour was difficult to stir in their hardened hearts. Instead, he simply soldiered on with his answer, elaborating on the meaning of a clan. "A clan is comparable to a colony; each Verd within the clan serving as part of the bigger picture - part of the unit as a whole. I was told by... Jekai, I believe it was, that its not uncommon to see a cook or a tailor clad in full beskar'gam, as strange as that concept appears to aruetii. If a clan was built up of nothing but warriors, there would be little they could accomplish. A thriving clan of Mando'ade will have cooks, engineers, tailors, singers, dancers, warriors, farmers... Every conceivable profession you'd expect to find in any other culture or society." He left it there for now, brows notching in a subtle furrow as he retraced his steps and considered his own answer. "The Mando'ade are trained in combat, but they are more than that alone. Combat is simply a necessity to ensure their [19:59] Vente'rro'rloth  culture's continued survival in a harsh galaxy that would see them wiped out."

[20:05] Nicci Ordo shook her head.  "Incorrect.  It is actually, backward.  We are ALL warriors.  There is no such thing as a mando'ad who is not a warrior.  To be mandalorian is to be warrior.  We have warriors who can cook.  Warriors who are skilled with machinery.  Warriors who are skilled with cloth making.  Warriors who have nice voices to sing.  Warriors who know how to grow things from the earth.  But yes, in the latter you are correct.  Family, you will notice, is part of the resol'nare.  Quite a large part.  But that does not mean just blood family.  There is a reason we address our clan-mates as vod, and vod'ika.  Do you know what those words mean?"

[20:12] Vente'rro'rloth gave another subtle nod of his head, "Vod and Vod'ika," he repeated, "Brother and Sister respectively." The terms were part of his basic digest of Mando'ade, and of late, much of the more simple terms, greetings, and phrases were essentially ingrained in his head. "I make a habit of studying Mando'a every night before I sleep; at least an hour, after completing the rest of my chores and tasks. Aside from giving me strange dreams in a language that once sounded foreign, I've found its helped me remember much of what I read the night prior." Though this time, it seemed the Chiss decided his mention required further elaboration, to prove his understanding of the concept she referenced, "The unity of the clan is paramount. In that, you are all brothers and sisters in arms. It creates a lasting bond that's strengthened through adversity. This concept is understood by most soldiers of various militaries, although I get the feeling that Mando'ade hold dear to this more than most."

[20:23] Nicci Ordo nodded, "Yes.  Though a bit deeper than just in arms.  We are brother and sister in a clan sense, in a bond that is thicker than even blood.  Now, you are not one of us yet, so your...rigid stance I suppose is appropriate.  But I am going to stress to you that we are NOT a military.  The closest thing you could compare us to I suppose would be...a tribe.  This military stance.  I believe the arutii call it...parade rest?  You need to drop it.  All the military discipline and twisting of your mind around rank, gone.  When you fight along-side a mandalorian, you fight alongside brothers and sisters.  You obey Alor and Alor'ad as you would parents, even fighting them when you do not agree with an action they are taking.  To fight and win is to gain respect.  To fight and lose is to offer respect.  It is considered dishonorable to disrespect a victor in a battle between warriors, even between warrior and aruetii.  When in a military situation you do not get to fight your superiors if you feel one of them is i [20:23] Nicci Ordo  error.  Here you punch them right the mouth if you do not agree.  You fight, if you lose, you lose the argument.  Done deal, no grudges.  Rigorous discipline is for the battlefield only.  Among your daily life with your brothers and sisters, it simply is out of place.  It would be like standing at parade rest in front of your father or mother even to do it to an Alor or Alor'ad.  Keep that sort of thing on the battlefield."

[20:29] Vente'rro'rloth digested the teachings in silence whilst his mind waged war against its every near-instinct brought on by his race's native culture. For a time, the Chiss spoke not a word, and the subtlest twitch of his brows caused a faint notch to furrow whilst he sought to comprehend this practice which - on face value - seemed so ill-disciplined and wholly at odds with the fame surrounding such a reputedly disciplined band of warriors. That such discipline lay only in the field of battle struck the Chiss as odd, but he gave a subtle nod of his head regardless, "As you say," he intoned again, and - with some degree of awkwardness - his posture slackened. Without his blaster rifle clutched within his gauntlets, and no means of clasping his arms behind his back, Error's limbs seemed to sort of hang at his side, awash with an awkward uncertainty. "Is this better?" he questioned at last, doing his best to loosen up, in what was no doubt an amusing display of discomfort.

[20:42] Nicci Ordo was indeed amused by his awkwardness, but pleased.  She wanted him entirely out of his comfort zone.  She nodded when he asked if it were better.  "An improvement, of sorts.  Never forget that it is our almost savage-like nature that make us more formidable than any military in the galaxy.  We fight as a way of life, not because we are ordered to.  We are warrior, not soldier.  There is a fundamental difference in those two terms.  Militaries enforce disciplinary frivolities for the sake of maintaining absolute control.  A mando'ade clan does not seek absolute control. This is your family you fight with, the passion and raw emotion of battle lust has always meant to be unhinged from the chains of rank, saluting, uniforms, and repetition.  Tell me, would you be motivated to fight for the life of your father, or for some soldier you did not know?  Would there be more feeling in your heart for a battle fought to better the life of your family, or would you rather fight a battle to gain territory for a ruler [20:42] Nicci Ordo  bask in all the riches and you get a simple paycheck?"

[20:54] Vente'rro'rloth found this question difficult to answer. He knew, of course, what the ideal response would be for any Mandalorian, but to be born of a race so wholly devoted to duty, to discipline, and to logic... it was somewhat jarring, to say the least. "I know that the answer you'd hope to hear should be 'yes, it is better to fight in defense of your family', but that answer is somewhat harder to give as one of the Chiss. In a certain sense, we are no different to the Mando'ade in our views of clan, or family. Amongst the Chiss, we have Houses, rather than Clans. These Houses are akin to family, too. Many - like my own, and the most venerated clan, Nuruoda - are of military heritage. Those we fight alongside are of our House, and by extension, of our family. Though I grasp your lesson, this camaraderie you speak of is simply all a part of our duty, amongst Chiss." A pause followed, before giving a subtle nod of his head whilst his arms continued to hang to either side of him, "I understand, and even agree, although [20:54] Vente'rro'rloth  perhaps my race's behavior towards its House or 'clan', and the duty that comes with it would seem cold and distant, to someone who's lived as one of the Mando'ade for a long while. In short, we too are close to our Houses, but its viewed as our duty, where I imagine the Mando'ade do so through personal bonds. Perhaps with time, I will develop these attachments, too." It was a frank and honest response, gutted of all idyllic answers. Bonds and kinship would grow and be cultivated. To force them, would be false and merely duty.

[21:03] Nicci Ordo nodded, "That is in fact, why I asked.  I did not want the answer I wanted to hear, I wanted the truth.  Because in your heart, you will never be mandalorian if you continue to think like your old culture, then you cannot be mando'ad.  You will still be Chiss.  Cin

[21:08] Nicci Ordo says, "Cin'vhetin will never be complete, and you will not have earned the right to wear the armor.  You fight, not for survival but because you are told.  You fight with no heart, but for duty.  This is not so much about forming a bond with others as it is with yourself.  You will have three tasks.  Three tasks challenging your greatest weaknesses.  Are you prepared to face these challenges?" she asked, her voice turning very serious."

[21:11] Vente'rro'rloth understood the aspects he ought to work on, and gave a subtle nod of his head in answer to her question, "I am prepared to go through with this, yes," he reaffirmed in a tone that seemed to broker no compromise or doubt. Having come this far, and already taken the bold step of leaving Chiss space to go into self exile, there was precious little room to turn back now. To shirk the offer of a place amidst a Clan would likely mean a life amidst the barves and wretches of the Outer Rim, plying his hard-earned talents as an Enforcer for a Hutt cartel. For Error, there could be little that was more humiliating than such a debased profession. "What challenges must I pass to prove to you, Alor'ad?"

[21:16] Nicci Ordo nodded, "I shall give you only the first for now.  If you live through it, you may be graced with the second.  You are to travel to Onderon, landing at the edge of the jungle along the ocean.  I will be the one to drop you off.  Once there, you will leave all your weapons and armor and clothing on board my ship.  You will be completely nude when you enter the jungle.  You are tasked with surviving, for a week, on nothing but your wits and what the jungle has to provide for you.  At the end of the week, you will bring me back the tooth of a rancor, or you fail.  Die, and you fail.  Leave the jungle, and you fail.  Arrange for a friend to bring you armor or weapons, and you fail.  Accept help from anyone else, and you fail."

[21:29] Vente'rro'rloth halted for a moment, his mind going back to memories of his rigorous training exercises as part of the Chiss Expansionary Defense Force. Born to a race that hailed from an arctic planet, much of the training exercises had covered harsh weather survival in cold environs, but in service of a military that found itself the invading force on more occasions than not, survival techniques in certain other climates were taught to him, in rudimentary levels, at least. The thought of being stripped bare of armament and brought down to utter nothingness brought about a faint grimace beneath his mask, though the Ge'verd offered no vocal objection. Complaints were viewed with contempt amongst the Mando'ade, he had read. To grumble about your lot in life, showed weakness. To shy away in the face of adversity, was to admit you were less a warrior than you ought to be. Instead, Error chose to present the world with only a resolute nod of his head, "One week to bring back the fang of a Rancor. Very well." He did, however, [21:29] Vente'rro'rloth  pause for a moment, reaching down to his belt in order to unclip a datapad from within one pouch, a gloved hand thumbing a few buttons in order to bring up Holonet. For a time, he spoke not a word, gaze lowered to the viewscreen whilst he brought up some information about Rancors -- a creature he had yet to even hear of. The sight of the monstrosity was met with a clicking of his teeth. "-This- thing?" he questioned, turning the device about in one hand to present a flickering holo image of a pug-nosed beast with squinting eyes and a broad, slavering maw of cruelly serrated fangs. Its small head sat atop a squat neck, its broad shoulders giving way to a pair of disproportionately long arms with scything, nimble clawed fingers. Made worse, all those predatory assets were compact into a stocky body that looked to put a charging Reek to shame.

[21:29] Vente'rro'rloth halted for a moment, his mind going back to memories of his rigorous training exercises as part of the Chiss Expansionary Defense Force. Born to a race that hailed from an arctic planet, much of the training exercises had covered harsh weather survival in cold environs, but in service of a military that found itself the invading force on more occasions than not, survival techniques in certain other climates were taught to him, in rudimentary levels, at least. The thought of being stripped bare of armament and brought down to utter nothingness brought about a faint grimace beneath his mask, though the Ge'verd offered no vocal objection. Complaints were viewed with contempt amongst the Mando'ade, he had read. To grumble about your lot in life, showed weakness. To shy away in the face of adversity, was to admit you were less a warrior than you ought to be. Instead, Error chose to present the world with only a resolute nod of his head, "One week to bring back the fang of a Rancor. Very well." He did, however, [21:29] Vente'rro'rloth  pause for a moment, reaching down to his belt in order to unclip a datapad from within one pouch, a gloved hand thumbing a few buttons in order to bring up Holonet. For a time, he spoke not a word, gaze lowered to the viewscreen whilst he brought up some information about Rancors -- a creature he had yet to even hear of. The sight of the monstrosity was met with a clicking of his teeth. "-This- thing?" he questioned, turning the device about in one hand to present a flickering holo image of a pug-nosed beast with squinting eyes and a broad, slavering maw of cruelly serrated fangs. Its small head sat atop a squat neck, its broad shoulders giving way to a pair of disproportionately long arms with scything, nimble clawed fingers. Made worse, all those predatory assets were compact into a stocky body that looked to put a charging Reek to shame.

[21:42] Nicci Ordo chuckles,  "Yep, that thing.  Should be pretty easy to spot, you may confuse it for a mountain at first," she grinned.  "Oh and one more thing.  At the end of the week I expect to be introduced to the alive rancor you took the tooth from.  You kill it to get the tooth, and you fail.  Anyone can kill a thing and take a trophy.  To have respect enough for something's right to exist is much more difficult, especially I imagine to you. This test is not for you to go on some senseless trophy hunt, but to learn something of deep value, the way of the warrior, not the soldier."

[21:50] Vente'rro'rloth had already been hatching plans to take the fang from a living rancor; having deemed it easier to perhaps knock a tooth from its gaping maw, rather than slay such a formidable creature. That this was now a prerequisite of the task even managed to paint a subtle smile across the Chiss' features, betrayed only the faint tugging of his thin cloth facemask. "As you say..." he repeated again, although this time, his tone seemed to betray some faint edge of mirth for once. For a moment, he'd wondered if she expected him to kill one, but seemed glad that she didn't. "In which case.. I am up to the task." He left it there for now, his mind wandering off to formulate a step-by-step action plan, prioritizing reconnaissance for the first day, during which he'd attempt to source a supply of clean, drinkable water, soon followed by the establishment of a safe perimeter in which to erect a shelter to live beneath the canopy.

[21:54] Nicci Ordo nodded.  This whole Death Watch thing had not sat easy with her.  She had lost the fight to the Alor, when she challenged his decision for the second time to go in that direction.  She would never allow the honor of her clan to be tainted, even through conquering, by senseless killing, raping,  and outright murder of the defenseless as the Death Watch of ages past had been.  For this it was important that her verd be just as capable of respecting life as they were of taking it.  "Good.  Get some rest tonight, tomorrow is when we leave."

[22:01] Vente'rro'rloth gave one final nod, taking heart in the fact that he'd be permitted to savor the warmth and meager comforts of the barracks once more before he'd be flung into the depths of the jungles of Onderon. Alas, he wagered his sleep would be fitful at best. Before him lay one arduous and potentially deadly task, and the night before his mission would be spent doing research on the jungles of Onderon, their indigenous wildlife, along with its varied fauna, studying what should and shouldn't be eaten, and which beasts would pose a near-human species the greatest threats. "I'll make all necessary preparations and get some rest." Error assured, seemingly intent on taking his leave to begin his work. He did pause however, and perhaps in something closer to the warmth displayed by beings of different races, the Chiss managed a muted grunt of acknowledgment, "Nnh, and I appreciate the lectures you've given me today. This gives me something to reflect on." In truth, Error doubted he could afford himself much time to sit [22:01] Vente'rro'rloth  reflect on her words whilst surviving in the treacherous jungles, but he'd endeavor to attempt it nonetheless.

[22:06] Nicci Ordo merely grunted at him.  She was not a person of many words and this had been more than she had spoken to anyone in months. She was socially awkward always but, never when teaching the cultural essentials of the mandalorian civilization.  She had said all she felt she needed to, and left the building to get her own sleep.

[cinvhetinordo]

Unification of Clan Ordo

[09:32] Jorval Kad Ordo: was heralded by a single ship. It had been years since the young warlord had laid eyes on the ancient ground, so many times visited and inhabited by warriors going back thousands of years. Still, he did not come to take in the flesh-eating diseases and vile beasts, attractive as they were. He emerged from the jungle and on to the Mandalorian compound a few short moments after the ship's landing. His trophy-staff in hand, and his armor decorated in various trophies. He rolled his shoulders once, "I have come to settle things." He snarled in a very sterotypically Ordo manner.

[09:39] Nicci Ordo had been working on her repeater.  She was always working on a weapon of some kind.  If someone were to visit her house they might think her a hoarder, only with weapons piled high everywhere rather than junk.  She almost dropped it when she heard a voice she had not heard in years.  She looked up slowly from the weapon, her face going from neutral to scowling in a matter of seconds.  "Ah, the prodigal son returns.  Given your previous actions as a hut'uun, why do you care to settle things now. I do not know why I care, yet the question is out there, nonetheless."

[09:46] Jorval Kad Ordo: remained where he stood for a few moments, his helmetted head rolling slowly to stretch his neck. "I have led campaigns under two separate Mand'alore and killed countless aruetiise... I have spent this time preparing for this very moment."  He pressed his right hand forward, the one which held the electric staff, "My weapon." he growled before driving its end into the dirt, letting it stand vertically from the ground, "Choose your's."

[09:55] Nicci Ordo looked at the weapon he had thrown before her, idly wondering what such a thing would do to phrik armor, which had a habit of shorting out such things.  But surely he had chosen it for a reason.  she looked at her repeater in her hands, and set it aside.  Her sith blade would probably not even cooperate unless she was fighting a force user.  She pulled the two blades from her back, the ones gifted to her by A'denla.  "You have also claimed to be kyr'tsad, not once, but twice now.  As far as I am concerned your achievements mean nothing unless you can defeat a real mandalorian.  Arutiise.  Ha.  As if I am supposed to be impressed with that." she snarled.  She held up the blades.  "You defeat me I will return ner aliit to your leadership.  But I want to be your alor-ad, so that never again may you make a decision for ner aliit without consulting me first, as we originally agreed." she replied.  She wanted to do what was best for her clan ultimately, not just herself, but she could not trust him until he had

[10:04] Jorval Kad Ordo: watched her draw her weapons of choice and name her terms. The young chieftain himself cracked his knuckles as she spoke. "Accepted." He said in reply, almost immediately. Finally, so many months spent bullying lesser clans, ravaging boring aruetyc colonies would come to an end. Finally, he would battle someone of apparent worth. it was what every Mando'ad strived for. Without another moment to lose, Jorval rushed forward, grabbing his lance along the way. He charged like a reek, and sounded like one too. The attack was simple; plow his opponent and drive her to the ground, through which he would follow up with other attacks. The attack worked numerous times against warriors from clans like Vizsla, and even more aruetiise.. but against another Ordo?

[10:12] Nicci Ordo had been going to propose they move to the battle circle, but she could not complain about one being so eager to draw blood that they wished to do it then and there.  She immediately brought up her blades, crossing them like an "X" in front of her, planting her the weight of her and her heavy armor into the dirt beneath her feet and blocking the charge, snagging the points of the long staff in the grooves that lined the exact center of her swords, something they were designed for.  Electricity from the weapon danced down the metal, but stopped short at the leather straps that wrapped around the hilt.  Using her strength, she would rip her blades away from their "X" formation, attempting to cause him to lose his grip on the weapon that was caught in them as they were yanked free of it.  She knew she would be on the defensive for the most part against such a long staff.

[10:17] Jorval Kad Ordo: would find his treasured lance ripped from his hands with relative ease, and such a jerk would send him tumbling past his target, though not quite falling. He rolled his shoulders as he turned back around and charged again, weaponless this time. He aimed to ldrive his shoulder into her stomach, and wrap both arms around her thighs. If he managed this, he would lift the heavily armored rival off her feat, and through her back on the ground with all the power he could conjure.

[10:24] Nicci Ordo was expecting him, if she had succeeded, to immediately make a dive for the weapon, but he did the unexpected and lunged at her, weaponless.  She found his shoulder suddenly in her stomach, and while it did not hurt as much as it could have were she unarmored, she found herself caught offguard and knocked off balance, even moreso when he wrapped his arms around her and threw her into the ground, landing with such a heavy thud she made a dent in the soil itself.  Trying her best to ignore the fact the wind had been knocked out of her, she brought her arms up, bringing both weapons clanging together and attempting to stab in a downward position at the point where his shoulder connected to the rest of his torso, hoping to find a gap in the armor under the fur.

[10:31] Jorval Kad Ordo: could not realistically move so quickly after expending such energy into lifting someone as heavily armed as himself into the ground. Thus, the blade would find itself cleaving through his pelt, and indeed cut through the flight suit beneath. it would gash the warlord trap before he jerked back with a snarl, the blood streaming freely and pooling over his pelt where it had been penetrated. Still, he did not relent; He went for her again, determined to keep her on the ground. His boot raised itself over her head and drove itself down upon it. If it worked, she would be protected by the helmet, but the impact of his boot would likely cause some degree of trauma for the head beneath.

[10:36] Nicci Ordo couldn't help but admire his determination.  Any outsider who took a wound like that would have no use of their arm.  But not an Ordo.  She flailed a bit as his boot came crashing into her head.  His heavily armored weight actually made a dent in the older helmet.  She was protected from the blow, but it made her head ring like hell and found herself successfully kept on the ground.  Doing her best to get him back on the ground with her at least, attempted to swing her leg around to his other leg, the one not smashing her head into the ground, and attempted to kick him off his feet.

[10:42] Jorval Kad Ordo: was in the process of recovering from his epic stomp when the other leg was vulnerable, and indeed the vulnerability was seized upon. He was swept off his feet and landed with a tremendous thud on the grass beside his opponent. Still, he would act quickly. He would sit up and rise to his knees, trying to drive his armored forearm straight into her visor, hoping to press on his attack on the same body part. In the time it took him to get in position however, the opponent could have retaliated.

[10:49] Nicci Ordo's head was still ringing from the blow to her helmet.  She took a few extra seconds to shake herself and get re-oriented, so she was a bit slower than normal.  She did manage to get her blades up in time to block his forearm, though just barely.  Ears still ringing, but mind more centered, she would attempted to throw her body into a roll until she was on top of him, straddling his center.  Should she succeed she would notice his weapon near where they had fallen, grabbing it and trying to press it into his neck to choke him with it.

[10:56] Jorval Kad Ordo: would gasp as he was rolled over with his opponent securely on top of him. His own weapon was not securely pressed against his neck, and she could clearly hear gagging and choking noises coming from the Death Watch-inspired helmet that now adorned his head. Both his hands came up to grasp the staff in the same places her own hands were, and he put all his available strength into pushing the staff off from his neck, like a deadly chest press. When he lifted it sufficiently, he attempted to drive the rod into her helmet to get her off.. If this work, he would swiftly rise to his feet and try to drive the electrified prongs into his opponent's side, accompanied by a mighty roar.

[11:07] Nicci Ordo again had to admire his strength, and with a wounded shoulder, especially with how heavy her armor was.  She was thrown off him, and his electrified prongs pierced her side, causing her to cry out in pain, though it would sound more like a wounded lioness.  Electricity crawled over her body like a venomous spider, causing her to roar in pain even louder.  Due to the length of the staff she could not reach any vital parts of his body to try and get it off her.  Her body convulsed from the electricity, so instead she brought a blade down on the generators at the base of the blade part of the staff, trying to damage them so that it could not generate anymore current to send through her.

[11:11] Vente'rro'rloth had received word through the network of Mando'ade he'd been inducted into that a matter of no small import was taking place within the very Clan he'd hoped to join. Deeming it prudent to attend, the Chiss trooper had succeeded in pulling favours to arrange a seat aboard a shuttle heading to the duel's location. Doubtless, there'd be others amidst the Clan who'd have taken healthy interest in the tense outcome of such a challenge, and stepping forward towards the edge of the skirmish, Vente'rro'rloth's harsh crimson hues fell upon a brutal struggle that was already underway. Without seeking to intrude on the proceedings, the figure garbed in a battered and scorched suit of polymer Composite armor stood off to one side, bracing his weight upon the tall haft of a crude looking Bevii'ragir hunting spear. Atop it, the severed heads of Ordo's foes lay starkly displayed; their faces a gore-encrusted ruin, yet long dead by now. Before him, the battle continued to rage under the mighty spear thrust of the Alor's [11:11] Vente'rro'rloth  electro-stave, its serrated tines biting into the female challenger he'd yet to meet. Beneath his mask, the Chiss' features tightened from the tense battle.

[11:17] Jorval Kad Ordo: kept the staff injected in his opponent's side, fully intending to leave her body a scorched (not dead) mess if he was allowed to continued, and he snarled as he kept the staff inserted. Alas, that was not the case. her sword succeeded in slashing down upon on the weapon's exposed generators and, not only did it render it a plain lance, it also knocked it away from her side. With the blood his injury in his shouldeer pooling further and soaking the pelt he wore, he felt bloodcrazed, stepping forward again and raising the lance, driving it down upon her with a roar in the opes of slicing her through the abdomen once again, and pinning her to the ground

[11:26] Nicci Ordo sighed in relief as the electricity stopped running high voltage current through her body.  Her whole body tingled with the sensation, though luckily for her had fused any internal bleeding she may had suffered as a result of the stabbing and left her with only a deep surface wound.  She was weak from the exertion of such a blow.  She managed to get her blades in the "X" formation to try and block the second blow, and succeeded in doing so, but the force of the lance driving into her pushed the blades back against her abdomen and sent the tips of his own blade into her side anyway, just not as deep.  She could live with metal in her side though, and immediately tried to push the snagged lance back while kicking out with her legs, trying to knock him off his feet again.

[11:30] Vente'rro'rloth kept the scrutiny of his harsh looking eyes upon the skirmish, noting how the wounded Alor he found himself training under was favouring the reach his polearm afforded him, keeping his assailant at bay to stave off further injury. A smart move, the analytical Chiss deemed quietly, his helmed head dipping in silent approval. Alas, the former CEDF trooper hadn't factored the sheer fortitude of a Mandalorian, his brows lofting at the sight of the dark-clad woman loosing a leonine roar, hacking at the power generators on his Alor's weapon, only to render its paralytic electrical currents inert. The sight of the two combatants caught in their desperate struggle drew a thought to the Chiss' mind, trying to dimly recall the Mando'a word for battle; the urge to fight. A pause followed, in which 'Error's brow furrowed in thought, mulling it over before eventually breaking his silence, to mutter a muted, "Aka- ... Akaanir." The phrase sounded familiar; he'd certainly read it somewhere in the datapad he was given. [11:30] Vente'rro'rloth  "Akaanir." He recited again, before soon growing in confidence -- enough to shout the chant anew, "Akaanir! Akaanir!" Fight! Fight! He urged onwards, thumping the base of his spear's haft against the worn earth to join his enthusiasm to the masses of onlookers that had gathered at the compound.

[11:34] Jorval Kad Ordo: would have his lance knocked away and, in the midst of it, be swept off his feet and tossed toward the ground, the blood from his injury spurting out into the humid jungle air as his back hit the ground for a second time, letting out a rough grunt. lance still in hand, the young chieftain rolled over to his side, bringing his lance forward in a powerful, albeit reckless, thrust which was just as likely to hit a stomach, leg, arm, or nothing with its lack of calculation. At this point, Jorval merely tried to keep her at bay as he recovered.

[11:37] Slade Steele had been informed of the duel some time ago, but took his time to travel from the Core Worlds all the way to the Inner Rim. Upon entering the Japrael sector, his Kom'rk Fighter headed for one of Onderon's many moons: Dxun. He felt connected to Dxun on a metaphysical level, it was a world where he'd accomplished his final trial and become a warrior. Though the Mandalorian starship landed a ways off, the sound of a lone jetpack echoing through the forest he'd passed. He landed atop one of the many structures, not interrupting the duel and instead quietly observing it.

[11:42] Nicci Ordo was hyperfocused.  She did not notice anything around her but her opponent.  The moon could have been colliding with it's host planet of Onderon and she wouldn't care.  She had managed to get up, for the first time since the fight began.  Her wounds stained the grass red under the two warriors.  She was finally able to breathe like normal for the first time since he had knocked the wind out of her, and her shoulders rose and fell from the heavy breaths she inhaled, but each one hurt like hell, making the muscles of her abdomen move ever so slightly.  Being injured sent her into her usual berserker mode.  His thrust with his lance was sent bouncing off one of her shoulder plates as she rushed him, attempting to get inside the range of that long lance and attempting to stab one of her blades upwards in the underarm of that which carried it.

[11:48] Vente'rro'rloth kept up his chant, and beside him, a few others joined in a ragged shout of "Akaanir! Akaanir!" Drumming up the reputed ferocity of the Ordo clan's lust for battle. Born of a usually cold, aloof, and disciplined race, it was a strange, yet oddly thrilling sensation to succumb to a modicum of enthusiasm; an experience that got him dishonourably discharged from the CEDF for breaking rank and giving chase to a fleeing foe. His chanting faltered only as the sudden echoed sounds of a jetpack's vents screeched into earshot, causing his helmet's optics to loft upwards, scouring the skies above until the sight of another Mando'ade came into view, landing atop the roof. As a relatively new face amidst these people, 'Error' failed to immediately recognize the man as Steele -- one of the many Mando'ade he'd fought alongside in the battle prior. Instead, he turned back to the conflict just in time to see the black armored woman juking up through the tines of Jorval's spear, lurching forwards in an attempt at breaking [11:48] Vente'rro'rloth  his guard and slicing up at his exposed limb. At this, another pang of tension gripped him, and the Chiss' focus was soon consumed in silence once more. [11:50] M-D3 falls to his knees as he enters the camp and dramatically untops his canteen and downs all of it, splashing his face and chest. "Civilization!"

[11:51] Jorval Kad Ordo: widened his eyes as his opponent went into the all-too-familiar Ordo berserker rage, the likes of which he was accustomed to dealing to others, not receiving. The lance bounced harmlessly from her shoulder armor, and her deadly-swift blade fround itself digging under his vulnerable arm, piercing his otherwise impressive bicept and jutting out the other end, impaling it effectively. The warrior let out a fearsome, pained roar that was very similiar to that of his rival when she was injured; like a wounded beast. Blood flowed freely down from the weapon's blade, and purted outward from where the blade emerged, staining his helmet and furs. This triggered a very similar bloodcrazed rage. He would try to grip the impaled weapon by its leather grips and swerve away from her, hopefully ripping it from her grip. If this worked, he would slide the weapon from his arm, roaring in pain as he did before lunging forward. If this all worked, he would now try to drive her very own sword, now drenched in his blood, deep [11:51] Jorval Kad Ordo: into her gut with a powerful thrust.

[11:57] Slade Steele simply continued watching the bloodcrazed duel, studying the style of each combatant and tipping his head quietly in personal appreciation.

[11:59] Nicci Ordo's blade was sharp, and the opening the center was especially good at gutting others.  Rather resenting this fact now as she felt it sink into her already wounded side.  She gripped the blade for several seconds, her breathing labored as she stumbled back and fell to one knee, her insides further staining the grass red under her.  She flipped her other blade upside down and made a fist around it, attempting to stab it into his foot as hard as she could before falling over.  Forgetting basic for the time being, she growled, "Bu'nas'a gar bal gar di'kutla tratur.."

[12:02] Vente'rro'rloth had known battle; had fought for nearly a decade as part of the Chiss Expansionary Defense Force, but the sight of such overt, unabashed savagery still painted a grim look and subtle cringe across his features the moment that shortsword's thrusting tip burst free of Jorval's skewered bicep. War, for the Chiss, was all about employing superior technology, at range, where the necessity for such barbarity was minimal, to say the least. Captivated despite himself, 'Error' found his attentions falter only at the arrival of another onlooker who'd stumbled forwards and emptied the last of his canteen. Surprised, the helmed figure leaned in only to quietly hiss a few short words from amidst the crowd, speaking up in Galactic Basic, "Where did you come from?! You've stumbled into an important duel," he commented, before turning back to the fight whilst ears strained to decipher the growled Mando'a loosed by Nicci. He couldn't discern their meaning from such distance. [12:06] M-D3 stands up and looks at his datapad "I just had to walk fourteen miles ((I am aware SW is in the metric system fuck it.)). After yesterday, Robby suggested I might be better suited in the mandos." he brushes himself off "I was warming up to the idea so he just....left me here. Guess I'm supposed to talk to the one with the cape if he lives."

[12:09] Slade Steele glanced down at M-D3, "Aha. You're the one Tracyn spoke of." he grunted, "We want all Clans within the Death Watch to remain strong and numerous. Speak to the victor of this duel about being adopted into Ordo: only fierce training will weed out the weak and allow the strong to prosper." he grunted, tapping the side of his helmet, "Nrgh. Infestus? Right now?" he spoke into the comm unit, "Fine. Prep my transport. We're going to Byss." he ordered in the background before waving a farewell to any who saw it, "Vode'an." he uttered the phrase before activating his jetpack and dashing off to yet another scene.

[12:10] Jorval Kad Ordo: continued pressing forward even after her own blade penetrated, trying to drive further as her blood spilled out on to his hand, mixing with his own. As she fell to the ground, the warlord let go of the blade hilt, failing to notice the other blade heading directly toward his boot. It would break through and penetrate in much the same way the other blade did to his bicep. Another snarl emitted as he fell on his back. scrambling on the bloody grass for his lance and grabbing it with his uninjured left hand, and turning to try and thrust it once more, this time aiming for her leg, hoping to immobilize her. If it worked, the Alor would attempt to simply rise to his feet, though it would take significantly longer due to the fact his foot was cleaved. [12:11] Scipio The Aqueduct Purger (unlivedphalanx.mcmahon): ((No worries

[12:18] Nicci Ordo actually tried to use the blade, still pushed in his foot, as a mean to pull her body off the ground.  Once his lance was stabbed into her leg however, she collapsed right back down again, her blade twisting away from his foot once he tried getting up.  She again tried to get up, but the wounds in her abdomen had made the muscles stiff an unyielding.  Were they in war, she would have merely removed her blasters and fired everything she had until she was dead or they were, but this was a duel, and they had agreed on a certain set of weapons.  "Ni srunehyaor..."she relented.  Her blood soaked blades were set down, and she took a moment to breathe, though her wounds were reaching a critical point.

[12:20] Vente'rro'rloth remained attentive to the new arrival's words, "Yesterday? What happened yesterday?" Could this be mere coincidence, or had this strange new arrival been present at the liberation of Jakelia? So many brave men and women - of Mando'ade stock and volunteer alike - had participated, and bled during the fierce warzone, and with the rush of battle around him, 'Error' couldn't truly remember every name and face within his unit. "The one in the cloak is Jorval, the Alor - or Chieftain, in Galactic Basic - of Clan Ordo. The woman in black durasteel? I'm unfamiliar with, though its said she seeks to rule as Alor of Clan Ordo. The outcome of this duel will determine her right to claim such a title." Though he sought to prove helpful and keep this new arrival informed, 'Error' continued to keep his gaze upon the tumbling pair of combatants, watching as the torn and trodden grass beneath their boots was stained and smeared in mud and blood alike. "Akaanir!" the Helot barked again, joining his voice to the crowd of [12:20] Vente'rro'rloth  onlookers, "Akaanir!" To one unlearned in the Mando'a tongue, it was likely safe to assume the words were some manner of battlecry, meant to goad the duelists onward. Alas, despite the encouragement of the crowds, it appeared there came a lull in the skirmish, and the dark armored woman dropped her blades with a clatter, uttering a few breathless words he still couldn't hear from such distance. Was it over? Had the pair arrived at some outcome? The crowd appeared to grow quieter, their attentions absorbed once again.

[12:23] M-D3 nods to the chiss, clicking on his datapad with surprising ease with his large pincer like digits. "Yes I'm Robby....er I mean Tracyn's pilot, field medic and general technician. We're all part of a crew together...one big happy family. I'd be spaced right now if I didn't have these clamps for arms though. Who's idea was it to shoot the forward view port?"

[12:27] Jorval Kad Ordo: snarled again as the blade twisted inside his foot, having him tumble to one knee. His rival however, had finally relented.. A mix of relief and dissapointment filled him. Relief because iof his victory, and dissapointment that they could not continue battling. The sheer ferocity dealt by his opponent was one he had sought out in all his battles, and it would be regarded as such. The still-Alor managed to retain his stability on one knee, breathing very heavy breaths, blood-stained pelt rising with his shoulders with each one. He gestured toward the familiar helot, "Get the Alor'ad into a bacta tank." he snarled in command, proclaiming his adherance both to the terms set, and her health as a clan-sister from this point forward. "Now."

[12:28] M-D3 "Excuse me sir I am a doctor."

[12:31] Nicci Ordo snorted, "Well that is good because the cables that power the bacta tanks got eaten by cannocks and I have not had the chance to repair it," she wheezed, finally noticing there were others here and she and Jorval had not been alone while locked in combat.  She looked up at him.  "You only won because I trained you.  I am sticking to that," she grunted.  "Alor," she finished with, to let him know she now acknowledged him as such and that would not be changing.

[12:33] Vente'rro'rloth seemed to come to his own conclusion that, indeed, the battle was done, and the reigning Alor retained his seat of power as the ruling body of the Clan. A faint huff was loosed from the Helot's lungs, diffusing the tension before he glanced back at the bearded cyborg beside him, "Who shot out the-- ... You -were- at Jakelia, then! A strange coincidence to find you here, too." Alas, there was little time to discuss further, as before long, the Alor's gaze was upon him, issuing prompt instruction for the Helot to assist the bloodied Alor'ad. "Elek, Alor," he replied in affirmation, keeping to relatively simple Mando'a phrases. Stepping forwards, the Chiss reached down with one arm, offering a gloved gauntlet to Nicci in attempt at helping her to her feet. His free arm braced his weight - and Nicci's - against the Bevii'ragir he carried, should she accept his support, "Lean against me, Alor'ad. It seems we've a doctor who can aid you." [12:34] M-D3 follows the two of them. "Yes" he types on his datapad which shoots a laser at her and starts to scan her. "We can improve her. Make her better than before. I have so many ideas."

[12:37] Nicci Ordo accepted the hand, and was lifted up, though she would weigh an absolute ton to someone not used to grappling with her.  "Who the kriff are you?" she asked the armored individual.  She looked at the one claiming to be a doctor, "You do anything other than heal me back to what I was and I will tear out your esophagus and feed it to you." she growled. [12:38] Torbruk Stark (carsonator17) is offline. [12:38] Jorval Kad Ordo: retained his stability, doing his best to avoid any further pain, "You may call me Jorval." He growled at Nicci , "We are past titles." He stayed where he was, the blood still seeping from his many wounds dealt to him, "Get on with it." The man needed help himself [12:39] Torbruk Stark (carsonator17) is online.