A Prodigal Son Returns

[Ral]

Es'pir Outskirts, Concordia
Mandalore System, Mandalore Sector
2200 Hours Local Time
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Eleven years. It had been eleven years since Ral Vizsla had returned home. Well, technically this wasn't home, but it's as close as he could get without setting foot on his native soil. Ral simply figured Mandalore's moon was close enough to be considered home to him. He spent plenty or time on the blasted rock as a child anyways for it to count; it definitely had enough of his sweat and blood in the soil for it to be a close relation. When he had first left home, he didn't think he'd be gone for eleven long and formative years. The road-weary Mandalorian was sure he would have died or returned many years earlier, but life seemed to get in his way on many occasion, offering a new lead into the murder of his father, or a job would turn up he had to take. Now, all the prospects had dried up, all the leads had gone cold, and Ral realized it was time to return home and do what he was born and raised to do. To be a force for change on Mandalore.

When the ship Ral was on dropped out of hyperspace over the planet that was his homeworld and it's small moon, the Mandalorian smiled at the colorful orbs below. They were so close now. Ral and his companions decided to arrive via smuggler to avoid a paper trail and thus suspicion. After all what they were planning was something that got people killed more often than not, so staying under the radar for as long as possible would be of paramount importance.

As the ship touched down, Ral stepped off into one of the lush forests of Mandalore's moon. He was thankful their smuggler managed to get them onto the moon and land them in an unpopulated area. It would make staying undetected much easier. Thanking the female Togruta that had transported them there, giving her a tip for the professional delivery, the Mandalorian placed the flowery blue helmet on his head and walked to join the small ring of his companions. Looking each one in the face or visor before he spoke, Ral gave a single nod before he spoke. "Alright everyone, you all should know the plan. Stay inconspicuous and put your ear to the ground. See if we can find anyone who might want to support us. We're going to need all the help we can get to pull this thing off. We'll meet in Kelborn's Tavern in Es'pir in three days. Any questions?"

@Arclight @Jabonicus @Bardan Kex

 

[Jabonicus]

Zevi, though skeptical of the plan at first, eventually agreed to accompany her friend on this mission. Had anyone else asked her? Chances are, she would have refused out of pure skepticism. The blue-skinned Togrutan stretched her legs as she stepped out of the craft, checking over her gear as Ral spoke. She nodded, before speaking up in response.

"What exactly should we say? Asking people if they want to overthrow the Mandalore isn't exactly the best way to approach the subject." She claimed, giving a brief check to the thrusters attached to her boots. Putting her red, custom fitted helmet on, she looked over the strange land of Mandalore's moon.It always seemed odd to her, how moons of all things seemed to harbor vast expanses of life.

 

[Arcangel]

Mandalore, his home, or so it was once upon a time. Caedryn Vizsla had last been on Mandalor six years ago, and before that only on occasion. His time at medical school on Rhinnal had ensured that he barely saw his homeworld for the better part of six years, so it could be said that it had been twelve years since he had truly been home. The last time he had been to Mandalore had been...painful. Returning home after earning his doctorate, he had discovered that his father had been killed in a duel, for politics. Driven mad with grief, he had murdered his father’s killer while he slept, a secret that he would take with him to the grave.


Now that they had arrived above Mandalore, Caedryn couldn't help but admire the beautiful planet below. Regretfully, Mandalore was not their first destination. Deciding it unwise to begin their work on the planet itself, his cousin Ral had instead opted to begin on the planets moon, Concordia. As the ship turned to fly towards the moon, Caedryn found himself stretching his neck to get one last glimpse at his homeworld before it was out of view.


The ship touching down, Caedryn followed Ral and Zevi off the smuggler’s ship, Bardan not far behind him. Waiting with the three while Ral payed off the smuggler, Caedryn couldn’t help but snicker as Ral put on his flowery blue helm, the carefully painted tulips decorating it in an almost dainty way, completely off-putting any fearsome quality that could be find in a normal set of armor. A solemn moment passed between the four, all knowledgeable about what they were setting out to do, and what the consequences would be if they failed. Following the moment of silence, Ral vaguely outlined the current plan, gather intelligence, and find support before meeting up for a nice cold beer in Es’pir. Nodding in agreement, Caedryn then listened to Zevi’s complaints before voicing his own questions.


“So Flowers,” addressing his cousin in the mocking nickname, earned because of the flowered helm upon his head. “Are we finally gonna meet this girl that you’ve been pining after all these years?” A joking tone in his voice, feeling that something needed to break the tension between the four. Giving Ral a moment to undoubtedly shoot back a snide comment or maybe even hit him, Caedryn would then follow with a more serious question. “How much support will be enough? I can’t imagine us being able to pull this off with just a few backwoods Concordian Clans.”

@Bardan Kex

 

[Bardan Kex]

Snoring had echoed through the ship, the noise mixing with the gentle hum of the freighter's engines as they emerged from hyperspace above the world of Mandalore. Bardan Kex, or Kyrze as he was sometimes refered to as of late, slept soundly in one of the transport's chairs. Unlike Caedryn and Ral the Mandalore System was not some home he had never thought to see again for him that wasn't even Antaris, the world he had been born on or even the Jedi Temple. No for him home had always been the stars, traveling between them, always on the move always on the look out for the next adventure. For Bardan the home of his friends, the home of his mother, was just another of those adventures, one more in a long list and not one that's excitement would prevent him from sleeping off a hang over.

The Ex-Jedi would awaken shortly before the transport would land as one of his companions, presumably Zevi, shoved his feet off a table he had been propping his boots on. Rising he would don his helmet as he joined the others in checking over their gear, the two other men both had half hidden looks of excitement on their faces while Zevi was well, Zevi. As the ship set down and the boarding ramp dropped Bardan would follow the other two down with their gear as Ral went about paying of the Torgruta Smuggler. As the trio stood in a half circle gazing out across the clearing Bardan would triple check to make sure he had his equipment secured, putting his hand against his rifle, pistol and then finally the lightsaber he wore at the small of his back, his oldest weapon and one he frequently played off as just being a trophy. Ral would approach the trio, placing the tu'lip covered helm on his head before briefly giving a reminder of why they were there. Caedryn would respond with a jab at the Helmet as always, before getting to a serious matter, mean while Zevi would question how they were to go about recruitment and spreading the message. She always did know how to feed him away to make a snide remark at her expense.

"Well darlin' I've gotta couple ideas on how you could approach that." he'd turn his helmed gaze to the former slave he and Ral had saved. "It'll require you to show some skin. Oh and too actually be a little charming for once."

 

[Ral]

Ral shot his cousin a very flat look; Caedryn could probably feel the deadpan stare being delivered through Ral's visor as he attempted to have a go at Ral about his cousin's helmet and his past. The man with the flowery blue helmet thought about giving that a serious answer, but then chose not to. Ral doubted Moira was on Mandalore, though he hoped she was secretly, but he knew it would simply be a distracting tangent. So, Ral moved off of the subject, looking at Zevi just as Bardan finished delivering his quip to her. Smiling beneath his helmet, Ral nodded at his old friend. "If you'll forgive Bardan's attitude he isn't far off from the truth of the matter. We'll all need to be somewhat charismatic over the next few days. Put our people skills to use and get to know the locals, see what their thoughts are on recent events and how they've been handled. That will be an important way into finding out if they might support us."

"And showing some skin wouldn't hurt either, but that will probably only work for you I'm afraid," Ral motioned to the blue skinned Togruta and chuckled a little before turning to look at the other two companions. "Try and put feelers out to all levels. From farmers up to military commanders, doctors, etc. We want maximum coverage and representation. Good luck everyone. I'll see you in three days."

---72 Hours later, Kelborn's Tavern, Es'pir---
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The grim-Grim - looking Vizsla sat at the bar of the Tavern, a mirror positioned on the wall across from him so he could watch who entered without turning around to look. His face was weathered with mostly healed scars, but there were a few prominent ones that still remained, the ugly lightsaber burn down his left brow and cheek for one. It would label him as a warrior who had seen combat, and despite being a stranger would offer him a pittance more respect than some of the greener Mandalorians in the bar at that moment. His cybernetic right hand would clench around the glass mug, bringing the foamy ale to his lips where he would sip it for several long seconds as he watched a new group entered the bar. On the counter before him, next to the coaster of his drink, his lapis lazuli helmet sat, the blue base coat warn, faded, and scratched away so the metal would be seen, but the colorful, if not girly flowers, would appear relatively new, like they had been cared for and touched up repeatedly over the years by an expert hand. No doubt it brought as many strange looks as stares of wonder at his scars, but Ral was now used to it. Eleven long years could do that.

Placing his mug down he noticed the first of his companions to return. It looks like they had managed to find some people.

@Grim, @T.J, @Tsunami

 

[Tsunami]

De'vad had been wandering for months now, unsure what to do with himself now that he had left the military. A lot of the friends he had made were still enlisted and with no family to go back to, there was a noticeable void left in his life. He'd got by, using his training as a private military contractor for a large company. Nothing too serious, and he certainly was not getting involved in anything illegal, but the close protection work was good pay, and he always liked the expressions on the faces of those he escorted, elated that it was a Mandalorian who would be protecting their life.

De'vad had been keeping himself busy in other ways too, helping out at a local weapons store as a technician in his spare time. He didn't get paid, and did it mostly for the company if he was honest. That and the discounts that the owner allowed him to have on any and all merchandise.

It was almost as if fate had thrown De'vad a lifeline, some form of calling when Bardan Kex approached him. He wasn't sure what drew Bardan too him, maybe it was because De'vad wore the same colours as his armour in the form of a kama; or perhaps he had heard a sliver of information about a troubled and rough past. Never the less when he was offered a place within a group of likeminded individuals, he couldn't have passed it up. He wouldn't have, the dream was too important and all those involved would be certainly part of history.

---Kelborn's Tavern, Es'pir---
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He had arrived at the tavern doors first and opening them he had no idea what to expect. Would he be greeted by a small but strong group, or would he be met by a larger more diverse group, regardless of who was within he was ready for what was to come. As the leather of his glove pushed against the door and forced it open he looked inside to see but a single man, staring into a mirror with his face a telling sign of a warrior. Upon the counter a helmet that seemed to have flowers upon it, it was strange and as he opened the doors he paused for a moment, to take the place in as well as ponder the mans choice in kit.

He walked further into the bar, his weapons held by a strap around his body it hung down to his right side and he removed his helmet, this wasn't a battlefield and if they were to converse it would be polite to do so. His face did not show the wear that the man at the bars did, he was still youthfully rugged in his appearance, his hair and beard trimmed and manageable.

He went to introduce himself "De'vad Kryze I..." he stopped as the door opened once more, the vision in the mirror told De'vad it was another Mandalorian, he paused and waited. No sense in introducing himself twice, three times or however many would walk through the door. He was very proper, still in the habit of Military decorum and stood rigid, as if almost at attention, regardless of his appearance though, he was relaxed and calm.

 

[Jabonicus]

As usual, Zevi responded to their jabs at her with a sneer, brushing them off. When they finally departed into various directions, she was sure to give an elbow to Bardan's ribs. Something he would be used to from her, and if anything, was her special way of saying goodbye to him.


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Three days had passed when the Togrutan returned. Behind her was a small group, one she was oh so proud to have gathered. Even if they weren't top notch fighters, they needed more than soldiers willing to die for a cause. They needed a people to live for a cause.

She pushed open the door, walking in, followed by an impressively sized group. Well, impressive for Zevi, considering she wasn't exactly the most charismatic person.

The first to follow her was a large man, rippling with muscles. Despite looking like the kind of man who could take down a beast with ease, he wore a gentle smile, and was wearing what seemed to be a chefs outfit. On his back was a bag full of supplies of some sort.

Others behind Zevi included two doctors, a single farmer who brought nothing but the clothes on his back, and three militiamen, wearing put together armor that they had obviously put together themselves.

With a smile, she pulled off her helmet, placing it next to Ral's. Giving him a toothy grin, she let him look over the people she had brought. Obviously, she was waiting for some sort of response, whether it be from Ral or someone else.

 

[Bardan Kex]

After years of practice Zevi had gotten quite used to elbowing Bardan in just the right spot to slip in between the plates of his armor and strike his ribs. On the other side of the coin however, Bardan had many years of practice receiving the blow. Rolling with the hit, he'd still instinctively clutch at his side. "I'll miss you too sweet cheeks!" he'd call after her as she walked off. "Guess I should get going then, see you all in a couple days."

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For Bardan the last few days had been exhausting, moving from place to place, interacting with all kinds of people in all kinds of ways. From Farmers to their daughters to soldiers and back to the farmer's daughters. He wanted to be sure he could spread the word of what the group had hoped to accomplish anyway he could, he had to make sure the message got out an reached the ears of others. He had employed many methods; simple conversation, helping people with their day to day tasks, sharing a drink and yes even a couple of bar fights, one he had lost and the other he won yet both times he'd come away with new friends. It was times like these that reminded him of his old master, she had always insisted that the best way to help people, to get them to listen, to get them to care about what you had to say was to work beside them and to show them you weren't so different from them. That had applied when he was a Jedi interacting with the galaxy as a whole, and that helped him as a Rebel trying to get people to join the cause.

The son of House Kyrze had only brought three of those he had recruited with him to the tavern, one from each of the three counties he'd had visited and each of them among the most charismatic. His reasoning had been simple, if anyone had found out about the meeting that wished to prevent it, they would only be able to take so many of them. Besides once these three had heard the message from the man who would be king, the could take the word back and spread it themselves, establishing themselves as leaders of rebel cells. He'd of course also sent a lost Son of Mandalore ahead as well, hoping he would find purpose in their cause.

Bardan and his followers had entered the tavern shortly before Zevi and her gaggle, heading to the bar first rather than directly to their leader to look less suspicious as well as fetch a drink. From his place near at the bar, the former Jedi inspected those that followed the Torgruta. He chuckled faintly, she'd recruited more people than he thought she would have and seeing as he only had three with him, she'd likely think she found more. Ordering another drink he'd walk up to her and place the drink on the table infront of her.

"Hey there. Buy you a drink?" he'd ask, before taking a seat across from her, he'd let a smile fade to mock disappointment as he looked at her. "Oh... Hey Zevi. I see you managed to make some friends."

He'd raise his mug to them in greeting as the other three warriors of different backgrounds sat beside him. He'd glance at Ral raising his mug to the man as well. "Ral, good to see you."

 

[Arcangel]

Caedryn felt Ral’s eyes boring into him. He wasn’t particularly surprised by Ral’s response, it was the usual response for whenever he asked the question. Still, he was curious as to what the answer was, and who the mystery woman who his cousin was so smitten with for so long. Chuckling behind his helmet, Caedryn knew that today wasn't the day, so he dropped the matter. Taking his leave of the group, Caedryn set out in an attempt to find some like-minded revolutionaries.


--72 Hours later, Kelborn’s Tavern, Es’pir--


After three days, Caedryn had had a moderate success. Deciding to be ambitious, and a little risky, Caedryn had hitched a ride from a local farmer to one of Concordia’s spaceports. Spending his time loitering around in the pubs and cantina’s of the spaceport, it hadn’t taken him long to find a variety of different rebellious and disgruntled sorts, including an old trainer of his. From smugglers and spacers to a handful of soldiers and corvette captains, there seemed to be a level of discontent with the current Mandalore. Caedryn even managed to find someone calling himself a knight of Mandalore, which he recalled being told some vague legends about as a small child, though he was certain that they had died off. He now arrived at Kelborn’s tavern in a large landspeeder, riding with the three naval captains and a handful of others. arriving in front of the tavern, Caedryn would disembark and lead his crew of recruits inside.


Arriving last, Caedryn would push open the doors, observing the crew that his fellows had managed to bring in before heading to the bar and ordering a beer. Sitting at the bar with the group he had brought for a few minutes, he would then get up and head over to the table with Ral and the others, he would sit down and nod to each person in turn.


“Zevi, Bardan, Flowers.”

 

[Grim]

Tryin Kryze found himself on a planet he had not visited in some time having been invited to come here from another that he had had some dealings with in the past. He trusted the man and had heard what he had to say, so here he was a bar on the outskirts of a town on a planet that might as well have been on the outskirts. He stepped through the door not sure what to find, but what he found was one of the most motley crews ever. He had worked with some odd outfits but this was probably the oddest looking from the outside. He didn't let it get to him and just took his spot with the large group that was assembled. Removing his battleworn helmet and heading to the bar to get a quick drink before joining the group.

"So I take it this is the 'party' I have been told about?" He was letting his connection to the Force help him get a basic read on most of them and he knew even before he asked that theses were the folks he was looking for. He rested his other hand on the hilt of his vibrolong sword as he toke his place with the crowd giving a nod to the man who had pointed him this way.

 

[Ral]

"Zevi," Ral gave the blue-skinned Togruta a nod, offering her a gentle pat on the back as she sat down next to him. He glanced at his friend for a moment, smiling at her before scanning the group she had led in. It was a rather motley crew of Mandalorians, a chef, some doctors, a farmer, some warriors from the militia. It wasn't much, but it was a start, it would help them get off their feet at the very least. After giving the group am approving smile, he motioned for them to sit down and bought them a round of drinks. Facing his friend again he remarked, "Well, you certainly did a remarkable job at getting this crew together, especially when considering you weren't sure how to go about it. Did you end up flashing a lot of skin?" He winked at her before motioning the bartender. "Bloodwine, the bloodier the better."

Taking a sip of his drink, the Vizsla which had gathered everyone there waited and watched for everyone to arrive. Once they did he ordered everyone new a drink, stood up, tapping Zevi on the shoulder and motioning for her to join him, giving the others an acknowledging nod and started moving tables together. Once there was enough spaces for everyone there, Ral pulled out a seat and placed his backside against the wood, waiting for the others to join them. Once they did, he cleared his throat. "Before we get started I'd like to thank everyone here for coming. If you're here it's because someone thought you think like I do, like my friends do. But, before I go any further, I want to let you all know there may be a few topics discussed which might make some of weak resolve uncomfortable. Topics that some might consider... disloyal." Ral's eyes scanned those present as he paused. "If that's not something you want to be a part of, then now's the time to leave. No one will hold it against you. We'll all just go our way and pretend like we never met here tonight."

Waiting for everyone to leave who didn't wish to be there, Ral finally spoke again. "Now it's time for introductions. You may call me Ral for now, I'm sure you've all met one of my friends, Zevi, Caedryn, Bardan. Now, how do you all feel about the current government? Think it could be better?" The Mandalorian watched the faces of those there. Watching for any tells, any signs. Keeping an eye in any twitch or twinge, seeing if anyone would try to mask discomfort or displeasure at what was being discussed. "I'm curious, if you could change things, what would you change? What would you like our people to be? What should they become?"

Waiting for their replies he'd listen, give a thoughtful nod and a response or comment, then finally respond. "I ask because I have a bit of a plan. It's high risk, but if it succeeds we'll be able to change the Mandalorians for good and become a force of change in the Galaxy. So, who wants to hear more?"

 

[Tsunami]

De'vad took his time to introduce himself to people as the group grew larger and larger. Chefs, farmers and soldiers all gathered in the tavern and he was stunned by the variety. He himself was ex-special forces and a demolitions expert and could only hope that the group would find his talents useful.

As the last of the attendees came through the door, Ral bought everyone a drink, got the group to push a large portion of the tables together and arrange seats around them before all sat down and Ral began to speak.

"Before we get started I'd like to thank everyone here for coming. If you're here it's because someone thought you think like I do, like my friends do. But, before I go any further, I want to let you all know there may be a few topics discussed which might make some of weak resolve uncomfortable. Topics that some might consider... disloyal." There was a slight pause and De'vad looked around, the faces of some that had come diverting from their eyes from Ral to the table bellow them. "If that's not something you want to be a part of, then now's the time to leave. No one will hold it against you. We'll all just go our way and pretend like we never met here tonight." He continues as De'vads leant back into his chair, his helmet resting on his laps and his arms folded over the top of it, he wasn't going to leave he'd at least hear Ral out before even considering leaving however there were a couple, that upon hearing the first words had no intention of staying. They apologised and left their dignity intact but their reasons questionable.

Ral continued with introductions of himself and his friends, his eyes scanning the room as he spoke before he posed a number of questions to the group. "Now it's time for introductions. You may call me Ral for now, I'm sure you've all met one of my friends, Zevi, Caedryn, Bardan. Now, how do you all feel about the current government? Think it could be better? I'm curious, if you could change things, what would you change? What would you like our people to be? What should they become?"

De'vad paused to see if anyone would go first and after the briefest of moment, he decided he may as well take the lead. "I am De'vad Kryze, Ex-Mandalorian Special Forces, I have only recently finished my service. Growing up in quite a traditional family I remember hearing stories of the great Mandalorians, the strong Mandalorians. Yet, I see a culture divided, groups still clinging to the old ways of life, a way of life that has seemingly been forgotten by those who lead us." He paused for a moment to clear his throat before continuing. "If I could change anything, it would be that we re-direct the flow, don't lead our people down a path that makes them soft. I want our people to be strong, like the ones my mother and father used to tell me about. We should unite the clans under common purpose, not pine to democrats but take action ourselves, for our benefit not the benefit of the wider galaxy."

There was a longer pause now. As he picked up his helmet and placed it down on the table. "What do I want? A reformed Mandalore, a united people and a common purpose."

 

[Jabonicus]

She gave Ral a sour face as he asked her if she had to show any skin. Sticking her tongue out, she brushed him off as he ordered a drink for her. "Please, if I got people to follow me just by stripping, I would have way more recruits." She responded. And then Bardan slip into a seat next to her, faking surprise as he noted that it was Zevi.

As he spoke, she looked past him, and it was obvious what she was looking for. She spotted the people he brought, and a wicked, triumphant grin went across her blue and white face. "Joke all you want Bardan, it looks like I brought more people than you." She claimed. She was quite proud of this, and as she listened intently to Ral speak of his plan, she quickly downed the bloodwine that had been brought to her.

The Chef that Zevi had brought stood up, a determined look in his eye. "They take my supplies!" He claimed angrily. "Take what's mine, and call me a traitor for daring to oppose the thieving hands of the Mandalore!" He exclaimed. "I lose money, I lose business, and I'm supposed to put up with it because the Mandalore says so!" With that, and a deep, sharp breath (one that could possibly pull the air from the lungs of a small child for more than a few seconds), he sat back down.

The Doctors agreed with the Chef, standing up, explaining how they've lost patients because they've either been short on supplies due to the greedy Government, or because they've been threatened into not treating someone. The Farmer exclaimed how his farm was taken from him, and he was thrown to the streets because a local Government official wanted to give his nephew a head start in farming. Then the militiamen stood up, a bit nervously at first until they found their voices, explaining that they simply couldn't agree with some of the orders they were given, how they seemed wrong, and quite simply, horrific.

 

[Bardan Kex]

The former Jedi shrugged in response to Zevi, taking a long sip from his ale. He was planning on letting the woman have this moment and revel in it when one of his recruits, a female warrior poet, spoke up. "Actually we left the rest behind, in order to limit suspicions. The three of us are gonna take Ral Vizsla's message back with us." Lowering his mug Bardan would simply offer Zevi a smug smile and a wink. After listening to De'vad's story (for the second time) and the Torgruta's group introduce themselves and go on about their plights and reasoning for seeking to join the fledgling rebellion, the man would motion for his trio to do the same. It was a mix of things that they had heard already in the young night, along with more desires for glory and to see Mandalorians rise to action rather than sit idly by. There was a war brewing out in the galaxy right now and it was a place for Mandalorians regardless of which side they ultimately took. One of the trio in particular, an inspiring bard of sorts went on a great lengths describing his wishes and the wishes of his 'brothers and sisters', he was certainly enthusiastic, but if Bardan let him the boy would go on all night. Standing the older warrior would slap the young jovially on the shoulder and hand him a mug of ale to shut him up, "Enthusiastic isn't he?"

 

[Arcangel]

Caedryn sipped his beer quietly, listening to the various individuals speak. One of the men that Bardan had brought was quite the talker, and he spoke for a long while before Bardan finally shut him up. Would make a good propagandist, Caedryn thought to himself quietly. Once the long winded man was done speaking, one of the Captains that Caedryn had recruited stood up to speak. He went on with a short speech about how some of the men in the Navy were fed up with the current Mandalore, how the government was showing an ever increasing cycle of using military force to step on the common people. After he was done, one of the soldiers Caedryn had recruited took his turn to speak, tired of the complacency the government was showing in the face of the obviously building Sith threat.

After the men were done speaking, Caedryn would raise his nearly empty bowl of beer in a sort of silent toast to what all the men were saying before finishing it off and signalling to the bartender for another round, sighing inwardly as he thought of his personal finances. He half considered putting it on his cousin's tab before shaking his head at the thought.

 

[Silverface]

Detaching himself from the shadows, Tiral placed a hand on Caedryn's shoulder and said a few softly spoken words. "Barman, this round and the previous ones are on my tab" he said, turning his helmeted gaze on the group of conspirators. "Drink your fill gentlemen with no worry of money" It was then a simple matter for the armoured figure to insert himself into the loose gathering, his distinctive scorched paintwork mixing with the myriad of colours already on display.

He nodded to Ral. "Heard you died. Glad to see it wasn't true" before directing what he said next to the group at large with a neutral tone, although his voice cracked a little, due to him preferring to speak very little "You're all voicing things that, were anyone here on this moon uncharitable, get yourself killed by a Guard hit squad, or a Protector assassin. I would know, I was one of them long ago. You might know the rest of what happened. Doesn't matter. What matters now is that our Mandalore is a tyrant."

He paused, pulling his helmet off and placing it next to Caedryn as he helped himself to an offered bowl of liquor from the bartender. "What next, young Ral? Some of us don't have the energy of youth to spend standing around listening to words" he adds as a closing remark, with a sly and knowing grin on his lips.​

 

[Grim]

Tyrin nodded in agreement to the quiet man who stepped from the back. He spoke the truth on many fronts as did the others it was clear there were many people who would be happy to hear this. Even in his own house there were many who did not like how the current Mandalore ran things. If you did not do as he said he removed you or sent you away many members of his House and Clan had been whisked away or sent to front on lone assignments or sent deep in the Republic space where they could never be heard from.

"I agree, the current Mandalore behaves more like a child than a leader. When the member who speaks on behalf a House brings up a concern they are sent away to deep in the republic or asked to leave and manage some asteriod far from anyone. He takes all that he sees mearly because he can. It is something we can't have last much longer. I can't speak for all my House and clan but I can speak with enough to say that Mandalore is little more than a soft milk drinker. Taking others work and glory as his own."

 

[Ral]

The son of Mandalore sat, giving each person in attendance their due attention, nodding when each Mandalorian finished their piece and moved on to the next. It was an eclectic group, but it would do. Finally, an older Mandalorian spoke; Ral knew his face and his name, though they had never personally met. His name was Tiral Bralor, and as far as Ral could remember he had a rather impressive reputation. Giving the older Mandalorian an acknowledging nod when he bought everyone their drinks. He then spoke a very true statement, one Ral recognized and was aware of before hand, and willingly took the risk of having the meeting anyways; they wouldn't get any support if they kept their plans to themselves forever after all. Thankfully, for the moment, everyone here seemed to be in agreement over one thing: the old Mandalore needed to go. If there was a spy amongst them, Ral only hoped Bardan would ferret them out with his "abilities."

Once Tyrin agreed, Ral grinned, standing up and looking Tiral then Tiral in the eyes, following suit with everyone else present as he spoke. "Tiral Bralor, glad of you to make it to our little meeting, I'm happy to announce I am still alive, despite the attempts of some Force Users and many pirates and mercenaries. Now, the road to reclaiming Mandalore is simple. We need support from the clans, and from the Defense Forces, and we'll need a symbol to rally around. That's why you're all here, we need you to help us find more allies and to convince the clans and those in the Guard that they should support our... change of leadership. We'll also need a symbol of historical importance; something that represents the strength and unity of the Mandalorian people. But let me be very clear: I don't want a civil war, I don't want to shed the blood of our brothers and sisters. We must do this as discretely, and as quickly as possible, so that those people we seek to replace will not discover our intent and attempt to paint us as bloodthirsty malcontents."

Reading the faces and expressions of those in the room, Ral finished, "I want our people to be strong again, my brothers and sisters, but to do that we're going to need to work together and support each other. What do you all say?"

 

[Jabonicus]

When Zevi was informed that Bardan actually had quite a bit more followers than she did, her face went back to its natural, sour state. She simply stared at Bardan, before turning back to her drink, slouching down in her seat. As the next round of free drinks came to her, she greedily gulped down her second helping of bloodwine, a small trickle going down her chin, contrasting against her blue skin before she wiped the intoxicating liquid away.

Looking over as each person stood up and told their story, she idly drunk her third glass. Then, as Ral stood up, proclaiming how he would lead them towards a united Mandalore, she raised her glass in agreement, her sharp teeth glistening in the dim light of the cantina. "I say we fight for our brothers and sisters!" She proclaimed alongside him.

 

[Bardan Kex]

Bardan sat back down after shutting the younger man up, where he'd begin his drinking anew. He'd raise a mug in thanks to the older fellow who offered to put all past, and future drinks for the occasion on his tab. He'd settle down, relaxing into his chair now that it seemed everyone was here. He'd reach out with the force, gently probing to see if there were any signs of malcontent or hostility towards Ral and his words as he spoke of rebellion against the present Mandalore. Other than feeling that one of their new companions was himself capable of feeling the force he got nothing out of it. "I too believe we should fight for our brothers and sisters, for a better future and a stronger Mandalore." standing along side Zevi and Ral he too would proclaim his support for the fight, before reaching across and tipping Zevi's drink as she went to take a sip. "Looks like I got you wet."