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Accalia stayed her place as Cana placed his focus on her. She could see him tense a bit, his paws tightening none the less, and even to an extent she could pick up that minute scent of his blood upon paw that started to drift from the Shistavanen. She was concerned a bit, the big male reminded her of how she felt when she’d first woken from unconsciousness with Barrus and the other Orar standing around her after the raid on her Master’s vessel.

Her greeting to him went better than she had expected, that uneasy growl and a whine of uncertainty made her more relaxed though. His actions and the way his body language spoke things to her that only a Shistavanen could understand certainly instilled in her a sense that he wasn’t going to be a problem. Still, Accalia had to maintain her calm, and to an extent that stance that seemed to indicate she had a control on the situation. If not for Cana’s sake, for the humans that were watching them, more importantly, watching her for signs that they should be reacting.

Those big blue eyes remained focused on Cana’s golden hues, she’d started to answer his question, then things changed just a bit as Verus calmly approached and took a stand next to her. Her formerly focused gaze on Cana broke as she took in and regarded the Fett standing next to her. Her ear nearest him flicked just slightly as she listened to his words and took in his bow.

Looking back to Cana to gauge his reaction she watched him bristle, a slight rise in him as his demeanor changed from a more passive one to a more dominant one. Oh Verus, a bold Fett as any, words which drew Cana in an attempt to respond to Verus. Accalia was quiet, her tail gave an inquisitive tilt back and forth as her male counterpart attempted to respond, though took a more tensed hold as he let out that menacing growl that elicited a response out of a few of the nearer men. Her hand raised towards them, open palm in a ‘stop’, or so she hoped both her gesture and that piercing blue glare in their direction would stave off their responses any further.

A tilt of her head had her focused back on Cana again though as he spat out that Shistavani. She understood most of what he said, had they both had time she could’ve likely understood every word, and Cana no doubt likely wouldn’t have mangled his Basic quite so badly.

Giving Cana a nod at his question she regarded the Fett Alor once more and translated best she could for her human bystander.

“His name is Cana Arkiss. Says he’s neither a ally nor a enemy, he’s only recently arrived and means no harm to us. He is without a pack, Solus...” Accalia spoke using that last word in a third language, one she didn’t have a great grasp on herself yet, starting to look back to Cana before she paused and took a glimpse back to Verus and added.

“He understands some of what you speak, his Basic is not that good, suggest keeping conversation simple.” Of course she didn’t add in that her Shistavani wasn’t that great either. Finally returning her attention back to the big towering male she spoke to him herself now, reverting back to their native language of Shistavani.

“I am Accalia. Those two..” she took a glimpse over her armored shoulder slightly towards Kenshin and Evagria, “.. Are part of my Pack.” She pointed out with a look back to Cana, though letting her look linger on Verus for just a moment as she continued to speak in that canine language of clicks and growls. Whatever she was saying to him certainly took on a more beastly tone.

“Be at ease, you’ll find no harm from any of these people so long as you act calmly. Are you hurt?” the female asked, inhaling a breath and giving a slight point of her nose towards his paw. “They can help you.” She suggested with a nod of her head back towards her ‘pack’. Especially with Evagria being a medic, though as massive as Cana was, she wondered if her non-Mandalorian Clan mate would even come near him.
 
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Evagria pulled out her medical scanner and began doing some preliminary evaluations. She was at a loss of how to deal with their Canine (FURRRIES!!!! RAGE!!!!) physiology. "I don't know what you want me to do, milady." Evagria shrugged as she stood next to the [FURRY!!!].
 

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Kenshin had watched the proceedings not happy about standing back but he listened. His composure was calm and nonthreatening but he was ready at a moments notice to use the force to push the male wolf back and restrain him with it if necessary. The only time Kenshin had radiated anything other than calm was when the wolfman started to almost growl at the Fett leader. However he didn't break his calm outward relaxed composure though he did stand a little straighter though not in a threatening way. He felt the, he decided he was indeed a man, man's frustration at not being able to speak basic and to communicate with the group of warriors that had met.

When his Alor pointed and him and his female companion he nodded with a respectful bow of the head. He waited while the talked and waited to see what would come of it. The way she looked back at Evagria and himself he was they were being talked about and judging from how the man before him played with the wrap that seemed to be around his arms she must have been asking if he was okay. Kenshin followed Evagria and poured calmness and safety into the force to relax and let the man before them know that he was safe and that no harm would come to him while they were there. He stood by Evagria's side as she seemed unsure of what to do and nodded at her response, "We help him as best as we can. Their skin and muscles aren't that different from ours they should be easy enough to fix."
 
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Lucifer grimaced disdain at the beast's ugly portrayal, its growls and spitting tongue causing contorting expressions of wincing and wide eyed blinking; trying to figure out just how under evolved this creature was. Though by now he had drifted toward the back counter, leaning lazily upon an elbow into a pinched shoulder, as he picked at a dish of grapes, flicking stems sticking to his fingertips; he toyed with the idea in his head that they would suddenly break out into a feral brawl and christen their new facility with blood and honor, as he viewed their foolish ways to be so wild and untamed.

Smirking at all their struggling attempts to accommodate the hulking wolf, Lucifer but relaxed in his leisurely lean and judged their use of time; though, in truth, enjoying every moment here himself. Having heard not only of Mandalorian reputation, but also having faced the demon warriors himself as a youth, he absolutely desired to see their chaotic ways as work. Of course, Lucifer was becoming quite disappointed in the show. They were being quite cordial to each other. How boring....

"Shall we bring our new friend inside then?" he shouted happily, cynically, from the back of the group with an extended wave of the hand.
 

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Cana backed away as the two who the female, Accalia, had indicated were her pack, specifically away from the one carrying the small device. It reminded Cana of the mineral scanners back at the mine, and he growled menacingly at the one who carried it. Suddenly, he felt calm, but his inner beast welled up inside him, attacking the foreign feeling. Calm was not in his nature, and the blood-rage that he carried with him revolted against the feeling, he snarled, shaking his head, growling as he felt nauseous.

"NO! No pain. Healed. Fine. No pain. Look? See?" spoke Cana quickly, holding up his hand, the other rubbing his head to regain his composure. His enhanced regenerative process had already clotted the wound where he had driven his talon into his palm. He looked from them to Accalia, then back, looking for confirmation that they understood. He returned his gaze to Accalia, but he was slightly startled by the yell from across the way, where the pale-one was eating some form of fruit. He winced only slightly, and his fur stood on end, both of his ears turning to face the source of the noise.

He spoke, not taking his eyes off of the pale-one, to Accalia in Shistavani, "He says friend. You say I am not in danger." he said, then looked at Accalia, gesturing to Verus, "And this one bows. If you do not mind, I shall join you?" he asked, knowing full well that she may be his only means of communication, at least for the time being. Even as he stood, listening to the conversations of the others, his enhanced hearing was detecting the general phonetics of their language, though he did not understand what the words meant. He could imitate them, however crudely. Without waiting for a response, he stepped past her, ignoring the passerby who froze as he passed, before scampering away.

He slowly walked towards the pale-one, until he loomed over him, looking down upon him. The bestial animosity in his eyes burned, but not in any direction, and Cana again attempted to smile his predatory grin, despite the feeling of hesitancy he felt about approaching this creature. He spoke slowly, trying to enunciate better for the pale-one, who had remained aloof from the others who had tried to speak to him. "Freend. Comb wit? Yes?" he asked. From what he understood of the language, this one has wanted them to go elsewhere, though at the mine the overseers had meant the word "inside" in an entirely different meaning most of them time.
 

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Evagria couldn't help but back off as the [bloody Furry] growled and snarled.
"Fine, have it your way..." She mumbled with sass under her breath.
 

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Kenshin shrugged and stopped the force clearly not helping the beast. He backed off with Evagria making sure he was in a position to protect her if things went south. "As you wish mate." he stated and stepped back staying near his vode.
 

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Accalia knew that her two Clan mates were likely in the blue as to how to proceed. While she would’ve liked to have given them better instructions, she too was uncertain as to how the big male Shistavanen was going to respond or react. She knew better than to have everyone rush him which was her reason for telling them to remain put instead of following her. Alas their increasing closeness and liberties with the male that Accalia could just sense his discomfort with the situation grew, as did Cana’as agitation.

As he snarled, shook his head and growled, Accalia took a step back, giving Cana further space. Like most predatory creatures, if they felt cornered they were likely going to attack, so Accalia turned, giving the big male an opening of sorts.

Cana’s rapid quick answer, showing her his hand, even though the wound had started to clot it still showed the matted dull red of dried blood there. And despite his attempts to play it off, her nose knew better. Still she didn’t press the issue as he directed his focus, and lent her own towards Lucifer as he called out from across the area.

Cana’s Shistavani came to her again as he looked towards her finally and made a gesture towards Verus. She gave only a glimpse to the Fett at her side before she looked back to Cana again, she didn’t need to translate for the Fett, she knew he and most of the others would answer the same way, it was only natural.

Her response back to Cana came a moment or two after he’d already moved past them heading for Lucifer. Her own Shistavani was given back to him as she answered, “This is a place of refuge for us as well. You are welcome to join us as long as you do so without hostility.” Hopefully she’d spoken those words correctly, they were still more than likely not entirely on key but she finally diverted her attention back to Verus.

“When things are calmer, I would much like to speak with you.”

Her blue eyes glinted back towards Cana as he interacted with Lucifer, giving her pause long enough to return back to her two Clan mates. Those blue eyes looked to Evagria who had backed off, the look of frustration and perhaps even a little bit of offense on her. Accalia gave a slight tilt of her head as she spoke low, “Don’t be offended. He’s not use to this, no more than I was when I first met the Orar.” Accalia reminded them that she was not too different from Cana once. Fortunately she’d managed to be incorporated into a social structure without being subjected to so many people at once, Cana on the other hand did not have that luxury.

A glimpse towards Kenshin given, the look of rejected help on his face too, she placed a paw on his shoulder slightly trying to reassure the man, “Thank you both for trying to help. With him it’ll be a slow process like it was for me, but in the end..” she took a glimpse back towards Cana’s direction, “ I think he’ll do okay.” She assured them both before letting her hand fall back to her side, resting atop her helmet she had clipped there.

“Lets head onward. We have many more to meet and get to know.” Accalia nodded before turning back and starting towards what appeared to be the main corridor leading to the rest of the complex. Same one she’d seen the man leaned up against the pillar in. A glimpse in Lucifer’s direction had her keeping both he and Cana in her sights as she moved in a direction parallel with them.
 

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From his vantage point Delmon was at a disadvantage in the way of hearing, the doorway did a good job of muffling the voices that seemed to barely waft into the room from outside. Even with his helmet's advanced speakers he could only catch tidbits of the conversation. Impatiently his armored fingers rapped against his gauntlet, his eyes fixated on the doorway. From what he could make out it seemed an unwanted visitor had somehow made his way into their ranks and right into the secure compound. A massive misstep in Delmon's eyes, but one that did not defy belief. He could hear the grunts and growls of some predatory beast, causing his hand to gently rest on the hilt of his blade in anticipation. It had been far too long since he had been on the hunt, the Sith had made sure of that when they turned his once verdant home into a model of Tatooine. The prospect of a potential worthy predator to face gave him a renewed hope that the meeting might actually be interesting, though judging by the lack of sounds indicating fighting he doubted the creature he had heard was hostile.


Most of the voices he did not recognize, though two did stand out to the man however. One belonged to Lucifer Vapaelraizo, the emissary of the Hutts who had made first contact with the Alor of Ordo. Though he still held no trust for the man, Delmon still owed a measure of respect born from Lucifer's actions in uniting Ordo with the cartel. It was not a perfect union and had not set well with his clansmen, but the resources at their disposal were greatly appreciated. The other, made a burning rage begin to build in the pit of Delmon's gut. The voice belonged to none other than Verus Fett. It was a voice he could never forget, as it had sang the song of ruin for the Mandalorian people. His pride had brought the hammer of armageddon down upon the majority of the Mando'ade, while his own clan managed to evade such a fate unscathed. In Delmon's eyes, the blood of millions was on Verus's hands.

Reflexively he clenched his armored fist, the softer material of the gloves creaking with the strain. He kept his posture calm, at least as calm as he could muster. As the others began streaming into the room his gaze met each of them. He was unfazed by the appearance of the lead Shistavanen, having been in contact with several other larger predatory sentient beings in his lifetime it was not startling to see another don the Mandalorian garb in the least. He had no idea who she was, but she was sure to have been important if she was invited to the meeting. Giving them each a nod in greeting, his gaze stopped on Verus and remained locked on the armored man. Strange as it was to see him wearing his beskar'gam, especially after his insistence in the past with not wearing it. He remained motionless, waiting for all of he others to enter before speaking.
 

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Lucifer's playful sarcasm returned to the plate at his side, dropping the clever façade for but a moment as he popped another grape into his mouth; tonguing the smooth firm surface under his teeth. His eyes shot up, mouth contorted sideways and hovering over the fleshy ball within as he froze to the sight of the massive beast looming over him. He accidentally swallowed the grape whole.

And then it spoke...sort of.

"AHAHAHAHAHA!"

Palm smacked the counter, jarring all items upon it. He practically fell behind it, losing himself to his ridiculing hilarity. He couldn't help himself, incapable of retaining composure in the face of this buffoon; though it wouldn't know it.

"Yes," he whined with a wheezing giggle, pulling himself back up from behind the counter; attempting apathy. He bobbed his head, belittling the infant mind with a smile; regardless of the reaction he had instigated. "Do let's."

The rest of the Barracks was yet to be explored by this group. And Lucifer reserved a forum, an introduction to terms of use and answers to any questions there were regarding the Cartel and its gifts to them. For he wished for clarity between his Mandalorian peers and this Cartel, that they know full well the extent of their security and whose hands they were in; that is, their own.
 

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Cana was confused by the man's laughter, and his ears laid back while he glanced to the others to see if they were laughing as well. Had he spoken wrongly? He was almost to the point of lunging at the man before he smiled. Cana returned the smile, again though, if one could call what him baring his fangs resembled a grin.

He followed down the corridor Accalia's scent lingered in, through a doorway further down. He had to duck and turn sideways to fit through the doorway, standing to full height once he was inside. He looked around, searching for Accalia in the forum, though his eyes first found Verus, the man who had initially bowed before him. Cana growled softly to himself, debating whether to find Accalia or not, but luckily she was just behind the man. He smiled, moving in their direction, standing behind them like some dark, hulking shadow. He would need Accalia to translate for him, and he liked the quiet aura that seemed to emanate from Verus, putting his inner animal at ease like a pup given a bone. He waited to see what happened next, as more entered and spread out across the room.
 

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Accalia's otherwise focused mindset was near instantly broken with Lucifer's mocking laughter towards Cana. While she was not close to either of them, her ears had been paying delicate attention to the pair to make sure Cana was otherwise behaving or not getting himself into trouble. What she heard, however, instantly made her fur bristle in offense. She inhaled a breath and held it for a moment before letting out a low growl of her own. The Hutt's behavior towards one of her own kind instantly turned into an insult towards the Orar Alor. Considering she already disliked and distrusted the man who made a grand spectacle of himself behind that counter, the growing list of reasons she should turn paw and leave this place was growing. That laughter though, she remembered those sounds, the mockery that had been given to her during her years as a slave, made to fight, made to harm others. If she got hurt, then that laughter followed.

She gave perhaps the first sign of unease in a glimpse towards her aliit. She dropped her ears back enough and bore that growing anger within her as she pushed onward into the next area. She had to. Had she not of, that beastial fury would likely manifest itself and result in her creating an incident with the Hutts. She finally exhaled out that breath, only realizing she'd been holding it for the duration as she stepped onward. She did keep nearby enough to Verus. Enough so that it seemed that their furry guest found them both soon enough. Accalia turned to Cana with what could only best be described as an apologetic look. No words, just a meeting of those blue with Cana's own golden. There were benefits to being an animalstic race, many things of their culture were looks, bodily stances, and did not require actual verbal communication. In fact, in the base sense of things she was almost certain she and Cana could probably hold a base conversation without ever speaking or writing anything to one another. Yet their kind were considered the monsters. Pft.
 
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"Well then!" he shouted from behind with arms up in the air, yet unable to wash the unmasked sneer clean from his face as he left laughter behind and entered into reform. "How is everyone this evening hmm?"

He walked through the massing of Mandalorians, some disinterested and unengaged as they follow their orders to continue setting up their claims while other leaders, such as those whom he had greeted in the entrance, looked for answers or reasons to make sense of their stay. Lucifer hoped to answer all their questions. But first, he would address them.

"Come on. Don't be shy," he prodded some as he stepped up onto a carpeted rise in the corner.

He turned to them all and flexed his pale hands out with the tip of his crown.

"Welcome, mighty warriors, to your Barracks. Welcome. Clan Orar. Clan Ordo. Clan Fett. To those who will soon join you. And to those who cannot... Some of you know me, know what I strive for. To those who do not, I am Lucifer Vapaelraizo. I speak for the Cartel. And I speak to the Cartel, for you. And right now, I believe this safe house speaks for our intentions. This is your stronghold. Your safe haven. Your secret. It is yours to maintain, to keep. Not ours to guard, nor stifle with mistrust. As some of you and I have discussed, we are looking for opportunities of shared advantage; optimal communication and strategic assembly for swift relocation. That is what Clan Barracks is for you, and for you only. Now, as you'll notice there behind you, there are several means of communication, of contacting the Cartel for intelligence exchange, requests and any other necessities you may have. These secure channels will link you to myself, in some form, and I will categorize and address each entry accordingly."

Lucifer looked around, content in his minimal introduction and description.

"Alright. Any questions regarding your new Barracks?"

He grinned.
 

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Verus followed the rest of the group further into the clan barracks, where other Mandalorians were already waiting. He recognized only one of them, a man that stared at him without a word to say. It was Delmon Skyblade of Clan Ordo. There was tension in the air and no doubt hatred in the man's eyes. It was understandeable, the hatred that the alor felt for Verus. Misdirected, but understandeable. His own black visor hid the fire of his eyes, offering Ordo only an emotionless, black sheen in response to the prolonged stare. It continued for several moments, causing tension among the Fetts that had come with him.

Finally, Verus eyes left the man behind as they turned to regard Lucifer, who began to speak, welcoming them to the clan barracks. Verus listened in silence.
 

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Kicking off the pillar he had thus far used as a brace, Delmon slowly walked parallel to the edge of the long table. His arms remained folded across his armored chest, and as he walked his gaze moved again between each new face. Stopping briefly on Lucifer as he addressed the room, Delmon looked back towards Verus as he began to speak. The man's presence changed Delmon's reasons for sticking around. What was once a means to see who else had chose to side with the Cartel had turned into something entirely different. His focused attention caused him to flat out ignore Lucifer's question, instead addressing Verus directly.

" So you finally have nothing to say... Tell me Verus. Did you learn to hold your tongue on your own or did your men cut it out to keep you from dooming them as well? I find it terribly convenient that out of all the clans Fett managed to come out of the fire unscathed. "

There was venom in Delmon's voice, and as he spoke he continued to pace back to the other end of the table. His hands moving down from his chest to rest on the hilts of his twin blades as he did so.
 
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Verus turned his T-visor back to regard the Ordo clan leader once more, listening to him speak without flinching. Many of the Fetts behind him clenched their fists in anger at the Ordo's disrespect towards their alor. Verus however calmly thought about how to reply, seeing a few options in front of him. He could simply ignore the man. After all, Delmon was upset, and recklessly flinging insults around - and any Mandalorian with self-respect would not be goaded by petty jives. He could meet the man's points head on, factually and objectively. Or, his more sarcastic, thuggish self, the one that had once been a prizefighter on Nar Shaddaa, could take charge.

But small dogs barked the loudest. It was the quiet dogs one had to be truly weary of.

Still, his words demanded a response. Verus spoke with composure in flowing Mando'a:
"I did not come here to watch you make a fool out of yourself, Aliit'alor'Ordo." His T-visor tilted slightly as his eyes fell on the man's hands resting threateningly on their respective blade hilts, and he continued: "If you plan to draw those blades and come at me, then do so. If not, keep your mouth shut. You're a clan leader. Act like it."
 

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Stopping mid step as Verus replied, Delmon stopped his short march as he turned to face the man, stepping closer to the tables edge as he did so.

" Ah. How amusing of you to accuse me of such a thing... So quick to jump to violence... "

Taking a step closer to the table he took his hands off his blades and set them against the table's wooden surface, bracing his weight with his knuckles. Though he did his best to keep his voice calm and level, a singe of anger had already begun to work its way into his words.

" As I recall you did the very same thing during the Summit meeting with that blasted lizard. Non negotiable conditions? If I recall correctly... "

Moving around the edge of the table with his closest hand still sliding across its surface, he began to slowly step closer to the group on the far end of the piece of furniture as he continued to speak.

" Were you acting like an Alor then? When your arrogance damned our entire way of life? Were you thinking like a leader of men when you chose pride over reason? "

Delmon continued in this way, until he was only a couple yards away from Verus and his men. His voice growing colder than it already had as it lowered to just above a whisper.

" You've lost nothing Verus... Your clan managed to escape the Sith and their genocide. Did it even cross your mind as to why I saw to come alone to this meeting? It wasn't bravado, and it wasn't the arrogance you seem so keen to wear. My people... Lost everyting. Because of you and your damned pride! "

With his last words his voice jumped to a yell and his zakkegg dagger was out of its sheath, it's tip burying itself deep within the wooden table to emphasize his last words.
 

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Kenshin was hardly pleased with the arguing he had herd as they entered into the next room. Feeling the malice in the air Kenshin quickly placed himself in front of his Alor his hands ready pull his sabers if need be. He was in no mood for this barvy behavior. First the Hutt shabuir with his unwarranted hostility towards the wolfman they had found rubbing a nerve. Then walking in to see this non sense it was all he had not to just use the force to separate the two or use the force to shout.

While he wasn't going to act yet, he was ready at a moments notice to force the two apart should the blows start to fly. This was supposed to be a neutral place where they could regroup and figure out how to get out of this hole that they had helped dig for themselves as a people. It was not a place for them to kill each other, there may be fights but they would be mostly bloodless but killing he would not allow. He tilted his head towards his Alor knowing that she didn't need to be able to read his mind to know that he was waiting for her word. While he knew his Alor could protect herself he was not about to let her stand in front by herself if she was going to step forward he would be by her side so long as the tempers seemed to be flaring.
 

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Accalia stood her ground in the group of Mandalorians, Ordo, Orar, Fett, many others as well. She’d listened silently as most had to what the pale man had to say as he greeted the room and spoke of this place, what it was for, and how to get in contact with him or anyone with the Cartel for that matter.

Her lightly glowing blue eyes watched and contemplated this. There wasn’t a bark, a growl, or a question on her muzzle as light conversation happened among the warriors around her. It wasn’t until the two having the argument that drew her attention away from Lucifer as she focused on the armored man she’d seen leaned against the pillar as she’d passed by it to greet Cana originally.

The other one was Verus Fett, a man she’d heard much about, but didn’t know any better than she knew the other man. Whatever their argument was with one another the confrontation drew an uneasy growl from beneath Accalia’s breath and a shake of her head towards Kenshin. He was right, she didn’t need to read his mind to know what he was thinking, but she dismissed the idea with her look. If everyone started drawing their weapons then they would all be dead. The situation would spiral out of control quickly.

When Delmon drew his blade and stabbed it into that table in a challenging display, it was the moment Accalia silently withdrew from the crowd and out one of the side entrances into one of the artificial gardening centers that were built into the complex, a place for them to grow their own food. Mandalorian food.

Towering above most of them as she was, there was only a slight glimpse cast towards Cana who was almost a head taller than even she before she stepped out into the warmer area, her eyes scanned the various crops that had been planted, some of the faster plants were about waist high already, appeared some sort of bean grew from them as well.

The Clan Orar Alor had heard of this argument among the Mandalorians, she hadn’t been present when Barrus Orar had gone to Mandalorian Space for the Summit, in fact she’d not presently even really heard what had happened save for the response from the Sith Imperium and the following genocide of the Mandalorian people.

Still, it seemed stupid to the Shistavanen female. Their inner bickering had caused the destruction of their homeworlds on more than one occasion, the last disagreement among them had resulted in the near obliteration of their race, and now the survivors were bickering once more in their place of refuge. If Accalia had been their Alpha there likely would be two very nasty bite marks on their ears as she taught the two pups their places.

She gave a deeper exhale as she walked towards one of the raised stone planters in the area.

And they thought the Shistavani were the beasts.
 

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Verus watched the man in silence as he went on his tangent. The Mandalorian was getting irritated, but not a single move or shift of his voice betrayed it. When the dagger was buried in the table in front of him, Verus' visor remained locked onto the Ordo clan leader's, unshifting, unwavering, and just as black, emotionless, as always. He despised people like Delmon Skyblade, not because of their hatred, but because of their inability to keep their temper under leash. Tempers, not pride, was the bane of the Mandalorian people. Tempers were a dangerous thing if left unchecked.

"You should know well, Aliit'alor'Ordo, that pride is why we wear these armors. Pride is our way of life. I did not speak for Aliit'Ordo at that meeting. I did not speak for Aliit'Renelo. Aliit'Orar. Skirata. Bralor. Rodarch. I spoke for Aliit'Fett, and Aliit'Fett only. I did not fail to come to an agreement with the Imperium. You did. I walked away, as you may recall." His visor had a menacing, impenetrable glimmer as he continued: "You stayed behind, Aliit'alor'Ordo, and continued negotiations. You could've agreed to a peace accord. You could have agreed to a cease fire. But you did not. I did not doom the Mandalorian people. You and your fellow clan leaders who continued to discuss with the lizard did, by being incapable of coming to an agreement with him. You failed."

He took a deep breath, and continued, as calmly as before:
"But I do not blame you. I blame the Sith. I blame the Imperium. Because it was their ships, not ships of Ordo or Fett, up there above the skies of Manda'yaim raining down a hellfire of laser bolts on its surface. Turning Concord Dawn, our homeworld, and the home of hundreds of thousands of Fetts, into a glass wasteland. If you want to blame somebody for the destruction of your homeworld, blame the Sith! Because what you're doing right now, Aliit'alor'Ordo...is just wasting air and shifting blame."
 
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