Displaced Sands

[Arisalin]

Elias cocked his head. Eyes now dull and serious. He found himself thinking the talks here would get them nowhere. When Jin finished speaking, he sighed audibly, a sound devoid of annoyance, but filled instead with a tired sadness. "I find myself caring little for the words being spoken here. There is nothing that can be done to change this fact either." He looked at Jin with an expression of slight confusion as he continued, "What good would a tribune do to unite us? What good would a council be to a group of people who cannot have even the simplest conversation without bringing the past into the mix?"

"Yet even the idea of a Mandalore, though maybe one of the most useful thoughts, is not going to be. Our vode will not accept such a thing, not so close to the failure of another attempt. The one man who has come closest to uniting the majority of us is missing, imprisoned by the Sith." Elias said this, referring to Sisk Renelo, who had been captured during the assault on Mandallia. No one had heard of him since, yet most assumed that if he was dead it would be publicized by the Imperials. "It is true that we are a hard headed people, it is true that we must unite as well in some form, but to say it is dangerous is an understatement. Delmon does right to be cautious."

"You cannot unite those who do not want to be brought together." The Protector's dark eyes darted towards Echoylir at this. He still knew there was something that would have to come about them before a willingness to work together would be formed. The past was behind them you could say, but for the Protector, and possibly the other as well, it was right behind.

"You need to think, and find a way that this is shaped into a form we can all agree on, and our people will agree to as well." Elias ended by adding this to Jin, mouth setting into a firm line on the end of his speaking.

 

[Grim]

Kenshin listened to all, listening to what they said and to the meaning behind them. Each had a reason for being where they were and he couldn't deny them their feeling. On the bright side it seemed most were coming around to the idea of unification of some sort. Renelo though still seemed to be resisting the idea. Some things are hard to forgive, some times its harder to forgive one's self. He wasn't sure if that was the case with Bralor and Renelo, but he figured it played at least some part.

"I personally feel that it was the actions of a Mand'alor that ultimately got us started on the path to the place we now stand. I think it would be best if for the time being we be our own coucil and when we have enough people again we can think about electing a new Mand'alor."

Kenshin looked towards the Renelo still on the bottom of the dune and he held out his hand as he talked, "As I see it, you are the last one not willing to try to put the past in the past. Cin Vhetin. As for not being able to talk to one another, we will have to learn that half the battle is knowing when its time to let old wounds heal. It wont be easy and it wont be pain free, but we will all be stronger for it if you do."

Kenshin hadn't met sisk but he know that was who was referred to when he spoke, "He may have been close, but he didn't make it. I think it is a sign that for now as I suggest we council amongst ourselves. What we need for now to remember that we are family first and foremost, all of us. Come we have nothing left to lose by talking civilly and everything to gain. Let us once again be a family whole."

 

[Silverface]

Echoylir didn't seem to rise to Elias's verbal jab. Not visibly anyway. The way his Akk Dogs act though, with their force link with their master, is the best indicator of the broiling anger inside the aged warrior, the two reptomammals snarling and snapping their jaws in Elias's direction, reacting to their master's fettered anger in the only way they knew how, by appearing threatening to the source, namely, Elias. Echoylir was a man of extreme emotional ranges, rarely one to be only "slightly" anything. When he lost his temper, it was an intense outburst of anger and violence. When he loved, it was a bottomless well of selfless devotion. Being his enemy or his friend were the only states with him. He eventually spoke, however, restraining himself for the sake of hope in a future.

"Being forced to unify at the end of a gun, Elias, never would have united us. Not once was Clan Bralor approached by yours with anything but blaster fire. And all because of some pointless grudge between Sisk and my daughter. So saying some of us don't want a return to a united Mandalorian people... take that stance of yours and shove it up a Hutt's backside. You and I will have a reckoning in the battle circle before long, but until then, at least try to think like an Alor. I offered cin vhetin, Jin offers us all a chance at making something worthwhile. We can marshal what strength we have and sharpen our edge until we can deliver the final, lethal, blow to our enemies"

He turns to Delmon, then Jin and Kenshin. "A clan council is the wisest option for us right now. Nobody among any of our clans is right for Mand'alor. Not yet anyway. Maybe one of us will stand up and take the title, but right now... I will allow Clan Bralor into a council.... and as a further show of my commitment to this, I will share with each of your clans a location of one of our armament caches. A few Basilisks, some tanks, rifles, grenades.. supplies. That is what I offer to each of you as a sign of friendship"​

 

[Grimlock]

He had heard the message. Broadcast over Mandalorian channels throughout the galaxy for those in the leadership caste to hear. He would answer to see if it was a trap. Within his frozen home of Alzoc III, he heard little of the goings on in the galaxy and yearned to hear news from another clan. As Kote Be Manda'yaim skimmed over the desert surface of Tatooine, a planet that Dex was none too fond of due to it's heat and reputably hostile population in the cities like Mos Eisley. Laying next to the Mandalorian at the controls of the Sho'sen dropship was a large Strill in duraplast armor known to many throughout the Mandalorian clans as Jorbe, Dex's constant companion since he was a child.

"We better hurry, Ad'ika. The others are probably already there." spoke the Mando to his companion as he pushed the accelerator forward sending the ship through the dunes faster. Finally the nav systems beeped that he had reached the location he was looking for as he skimmed over a dune and saw the compound in sight. "There it is, my old friend." spoke the Mandalorian as he pulled the ship into a hold over a dune before setting down, hearing the comforting hiss of the dampeners. Grabbing his buy'ce from the control panel, he placed it on his head, sealing it to the rest of his skeletal beskar'gam hiding his face behind the death grin of an ancient forgotten god.

Trekking across the dunes toward the compound as quickly as he could given the terrain, he finally arrived through the entrance into a large cavernous room. Saying nothing as he entered finding the room deserted as Jorbe the Strill cautiously padded alongside it's master. Keeping his gauntlet mounted slugthrower ready while his other hand rested near the Tor Gauss pistol in it's thigh holster. Making his way through the base until he finally came upon a room with voices coming from the other side. Catching the tail end of the conversation about a Clan council and the Bralor's offering up the location of their smaller caches.

Not waiting for an invitation or announcing his presence to the others, he pushed access panel opening the door revealing his hulking form hidden behind the death grin painted across his buy'ce. "That seems awfully generous of the Bralor's. Gunning to become Mand'alor?" came the even level tone caused by the speakers of his buy'ce. A cursory glance held no secrets of his clan affiliation which would more than likely make his hostility toward the Bralor Alor blatantly obvious. He eyes shot across the other 5 in the room. Two of them he had never seen before. The other three were some he had met. He knew the Renelo in front of him could be no other than Elias Kane, the Hero of Hill 420. Echoylir Bralor, the Alor of the Bralor clan and a woman he had met once before on Nar Shaddaa. Jintara Reau.

"Apologies. Where are my manners. Su'cuy gar, ner vode." spoke the Mando as he held a closed fist over his armored chest. Seconds later the musky scent of the Strill assaulted the room as Jorbe padded in behind Dex.

 

[T.J]

Anger once again budded within Delmon's chest at the talks of a new Mandalore. It was the last thing the Mandalorian people needed was a new mouth peace to try and sway what was left. It would only bring more strife and heartache and the potential hammer of the Imperium down to finish the job it started. He did his best to ignore the comment however, the time for argument was over after all.

" Though I have nothing of value to offer in a physical sense, I bring my clans expertise in subterfuge and stealth. Those who wish to know Ordo's secrets are welcome to them. I pledge this to our council. "

For the time being he let the newcomers comments go though they were sure to fuel the fire they had just quenched.

 

[huntressofworlds]

Jintara Reau, Doctor, Medic, and impromptu ambassador between the Clans stood silently, listening as the others made their comments, made their pledges and ultimately came around to the idea of forming a Council of Alors for their own good and the good of their people.

In truth it was Elias it seemed to be one of the largest hold outs yet. His bloodied nose and thin lined lips showed his protest to it. There was an interest struggle being made within the Renelo. She wouldn’t forget what he spoke, nor the things that were his concerns. Her eyes lingered on him as he focused on her. It was true that they needed something that all their people could agree upon. While she disagreed on the comments of Mand’alors use, she knew the group of them was not yet ready for such a leader among them.

“Elias..” Jin began, giving a bow of her head before she looked up to him with her deep brown orbs.

“You need their help. Your Clan needs their help. You are correct though, I cannot unite those who don’t want to be brought together – but don’t let your hatred of the Imperium, of past slights blind you to what your brothers are striving to achieve. They need you too – even if they won’t admit it.”

Jin’s eyes glimpsed towards Delmon, Echoylir, and Kenshin. The truth was there, a truth that perhaps they were willing to acknowledge but never speak of. The Mandalorians needed to unite, become a strong people again. It is never a good thing for a people to be as broken as the Mandalorians have been, ranging back into the very Clan Wars themselves.

Jin’s eyes settled on Echoylir as he spoke, and pledged Bralor’s caches. Then came the words of Alor Delmon who had spoke of Ordo’s skills, and lacking physical contributions. She gave a smile, genuine as ever, as she replied, “Your support is valuable Delmon, it is what I’ve called you all here for.”

Though no sooner had her words left her mouth when Jintara’s eyes settled on the figure that approached. She drew to a silent, her eyes widened just a bit, almost as if she’d just seen a ghost. Indeed the ghastly image painted upon the armor might have shaken some to the very core, but it was an image that she’d seen before.

She held her breath as Dex Skirata spoke, nearing them, with his comment about the Bralor Mand’alor. Jin listened to the accented Mandoa and watched the armored fist that appeared over Dex’s chest armor. Taking a step she was a good head shorter than the Skirata Alor but she pulled him into a hug with the appropriate amount of squeezing as she embraced the older Skirata. Formalities be damned.

“Su’cuy Dex. I’m pleased to see you are yet still with us.” Her words were truthful, as he’d helped her once on Nar Shaddaa, helped remind her that there were other Mandalorians out there, and that even in the remote parts of the galaxy there was hope for a future.

When she released him she turned and looked back towards the others, “The other Alors, in fact, have chosen to form a Council consisting of themselves for the betterment of what remains of our culture. Clan Bralor has pledged their weapons and caches of war equipment. Clan Ordo has pledged their tactics and expertise. Clan Orar has pledged their ships and armaments.” Jin recapped the recent talks for the Skirata Alor.

Then her eyes turned to focus on Dex’s visor, “All that yet remains are the Renelo, and now the Skirata.” A glimpse to Elias before she looked back to Dex.

“I ask you now, to do the same as I’ve asked the other Alors and Mandalorians to do, to unite for the betterment of our people as a whole, to preserve our culture. We are stronger as one, than as many.”

Her eyes returned to Elias with a slight inhale, before she looked to the other Alor’s, her eyes settled on Lir with a look, a look that pleaded for him to give faith for the cin vhetin.

“I am not an Alor among you, but once you formalize yourselves to this idea, I ask that you take into consideration another Alor’s plight. One that is not here among us today because our nemesis has taken him captive. I ask that you bring yourselves to aide the Renelo in the return of their Alor, Sisk, however best you may deem appropriate. In the end, any one of you may at any time fall to the same threat of capture, let it be a display of good faith in this Council that you pledge that none of you will be left to the devices of the enemy.”

 

[Grim]

Kenshin looked at the new comer, he didn't know the man personally but could tell from the sigil on his suit that he was from the clan that had been the most quiet of late, clan Skirata. Of course the man introduced himself as such and Kenshin was glad to have another voice but for the time being he was waiting for Renelo to make up his mind. He looked back at the Renelo "Its time for you to make your choice." His hand still extended.

He looked towards the Skirata and nodded, "Kenshin Orar, and Jin here has it right I hope you join with us, we must stand untied. If that means helping free Sisk then Orar will do what it can. It won't be easy I am sure and I have the feeling that some of you don't fully agree with it. It would be the grandest of insults to the Sith if we did." He looked back towards Elias, "I am sure it wont remove all the bad blood shared here, but maybe it will help us finally bandage the old wounds and let them heal."

 

[Arisalin]

Elias swallowed his anger and pride, eyes flashing dangerously as he felt some of his old angers toward Bralor renew. His fists clenched as he listened to the other speak. There was something there in what the older man said that caught the Protector's mind. A unification would assist in the destruction of the Sith. Yet there were still fears to be set aside in these talks. How would Elias be sure of Renelo's survival? How could they be so sure that it would not be a fruitless attempt?

The arrival of Dex was a surprise for the Alor. He had not seen the other in quiet sometime. Not much had changed for him, while the opposite could be said for Elias. It was nice to see a fresh face, one that he could count on for sound judgement. Skirata had always been trustworthy, even while put down by the Sith. Of course, the thoughts of the other would not be what caused the Alor of Renelo to decide in the end. For at Delmon's words he chose the path for the small group that remained of his people.

"Renelo is not what it once was. Without Sisk the fire has left many of our warriors hearts. What he did, whether right or wrong, gave us something to fight for. Our warriors barely number over a hundred. Our ships are all in some state of disrepair or failure, and we have no hope for young warriors to come up and take our place in the years to come." His voice dropped at this, as his thoughts trailed to the freighter that had been carrying the women and children. His wife and son aboard, and many others, had been destroyed on Mandallia. "You look at me and say I am childish, and maybe I am. Maybe I do want to run and hide as many others have."

Elias stared at them all, once by one, eyes coming to rest on Jin at last. He could see through the soft look she portrayed physically. There was a fire. A drive. One that he himself sorely missed. "My people shall attempt to free Sisk Renelo, with the help of the rest of you if you would give it, but until then…"

The Mandalorian stepped forward, squaring his shoulders and ready for a blow. He centered himself straight in front of the Alor of Clan Bralor. The Akks growled, their razor blade teeth revealed in their fierce snarl as Elias stared into the eyes of the other unflinching. "Renelo will join you all, be it for a glorious death, or a bloody victory." Voice dropping from his speaking to the others, he said these quiet words to Echoylir as he let the fighting tension leave his shoulders and extended his arm in the traditional fashion.

"I will not let our pasts stop me from joining this cause. I hate the Sith more."

He said this with a glowering look at the other, arm still extended. His meaning would be clear. It was an acknowledgement that they would have to deal with each other in the future, by battle or words, but until then there was a higher calling.

Revenge.

 

[Silverface]

Echoylir smirked and shook his head at Dex's comment. In truth, the old Bralor knew he wasn't an ideal Mand'alor. He was far too short tempered, stuck in his ways and diplomacy wasn't his strongest hand of cards. But in a pinch, if it came down to choosing a single leader, he knew he'd at least offer himself for the position with a strange kind of humility. And give unconditional support to whomever earned the position in the event that he didn't get it. But some things weren't easy to bury.

Like the Bralor-Renelo fued. Elias offered his hand to the older warrior, spoke of hating the Sith more. Lir looked at him with a cold, dead stare. He didn't take the man's hand. He'd pledged to work with them, to work with every clan represented here. He could rally some of the remaining lesser clans he had contacts with. But he wouldn't sully the memory of the dead by shaking Elias's hand. He looked at the other clan leaders, turning his attention to them. The mentioning of rescuing Sisk brought a tight lipped frown to the old man. But he made himself speak.

"I suppose one of you has a plan then?"​

 

[Outlander]

The speeder kicked up a plume of dust in it's wake. The sea of sand was barren in pretty much every direction. Reflections of metal caught her eye through the helmets visor. On the horizon, a redirect approached. She slowed down, skimming the ground before coming to a stop in front of the ship. She looked over it carefully, taking it in. "The droid didn't do it justice." She murmured.

 

[T.J]

" How do we even know he still lives? "

Delmon said in a deadpan tone to answer Echoylir's question pertaining to a plan the others might have.

" I'd hate to waste valuable resources and what meager forces we still posses on a pipe dream. You speak of the Sith as if they follow some predicable doctrine, yet as of this moment they have done the opposite. We were in discussion with the higher members of the Empire to reinstate peace talks when their warships entered Mandalorian space, assume nothing when it comes to the likes of them. "

As he spoke Delmon began to pace, weaving between the others as he moved before stopping before the armored strill. Crouching low to better examine the creature he continued to speak without looking back up to the others, instead focusing his gaze on the creature. He had never seen one in person before, and thus its physiology intrigued him.

" Subterfuge and misdirection are my business vode, I am a predator in every respect. The Sith too, are the predators of the galaxy. I believe this gives me a keen insight. Do none of you find it odd that they have not gone through such measures as they had when they first attacked our people in hunting us down? When a predator has prey in its sights it does little else other than seeking out the killing blow. In our current state it would not be difficult for the Empire to finish us off once and for all, yet they have faltered. Why? "

Pointing his helmeted gaze up to the others he did not wait for a reply before continuing.

" One might say it is because we simply aren't worth the effort. But you would be wrong to assume that. Any amount of Mandalorians, no matter the size complimenting any faction would pose a problem. The real reason is that it would take far to long to root us all out. Our numbers would grow to a point where they could not snuff us out so easily in such a period of time. Pulling us all together for a brief moment would be far easier, and much less costly. "

Turning his attention away from the odd creature he stood back to full height and turned back to face the others.

" Have you not wondered why they haven't simply done away with Sisk? The Sith have killed much less important prisoners of war simply for the show of it. Why do you think they have chosen to keep the Alor of one of the most prominent clans alive when they could use his death to further drive our peoples demise home for their subjects? He would certainly make an excellent example don't you think? No... The answer is quite clear in my mind brothers and sisters. "

His eyes shifted between the others before he gave them his answer, his visored helmet unmoving.

" He is merely bait... A trap of the most devious kind. What else would draw us out in force? What else does the Sith have that would bring us all to one neat little point so that they can finish their genocide with ease? They need only wait for us to make a move, then trip the snare around us. It is a fools errand, one that I cannot abide. "

 

[Grimlock]

The older Mando was shocked by the woman's straightforward greeting, though he welcomed it with an embrace of his own. "You as well, Jin." replied the man from behind the grin on his helmet. Listening quietly as she spoke to him about why there were all gathered on the empty dunes of Tatooine with the other Alor's of the great clans. Nodding his greetings to Kenshin as he introduced himself as well as a renewed greeting to Delmon and Elias.

Listening once again to the other Alor's as they spoke their piece on the matters at hand regarding the Sith and the possibility to attempting to rescue Sisk Renelo. The man was an old friend of Dex's having fought with him for many years. There was a time, many genocides ago that Dex would have cut the others off to give them what he thought was the best course of action. Instead he continued to listen as they all spoke, finally getting to Delmon who seemed to speak along the same thought that Dex was currently having. He didn't see the strategic value in risking everything they had to save one man, no matter how valuable he was to their war effort.

Jorbe observed Delmon from behind the slits in the helmet it wore upon it's head with unflinching eyes that showed the intelligence the Strill possessed. As the man spoke more in depth about the training and activities of himself and the Ordo warriors. They didn't seem far off from the Airborne warriors of the Skirata ranks who were still training in their new tactics. "I am forced to agree with Delmon here. Attempting to rescue Sisk would undo everything we have been working toward." spoke the man as he looked at each face of the Alor's before him. "You all may think I have been a coward, having gone silent this past while. I would like to say that is not the case. I have been travelling the galaxy in search of allies for the upcoming fights. As it has been said, any faction backed by even a paltry force of Mandalorian warriors show heightened morale and desire to win. I have been attempting to find such factions." continued Dex as he made a point to pan his helmet across the gathered warriors almost daring one of them to challenge his claim.

"The Mandalorians. Not just one clan, but all of us are a symbol to the galaxy. The Sith have massacred our people on two occasions that I have been alive and yet here we stand. The leadership caste of the greatest clans to ever exist. Broken, yes. Bloody, undeniably. Beaten? Never. So long as one of us draws breath, there will always be another Mando to take his place. That is our legacy. An invincibility the rest of the cultures of the galaxy will never know or understand."

Glancing upward toward the suns of the planet, he turned his gaze back to them. "Despite that knowledge, I cannot in good conscience order my warriors on a mission that would no doubt be a suicide run for not just them, but our entire culture." spoke the man as even his helmets audio sent across his tone of finality. "What I will do however is accept your invitation to the council as well as provide my medical personnel and training to your clans."

 

[huntressofworlds]

Jintara was pleased with the progress they’d made since they’d initially all had met. Her eyes watched Dex, Delmon, Elias, Echoylir and Kenshin all work out most of their differences, or at least enough to ally among themselves. It pleased her to see them all willing to cooperate. Even if they weren’t willing to risk themselves on a mission to rescue Sisk, they were willing to unite themselves and assist each other to return to their focused and unique cultural ways.

She supposed they were right though, and despite their conclusions on the rescue mission, Jin had hoped that they would not risk their entire Clans in the mission regardless. She’d gotten them to unite for the betterment of their people, risking what few of them remained was not her suggestion in the least. Regardless, the Alors had spoken, and with their conclusions Jintara accepted it as law.

“I think that is more than prudent my Alors. The preservation of our culture should be paramount over all other issues. I know things are likely to be a bit shaky with this new Council, but I am more than willing to act as your Emissary should you have need of me. I ask you only to make this work as best you can. You are Mandalorians first, Clansmen second. What one of you do, affects us all now. Haat, Ijaa, Haa'it”

With that Jin placed her fist across her heart in a salute to them all, a look with her set and focused eyes to each Alor’s own, “I will contact you each after we have parted ways to formalize contacts and Clan needs.” Jin vowed with her promise before turning and making her way back towards the ruins of the old temple buried in the sands.

As she approached she spotted the figure approaching. She’d never personally met Tala before, but she supposed Dex wouldn’t be the one latest to the gathering in the end. Regardless Jin had accomplished what she’d set out for when she’d made that call. The future of their people rested in the capable hands of the Alors behind her. They had survived this long, if they worked together their people would continue to thrive.

 

[Outlander]

Tala spotted a Mandalorian approaching. She tried to identify the merc, but it wasn't someone she'd met before. She settled on an acknowledgement of her presence with a wave.

 

[Grim]

Kenshin listened and nodded to everyone's comments and nodded as they spoke. They spoke enough sense, and finally for once it seemed they all agreed on something. That was something it was glad about. He held their reservations on freeing Sisk but if the time came Orar would be ready with their allies to strike a blow against the empire.

"It seems we are about done then, should the time ever come when you are anyone needs our help we shall be there. I am glad we are at least talking as brothers and sisters once again. When I leave, I will get a stock of our supplies and make those that we don't need available should any of you need them."

He started to follow Jin when he seen a face he was surprised he hadn't seen earlier, "Tala, I am surprised you didn't come sooner. Welcome."

 

[Grim]

Everything seemed to be settled for the time being. Kenshin was glad they all came around, it would be good to be one people again. Even if it was going to be hard for the first little while. He nodded to each of them in turn and headed back to his ship. Mission was complete. Each of them had a way to contact him and Orar when they were needed. For now, he had to go take care of things with their new allies and get ready to send over everything he had available to share with the others. It was going to get busy. "I will head back, and get all of our manifests together and make a list of spare equipment that we might have laying around. As well as a list of what we can get from our allies and contacts. I hope you will all do the same."

Before he fully left, he stopped next to Jin and smiled "It seems everyone did get to hear your song. I am glad they all liked what they heard. I will head back and send off manifests of what I have that can be spared and contacts we have. Hopefully you will forgive me for leaving a bit early. Try not to be a stranger okay?" He started to walk away and gave her a little wave, "Remember, if you ever need me, you know how to get in contact with me."

His last good bye said, he heads back towards his ship ready to head out on the next mission. From there he would get everything set over so that they could begin working together fully. It would take awhile to see it all happen, but it would. A great day it will be when they start fully working together again.

 

[Silverface]

Echoylir had made little conversation in the moments since. They'd discussed matters, come to a consensus. It was progress and that was all that mattered. He frowned occasionally, but stayed silent, simply listening to everyone as they said what they wanted to say. As it seemed to wind down, the old warrior tugged out a collection of datacards, tossing one to each of the other clan representatives. "Weapons cache locations are on those cards. And the passcodes to access them. I'm a man of my word" he rumbled out.

In truth, the caches were little more than token offerings. Small arms, grenades, supplies and sundries. But it was essential to the rebuilding of everything that had been shattered in the wake of Corden Vencu's death. And in these dire times, even a fully functional blaster rifle was a princely gift to any Mandalorian. It'd be enough. Although only Lir knew the locations and codes for the caches of importance...

"We will meet again in the future to see what our course of action will be, when we have more certainty and information"​

 

[T.J]

Reaching into his own pouches Delmon retrieved a small datapad, within the small device were the star coordinates of the system his people had chosen for their new home. While they did not specify where exactly in the system this home resided, a simple ping on a friendly channel would alert clan Ordo and allow them to divert any would be guests to their hiding place. Delmon didn't much like the idea of broadcasting his clan's presence once again, but the need for a more cohesive Mandalorian people outweighed his doubts.

" Coordinates to a rather dead sector in the outer rim. Hail on any Mandalorian frequency that the Sith decided were not crucial enough to crack and you will find Ordo. Though I am still wary of quests I am more than willing to accommodate any ally seeking refuge. "

Tossing the small device to Echoylir, he gestured to the others that were already making their way down the side of the dune and out of the area.

" See that they get it as well. It won't be said that I left any of the other clans out of my offer. "

 

[huntressofworlds]

It would be a moment to be remembered in Mandalorian history, when the Major Clans of their people lay aside their differences and began to unite themselves once again in order to secure a future for their culture. While it had been a simple doctor who had made a call, a plea, it would be the Alors of those mighty Clans that would be remembered as the founders of this new Mandalorian Council.

Jintara would gather the data that the Alors desired to distribute, she would create a master file and distributed it back to the Alors of the Council, contact information, a new secure channel that they could use, and safety protocols incase they were ever again compromised by the Sith Imperium.

In the end though, the goodbyes were probably the hardest for Jintara, the first had been Kenshin, she’d given him a close hug, a few parting words about keeping focused on their dreams of a united and strong Mandalorian people once more.

Echoylir had been next, the big old Bralor Wolf who had watched over her like an Alpha over one of his own. A few words about the Clan exchanged, a few questions about Lir’s implants and then she’d turned her attention to Delmon.

The big strong Ordo was still struggling with his feelings, but she hugged him none the less. Equally as unusual as the first time, she looked to Delmon’s eyes and gave him a nod, she knew he was reluctant, but his choice to unite with his vod was for the best, in the end it would help make things better for them all.

Next was Elias, the Renelo with the broken nose, one which Jin checked on a bit before she gave him another deep look, a focus on the Renelo’s eyes as she bowed her head a bit, “If and when the time comes to make a move for Sisk, I hope you will know that I will support you. I’m not much of a fighter in truth, but I will be with you incase you hae injured who return.”

The final one, however, Dex Skirata. Jintara spent a bit more time with him, words that had found his ears only, a talk of future things, of past things, and perhaps even some of the present. A lingered look stayed on Dex’s orbs before she parted ways from them all and made her return back to the ancient temple and base.

As she approached it’s looming facade, she could hear the rumbles of ships engines as the Alors departed back for their Clans. Pausing long enough to speak with Tala, she passed the knowledge along of what exactly had occurred here this day. Even passing on a communications frequency, urging the closest thing to an Alor that Tala had become to keep in touch with the new Council, to urge a unity in the Mandalorian people. There was a future for them. A hope.

Leaving Tala, Jin went to find Collin. A man who had helped her, who likely was to thank for the ability of contacting the Alors, a man without whos help she likely would’ve failed before she began. She would talk with him about things, even have a drink with the man.

In the end though, all good things came to an end. With the speeder the droid had come in to begin with now left outside, with Tala having taken her own back, Jin’s assurance that she’d return the other back to a more civilized place for its retrieval by Tala’s group, she told Collin of it, of how they could use it to return back to a port.

Jin wasn’t done with the abandoned temple though – she would return in time, with supplies. Optimistic that it was time to bring back a few old Mandalorian habits and skills.