Open Mandalore The Return Home

[Srucayr]

(Open to all Mandalorians present at the Ascent, or those tied to Mandalorians present at the Ascent)

The Citadel, Mandalore
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An arid wasteland after numerous wars and numerous bombings by forces both internal and external, there were some parts that had seemingly escaped the worst of the fallout. Thousands of miles west of Keldabe, stood one of the few mountain ranges that still produced snow and with it, the natural defenses that protected the home of the Orar'da'yadr.

It had been days since the meeting at the Black Keep. Days since Srucayr had found his way home to his Clan, his people, and his wife. Several of his friends had reached out in the days since. So he gave them the coordinates for a back way into the fortress. There would be no pleasant flight in, no, they would get the scenic route. The historical route. The landing zone for their ships would be in a long dried out lake, with the skeletons of what perhaps once a forest in days past surrounding it. From there, he would guide them through the remains of an ancient village, long lost, and then finally to the mountain fortress.

Ancient silver and blue beskar would wait with their visor focused on the heavens as they awaited the arrival of their visitors. He would check his comm, one hand tapping away on the pommel of his blade. It had been a long time since the Orar'da'yadr had issued so open of an invitation, but the Council of Alore had decided that the time had come to rally their people. There was no desire for any single one of them to become Mand'alor, that would be a bridge to cross much later, for now, it was time to bring their people home. He had also sent word to Reiel to join him, but the young woman was constantly busy, either with the Aruetii boyfriend she thought Srucayr knew she didn't have the talk with yet, or with making friends outside their people. He knew he was jaded and that some of his beliefs were dated, but for the Mandalorians to truly reclaim their home, to earn it, it had to be done alone. And though the Orar'da'yadr had the numbers, the outposts, and the resources.. they needed more of their kind to secure the future of their people. This.. this was the first step to a very long road, one he had been walking for many years.

@Die Shize @Forsythe Crowholde @Scoobert @Casmer @Alejandrø77 @anyotherMandoImforgettingorwantstojoin

 

[Casany Praxor]

Spoiler: Music OOC

Keldabe. The former capital city of Mandalore. It was no far stretch from the Black Keep. Cas would have traveled lightyears for this meeting. She had yet to travel so far from the last one.

Orar’da’yadr… The name licked her tongue as she sat in the cockpit of her ship. I’m a Mandalorian. I speak Mando’a. So why does that name sound like Oreo’daddy?

She could not afford much more thinking on the topic as the Winged Pike pierced the air between itself and the ground, spread her wings and touched down. The crater where once there was water was like a gaping maw. Or perhaps a womb once pregnant with life? Was that all of Mandalore? Is that all of the Mandalorians?

Such reckless musings would go unheard as Casany Praxor dismissed them with a shake of her head. Discussions had ended one reunion ago. They would ensue, no doubt, but for now this Mandalorian touched her starship down and descended the ramp tailored head to toe in her red-gold beskar.

The colors clashed with the ancient silver and blue beskar as though to wage war as much as shake hands, and truly what sentiment could better capture one Mandalorian between the other? Yet here was one who had entered the domain of the Orar’ with no desire to dispute so much as to determine.

Orar’da’yadr, House Solus...Srucayr, Kotii...Clan Vano, Clan Praxor… All of these names meant little and less if they did not have the metal and the mettle to put themselves to the test. Cas valued experience above all else; Laren and Rakiss Vano had shown her thus in spades. Had Kotii? Had Srucayr?

The latter had, way back on this same planet. Way back in the homecoming...where the raiders of our world were punished...like a hand held to a fire. Yet, Srucayr would need more than the past to present the future. Cas had come to hear him out. Whether she would listen or not remained to be determined.

“Impressive,” Praxor greeted her host after entering the mountain fortress. Then her helmet came off. “Doubly so with so simple a name as ‘Citadel’.” She grinned. “You could just as easily have called it ‘Unity Dusk’ or something so assuming.”

@Rhogar

 

[Laren Vano]

A trip to the Capital of old, Keldabe. It was so long ago the last time he made it anywhere near actual remnants of his people's past. The only thing to look at for miles was this fortress in the mountainside. It had been protected by the snow and harsh winters. A good place to hold up in against foreigners. Time would tell whether the younger of two Vano's would make the decision to stay here alongside the Orar'da'yadr or not. It was indeed a tempting offer, though he had to think it over still. His dream of leadership would not be kindled by this group. Democracy was the ideal way of leading here, which of course is exactly how Laren would want it, though the Mand'alor was a pretty title.

Once the Unforced landed at the LZ he stepped out but this time he brought his droids alongside him. BD-3 sat on his shoulder and beeped in amazement as he had never seen Mandalore. It was like a kid at a theme park. Then walking at his side was Cryptic his Super Tac Droid from the Clone Wars era. He was found in an old factory. A lucky find you could say. The Mando had found the likes of Sru and Cas when he arrived. The ancient silver and blue was unmistakable as well as the red and gold. He himself wore the colors Purple and Black. His reasons simple, and the bonus was being able to hide in the darknes.

"Ah yes. It is a beautiful countryside, whether it's name simple or not. Hello vods, thank you for welcoming me to your home." Laren gave stuck out his arm for an arm lock showing respect and greeting to his fellow Mandos. "Shall we see what we are surely going to baffle over?"

Laren waited for response as he unsealed his helm and removed it from his dome piece. Then letting a soft and true smile show his appeasement from his homeworld. Then he remembered he hadn't introduced Sru to the droids at his side.

"Sru this is BD-3, he is a loyal friend and courageous droid." His gestured to the droid on his right shoulder holding onto his back armor plate. Then turning to Cryptic on his left and said, "This is Cryptic. A newer friend, but just as loyal. He is very smart as well." The two droids greeted their own respective ways. One with their boops the other with the shake of a hand saying, "Greetings, I have heard some about you, a cunning warrior. I look forward to analyzing your features."

@Rhogar @Die Shize

 

[Srucayr]

Srucayr and Cas would wait for the rest to arrive before embarking beyond where the ships landed. His arms would cross as the younger woman made her way over to them, just as the Unforced began to land. He had worked alongside Casany before, in Sundari. She had proven then to fight for the cause but then disappeared as they moved onto the next stage of the looming battles. As for young Laren, the boy was a mercenary. It was clear in his behavior, the way he equated contracts to the right to lead. Both had limited experience in the fight to reclaim their homeland, but where Casany was grounded, Laren had delusions of grandeur. He would need to be checked, balanced. A leader of their people was far more than a hired gun, they had to be.

"The original builders of the fortress named it thusly. This keep was around a thousand years before Keldabe was ever built. So they had no need to give it a fancy name and when my Clan took it, they never felt a need to change the name." he would pause as Laren made his way over to them before gripping the younger Mandalorians forearm. "I take it your brother is not coming?" he'd ask as he released Laren's arm. "We have one more aside from him before we begin." His gaze would shift to the droids. Personally, he had a dislike of droids, especially his own. But these were guests, and would be treated as such. "If you want the complete analysis, I suggest talking to my wife." he'd say with a laugh.

"This dried up lakebed was once Lake Takaar, and it was surrounded entirely by the Takaar mountain range and flanked by the Vinta woods." as he spoke, his hand would gesture as to how the mountains surrounded them completely. "A natural fortress. Thousands of years ago, several Clans settled here, having climbed over the mountains to do so. The main Clan would settle in the village of Dor'zavayn." he'd gesture to the ruins located some way away. "and the other, headed into the mountains to build the Citadel."

He knew they weren't there for the history, but in order for them to see the future, they would need to understand the past. "It has been hundreds of years since Dor'zavayns destruction.. And at the height of our people the Takaar mountains were lined with AA guns to add real protection to accompany the natural protection. The hope.. is to rebuild. Starting here, while we work on expelling enemies from other worlds. The more enemies we expel, the more of our kind will return home."

"Everywhere you go.. you find singular Clans, what we have here, is rare. Multiple Clans, some of old allegiances and some of new.. living and prospering together. We're proof that our kind can reunite, work towards a common goal and fight for a similar cause. And what's more, is that we have bases on three worlds: Here, Concord Dawn, and Roon and number somewhere around a thousand." he knew the number would mean much. Most Clans were tiny, but the Orar'da'yadr had had years to grow, recruit, and a place of safety to do it from. "Elsewhere, many of those tiny Clans who call for a come together have never lived alongside other Clans and then they are led by those who want to be followed without earning that right." His gaze would drift to Laren. "You want to lead, Laren.. none of our real people will follow a mercenary. Look to the leaders of old, they had causes to rally behind. Pursuit of contracts, is not a cause, even if that pursuit eventually leads to a cause. That said, I am not here to persuade either of you to take up my fight, only to make the choice of returning home. The decision to join our fight, needs to be made by oneself. So, if you want to see what we are actually doing, for our people.. after we are done here, we'll be heading to one of the fronts."

@Casmer @Scoobert @Die Shize @Forsythe Crowholde

 

[Ramail Lone]

Ramail Lone spied the Citadel, nestled on a precipice among precipices, from her vantage point in the cockpit of The Ant. Even from afar, there was nothing unassuming about the fortress that Srucayr had mentioned during the meeting in the Black Keep. It was so very different from the abandoned mining facility near Bimmiel that Ramail and her clan called home. It took up space. Unapologetically. Like the Mandalorians of old had done. The Clan Lone warrior was a little unsettled by it. It seemed like a place for unquestionable loyalties and doubtless identities. A warrior's fortress, a fulcrum for a cause.

The Clan Lone warrior's gloves tightened on The Ant's control stick as she brought the U-Wing starfighter closer to the crater down in the valley below. Clan Lone had never had a cause other than survival. Ideals, sure, and the old tenets and traditions to live by. But there had never been enough warriors to support an idea. The brief holo-transmission she had received from Farakh in response to her own transmission regarding meeting in the Black Keep had mirrored that. 'Go. Survey the place,' the alor had said, 'but do not guarantee our support.' This was a redaction from the optimism with which her alor had sent her to the meeting. It frustrated Ramail to see her Clan's leader so indecisive. But of course she knew where the hesitancy came from. Clan Lone needed but one strike to their center mass to be dealt a final killing blow. And if a small clan became one of many serving under the same banner, could their alor still consider himself such? Farakh was a prideful man, but pride could not survive cooperation.

The descent towards the crater gave Ramail time to enjoy the views. In the days since the meeting at the Black Keep, she had seen more of Mandalore than any of even the oldest of her clanfolk had seen in their entire lifetime. It had been a tenet of Clan Lone to limit the access to their ancient homeworld until it was time to return and reclaim it. Having spent time on the planet and in the company of other Mandalorians, Ramail had started to question that tenet. She felt connected, envigorated by being on Mandalore. As if the planet had been calling her home and she had only just answered that call. What tenet would take such a thing from its followers if not one created out of fear of seeing their followers leave for a better future?

In spite of these thoughts, Ramail was still undecided on... everything, really. Whether or not Srucayr's covert would be the vehicle to propel her clan into the future could not be determined by the emotions of one that was finally breathing the air of the place they were always meant to be. Other more pragmatic reasons had to be taken into consideration too.

The U-Wing came in for the landing, three small dots quickly grew into the beskar-clad figures of her kinsfolk. As soon as The Ant's landing gear settled on the dry soil, Ramail rose from her seat, made her way back into the small transport area, and engaged the landing ramp. She strode out and walked towards the three Mandalorians and the two droids, one of which was perching on the shoulder of the man with the black and purple-painted armor. Ramail recognized both him and the red-and-gold warrior as Laren of Clan Vano, and Cas of Clan Praxor. The man in white and blue, of course, was their host. The Clan Lone warrior had a penchant for remembering names and had sometimes dreamed of becoming an explorer and a historian, had the way of Mandalore not claimed her as it did. The heraldry of her people, in particular, peaked her interest.

Her own charcoal and maroon shone dully among the other colors. Ramail gave each of the Mandalorians a polite nod. "Apologies for the wait," she said. "I was... held up." She looked at Srucayr. "Are we expecting anyone else?"

@Rhogar @Scoobert @Die Shize

 

[Rakiss Vano]

Rakiss always seemed to come after a lot of the others had arrived at the landing area. Some things he did on purpose such as this, rather have a line of sight on the people attending before they knew he was there. Old habits and even newer faces and views from what he saw. His ship wasn’t as close to the others, more spaced off, and as he came out of his ship and made his way to the others, it was soon he spotted Laren.

Rakiss would go to greet his younger brother but kept quite for a moment as another of the mandalorians spoke. Srucayr would be the one to talk to him and mention Rakiss, he let them have words before interjecting. “I would hope people wouldn’t think the eldest of clan vanos leaders would not want to show to something as this.... being the oldest head leaves me responsibility that just comes with the territory, I’m sure you would understand....Laren has his own strengths regardless how he decides to go about it.

He then tilted his head slightly... overprotective of his younger half, sometimes forgetting Laren could hold his own. “As for my brother behavior... I would ask you leave that for me to place in check. I’m his family after all, and I can’t say I know you well.... if I did this would be a different story... other than that I’d like to start o the right foot, young and imaginative, but all the less my brother as well as my responsibility, let him have his dreams, it keeps the fire of the heart ablaze.”


He then came to Laren and spoke on their private coms “After this meeting Laren we need to talk, I trust we will both remember by the end of this.”

He straitened his head and walked off, walking around the two as he made his way further to the others as well where everyone was starting to go. Perhaps he had finally noticed some of this things before the meeting at the black keep that would have been seen as the act of a child, but he knew his place. Rakiss had to hold a standard his father set while on life, make war when needed and just as well discuss alternatives and solutions when called for.

He fell quite as he walked really not wanting to get side tracked. He was here for a reason and intended to see it through, he took in the surroundings wondering to himself how different this might all look in the years to come. In the end he didn’t know what to expect, all he knew is that he made big talk at the keep, and would need soon back up the words he spoke.

The black and dark crimson armor he wore seemed nothing more but hallow, a shell due to his little talk. Only doing so to greet people he knew for a moment. As he walked the path he found himself on he would soon come to the destination he sought out. Now seeing more of their people gathered. As he mingled around until the event officially started he ran into Cass “Hello Cass you look well.... I am ready to see how this plays out, what we all want is not small task but I’m sure it will come in time, anyway I’m gonna get more of a feel of this place if ya need me you know where to find me”

Rakiss had not known Cass as long as Laren, but all the same trusted her and fought by her side. Her skill in combat was truly something else, Rakiss knew mandalorians were dangerous...... but something about mandalorians of the female type were unpredictable in a way.... Rakiss had learned this the hard way before even knowing Cass, as well as it was proven again seeing her fight how she did. Non he less it was good to have an ally there.

“Oh one more thing... if my brother is out of line and I’m not present.... feel free to snap him of it, you know how he is.” then leaving her to her own matters. Then Rakiss finding his own place to keep to himself as he waited for things to start off. He didn’t want to speak out right. He more wanted to wait and feel out how the people present would mingle before he would interject

 

[Reiel Mal Crowholde]

It had been a while since she was in the Citadel, and the events at the Black Keep a few days ago prompted Reiel to stay for a little longer on Mandalore. She had sent word to Carrick about her absence, joking about cutting some pay off for her continued absence as his head of security.

For dereliction of duty, she had jested.

The smaller Mandalorian would have spent quite a while trying to reach the Citadel without any means of transportation but ba'vodu Dell had saved her the trouble, offering her a ride while also talking to her about their clanmates while she was gone.

The two Crowholdes soon descended from Dell's Y-wing after a smooth landing, talking animatedly about Kiva's marriage to Srucayr, of all things. Of course Reiel already knew about the union despite her absence, with Kiva being unable to stop herself from sending Reiel messages about the Citadel and Srucayr himself. The small Mandalorian liked to pretend that she had been ignorant about it the whole time, however, and gave Dell a mock horrified look when he mentioned about Kiva and her husband.

Said husband soon came to view, accompanied by those who have been at the Black Keep to answer Kotii Solus's call. Cas, Ramail of Clan Lone, and the Vano Brothers. There were no signs of Minerva nor Kotii, so it seemed that only the four have accepted Srucayr's invitation.

"Whatever you're planning, little Reiel," Dell warned her with fond exasperation, "it's not going to work. You won't be able to topple the big guy, let alone–"

The small Mandalorian brushed him off before charging towards Srucayr at full speed, heavy armor clanking with her every move.

"Ori'vod!!!" Reiel shouted, leaving Dell shaking his head and heading off to who knew where.

"...at least act your age, damn it."

Instead of tackling Srucayr, however, Reiel skidded to a stop beside him and gazed up at the older Mandalorian, grin still plastered on her concealed face.

"How's the married life with Kiva?" She sidled up close to the Akaan Salyr and nudged him with an elbow. "She's awesome, right? Right?"

Theirs was a union she whole-heartedly approved of. She'd played matchmaker between them, damn it!

As if noticing the other Mandalorians for the first time, Reiel turned to face them and gave the four a respectful bow. "Welcome to the Citadel, vode! Home of the Orar'da'yadr! And to those who have no idea who this idiot barging in might be, the name's Reiel Mal Crowholde. Pleasure to meet you again!"

@Rhogar @Scoobert @Die Shize @Alejandrø77

 

[Casany Praxor]

Spoiler: Music OOC [Recurring]

Around a thousand years old, history etched in the stone, bridging one wall with the other like rock as it scoffed at water trying to break it. Was that not a parallel of the galaxy trying to break the Mandalorians? Is that not why we are here? Cas was a bounty hunter, a Mandalorian bounty hunter, but she had never forgotten her roots. The history that surrounded her in this Citadel on Mandalore was not one to scoff at.

Laren Vano. Cas curled her lips behind her visor. He was one Mandalorian who had followed the other into hell and back and again, and she had followed him the same distance. They had shared drinks, blood, battle; had battled each other and others and had come out as two equals in a universe that did not cater to imbalance as far as Mandalorians went. What that meant was that if these two Mandalorians were stronger or weaker than the other then they would not have made it this far together.

“Vod,” Cas greeted as her arm locked with Laren’s. She looked between her friend’s droids like they were instead nexu all over again. Adorable… Her own droid, Rawl, was back in her Winged Pike, likely counting Z’s like the good-for-nothing he was but oh well. The Citadel had given Cas one more reason to keep awake.

So, Srucayr had a wife, eh? That brought back one memory in one cantina when Cas (rather inebriated mind you) had squeezed the thigh of one Srucayr after having been supplied booze from one Laren. Won’t make that mistake again.

She listened on to her tour guide as he covered Lake Takaar and the Vinta woods, Dor’zavayn and the Citadel again. There were the Takaar mountains like teeth of daggers against the enemies who dared to take them. And what are we besides teeth?

So, Orar'da'yadr was much more than a cookie club led by an Oreo Daddy. No, it was a collection of clans, right here and right now, then and there, and between Concord Dawn and Roon and anywhere else. And where are we besides here and now? To lead ourselves to then and there?

Others of the brethren showed up soon enough, among them Rakiss Vano, the brother of a brother that Cas could not forget. “I look as well as I feel.” Cas smiled, her helmet having come off by then, naked eyes scanning the fortress.

“And consider it done. Your brother just needs a woman like me to keep him centered. I achieved as much in our cage fight, after all.” A playful punch fell upon Rakiss’ chest before the latter moved on.

Reiel Mal Crowholde moved with the moments, barging in out of nowhere with clearly an affinity for Srucayr and then some. The sister was just one more Mandalorian that Casany Praxor had since come to know over the years; had fought with and killed with, and what better way to get to know one of your own?

“I am impressed,” Cas declared as she back-walked in front of the group, not that anyone needed her verdict. Her fingers drummed the helmet held beneath armpit. “There is more than history here. More than family. There is future.”

Her free fist bounced off her helm; her other face. “There is promise. I’ve got aliit beyond my own, beyond Clan Praxor, right here and now, and what more could I ask for?”

Cas’ eyes danced between one Mando and the other as she grinned. “Only for more.”

@Rhogar @Scoobert @Casmer @Alejandrø77 @Forsythe Crowholde

 

[Srucayr]

Unlike the low din of the Black Keep interior, the lakebed of Takaar was bright with the midday sun and as such, Ramail would be able to see the finer details of Srucayr's beskar: Mando'a. Hundreds of Mandalorian glyphs had been etched into the segmented plates and if she stopped to read any particular section, she would be able to tell it was the long history of their people. It seemed the ancient beskar doubled as a legend of sorts for the history of the Mando'ade. Srucayr's tone was light as he greet Ramail, even extending his arm to her. "Sister, good to see you could make it. Welcome to Lake Takaar and the ruins of Dor'zavayn." he'd gesture to the ancient village that lay undisturbed behind him. "We are and-ahh. Here he is."

Srucayr would offer his nod to the oldest Vano. "Raksis, I presume. Glad you also could join us, brother. We will see what the gods decide here, today. Hopefully, at the least of it, you all find a new home."

He was about to say more before Reiel came charging at him like a spiced up miniature bantha screaming to the high heavens. Had there been a sniper around, she would not only have given away their position, she would have been far too appealing a target to pass up. "Married life is about as one would expect. One of the droids wanted a full analytic, so I told them to ambush Kiva for the results. She'll enjoy that, I'm sure. And yes, say hello to my little sister. Or at least the closest thing I have to an urchin." he'd say lightheartedly.

While Cas spoke, Srucayr would reach up to his helm, breaking the seal and lifting it overhead before clipping it to his belt. One hand would move to freshen out the slightly graying dreads while the other hand clipped the helm to his belt. Though he was young by the galaxy's standards, he was advanced for a Mandalorian and his appearance bore the look of a man whose life had been devoted to fighting. His left eye had started to gray over, the sign of a long past battle a scar that would linger. "I am pleased you think so, Cas. We have the makings of a mighty Coalition.. one where any Clan, no matter how small, has a voice. Has a purpose."

@Casmer @Forsythe Crowholde @Die Shize @Alejandrø77 @Scoobert

 

[Laren Vano]

Lake Takaar was quite the sight. The waters were quite beautiful. The light of the sun glistening over and showing what to the naked eye looked like sparkling waves. Laren felt at peace here. He was at home with his people. Nothing felt better. Then he heard the squealing voice of a girl. His head immediately shot to see who it was. She looked to know Sru very well.

When Sru had introduced her Laren nodded to show he acknowledged her. Then flipped his eyes to look at Sru and correct him for his brother, “It’s Rakiss, only get one name.. might as well say it right.”

Laren chuckled as he nodded to Sru to show no harm, no foul. Then he looked to his brother and began to speak,

“As for you my vod. Don’t belittle my intelligence.. the last person to do so bears the blood eagle in a collapsed basement. As well as many others. I trust you know I’m more than capable.”

Laren let a soft chuckle out then continued,

“And Cas, if were another man I would have thought you’d be flirting. I haven’t forgotten your drunken stories mate. Now as for the day, if no one else will be joining us then please, let us continue. I want to see how great the Citadel truly is.”

Laren smiled as he spoke, this was a good time to be here. With people he knew and trusted. There was a lot to see and the sun is up for only so long. Might as well see as much as you can.

@Rhogar @Die Shize @Alejandrø77 @Forsythe Crowholde @Casmer

 

[Ramail Lone]

Ramail clasped Srucayr's arm with her own. "Thank you, ner'vod. I'd be remiss to pass up your invitation." Clad in his silver armor and with the sun narrating the story written on it in mando'a glyphs, Srucayr looked like a Mandalorian of old, of status, of power. He emanated confidence and leadership, the two traits their people had lacked for a long time. Ramail had to remind herself that looks could be deceiving, though. If this man truly had what it took to rally their people to his cause, he would have to show it before Ramail would allow herself to believe it.

Shortly thereafter, more of their people arrived. Ramail recognised them from the meeting at the Black Keep. It would seem that, while Kotii Solus had called the moot, it was Srucayr's movement that benefitted from it. Ramail did not feel weird about accepting Srucayr's invitation. If the Solus warrior reached out, she would give him the same benefit of the doubt, the same chance to prove that his summoning of the clans didn't lack substance.

Ramail would greet the newcomers with a respectful nod of her head. Otherwise, she would stay quiet, patiently waiting for the exchange of niceties to be over.

@Forsythe Crowholde @Die Shize @Alejandrø77 @Scoobert @Rhogar

 

[Reiel Mal Crowholde]

An urchin?

The smallest Mandalorian in the group would've guffawed at the light-hearted teasing but Reiel suppressed the urge, already quietly assuming that any more childish behavior would make her appear like some sort of a pain in the backside.

Whatever comment she was about to make had to be postponed for the time being as Cas spoke of her approval of the Mandalorians gathered here. Her words made Reiel straighten, shoulders squared with pride, as she spoke after Srucayr, "You won't be left wanting, sister. We're all built to give more than the galaxy expects."

Her helmeted gaze shifted over to the Vano Brothers after giving Ramail a friendly wave of one gloved hand. Nudging Srucayr again, Reiel lifted her hands to swiftly remove her own helm, tucking it in one arm and gesturing towards the place her clan now called home with her free hand.

"Looks like someone's ready to be awed by our home's greatness, ori'vod," she told Srucayr, her brown eyes locked on Laren's visor. "Let's show them around! Unless we're still waiting for others..."

@Rhogar @Die Shize @Casmer @Scoobert @Alejandrø77

 

[Casany Praxor]

Spoiler: Music OOC [Recurring]

Srucyar’s helmet came off. There was a face beneath it. Cas had seen that face back in that cantina, and there it was again, grizzled and given. His wife was a lucky woman.

His Praxor sister him a simple, slow nod at his talk of a mighty coalition. Tell me that years ago and I would not have believed it. Years later and I would have fallen for it. Years later, go kriff yourself. Today… Today…

Today was going to be quite a day and it would not take the sun to light it up, though it would reflect on the hearts of these Mandalorians no less than it did the lakebed of Takaar.

Those Mandalorians, were they anything less? Blood ties besides, these Mandalorians were united this day. The bonds are strong. The binds are long. The old saying of her own clan slipped into Casany’s mind as she smiled at the banter between her droten.

Laren brought her back to one di’kut’s basement where the Vanos and the Praxor had killed a bounty and freed another. But not before the former saw a blood eagle crafted into his body and the latter saw the building blow up with fireworks.

Drunken stories, however, were best kept back in that cantina for now. The amusement of that memory was not lost on Cas as she recalled the words of her sister. Reiel's helmet had come off. There was a woman beneath it with a face that did not betray either heart or mind.

“Our people built this…” Casany lingered as she turned to face the Citadel. “...And as Crowholde said, our people were built for this… I’m ready when you are, vode.”

@Rhogar @Scoobert @Casmer @Alejandrø77 @Forsythe Crowholde

 

[Srucayr]

They were all here and they were already to carry on. "Very well, brothers and sisters, follow me." Srucayr would say as he began to leave the Lake Takaar Lakebed. Their walk would take them through ruins of an ancient village, that had still looked as if it had been frozen time. "For those who weren't here, Dor'zavayn. Ancestral home of the leading Clan of the Coalition." Though the village wasn't anything so majestic in overall appearance, it looked as if it could hold over a thousand verde when it was still active. Various other Mandalorians walked the ruins, seemingly starting repairs and updates on the old bones.

"In preparation for the future, we have started to branch out from the Citadel. We wish to rebuild Dor'zavayn and eventually launch an expedition to recover the lost fortress of Tremarrow. And beyond that, one day line the mountaintops with more working AA guns. One day, Keldabe will be reclaimed and rebuilt, but for now we need to work with what we have."

Passing through the final row of defunct buildings they would reach the base of the mountain, where just behind a cleft of stone, hid ray shielded steel doors. "This is one of two ways into the Citadel. Or rather, the main way. It's heavily guarded day and night and just beyond here.." he'd activate a button on his bracer. "Two sets of AP turrets accompanied by twenty men. This brings us into the heart of the mountain which contains the current living bunkers, and most of the Clans holdings."

Once his activation code cleared, the ray shield would drop, and the steel doors would slide apart, making a walkway wide enough for only two warriors to enter shoulder to shoulder. "By design, it can open wider, current protocol is two abreast. Makes it easier on the defenders."

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