Trial of the Clans - Open Hostilities

[Vinny]

STORYTELLER​

The Clans have gathered on Mandalore. Over the central plaza security vehicles under the command of Mand'alor keep a careful watch on the tense atmosphere. Tents and stalls had been set up and the plaza had been cordoned off into sections for each of the Houses of Mandalore, with lesser clans milling between them. Minor tensions flare here and there, fights break out, a welcome sight for some present. The calm before the storm has everyone on edge but none are more so than the members of House Skirata and the members of Clan Treval. With their ambitious Countess just inside of the great hall and the Duke of Skirata well on his way both sides look eager to settle their differences the Mandalorian way.

On the east side of the Plaza, near the small barricade set up to separate the area reserved for House Skirata and House Vizla over a dozen members of the rogue clan have made their presence known. Just as many from House Skirata have moved to intercept them-anger over the vicious attack on one of their sub-clans already pushing them to near violence. At the head of the Treval Aggressors is Maot Treval, standing at the front of his men with his helmet in place and a long scarf sporting Treval yellows. House Skirata is championed in this confrontation by Yem Skirata. Anger is clear on her face, along with orange war paint. She already has her blaster drawn.

Spoiler: Surroundings

As you look around, you can see that several members of the other Clans have come to watch and look less than interested in interfering.

Spoiler: House Vizla

After speaking to them, the members of House Vizla seem split on the topic. Some are of the mind to drag Clan Treval out of their territory while others are eager to see what happens.

Spoiler: Maot Treval and his Companions

Maot Treval looks confident, the Treval clan prides itself in having a cool head and a marked confidence even in the face of extreme danger. Not a one of his brothers and sisters look willing to back down from antagonizing House Skirata.

Spoiler: Yem Skirata and her Companions

Yem Skirata appears to be beside herself, a distinct lack of patience on her face. The rest of her clan looks equally ready for this to descend into a firefight. With the loss of so many friends and allies after Treval's attack, it is no wonder.

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[Chask274]

In all his years, there had never been a time where Aiden had seen anybody this wound up before. The tension in the plaza could be cut with a knife, and anyone with half a brain cell left would be able to see that the whole area was a powder keg just waiting to go off. The newly appointed Count had been talking with a couple warriors from his clan when several people jogged by, heading for the Skirata and Vizsla areas of the plaza. Looking over in that direction, he could faintly hear shouting over the sounds of the gathering, and sighed heavily. "Excuse me, vode, but I think it's best if I went to see what's going on. Keep an eye on things over here while I'm gone, yeh?" As he turned to leave, the two men offered to escort him, but he brushed aside the offer, knowing he could handle himself.

The appointment to Count of Clan Fett, while surprising, wasn't unwelcome for the Dominion veteran. Aiden had been striving the last six years or so to help improve the standing of his House, and by extension Clan, and it had finally paid off. With the new position came the resources required to pull off the plan he'd been working on for some time now, a plan that would hopefully put the name Fett back on the map in a big way. But before that could happen, he needed to see if this situation in the plaza could be resolved. Approaching the scene from House Vizsla side, it became clear what was going on. In a move that Aiden saw as foolhardy, a group from Treval had decided to front up to House Skirata and strut about, further antagonizing the already irritated members of Skirata. As he got closer to the two hostile groups, he overheard several of members of Vizsla discussing the situation with varying viewpoints. 'Hmm, seems like the Vizsla's are split on the issue, can't be sure which side they'll support if this goes south...'

Finally getting to the front of the crowd, he got a good look at the group from Treval, vaguely recognizing the man that seemed to be leading them. Rolling his eyes with a sigh, he called out to Maot. "Oi, Maot! What seems to be the problem here? Because there must be a problem if you and your people are foolish enough to try and provoke Skirata after what you lot pulled." If the situation did end up going south, Aiden was ready, as he was wearing his full armor and had his sword and pistol strapped securely to his belt.

 

[crab]

Zal was still stationed on Mandalore, much to his chagrin. Too much politics, too little action. The perfect storm seemed to have landed him square outside the meeting of the clans, the dictionary definition of "Place Zal does not want to be." For most of the day he had been meandering around the Tenau encampment, trying his best to familiarize himself with his clansmen and praying to Hod Ha'ran that his father hadn't hauled his wreched body up from the boonies to attend. For once, it seemed the trickster god had taken mercy on him.

Or maybe he hadn't. A commotion interrupted his day of lazing about, causing a wave of Mandalorians from all clans to uproot themselves and follow the shouts, Zal among them. He audibly groaned at the sight before them. His people were adept at color-coding to make things simple, and in this case anyone could see that there was a scuffle between two houses. Thankfully, it seemed that there were some who were smart enough to do something other than gawk. A rather important-looking man in Fett green seemed to be scolding the Treval leader. Standing on the opposite side of the mob as the Fett, Zal angrily pushed on his freshly-painted purple helmet. He had his blaster on his hip but was by no means ready to use it. Not yet, at least. Rushing to the edge of the barricade, he shouted,

“You’re going to destroy this Dominion with your tantrum faster than the Sith and Jedi could hope! Stand down, you idiots!”

 

[Minuteman75]

Wearing new CCT armor painted emerald, marking him as part of House Fett, Shiro made his way through the crowd in the plaza to head for the disturbance. In all honestly felt good to wear armor and belong to something again he thought. That feeling was rendered remote with the recent tension on Mandalore playing out for all to see. Beneath the helmet Shiro gritted his teeth in frustration, he didn't join the Mandalorians just to watch them to fall apart.

We got more than enough enemies in the galaxy, then waste time on these damn feuds. The former Republic soldier thought to himself. This kind of nonsense seems to be universal no matter what system or culture it be, he concluded. Let that said, he wasn't going to let his new homeland suffer for such incompetence like the Republic did to itself. Finally reaching the barricade just as a purple helmeted warrior shouted to Clan Trevel to stand down.

Shiro can feel the tension in the air and many in crowd judging by the body languages seem to welcome the chance for bloodshed. As the saying goes be careful what you wish for... With left hand on his pistol holster, Shiro Yama Fett spotted Aiden, a warrior who allowed him into clan Fett, confronting the smug Trevel leader. Sliently he positioned himself on Aiden's right side, ready to aid his count just in case of sudden violence. Through the comms channel within their helmets, he said to Aiden.

[Got your back boss.]

 

[LordOfShadows]

The constant bickering of the two houses couldn't have been any worse. It seemed to fluctuate from time to time, but it was all just giving him a headache. Telag had attended due to the fact that his betters, of the small Clan Zar'af, in the past had sided with House Vizla on many issues. Though, Clan Zar'af had chosen to remain independent of any house due to uncertainty that war would inevitably breakout within the clans. Clan Zar'af had lost many members over the past century and they couldn't afford to loose the few warriors they had left. Even recruiting seemed to be difficult with the few resources they had available. Telag wished to remain independent, but his older cousin thought otherwise. His second cousin now held the reigns of Clan Zar'af and defeated Telag's father in fair combat a few years ago. His cousin, Cairon Zar'af, held ideals closer to that of House Vizla and wanted to no longer be an unaffiliated clan.

Telag, having been playing ambassador on and off the last few years, stood in the midst of those of House Vizla. His new black matted CCT armor encased his body like it was custom fit for a warrior of his stature. The most visible of his weapons were his Thunderbuster pistol and his XPC-71 rifle. He would hate this to burst into anything other than empty words, but he knew better than to keep that mentality. Though he was there in response to the invitation of House Vizla, his ties were that to the Dominion. That would have to stand before anything else at the moment. With the threat of the Sith seeming to become more of a problem, the Dominion would need to hold it together.

The feeling of regret started to hit the aged Mandalorian of even showing up. Though, he felt a bit relieved when he barely recognized the voice of Count Aiden Fett lash out at the group from Treval. He remained in his place preparing to take any action if he felt like there was a need. Patience had been learned throughout the course of the years and he was quickly losing it. It wasn't as if he was waiting to take a shot at a target, but it was a conflict under the guise of a heated battle of words. Telag pursed his lips to speak out, but refrained. He felt it better to see what would transpire next before jumping to any conclusions.

 

[Vinny]

STORYTELLER​

Maot rolls his head but does not tilt his head. He keeps his eyes trained on those of his counterpart from house Skirata. One of the largest non-house Clans in the Dominion, Treval has the bite to back up it's bark and it's distinct loathing for house Skirata has made for quite a hotbed of contention between the two factions. Maot's eyes flash only once in Aiden's direction before he bears his teeth in a mocking smile and greets him.

"Aiden! Don't be such a buzz kill. This is neutral territory, yeh?" He spreads his arms wide, his fellows laugh. "Look. I got no problems with the Dominion, we're a force to be reckoned with. But since when do we get all bent out of shape over a contest of strength and skill? Huh?" He gave a flippant gesture to Yem. "House Skirata over here wants us to play nice, what the hell do they think we are? The Republic? I'm sorry but I ain't no senator, Count." He snapped.

Yem took a hostile step forward. "House Skirata stands for a stronger Dominion, thing's change, times change, it's like Zal says, if we keep fighting among ourselves the Jedi and Sith won't even have a chance to pick a fight of their own. You contested a training convoy, not a battle ready detachment. Murderer." Yem snarled, one of her peers had to grab her shoulder to hold her back.

"At the cost of our culture, you mean. I ain't givin up my Resol'nare." He snapped, "Clan Treval will be House Treval an if that means we gotta walk over you karkin Skirata. So be it."

Spoiler: House Vizla

Several members of house Vizla have left their perches to actually join Maot and his bretheren in standing against House Skirata, even more interested in seeing the fighting break out.

Spoiler: Surroundings

A careful eye can spot a figure moving it's way through some of the side paths on the Vizla side, moving away from the Skirata camp.

Spoiler: Tensions

Tensions are HIGH

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