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Post#1 » Fri Aug 09, 2013 10:49 am

Mandalore, it had been some time since Davma had been here last. The home of his people was only a bad reminder of how far they had fallen... that is until he had heard of Mand'alor the Pretender's death. Now his fighter the Parjai came out of hyperdrive into orbit around Manda'yaim and quickly descended, heading for the outskirts of Keldabe. His fighter came down a little south of the grand granite hill that the Capital resided on. Where he landed there were already many others ships of varying designs and sizes yet there was something similar to each of them, they all had the insignia of Clan Tracinya upon them. As the Parjai finally touched down he opened the cockpit and jumped out onto the ground. The grass crunched beneath his armored boots as he straightened himself out.



"Alor Tracinya!" Many people called out, hitting their chests with their fists as they acknowledged their chieftain. Davma looked to them all around them and gave them all a salute back. This area had been made into an encampment and all around Davma could hear the drums beating and horns blaring as ancient Mandalorian war chants erupted amongst the clan. Such things had been forgotten and lost among many of the other clans, it was shameful. For now it was only Clan Tracinya that was meeting here but Davma had already sent out a message on the holonet for the system and known Mando'ade channels. It was a simple message.



"The Clans lie scattered and divided, pushed to separate and stay weak by a sickness of greed and stagnation. The Pretender now lays dead and a choice must be made. Clan Tracinya offers a way to go back to the golden days of glory and honor. Where fighting side by side with your brothers for victory alone meant more than credits. If you want more than a life of thuggery and greed then come back to Mandalore! Meet at these coordinates with Clan Tracinya and let your voice be heard! Kad Ha'rangir still demands war and victory! It is time for a Mand'alor that will answer that call!"



It was quite the speech, at least he thought so. He knew that many would soon be arriving to show their support. From the reports he had been getting there were many that were showing interest in the old ways. The numbers of Clan Tracinya had been growing as well, he had seen many new faces on the last couple raids he had been in. As Davma walked with these thoughts in his head he stopped when he felt someone step in front of him. Looking up Davma saw the helm of his Honor Guard Captain Kandosi.



"Alor, I have the Guard keeping an eye on the perimeter. Even though you have gained much more support we shouldn't let down our guard. We both know that the depths many of our corrupted brethren have fallen to would allow them to even fathom attacking you." Kandosi said as he gave Davma a salute. Davma returned the salute and gave a nod of his head.



"I understand Kandosi, but do not worry. I will not allow myself to fall here, so close to my goal. And if I do, then I was never worthy enough to lead the Mando'ade." Davma replied and he could feel Kandosi straigthen out his back as if he had been affected by such a simple statement. "Just keep an eye on things Kandosi. Let us enjoy our time back on our homeworld and let the other Clans make their arrival." Davma said patting the younger man on the shoulder as he walked away from him.



"Of course Alor, as you command." Kandosi said, saluting at Davma's back as he watched his Chief walk away. Turning away only when he couldn't see him in the crowd before walking away. Running through different scanners in his helmet he was adamant on there being no unexpected surprises here.

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Post#2 » Fri Aug 09, 2013 9:50 pm

Lok'Tar had only been looking from afar standing in a dense tree line near where the crowd had gathered. He had been standing there quite some time with his entire clan which was about 40 strong. It had been a long time since a call had been put out but it was the duty of every Mando'ade to respond.



For over an hour Lok'Tar and the rest of his clan had been waiting in the tree line a dead silence had captured the group a long time ago as they stared and waited as if there very life depended on it until finally he appeared before the crowd. Lok'Tar's eyes widened upon seeing him and he instantly reacted rushing out from the treeline his 40 members in toe there large footsteps almost making the ground shake as they moved getting closed to the crowd's edge.



Lok'Tar had brought a deadly silence with him as his Clan began to overshadow the back of the crowed which now looked over to them. Lok'Tar walked forward rather slowly with two of his warriors following behind pushing through the crowd with ease as they make sure to move out of his way until finally he reached the end of the crowd and now stood overshadowing the one who called this meeting.



Lok'Tar looked down on this person that stood before him and slowly reached for his large vibroblade which he pulled out and raised above his head holding there for a brief moment before plunging it into the ground in front of him and bending along with his warriors and his clan who stood behind the crowd before the man. In a loud and clear voice he said



"Su cuy'gar Ner vod! Ner Mand'alor. Aliit Aranar Haat, Ijaa, Haa'it."



With his clan following suite and repeating the last section of the oath. The silence continued throughout the crowd which now eagerly awaited the response from Mand'alor. </div>




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Post#3 » Fri Aug 09, 2013 10:51 pm

Davma was speaking with a clan mate of his when he heard the commotion being stirred near the outer flanks of the crowd. He could sense a large number of large presences making their way over to where they all were but he didn't feel any hostility at all. In fact after he felt just how large the presence was he realized just who it was that was making their appearance. The crowd started to part though Kandosi came walking over, his body language showing he was a little concerned with what was going on. Before he could do anything Davma stepped forward and waved him back with his hand. Kandosi nodded and stepped back as he was told, watching as Davma merely put his hands behind his back and watched as the large giants came strolling up to him.



The one in lead looked down at him and Davma kept his gaze straight up back at him. When the giant pulled out a large vibroblade and raised it above its head Davma gave a small grin underneath his helm. As he expected the blade shot down straight into the ground and the giant moved down onto bended knee along with the others of his clan. He had heard of Clan Aranar, a much respected clan if not one that had grown rather small. A shame really. Davma listened as the giant Lok'tar spoke out in his loud voice and smiled hearing his words. Glorious, this was going to be a glorious day. Reaching out Davma put his right hand on Lok'tar shoulder.



"Haat, Ijaa, Haa'it. Ner vod." Davma said to him, sealing the pact they had formed. He had the support of his own Clan to be Mand'alor, but that would never be enough. Now though a second clan was with him and a powerful one at that even if they were small in number. Already other's were arriving, some Clans by ship and others by land. "Motir." Davma said to Lok'tar as he then looked around to those that were gathering around. It had finally started, the word would be spreading. Taking a deep breath he reached up and unhooked his helmet, lifting it up off his head as he walked over to a nearby ship and activated his jetpack to fly up and land on top. Looking out at all those assembled he smiled.



"Vode! Vode An! Once, once we were brothers all! We were the wrath of Mandalore! We were one indomitable heart! Those days have long since passed! When we turned our backs on Kad Ha'rangir, when we turned our back on our faith what happened? We faced death and destruction at Malachor! A defeat so devastating we have been not even a shell of what we once were. We have been pawns of the Dar'jetii and the Jetii, the Empire and the Republic and most recently the Alliance! We used to be conquerors! We caused the galaxy to tremble when we gathered in number! Now we are nothing more than bounty hunters and thugs chasing credits. Pawns in the games of those that should be conquered!" Davma roared out, his voice was loud and booming yet he enhanced it with the force as well to make sure that it rocked all those that heard it here.



"We have always been an adaptive people, changing to whatever benefited us. It is in our nature, but the way we are now leaves us merely scraping by. Why have we stayed like this? Why have we not realized that we only truly thrived when we followed Kad Ha'rangir? But those days of glory are not lost Vode! Kad Ha'rangir calls us still! He waits for us to answer! He waits for us to take the glory that we all want! He will not hand it to us, he will only hand us the chance to take it! To change who we are and become what we should be! We should be Mando'ade! We should be the noble sons of Mandalore! Let all those that stand before us light the night sky in flame! I remember, and my vengeance burns brighter still! The gauntlet of Mandalore strikes without mercy! For we are the rage of the warriors of the shadow! The First Noble Sons of Mandalore! Every last traitorous soul shall kneel in our shadow! Yet our vengeance burns brighter still! Every last traitorous soul shall fall! And glory, eternal glory... we shall bear its weight together! Forged like the saber in the fires of death! Our vengeance burns brighter still!" Davma roared out, his last words ringing out with an echo as his fist was raised high above his head.

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Post#4 » Sat Aug 10, 2013 7:32 am

"*Bal then megin?" a voice called over the throng, deep and authoritative and experienced. Most of the crowd quelled from the sound of his counter-argument. He did not even need to use the Force to amplify his voice. Adenn was not as big a celebrity as Davma, but he was known to many of the clan alores present, and when they gave him their silence most of their clansmen followed suit. Of course, not everyone cared and there were still cheers from the parts of the crowd that did not yet notice him in the spreading silence, and catcalls from those caught up in the fervor.



?**After mhi jurkad haar aruetii then megin? Launch a oyula akaan sa cuun brothers be ruug'la? Pehir bat haar Resol?Nare? Gar olaror olar proclaiming bah cuyir haar projor Mand'alore bal su haar sol'yc thing gar vaabir is ke'gyce us bah slanar against cuun true heritage!? he said while walking towards Davma through the parting crowd.



He removed his helmet, showing a granite face of experience. Continuing to approach, he spat at the ground to show his distaste. ?*** Mando'ade are not verde mhi vaabir not slanar bah akaan sha haar whim be any will a cuun own. Mand'alores are not administrators Mando'ade liser viinir cuun own lives mhi shi linibar ni general ni leadership when it's called par.?



Adenn pointed his finger at Davan. ?****Nau'ur kad gar own beskar'gam.? That made the silence around him deafening. Telling a man to forge his own armor was tantamount to calling him less than a man. It called him weak and reliant on others, exposed to the Galaxy and a weakness in the brotherhood that was the Mandalorian culture. That one statement, made in Mandalorian to a supposed leader who spoke all in Basic, was enough to remove many uncertainties from those who were not sure of Davan?s leadership. Now it would come down to how he reacted.



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*And then what?

**After we attack the aruetii, then what? Launch a galactic war like our brothers of old? Spit on the Six Actions? You come here proclaiming to be the next Mand'alore and yet the first thing you do is order us to go against our true heritage!

***Mandalorians are not soldiers. We do not go to war at the whim of any will but our own. Mand'alores are not administrators. Mandalorians can run our own lives. We just need general leadership when it's called for.

****Forge your own armor.
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Post#5 » Sat Aug 10, 2013 2:55 pm

The oath had been made and Lok'Tar rose from his kneeling position with his clan following suit. He looks down at his sword and leaves it there standing next to who he considered Mand'alor standing as tall as he was despite the amount of sword that was already lodged into the ground.



Lok'Tar took his position behind Davma Looking out onto the crowd along with his two warriors that had followed him to the front. It was not long before Adenn made himself known to the crowd and gained the snarling and disrespect of Lok'Tar.



Lok'Tar would not interfere however wanting to gauge how Mand'alor would deal with this complete disrespect. This was Mand'alor's first test but how would he overcome it, thought Lok'Tar, will he simply set me or his lackeys upon Davma or will he seek another route. </div>




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<a href='http://z7.invisionfree.com/StarWarsGala ... opic=15568' target='_blank' rel='nofollow'>Chief of State Meyuu</a> ~ <a href='http://z7.invisionfree.com/StarWarsGala ... opic=15601' target='_blank' rel='nofollow'>Padawan Ekon</a> ~ <a href='http://z7.invisionfree.com/StarWarsGala ... opic=15598' target='_blank' rel='nofollow'>High Admiral Jiang Blecher</a> ~ <a href='http://z7.invisionfree.com/StarWarsGala ... opic=15681' target='_blank' rel='nofollow'>Empress Cleopatra Ptolomey</a> ~ <a href='http://z7.invisionfree.com/StarWarsGala ... opic=15613' target='_blank' rel='nofollow'>Enforcer Ergesh</a>



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<a href='http://z7.invisionfree.com/StarWarsGala ... opic=15696' target='_blank' rel='nofollow'>Chieftan Lok'Tar</a></div>

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Post#6 » Mon Aug 12, 2013 7:10 am

((Ooc: excuse the shittiness of the post. Use your imagination, i dont have much time to go into too much depth. Also, not much time to research to translate much of the language. Again pretend hes saying manda'o))



The sky seemed to darken around the crowd with planet Mandalore. A eerie and chilly wind tore through the hillside as the shadowy silhouettes of ten figures appear only a couple of feet from the crowd of Mandalorians. The beast of Concord Dawn had arrived. With him was an entourage of his toughest and most built members of Clan Ordo's Super-commandos. All draped in tattered cloaks, war torn armor, and smelling like rotting flesh from their game of hunt they had just completed. Leading them in the fray was the 7 and a half foot monster himself: Victus, otherwise known as Darth Metus to the Sith. To the meager Mandalorians in crowd that know of him thus fear him would feel like the planet trembled with each step he took. Victus's exploits were renowned with the Mandalorian system for being the one of the most brutal, toughest, and vicious Mandalorian in the era. He was a terrifying sight.



With an arrogant grin, Metus outstretched his arms. "Well what do we have here?! Hm?! The infamous Davma trying to unite the clans?!" He bellowed with his voice. The giant human took a moment to glare at the crowd before him. "And what qualifies you to be Mand'alor? Simply calling a meeting at our capital? Such a mediocre task might impress the weak but not the likes of Clan Ordo!" Contrary to his words, rumors of Davma's exploits have reached Victus's ears but to him they were just that: rumors. If this pretender wanted the loyalty of Victus or his clan, he would have to prove his worth. Victus would be a great ally to him or an even greater enemy. "My clan and I have spent years caching weapons and armaments on Concord Dawn for the very same reason you speak of! We demand the mask and we will not let it fall to the hands of yet another unprepared fool!"



The cold eyes of the former Sith then fell upon the dissenter. Victus disliked the E'tad'nare with great prejudice. Not only did they seem more light than dark but would rather have the Mandalorians continue to serve scumbags who find glory through their own work. This did not sit well at all for him. To Victus, the Mandalorians needed to make the galaxy tremble once more as an unstoppable juggernaut and not by being the tools of the highest bidder. "Silence E'tad'Nare." He called. "A great crusade does not break the Six Actions." He turned to the ground with a evil smile. "To me, contributing to my clan's welfare means bringing glory and stories of how our brothers and sisters fought with great valor for the Mandalorian cause!" With that simple sentence, quite a few Mandalorians cheered loudly. He didnt trust those force user or their relentless preachings. He wondered if either Davma or himself were crowned Mand'alor how fast they would break the sixth action. Hypocrites. "You are foolish enough to be brought into the Republic's lies. The Crusades brought us more glory then anything else! We gave the galaxy a fight it never forgot. Till this day they fear how powerful we could become united! It seems that you fear this as well!"

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Post#7 » Thu Aug 15, 2013 2:27 am

Davma was quite proud of what he was seeing, and when he heard the first voice of dissent he did what those around him weren't expecting. The man was known to have short fuse yet as the E'tad'nare insulted him Davma merely moved his hands behind his back. Standing there before all eyes he kept an almost regal standing. Under that helm his smile grew wider and wider when another presence made itself known, one that threw insults and bravado around. Davma was quite glad these two had showed up, it proved something to him. It proved that those corrupted and working against Kad Ha'rangir considered him a threat and that meant one thing... he was on the right path. Davma listened quietly as finally the two finished their arguments. Moving a hand to pat Lok'Tar on the chest as a sign to calm him Davma gave a small chuckle.



Out of the two Davma considered Victus to be more a challenge, though he didn't think the E'tad'nare would even side with him right now. Taking in a deep breath Davma slowly looked between the two of them. "The Clans have been broken, not by an enemy out there." Davma said as he pointed up, straight into the stars. "Not by an enemy of the physical, but an enemy of the spiritual. A horrible spirit of stagnation and waste has grown amongst our kind. One, one fights to protect the tradition of stagnation." Davma said moving a hand in the direction of the E'tad'nare. "The other, fights for the sake of glory... something I understand. But how can you fight the sickness that has weakened us when you are too worried about personal glory to see it?" Davma said as he looked to all other Mando'ade there.



"The clans act as if they aren't a threat but the galaxy fears us still. People think we war out of spite... or bloodlust..." Davma said looking from the E'tad'nare then to Victus. "They... don't understand and they fear that." Davma said as he raised his hands up. "Victus, where you may have gathered weapons and insult me for merely calling the Mando'ade here as such a small thing then why have you not already done so? Why is it that I, the one you so adamantly claim is weaker then you, had more heart to call forth all the clans? Why is it that I not only gathered weapons but used them, I lead every charge with my own clan as we raided worlds and sought glory and battle! I know you have strength but I do not know if you have the will to use it! I do!" Davma said as he slammed his fists down on his armor.



"No Mando'ade should have to fight an aruetii's war for the price of a day's food! No Mando'ade should have to fight at all, except to defend Manda'yaim and for the glory that Kad Ha'rangir demands! We have to stop being the tools of governments that don't care if we live or die so long as we do their bidding! No Mando'ade should heed the call for war save the one given by Mand'alor! We have been reduced to nothing but mere pawns of the greater forces of the galaxy! This is not honorable! This is a shame that I will no longer accept!" Davma almost roared, his passion burning him inside as a sense of fury came from saying this. His hatred for the situation the Mando'ade were in showing in his movements.



"When the Mando'ade gather the galaxy watches with baited breath! When a clan calls for blood whole systems shake in fear! But when the Mando'ade unite and call for a crusade... it is the galaxy that trembles! I will take upon the mantle! I will take the responsibility! I will lead the clans on a crusade that will see the galaxy crushed under heel!" Davma said as he then turned and looked at Victus. "Clan Ordo, you are known wide and far as being one of the oldest and most loyal clans. I heed you to hear my call, stand with Clan Tracinya and with all others that also want a grand resurgence of the Mando'ade! Let the galaxy know that the Clans will no longer be divided! Let the galaxy know fear once more!" Davma said as he kept his gaze on Victus. Waiting to see just what the man would do.

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Post#8 » Thu Aug 15, 2013 5:01 am

Adenn had had enough of this. Pulling his blaster from a holster in his armor, he fired a shot just over Davma's left shoulder; a warning shot.



"I challenge your claim." he said, keeping his blaster level.

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Post#9 » Thu Aug 15, 2013 10:48 am

The blaster shot went flying by and Davma didn't even flinch, he merely looked over at Adenn slowly. "How dare you even shoot at our Alor like so!" Kandosi roared out as he came forward from the crowd with dual blasters in hand. "Kandosi!" Davma yelled and Kandosi held back, shaking his head in annoyance as he lowered his blasters and stepped back into the crowd. "And so the E'tad'nare shows it's true face! As defenders of the sloth god and stagnation." Davma said as he started to walk towards Adenn. "Don't worry vod, I will free you from the corruption hindering your sight. I shall free you from this sickness. By force if I must." He said as his hands fell to his sides, gripping the twin sabers that moved with his hard steps.



"So I accept your challenge... but I want you to know. I've become indestructible. Incorruptible by the grace of Kad Ha'rangir." Davma said as he pulled the sabers from his sides and lit them, the crimson light bathing him in their bloody light. It was as if that red light awakened something in him. "Come Vod!" He roared, his voice echoing out at the sudden surge of power raced through him. With strength and speed boosted he enhanced his speed even further as he leapt forward with one saber above his head and the other poised back ready to stab forward.

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Post#10 » Thu Aug 15, 2013 6:01 pm

Lightsabers. Adenn thought as he jumped backwards to avoid the initial lunge. He fired from his blaster again but he did not expect the shot to get beyond the red blades. Sith or coincidence? he wondered. The dark flare of Force surrounding Davma certainly explained the unexpected speed and ferocity.



Adenn was only just able to grab and activate his own lightsaber. It flashed twice, parrying both of Davma's blows. There was a crack-hiss of more lightsabers being activated and the crowd backed away even further as three other armored figures with glowing blades appeared.



Adenn waved them off with a gesture. "This is a duel," he said, "Keep to the code." That seemed to be enough because they backed off. Adenn kept his focus on Davma, holding his saber in one hand and blaster in the other.

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