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Encounter on Concord Dawn
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| Man_in_Death_Watch_Armor | Date: Wednesday, 07 Apr 2010, 4:00 PM | Message # 1 |
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| No one saw him, no one heard him as he moved stealthily from tent to tent in the Mereel encampment on Concord Dawn in the dead of the night. Most of the camp was asleep, except for occasional guards who patrolled the compound. There was at least one outside of Jabo'a Mereel's tent, seven feet tall and wearing gold armor that could be seen glinting in the glow of a smoldering campfire nearby. The man in Death Watch armor was in no hurry. From his position, crouching behind an adjacent tent, he studied this guard, his movements, and the movements of other guards who happened to stroll by. He watched for almost a half hour before, finally, he went on the move. When all was clear, he moved quickly, still in a crouch, around the back of the clan leader's tent where he could not be seen (being so cautious that he avoided any lingering camp fires that might visibly silhouette him on the tent on the inside). He rounded the tent without a sound and came upon the guard from behind. He had a few options: he could slit the man's throat with a vibroblade, and also his trachea so that he could not be heard crying out in pain, or perhaps he could bring him down discreetly with a dart from a few meters away. For whatever reason, the black and blue armored man went with a different tact: he turned on his small, portable stun baton, the crackling sound of the weapon blending in perfectly with a blending of campfires nearby, and he planted it directly and savagely to the back of the man's neck, under the ridge of his helmet. He'd taken down two of Mereel's sentries on the perimeter of the camp with the same method. It would no doubt fell the guard instantly, but not kill him. Perhaps, then, he needed Mereel's people alive. Perhaps, as would soon be seen, he needed Mereel's cooperation. In either case, he nudged the back of the guard's knee gently with his own, so that he collapsed quietly into his arms. He then dragged the guard silently out of sight. That is, out of sight for now, but for long enough. He didn't need much time. He powered down his stun baton and clipped it back onto his belt, reaching instead for the blaster pistol he holstered at his hip. He clicked it to stun, only without the "click." He had greased the switch mechanism so as not to make any noise. He rounded the tent and came upon its entrance, glanced about once more to make sure the coast was clear, and then entered hurriedly. He doubted that he'd get inside the tent unnoticed. Jabo'a Mereel was a formidable man, and if he ever slept at all no doubt he'd have a guard near him who didn't. Whoever was inside, the man in the customary armor of the Kyr'tsad, or Death Watch, would have his blaster trained on him immediately, ready to fire. There was no need for subterfuge now. It was a few days since the clan meeting, and he confirmed that Mereel was inside before he made his move. "Jabo'a Mereel," he said, his voice sounding static, but ominous through his helmet as he spoke in traditional Mando'a, "We have a proposal for you."
Just a Mandalorian in Death Watch armor.
"Mishuk gotal'u meshuroke, pako kyore."
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| Jaboa_Mereel | Date: Wednesday, 07 Apr 2010, 5:23 PM | Message # 2 |
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| Only the trainees were still allowed to maintain the traditional markings of Mandalorian armor. The guard outside his tent was just that, so it was no surprise that he was taken. Most of the trainees were used for guard duty, while the warriors slept. His army was still ready for war, which was why they were encamped and not at home. Now, he faced keeping his clans in line. A few of them wanted to break away from Mandalore, but not a single chieftain would doubt him. None would challenge him, for they either feared or respected him too much to do so. Despite that, he would be ready should someone choose to rebel. He also considered them still at war, and would be ready to fight at a moments notice. Inside the tent, he was indeed not asleep, but meditating in front of an altar lit with several candles, and praying, which some would probably be shocked by. Few would consider such a furious and brutal man to be religious. Then again, few saw him in his family life either. However, he was worshipping the Mandalorian religion of the ancient times, and praying to the destroyer god, Kad Ha'rangir. As the messenger entered, he was ripped from his state, and moved his arms, from his hands being extended to his knees, to the point where they werre horizontally in the air. He then slowly turned and faced him. "A messenger should never point a weapon at his intended listener, unless he has an threat to give." he said. At this point, the bodyguard who indeed was in the tent emerged from the shadows, with a heavy blaster against the back of the man's neck. "I'd suggest dropping it." said a low, very gruff and raspy voice. Ja'boa lowered his hands regardless. "Now, what does the Death Watch wish to propose?" he asked the man. He would not hesitate to kill him should the need prevail, despite being in nothing more than a black robe, which was loose above his waist, exposing his muscular chest., revealing several names writting in Mando'a across his left breast.
Alor'ad Jabo'a Mereel
Striil Ori'ramikade
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| Man_in_Death_Watch_Armor | Date: Wednesday, 07 Apr 2010, 6:29 PM | Message # 3 |
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| Even through the visor of his helmet, Jabo'a would likely feel the man's glare on him. He relented however, lowered his blaster pistol and returned it to its holster. He hadn't killed any of Mereel's men and he didn't want to. For now. He seated himself on a cot as he begun speaking.. conveniently one which placed his back to the wall of the tent and allowed him to survey the confines of the room more completely. He crossed one leg over the other with a momentary clink of durasteel armor on armor. "There are many in the Mando'ade who are sympathetic to us." he said in Mando'a. He knew that Jabo'a was fluent in the ancestral tongue and preferred to speak it, as did Death Watch. "More than you know." he added ominously. "We know of the clan meeting. We know the aruetycate Fenn Shysa has returned and is completing what Bralor began, only worse: turning our backs on the old ways.. the old ways which made us strong as people, and which allowed no one to doubt it." "You still practice these ways and you spoke for them at the meeting" he said. "I think you understand. We think you understand, and that you're willing to work with us, and fight with us. The proposal is this: join us, lead us into battle, become Mandalore and restore the old ways, as it should be." He let his words hang in the air for a moment. It was not an unreasonable proposal: Death Watch had many fine warlords like Ca'tra Odai and probably the finest warriors of any clan, the Mereels included. but it had few generals. None with the reputation of Jabo'a Mereel anyway. "The Republic has sold us out, and Fenn Shysa is going to sell us out to the Republic. This is the time to decide which side you're on, Mereel. You didn't say so at the meeting, but I don't believe that the words of a usurper have really convinced you to give up so easily. If you're with us, I will tell my people and the arrangements will be made. If you're not with us, so be it. Either way, the war is coming. As long as your people practice the old ways, we will not bring you into this war. But when it is over, we will remember who was with us and who wasn't." He nodded his head to the altar where Jabo'a had been praying. "Kad Ha'rangir will remember."
Just a Mandalorian in Death Watch armor.
"Mishuk gotal'u meshuroke, pako kyore."
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| Jaboa_Mereel | Date: Monday, 12 Apr 2010, 0:55 AM | Message # 4 |
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| As the man holstered his weapon, so too did his bodyguard. Rao'si, a good friend and loyal General, the man was rarely seen from Ja'boa's side. <<Ah, you know of your heritage. Good...>> he said, reverting to Mando'a. So many had lost the way, lost their history...it had become almost habit for him to speak to newcomers in basic, or when surprised as he was the moment the man entered the tent. He sat down, facing the man, with a small table between them. He poured himself a glass of Mandalorian wine, made by himself from his personal vineyard at his homestead, and proceeded to offer the man a glass for himself. It was exceptional. He then proceeded to continue. <<At that meeting, many things happened, and to avoid it becoming a bloody affair, I did what I did. As much as I hate to say it, but to be brutally honest, the best course of action for our people is a peaceful one. Should this devolve into Civil War, it will be a violent, bloody, and brutal affair...one that would leave Mandalore more scarred than ever before. You can let the Overlord know, that I will indeed pick a side in the end. However, I need time to think this over. You ask me to go back upon my word, and that is something I can not normally do, and certainly not at a moment's notice. " he said, taking a pause to sip the wine. ,,I will let the Overlord know if I will take her up upon her offer within...a week from today. Send my regards to Ca'tra Odai, and let her know she is looking exceptionally beautiful lately... he said, nodding to the warrior, and rising to usher him out. Rao'si, and his battle scarred face, watched the Death Watch warrior intently, ready to make a move at a moment's notice, should he try something upon his exit or refusal to leave.
Alor'ad Jabo'a Mereel
Striil Ori'ramikade
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| Man_in_Death_Watch_Armor | Date: Friday, 16 Apr 2010, 4:39 PM | Message # 5 |
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| The man remained silent throughout Mereel's words, regarding him opaquely through his visor. He nodded, simply, when the Mereel'alor spoke of his promise to Fenn Shysa. Death Watch may have been ruthless in its methods, but they were not without an appreciation of honor. In fact, the Mando'a word for "ruthless"—kandosii—meant "noble" as well. "Very well," the man said. His voice, a scratchy, filtered monotone, betrayed no emotion, no surprise, nothing. That is, until the mention of Ca'tra Odai; there was a short burst of static from the man's helmet—a chuckle, and one that would seem vaguely familiar. "Yeah she is," he agreed, wolfishly. His demeanor and his voice, filtered or not, was unmistakably familiar this time. He did not leave right away, as Jabo'a intended. Instead, the man raised his glass of wine in one hand and, with the other, removed his helmet to reveal that he was, in fact, none other than...
Just a Mandalorian in Death Watch armor.
"Mishuk gotal'u meshuroke, pako kyore."
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| Fenn_Shysa | Date: Friday, 16 Apr 2010, 7:19 PM | Message # 6 |
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| ... Fenn Shysa himself. He was immediately recognizeable, if not from his appreciation for beautiful, usually adversarial, and usually foreign women, then from his ample red hair—matted from the helmet though it was, it'd lost none of its fiery hue with age. The man had obviously lost none of his humor, either; he seemed quite amused with his ploy, from the wolfish smile on his face as he raised his glass of wine to Jabo'a and drank it down. "I hate this armor," he said, as he set the glass and the helmet down. He glanced briefly, conspicuously, at Rao'si—implying that he should leave—before looking back to Jabo'a. "Sorry for the subterfuge," he said, "I had to know where your allegiances were, and though they may not be quite where I'd like, I can see that you're a man of your word, and I appreciate that. I can appreciate, also, that you're sympathetic to some of the ways of the Kyr'tsad. But you said it best, my friend. The best course of action for our people, for now, is a peaceful one. We should not choose war. But if war chooses us, then so be it. This is also what I wished to speak with you about." He began removing plates of the armor that he so despised as he went on. "Ca'tra Odai seems to be reviving the Death Watch, as you know, and she's reviving the worst of its ways." "We need to destroy them," he said, earnestly. "We must do what Jaster thought he did, and what Jango thought he did. But we must do it once and for all. I have you in mind for this mission, Jabo'a. This is why I had to be sure of your loyalties. What say you? If we're going to fight the Empire, we must first fight the Death Watch. There must be peace in the Mandalore Sector."
Fenn Shysa
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| Jaboa_Mereel | Date: Sunday, 25 Apr 2010, 11:23 PM | Message # 7 |
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| For a brief moment, anger seethed throughout his being. He hated being played, more so by allies. However, he calmed himself, and drank his wine. Meanwhile, Rao'si, his loyal bodyguard, gave a bow and stepped outside. ,,While I'm angered by your ploy, it's understandable. Considering my beliefs, and the tension at the meeting earlier, specifically with Zuthus...>> he said, taking a seat. He took a breath to ensure his calm, and continued. <<I will do this, but I will warn you, this will be a personal matter for me.; and for my people. Asking me to do this, is unleashing me upon them, and I swear upon Jaster's grave, that we will finish the job he started.>> he said to him grimly.
Alor'ad Jabo'a Mereel
Striil Ori'ramikade
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