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Post by Cervantes on Jun 7, 2011 4:35:27 GMT -5
Concord Dawn was an agricultural frontier world in the Mandalore sector of the Outer Rim Territories. The planet had strong ties to the Mandalorians; its population shared many Mandalorian values, and genetic markers specific to the natives of Concord Dawn were present throughout the Mandalorian populace. Like the rest of its sector, it was frontier country, covered in jungles, forests, deserts and plains. The planet was principally an agricultural world, backwards in development, and its plains were tilled by the planet's farmers to meager effect. The region of Concord Dawn around the Fett family homestead and its nearby village was arid and dusty, though still capable of growing crops. The people of Concord Dawn had close ties to the Mandalorians; a large percentage of Mandalorian genomes had genetic markers indicative of Concord Dawn heritage. However, the natives of Concord Dawn never settled Mandalore. Instead, the people of Concord Dawn were attracted to Mandalorian culture by shared values, such as a strong sense of self-identity and focus on discipline and physical condition. Factors that created a strong sense of loyalty were present in the typical Concord Dawn genome, which the cloners of Kamino used to their advantage by amplifying those traits in Fett's clones. Mando'a was spoken on Concord Dawn, but its own special dialect; among the changes were use of the word tat instead of vod for "brother". The northern region of the planet had a distinctive accent of Basic as well.
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Post by Cervantes on Jun 14, 2011 12:40:01 GMT -5
The two thousand strong contigent of raw recruits landed bit by bit in their landing ships, descending from the landing ramps and forming up into rough lines as they awaited further instructions. A group of half a dozen men watched them as they came off the ships, all with looks of disdain on their faces as they studied the grunts. "Their all as green as green can be". One of the officers commented. "What do you reckon Sarge"? The sargent shook his head in disbelief. "I dunno what's going on on Mandalore, but their clearly not thinking straight, we're expected to turn these kids into protectors"? "We don't even have a full squad and we're expected to train two thousand raw recruits". He snarled. Another rolled his eyes. "Yeah I can't believe it either Cram, they actually took some non protector and made her our commanding officer". "Rumor has it she's practically a kid herself". Another one of them commented. "Typical, whadda ya think Cap, you've been aweful silent"? He asked their commanding officer.
The captain sneered in response. "I reckon we take a big group of these punks aside, give them an old school style arse kicking and teach them a lesson in violence they won't soon forget". He snarled. The other five men laughed cruely in amussment as the all began cracking their knuckles and punching their fists into their palms.
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Twixt Vaelann
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Post by Twixt Vaelann on Jun 25, 2011 15:26:34 GMT -5
Question solus: how long will it take for one of the ori’verde Protectors to decide that the rest of us are just adiike to get in the way of the real fighters?
Answer solus: Not even long enough for all the vod’e to get their boots on the ground, which is pretty much what I’ve figured on. I’ve also figured on them making a comment about me being not much more than a kid myself, even though by my age I ought to have at least one kid of my own ready to go into battle with me. It’s on my list of things to do, haat.
What I didn’t figure on is them threatening to smack my recruits around; not that there’s anything wrong with smacking recruits around, but I’m the fierfek’la Al'verde, so any smacking will be done by me or on my authority.
So that led to question t’ad: how long does it take me to walk up and take a swing at the captain? Probably not long enough for him. I imagine getting a smack to the face and a Keldabe-kiss from someone he just called a kid isn’t fun.
"Ke'sush! Officer on deck!"
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Post by Yzmine Zulekha on Jun 25, 2011 17:37:11 GMT -5
She found the strill pup barely alive at the edge of the field nearest the house, collapsed where it had fallen, dust sticking to the dried blood caked on the long wounds that ran from snout to back paw. Some larger predator or hunter had tried their best to rip it to shreds, but the adiik wanted to survive, so here it lay, breathing shallowly, nose pointed directly at her. Kneeling down, she slung the water bottle from her shoulder, gently pouring a few drops into her hand to rub along the dry nose and trickle into the mouth.
"Udesii, copikla. Udesii, udesii..." the little pup began to stir, looking at her pathetically, and she whispered the command again - take it easy, sweetie - before tipping a few more drops of water into her cupped palm for it to lap at weakly before she ran the other hand over the wounds. Somehow, the animals always knew how to find her, here in the middle of nowhere, near nothing but the empty stretch of dusty fields filled with barely enough crops to sell and keep her through the winter season. But still she would do her best to help with the pain, keep the last march at bay... for a time.
Gently cradling the baby animal in her arms, she headed back to the house, mind blank of anything but focus on the furry creature pressed against her - and the place inside her she knew carried the knowledge of how to heal it.
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Post by Cervantes on Jun 25, 2011 19:53:52 GMT -5
"Ke'sush"!! The command was repeated by the Alor'ad as the traatika saulted and stood at attention in three neat rows of ten. The six commanding officers for the new detachment of recruits standing in a line of their own next to the verde. Consisting of Ruus'alor Sol'yc Walon Ward, Ver'alor'e Ordo, Vau and Shogun, Sol'yc Ver'alor Breka Bendak and the newly promoted Alor'ad Jax Skirata.
Alor'ad Jax Skirata couldn't help but frown when their new Al'verde approached. Was this some kind of sick joke? He wasn't amused by any stretch of the imagination, apparently the rumors were true, their commanding officer looked like a fourteen year old girl. Sighing inwardly he stepped forwards and formally introduced himself. "Al'verde Vaelann, I am Alor'ad Jax Skirata, welcome to Concord Dawn". He said with a brisk salute. "I tower over this kid". He thought to himself. "I doubt she's even seen combat before, this is an insult to every good, honest man here". He added mentally. He hadn't expected or seen it coming, the Al'verde's punch connected with his gut, doubling him over, her headbutt made him see stars as he went down into a heap on the ground.
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Twixt Vaelann
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Post by Twixt Vaelann on Jun 30, 2011 20:16:23 GMT -5
"Vor'e, Alor'ad." I reply sarcastically to the man on the ground, stepping over him to approach the rest of the officers.
"I am Al'verde Twixt Vaelann, assigned here by Mand'alor. If you have a problem with me, you have a problem with him, tayli'bac?" It's really that simple - don't fierfek with me unless you actually have a reason; maybe I wasn't born in this system, but I'm as much Mando'ad as Skirata on the ground. "I don't care if you think I'm small, I don't care if you think I'm a kid, or an old maid, or what have you. We're not here about ego; we are here because we are kandosii'ade, and we will show that to the galaxy. No one messes with us."
One more look along the lines, then I nod once. Maybe I've gotten my point across, maybe not, but I've said what I want to say. No one judges me just on sight. Crossing back over to Skirata I hold out a gauntlet hand, offering to help pull him to his feet.
"Cin'vhetin, ner vod?"
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Post by Cervantes on Jul 1, 2011 0:03:30 GMT -5
Alor'ad Skirata blinked the stars from his eyes and slowly climbed back to his feet swatting the commanders offered hand aside. "I don't need or want your help". He sneered clutching his shattered nose in one hand as blood seeped from between his fingers. Who did she think she was? Did she expect to earn his respect by blind siding him with a few cheap shots? He gingerly rejoined his fellow officers in line and removed his hand from his face, letting the blood run freely from his nostrils and over his mouth and chin where it dripped from his stubble onto his chest plate.
Sol'yc Ver'alor Bendak scoffed audiably at the Al'verde's speech but said nothing. Using the Mand'alor as an excuse to legitimise her authority over them was a cheap and desperate tactic. One neither he or Skirata brought for a second. The Mand'alor was practically aruetti himself, a man who'd spent little more than three years amongst the Mando'ade before being chosen as their leader a century ago. He'd only recently returned from who knows where and taken up the position after it had laid vacant for the past decade pending his return. It had something or other to do with prophecy this and destiny that, the kind of osik soldiers such as them had no time for.
So he hadn't really done much to legitimise himself in their eyes or win their respect. Sure he'd made great advancements thus far with his updating and expansion of the army and navy and new technology was being created for new weapons and equipment on a constant basis, but he still had a long way to go before they'd grovel at his feet. Not to mention the situation he had put them in here. Forty to train two thousand raw Evaar'la Verd and turn them into protectors? Such a task would be a massive undertaking at best, impossible at worst and the fact that he'd promoted a non protector to the rank of Al'verde ahead of them who were perfectly capable for the job, amongst others. It was a grevious insult to the protector chain of command.
A call to arms had been issued throughout the galaxy and everyone with Mando blood within four generations was called to Mandalore to rejoin their aliit. From them five thousand had been chosen to form a new protector legion with two thousand of them making up this first batch. Another two thousand were expected for the second detachment and a thousand veteran protectors from the other legions were being taken to complete the newest one, adding some more seasoned troops to their ranks.
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Post by Cervantes on Jul 1, 2011 10:39:50 GMT -5
The small shuttle came to a rest in the fields a short distance away from the homestead and a lone cloaked figured descended from the landing ramp making his way quietly through the fields towards the farm. He approached the farmhouse directly making no secret of his destination, since there was no one around for miles to see him in the first place. He could feel her presence inside the modest sized building along with several weaker presences that were too weak to be humanoid, the animals she cared for, he guessed. He'd heard rumours of this woman from Mand'alor, his scouts had reported any and all individuals who were known to have strange abilities and this woman was one of them, possessing healing powers unlike no normal physician.
The locals in the village not too far from the farm considered her a witch of sorts and generally avoided her as much as they could. Meaning she lived a lonely and isolated life, being feared by the local community. She was destined for bigger and better things, he had come to offer her that oppotunity to make something more of herself and make a real difference to the galaxy and its inhabitants. Approaching the door he stopped and casually knocked upon it four times, powerfully but not aggressive. Just the appropriate strength to make sure he was heard. He then remained still and waited for the door to open.
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Twixt Vaelann
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Post by Twixt Vaelann on Jul 1, 2011 20:52:38 GMT -5
And my family rides me for being too much of a bloody atiin'ad and loner for my own good - my buire should meet Alor'ad Skirata. On second though, no. I doubt they'd even last half a minute before planning out some future that includes a farm and ad'ike. I'm not ready for all of that yet.
"We will work together, we will learn to fight together. We will learn to die together if we must." I have my bucket off, so I look at each of them, eye to eye, one by one, each warrior I can see, keeping contact only long enough so they see my seriousness. "Oya, ner vode."
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Post by Cervantes on Jul 2, 2011 21:14:06 GMT -5
The senior officers seemed unmoved by the Al'verde's attempts to move and establish a sense of comradre with them. The Ruus'alor Sol'yc however saulted and responded in kind. "Oya, Al'verde". The thirty Mando'ade behind him repeated the process without a moments hesitation. "Oya, Al'verde".
Now that the Al'verde had arrived and been introduced to the men who would be helping her to train the raw recruits the men were promptly dismissed with the Alor'ad and his officers unceremoniously departing and heading back to the barracks. "Kote lo'shebs'ul narit". Skirata said to Al'verde Vaelann with a sneer as he strode past, dried blood staining his chest plate and sticking to the stubble on his chin, cheeks and crusting around his nose.
Ruus'alor Sol'yc Ward barked a few short orders to his traatika and the men quickly turned about and began moving from the field at a steady march. Walon grinned at the Al'verde cheekily, having witnessed the whole scene and heard the Alor'ad's comment. "Welcome to Concord Dawn Al'verde Vaelann". He said with a smile as he then saluted once more and rushed off to join his troops.
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