[ti]Faction[/ti]Dxun Mandalorians

DXUN - Mandalorian Compound
Mirshko stepped out of the building and looked to the sky with a frown. It seemed like rain was the universal constant on Dxun. Shaking her head, she picked her way across the compound towards the training circle. The sound of clashing weapons sounded clear and strong even over the sound of the rain hitting the ground. She'd need new armor soon, she thought briefly as she looked down at her current gear. It had been heavily modified over the years, though she was pretty sure the tech was years out of date. She shook her head. This had become quite clear to her when Alor Kyr'am's men had been able to track her with little to no effort. In spite of the stealth tech of both the Angel and her armor. 

She shook her head once more. She still didn't know what to think about that whole situation. He seemed... nice enough, and she was doing her best to extend him the courtesy and at least some modicum of trust due to his rank. She only knew of him by reputation and the news broadcasts. Beyond that, she knew he'd had some sort of connection to Mom. What that connection was.. she still hadn't quite sorted out. Regardless, he'd allowed her to stay, and contribute where and how she was able. Even so, she still felt so horribly out of place. Betna had been an extremely tight-knit clan. They were her family. And it had been months.. almost close to a year and a half now since she'd heard any news of Da. 

Just thinking about them made her chest ache. She paused, sinking to her knees near a stack of nearby crates as she felt a sudden crushing weight of sadness settle over her. She was... angry. And rightfully so. She felt that even while Mom and Da had likely given their lives to protect the Clan and their home in the aftermath of the Cataclysm... she wondered if, in the end, it had been worth their sacrifice. Perhaps she would never know.

She honestly didn't really care if anyone else saw her right now. She'd not really had a chance to properly grieve. Maybe now was not the best place or time... but part of her knew that she needed this. Her fingers curled into fists as she braced herself against the ground as she struggled to breathe. Inside her helmet, Mirshko squeezed her eyes shut, and drew one ragged breath after another. Slowly over what seemed to be a small eternity, the pain crushing her chest lessened. It did not vanish completely. She knew it would not. 

When she could breathe again, Mirshko found her feet once more and continued on her way towards the training circle. As she drew near, she spotted A'den there as well. She paused then, still unsure what to make of him. She couldn't get a read on him in the Force, and she'd given up even trying at this point. What caused her to draw to a stop several feet short of him was the fact that she wasn't sure what he thought of her. She'd passed Verd'goten many years ago, as a result of her time with the pirates on Syvris. It was not a part of her past that she wished to focus on overly much. But... she had a feeling that he might demand proof that she'd passed the rite.

A'den Kyr'am

At his question, she paused for a moment. She wasn't entirely sure if he was being sarcastic or not with his initial comment. Her gaze remained on the pair of Mandalorians in the circle for a time. "Well enough..." she responded after a few moments. "It.... has been quite some time since I was last among others of my people." Absently, she hooked her thumbs in her belt. She'd chosen to not wear her helmet, in an effort to help build trust. She knew that a great many Mandalorians did not trust outsiders, even among their own people. 

She, of course, didn't mention the fact that the last time she'd been among members of her own clan... it had been rather traumatic. Her gaze wandered back to A'den for a moment. "I'm grateful for your hospitality, Alor." she told him formally, her gaze meeting his visor for a moment. She wasn't exactly sure what to expect from him. Especially given how she'd first met him. There was silence between them for several moments as she continued to watch the sparring. "Do you have any tasks for me, Akaan Kalyr?" 

She wasn't sure if he knew of her Force abilities, and honestly, she was wary of that fact. Many Mandalorians still held to the centuries-old hatred of Force users. And rightfully so. But, she hoped with time that she'd be able to help them understand that to her, the Force was just another of her skills that she utilized in her service to the Mandalorians. Mom had been much the same way in her outlook. And yet, she'd given her life to protect their home and clan from the more fanatical Mandalorians during the war.

Mandalorians, they were the best of the best, and under the sole rule of the Mand'alor. Currently, that Mand'alor was he, Adenn Kyramud. Within Mandalorian culture, that meant that he, the Mand'alor, was most likely the best there was. Even though on paper this was true, in the real world, not so much. Thus, Mand'alors often had to prove themselves to be the best, or to show that they had what it took to lead. That was one reason why Adenn was headed to Dxun. The capital of Clan Kyr'am was there, one of the bigger clans withing the Mandalorians currently.

Arriving on Dxun was an easy matter, getting into the compound was a different matter though. He was technically an outsider to them, but still their Mand'alor. A fact that wasn't well known though, and a fact that he kept hidden for now. Instead, when he was challenged why he and his 1 squad of Mandalorians where there, he simply said.
"Business with your Alor, from one Alor to another." The answer seemed to satisfy them, as Adenn was allowed entry into the compound.

Nodding his head in thanks to the guards, Adenn made his way in with his men. Looking around, Adenn saw various people, among those many were training. Nodding his head in appreciation, Adenn decided to make his way towards the fighting area. Nodding his head to those he passed, Adenn eventually stood before the Alor of Kyr'am, and what seemed to be a member of a different clan.
"Su cuy'gar vod. I hope everything is going well?"

@a'den Kyr'am @mirshko Betna

A'den Kyr'am | Adenn Kyramud
She listened attentively to what the War Master was saying for a few moments before she nodded. "I've certainly heard of it," she replied firmly. Her gaze fixed on the hologram as she tried to set the image of it in her mind. That outpost had been around for centuries. She had no way to know if it was even structurally sound at this point. But, if Mandalorian perseverance told her anything, they'd built it to last. Of course, it was anyone's guess whether any of the tech would still work after eons exposed to the jungle. 

She frowned briefly as her gaze fell on the visor of one that she was not very familiar with. She'd seen the armored figure around once or twice but never interacted. Rumors floated that he was the newest Mand'alor. But, she'd never even heard anything of who he was until she'd come to Dxun. Perhaps in the time that she'd been away things had changed more than she initially thought. Even so, she nodded to him and briefly thumped her chest in salute. She remained wary, however. And it was not lost on her that the Alor of Kyr'am was as well. 

Mentally, Mirshko shrugged. She'd been offered a task. And, for the moment, she really had no better options. With a glance towards Alor Kyr'am, she cleared her throat. "If you will permit me,  Akaan Kalyr. I shall be on my way regarding the task you have set before me." She waited a moment before saluting briefly and turning to go and retrieve the rest of her gear.

Listening as A'den Kyr'am spoke, Adenn grinned under his helmet. It sounded like the life of a Mandalorian. Then when he received a notification, Adenn nodded his head to him as he left. Turning to face Mirshko Betna and tilted his head questioningly at her. He had seen a flicker of something flash across her face before it was gone. And, while Adenn wanted to know what it was, he wouldn't pry. When she said that it was fine if he joined her, Adenn grinned again, nodding his head in thanks. When she walked off, Adenn turned to his men. They were all ready to go, and so was he.

They had merely been observing everything occur, and observing the people. The Mandos here were ready for many things, and for that the Clan Mortui guards were glad. When Mirshko reappeared, Adenn returned his focus to her. Nodding to her, he observed her and noted that she seemed well armed and armored. He himself was also well armed and armored, with all his personal weapons on hand, lightsaber on his belt, and westars in their holsters. Nodding his head again, Adenn began walking towards the entrance and to the jungles. As he walked, he'd speak with Mirshko.
"I don't believe we've been formally introduced. I'm Mand'alor the Dragon, or Adenn Kyramud. And you?"

The entire time, he kept walking. His guards were in a semi circle behind him, observing the area as they walked. So was Adenn, but he made it seem as if he weren't fully focused on anything known.

Adenn Kyramud | Kylo Kyr'am


The trek through the jungle progressed welll enough. They only ran afoul of the local wildlife once, which MIrshko had handled well enough on her own. She was reasonably sure that was due to her extensive training with Da over the years. She sighed then and pushed to her feet from stirring the fire briefly. They had set up camp maybe 10 km from their goal, and the light was fading fast, thanks to the jungle canopy that had closed over them.

She stirred the fire once more before checking the pot that was hanging over the flames. She'd brought enough rations and supplies to feed herself for a few days. Anyone else would have to fend for themselves. Not that she was trying to be insensitive, but she had a task to complete. And she wasn't about to let anyone else slow her down. After a moment, she dropped a handful of freeze-dried ingredients into the pot, stirring its contents with the spoon that she held in her other hand. The aromas that wafted to her nose from the pot made her moouth water. She was glad that it would be ready soon. 

She was up early, just as the sun was beginning to filter through the jungle canopy overhead. Some part of her still wondered wat had even possessed her to come to Kyrayc and then Dxun with Kyr'am when she knew that he had such a deep dislike for Force users. Feth, she was quite certain they might have killed her outright if she'd not had the Betna sigil. Especiually since her armor then had been rather unmarked. Her current armor proudly displayed the Betna sigil on the left shoulder in a muted teal. It was the color she'd chosen to represent the clan as she worked to rebuild. 

Sure, she knew what Mom and Da had done with the clan, but none of them were here now. And she had no resources. She hadn't even been back to the homestead in over a year. And it had been well before her trip to Kyrayc that she had done so. What condition it was in now was anyone's guess. She'd heard rumors that Mandalore had somehow been restored following the Cataclysm which had rendered it almost uninhabitable more than a year ago. She'd not been back since shortly after the Cataclysm itself. And she'd been lucky to get back out then. What with members of the rogue faction calling themselves the Mandalorian Empire locking down the system. 'Between them and Kyr'tsad...' She swallowed and shook herself. Now was not the time to be focusing on such things. 

A heavy sigh fell from her lips as she sipped on a mug of behot. She'd cooked herself breakfast not long before, and then doused the fire before spreading the ashes. Her shelter had been easily broken down and scattered, as it consisted mostly of brush and other items found around them in the jungle. She'd learned from Da how to disperse the shelter and make it look as if no one had been there. With that done, she picked up her pack and settled it across her shoulders before she began moving off in the direction they been headed for close to two days now. The only thing that kept her heading in that direction was ANNE's faint radings of metailic content in that area. 

Whether Adenn and his men were able to keep up or not, she had a task that had been laid before her. Not Adenn, nor his men. Her. And it was hers alone to complete. She took a deep breath and squared her shoulders, reaching out with her senses to check for predators ahead. If she'd calculated right, she'd reach the location which ANNE had marked on her map in a few hours. 

The sun was just barely beginning to slip below the upper edge of the jungle canopy as Mirshko drew to a stop. She'd spent the last several hours following the path which ANNE had outlined on her map. And it hadn't been easy. She was basically cleaing a trail as she went. it felt like days had passed... but in reality, it had been just shy of two days. And, if she was judging the sun's position correctly, it was just after midday local time. She still wasn't used to that. Which only made her shake her head slightly. She reached the edge of what appeared to be some sort of clearing through the overgrowth, she spotted a glint here and there. Metal, and crumbling permacrete from the structures which had stood here long ago.