[ti]Faction[/ti]Dxun Mandalorians

As Mirshko Betna answered his questions, Adenn respectfully listened. When she said they'd be there in two days time, he nodded his thanks, that'd work for him. And so they walked, onward deeper into the jungle and towards this Ordo outpost. When night came, Adenn and his men set up came near Mirshko, but not too close, giving some room between each other. In the morning, they ate a hearty breakfast of rations, preferring to keep the better food for later. Then they were off again, with Mirshko setting a quick pace, one that Adenn and his men didn't have a hard time keeping up with, but neither an easy time.

It took some time, but eventually they reached a clearing, one that left Adenn scratching his head mentally. Before them was a clearing, but there was overgrown rubble in many, many places. He had had no idea that this base was so big, but that was only better for them then. Grinning behind his helmet, Adenns eyes suddenly snapped up as he heard a starfighter approach. Noting that Mirshko didn't seem disturbed by this, Adenn simply observed as it came in to land. His armor was heating up, but thanks to the undersuit, Adenn hardly felt it, instead standing back and to the side to watch what would happen.

Once the fighter landed, Adenn and his men walked forward, out into the clearing. They were observing the area, the buildings, and the ship before them. It was all rather interesting, and could prove useful. That thinking aside, Adenn turned his attention to Kylo Kyr'am as he walks towards the structures. Mentally shaking his head, Adenn starts to head towards them as well, with his men behind him.

Kylo Kyr'am  | Adenn Kyramud


The walls surrounding the compound appeared to be mostly intact, save for a few places where they had. She slowed to a stop as Kylo drew near, reaching out to grip his arm for a moment in the warrior's grip. She released it after a moment, her gaze tracking to the side as she saw a flicker of movement. As the armored Mandalorians filed out from behind the concealing wall, her eyes widened and then narrowed in calculated surprise.

Those were Betna colors... but ...how? Her gaze shifted between the various warriors gathered around them, Adenn, and then back to Kylo. She just stared at him for several seconds in stunned silence. "H...how....?" she whispered after a moment. Reflexively, she curled her fingers around the medallion that he pressed into her hand. But, she didn't remove it from his hand. Not yet. She blinked then and shook her head in mild disbelief. Somehow, Alor Kyr'am had managed to rebuild her clan right under her nose.

As the realization sank in, she sucked in a breath. She wasn't quite sure what to say, or how A'den might react to her words. She shook herself then. Regardless of how he'd accomplished it, the fact remained that it had been done. She closed her fingers around the medallion once more, and lifted her chin, offering Kylo a nod as she tried desperately to control the emotions that were running rampant at the moment. She'd thought Betna lost after the Cataclysm.

And perhaps she had been right for a time. She'd not heard a word from any of her fellow clansmen in almost thirteen years now. And with Mom and Da gone.... she cut that thought off almost as soon as it started. That thought process was not one she wanted to cultivate at the moment. The fact remained as plain as day. As much as she might fear A'den Kyr'am..... there was some part of him that seemed to care about her in some way.

She wasn't quite sure what to make of that yet, but she was slowly coming to grips with that knowledge. She lowered her hand then, her fingers curled tightly around it as she surveyed the Mandalorians arrayed around them. Men and women, young people. She smiled for what felt like the first time in months. When she'd found her voice once more, she spoke as firmly as she could manage. "Let's get to it, then....." She scanned the group, mentally taking stock of the equipment they would need.