True Mandalorians Foundations - Act I

[Silver]

Upon the defeat of the True Mandalorians within the Galidraani System, the only remaining of the True Mandalorians were Zaun Mereel and his Basilisk Company. The group consist of two Knight-Class Corvettes with their crews and two-hundred and fifty mandalorian warriors. Seeking refuge from the Death Watch and Grand Republic, the two corvettes would come to the Cholganna System which until now had been occupied by beast tamers and slavers seeking to capture and sell the native Nexu. With both Knight-Class Corvettes under silent running, they strafed the slaver encampment, destroying it and setting down to claim the refuse as their new home. Over the next months, selling what Nexu had already been tamed along with a cache of precious gems the group was able to establish their own settlement - beginning with a large Starport able to fit ships of corvette and smaller sizes into it's many honeycombed hangars. Barracks, Watch-towers, and Weapons Emplacements came next along with walls of durasteel to rim the outer edge of the new settlement. Afterwards, houses for over 300 family members to the crew and soldiers of Basilisk Company would quickly raise, along with a secondary platform which was raised above the platform the main settlement was housed upon - accessible only via repulsorlift that was guarded well. Sitting upon the second platform was a great citadel which served as both home to Zaun himself as well as the military and political home to the settlement and what would come.

In the meantime, many of the warriors enjoyed hunting the Nexu which inhabited the world or better yet, capturing the Nexu then taming the feline beasts and turning them into great pets. One year later, the initial settlement was a sprawling city, and had required a second durasteel wall to be erected to fit the two new clans which has joined Zaun's vision for future. These clans would settle with their own settlements, however the upper members of said clans and direct family members would come to settle upon the capital of Cholganna - The City of Beskar'tracyn. These two clans were none other than Clan Carid and Clan Varad both of which had extensive history during the past and had come to answer the call of the true child of Manda'lor. Now that Zaun Mereel had rebuilt the Bailisk Company family into a full extensive organization, he sought to entertain viceroys, senators, and high-ranking military officials to vie for his loyalty. Zaun would become a loyal and steadfast ally to whoever it was that in the end won the bidding war. Regardless, he had sent out invitation to boh the Grand Republic and the Confederacy of Independent Systems with offer to confederate to whichever side enticed him more. Moreover he left both the clear instructions not to start a battle in his neighborhood or all negotiations would be off and He'd raid both - starting with whatever vessels they brought to the meeting. And so, the mandalorian leader now sat in wait upon the comfortable head chair of the negotiation chamber he had arrayed.

 

[Amara Desal]

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Coruscant-Senate Port Complex
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The Ambassadorial Corvette Honor's Destiny shimmered amid the setting Sunset. The dock workers scrambled to complete the final check list while while the ship was refueled. The readying process had been slower than normal, the result of increased security across the Senate complex. Additional precautions had been taken by the Senator's Chief Security member, a seasoned soldier of the Imperial Defense Ministry of Bar'Leth. Every action had to be thoroughly outlined and detailed in steps, and personally approved by him; the process visibly stressful for the dock workers.

Senate security members had intercepted Sabe and her delegation in the terminal building. New protocols required the security forces to provide escort to and from the docking bays, sweeping for technology that may be used for sabotage and/or espionage. Sabe had felt uneasy about her role as a senator, especially after the removal of Supreme Chancellor Palpatine. She questioned her judgement and perception, having been blinded by a gargantuan plot, which would have undoubtedly uprooted the Republic.

"Chancellor Cindara sends best wishes and deepest gratitude in volunteering for this assignment." Padme's words were genuine and authentic, as they always were. However, Sabe questioned the source. She was not as familiar with the newly elected Chancellor.

Seba noded in response, "I fear that the Chancellor may perceive my altruism more ideal than intended ." She smiled, glancing at both Padme Amidala and Bail organa. "In truth, I feared some of our colleagues may place their own interests before that of the Republic."

"Perhaps the Chancellor's perceptions are accurate." Senator Organa chuckled briefly gesturing with a hand outstretched to Padme, "There is certainly no one else we would trust more with this matter." Senator Organa's affect and tone became more serious, sharing his concerns, "These are troubling times, ripe for the taking by those with wavering agendas."

"Thank you Bail, Padme. I hope I am able to return with positive news." Sabe bowed her head in mutual respect of her honored colleagues.

"Prosperity and wisdom to you Sabe." Senator Organa concluded, sharing the traditional Bar'leth salutation.

"May peace and understanding be yours." Seba replied in suite.

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Honor's Destiny, En Route to Galidraani System
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Seba retreated to her personal quarters after the evening meal. She felt unsettled, a fluttering in the pit of her stomach, anxiety she had not experienced since leaving the Judicial Forces. She was aware of the onset of symptoms, the arrest of Supreme Chancellor Palpatine. His removal and the uncovered plots in his web of schemes and lies, had left an existential vacuum, which Chancellor Cindara now filled. It was troubling times...well, for those who cared deeply about the Republic, Democracy, and Freedom.

Seba stared out the view port in her bedroom. She didn't care much for the enigmatic visual which travelling at light speed created. She preferred to see the the stars, nebulae, and planets; the substance of space, what others may have considered minutia, in favor of quick travel for quick gains.

"And now, the Mandalorians want to meet with the Republic?" The inquiry came from behind, the soft and soothing voice of her committed life-partner, Nalyna'Synda Duelian.

"Yes," Sabe replied, shedding the ambassadorial attire of the day, "although I cannot imagine we are the only ones they will be speaking with." Seba daintily sat before the vanity, observing herself in the mirror as she removed various jewelry and makeup.

"And my Supisy, couldn't resist the intrigue of such a request." Nalyna playfully enticed her loving partner, using a pet name that remained solely between them, behind closed doors. Supisy, the Twi'lek word for 'mysterious woman.'

Seba chortled in response, turning to gaze upon her soul mate lazily giving attention to the plush duvet and elegant pillows. "Well, I can't deny my interest," she confirmed, marveling at Nalyna's insights and atunement to their relationship and her personality. "However!" Seba emphasized while still laughing, "It was too good an opportunity for any senator to pass...that is what scared me most."

"Like that Koyi Orn Free Taa!" Nalyna cried with disgust.

"That was one." Seba replied returning her attention to the mirror. She signed heavily, "However, there are plenty more."

Silence filled the room. Both Seba and Nalyna had seen their share of unscrupulous senatorial dealings, not to mention the most recent events. Seba observed Nalyna rise from the bed and saunter over to the edge of the bed behind her. The Twi-lek was lighly clad, far more comfortable with her body than Seba. "You never have to defend your intentions, my love, I am sure I would not be here if it were not for you. You have restored my faith in sentient beings and the Republic." Nalyna wrapped her arms round Seba, placing her chin on her shoulder. "If anyone can bring good out of this chaos...it is you," Nalyna added, kissing Seba on the cheek.
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Honor's Destiny, Galidraani System
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Seba sat quietly behind the co-pilot in the cockpit of the Ambassadorial Corvett. She enjoyed the silence of the cockpit, the space allowed her to focus. The datapad in front of her was filled with active bills and legislation, several amendments required her undivided attention as the bureaucrats always manged to insert their own agenda into these last minute second thoughts, often overlooked by many politicians.

"Arriving in the Galidraani System, Ma'am." The pilot stated as the ship dropped to sub-light speeds.

The stars had returned to view and the sight tickled Seba. 'My treasure of the day,' she thought to herself, tucking the datapad into her arm. She would savor the moment. She was sure there would be plenty more distractions on the planet surface. She leaned back in the chair, observing and listening in as the pilots engaged in flight chatter. It wasn't long before Honor's Destiny descended through the atmosphere and softly touched down in hangar A-4 of the large honeycomb port structure.

 

[Amara Desal]

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Hangar A-4, Galidraani System
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Seba remained seated in the cockpit. It was a conditioned behavior that had become instinctual over the years; the work of security procedures. She watched in silence as the pilots completed their post-dock checklists, murmuring to each other about the treasures they may find in the markets and trade-posts. Their chatter fell by the wayside, as she focused on the view outside the cockpit. The Hangar appeared to be in pristine condition; similar to one she would have found on a planet in the Galactic Core. 'Pride,' she thought, 'Mandalorians have pride.' That is what separated them from the dust-ball of slime, villainy, and dilapidation she had experienced on Tatooine.

"Please remain onboard, Senator." Commanded a younger member of Seba's security detail. The officer took a guarded position in the corridor linking the cockpit to the main gathering area.

"Thank you Leena," Seba replied, truly grateful for the care and concern which motivated their extensive procedures. She peered between Officer Leena and the corridor wall, noting the Chief and protocol droid's exit of the vessel to the hangar bay below. She waited patiently for the all clear signal.

Security Officer Leena rocked on her heels, dutifully fulfilling her role. She pressed her left hand over the communication device in her inner ear, "Affirmative Sir." She quickly turned on her heels and jostled in position, likely not expecting to find the senator focused so intently on her. "Senator, the perimeter check has cleared and you are free to disembark at your leisure."

Seba noded, getting to her feet. "Thank you, Officer Leena," her tone soft and demure. Following the security officer into the main cabin, she caught sight of Nalyna. The Twi'lek female leaned against the bulkhead meters from the exposed hatch, a genuine smile across her face.

"Off to convince the Mandalorians they must answer the call to Justice, and pledge fealty to the Republic?" Sarcasm permeated Nalyna's speech, dramatized by a wink and chortling laugh.

Seba laughed in return, always lightened by Nalyna's assessment of the intricate layers of reality hidden in her work. "Only, to show them that we have shared values and common threats. Answering the call is purely a logical choice." She retorted, re-framing the assessment with her altruistic goals. "But first, the Jedi have sent an envoy. I didn't think they would be as interested in this invitation."

Nalyna simply nodded. "I'll see if I can gather any information in the markets."

Seba turned her attention to Security Officer Leena, "Keep an eye on her, trouble always seems to follow her path."

"Of course Senator," Leena replied.

Seba exited the craft and took formation behind the Chief, three security staff in tow behind. To the left, the protocol droid clunked in step. "Please Chief, lead the way."

Three security officers took point lead, assessing the layout and vetting any threats that might be lurk beyond. Seba followed in suit, poised with confidence, as she had been trained; each step filled with purpose, strength, and conviction.

 

[Silver]

Within Hangar 2-A...

A delegation sent by the Mandalorians arrived promptly as soon as all parties of the Republic had gathered. Listed among the group were four mandalorians kitted in beskar'gam and wielding small arms - personal blaster pistols and the sort - while the others among the group were outfitted differently. One, a woman in her early thirties with long blonde hair, was adorned in the garment of a noble or perhaps a senator of some sort. While the other two stood in full dress naval uniforms with long black jackboots. The female was the first to speak, the other six deferred to the older-looking female from the looks of it. She spoke in an eloquent and kind tone, "Greetings and welcome to Cholganna. I will be the liason to the Republic Delegation during your stay here, should you have any requests please inform me and I shall fill them to the best of my ability. My name is T'sana. Unfortunately the delegates from the Confederation of Independant Systems have yet to arrive, however feel free to peruse the bazaar of our city here and relax as we prepare to receive you."

The female now known as T'sana began to lead the republic party out of the honecombed hangars and into the central nexus of the starport where many individuals could be sighted - independant traders and merchants, people refuelling on their way to other designations, and mandalorians in uniform rather than armor all frequented the area. Criminal elements of any sort seemed to have no presence in this space however, which would be a common theme throughout the entire city as they progressed. T'sana and her entourage would guide the procession to the main highway leading to the Mandalorian Citadel.

 

[Aeaolen Kicka]

Kelbor stood on the bridge of the Corsair as he stood with a delegation from the Confederacy and the Confederate Senate, also known as the Confederate Parliament to him and others. The Corsair accompanied by a number of support vessels had made their way to the planet of Cholganna in the Cholganna System of the Outer Rim. Remus stood, his uniform pressed and a number of officials from the CIS who were discussing a myriad of things about the "True Mandalorians" and what they might offer the CIS. Remus had read several data-docs related to the Mandalorians, their culture and intelligence briefs about the bitter divides between the Mandalorian groups, notably the Death Watch and the True Mandalorians. The Death Watch and the CIS had relations but nothing that Remus truly knew about, he was instructed here on a diplomatic mission and that was likely because of the sentient officers in the Confederate Navy, he was perhaps the most skilled in diplomacy and that was saying something.

The support vessels that accompanied the Corsair were filled with credits, raw materials and weapons that would be used to entice the True Mandalorians to side with the Confederacy. An enemy of the Galactic Republic was a friend of the Confederacy and Remus knew that all too well. He had personally petitioned the Confederate Parliament for several freighters worth of materials to immediately provide to the True Mandalorians, not because they needed it because he believed that if he was being invited to someones house, he should bring something. Remus would offer weapons and munitions as a gift for being invited, the other items, well those were to "sweeten the deal".

The Corsair reached low orbit and a diplomatic-flagged shuttle departed and took them towards the new capital of Beskar'tracyn, the Mandalorian-built capital. The shuttle landed and he was greeted by what he believed to be the Mandalorian delegation. Remus bowed and as he rose, he offered a welcoming smile. "I am Captain Remus Kelbor, I am the head of the delegation for the Confederacy." Remus introduced the several officials behind him, many of them from across the varied corporate interests of the Confederacy.

 

[Amara Desal]

Seba's personal security parted as the Mandalorian delegation promptly met them. Seba controlled a grin, once more elated by the seriousness with which her security staff took their jobs. It was another reminder of how shaken the Republic had become with all the recent events. She observed the blonde female and her entourage. Once again noting that the vision was not what she had expected.

"Greetings and welcome to Cholganna. I will be the liason to the Republic Delegation during your stay here, should you have any requests please inform me and I shall fill them to the best of my ability. My name is T'sana. Unfortunately the delegates from the Confederation of Independant Systems have yet to arrive, however feel free to peruse the bazaar of our city here and relax as we prepare to receive you."

The 'liaison' was stern and matter-of-fact, both in greeting and instruction, and Seba couldn't help but wonder if the woman had been specifically chosen for this assignment. Mandalorians, male and female, were renown for their physical strength and military prowess, but the feminine features still softened their imposing reputation. 'Observe and report,' Seba internally noted. Unable to discern any affect or even hint of emotion, she would have to continuing observing to confirm or deny her suspicions.

"It is a pleasure T'sana," Seba lowered her head in respect, cradled hands over her chest; an instinctual cultural response. "We delight in your hospitality and welcome the opportunity to experience your people's beautiful home world."

@Silver

T'sana guided Seba and her team through the spaceport. The observations she had made in the hanger were only foundational. The spaceport itself was in good repair and appeared to function like a well-oiled machine. The courtyard outside revealed more about the Mandalorian people than she could have imagined. The plaza like 'nexus' was filled with merchant shops. A normal market, busied by people, not dressed in tactical gear and armor, but everyday clad. The chatter she could hear were pleasant: inquiries about family, comments about the weather, and occasional lighthearted laughter.

The liaison remained quiet, focused on the mission at hand. Seba respected the unspoken request, pondering the implications. Observing the shops and people, she caught a glimpse of Nalyna. She was in her element, doing what she did best: shopping and information gathering. Nalyna was the intelligence officer needed most by the Republic, unimposing and genuine, Seba was certain she could could even trick a Sith Lord into revealing his secrets. Behind her, Security Officer Leena, loomed observing every potential danger. 'Be safe," Seba thought, wishing she could send her sentiments like the Jedi.

Eyes, refocusing on the path before her, Seba could see a large edifice, an imposing structure in the distance. "T'sana," Seba stated with inquiry in her voice, "is that the capital?"

 

[Silver]

the two gentlemen in naval uniform seemed to process information on their datapads while observing the republic representatives as such was their tasks from the look of it while the bodyguards moved outwards, fanning and forming a perimeter to expertly cordon any individuals with ill intents from reaching the representatives. The most common small arms blaster among these gentlemen were Westar-35 Blaster Pistols which they brandished openly. These men wore orange-hued armor marking their status within the government as veterans of conflict. They were certainly the sort able to make snap judgement calls and react with reflexes gained from arduous training and combat encounters where they walked the tight-rope which was life and death. These were high above what could be expected from a security detail and were even somewhat greater than that of a clone. As they swept the main highway, T'sana remained close to the senator as they walked down the path. She received communique via her ear-piece. Listening, she heard the question of Senator Sabe and gave a slight nod.

"Indeed, that is the Citadel, it is the head of our government and where we are heading now. Once we have arrived at the end of the main road there is a repulsorlift that will take us to the citadel. Currently, Master Zaun has prepared a large conference chamber to hear from both the Galactic Republic and the CIS."

@Amara Desal
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The delegation which had come to meet with Captain Remus Kelbor and the confederacy officials consisted of six figures in armored crimson Beskar'gam with the same holstered Westar-35 Blaster Pistols though these six warriors held an incredibly imposing figure as one who had witnessed death and had in-fact come fce-to-face with it many times over. These men and women would come to form the core of the governmental military officers in the future but for now they were absolute commandos. Zaun would take this step to ensure no harm came to the CIS or Republic through the shared meeting of them, or that republic converts with resentment towards the CIS would be unable to act on that resentment. Of the six there was a seventh male, standing at six foot and three inches and dressed with a naval uniform bearing the rank of Vice Admiral. this man was in his mid thirties with a head of blonde hair and a scar along the bridge of his nose. He spoke with a tone of respect and steadfast determination. "Greetings, Captain Kelbor. I would be more than happy to receive you and your officials. I am Armen Farr-Deshra, Vice-Admiral of Battle Group Basilisk. You have arrived only slightly behind the republic delegation and so we are ready to receive you. We may take a gravcar to the Citadel if you wish. It would be quicker and afford a great view of our planet."

@Aeaolen Kicka

 

[Amara Desal]

"Indeed, that is the Citadel, it is the head of our government and where we are heading now. Once we have arrived at the end of the main road there is a repulsorlift that will take us to the citadel. Currently, Master Zaun has prepared a large conference chamber to hear from both the Galactic Republic and the CIS."

Seba marveled at the towering edifice. The grandiose architecture, a testament of pride and vision for a people reclaiming their inter-galactic identity and presence. Seba's only wish was that the Confederacy would have kept it's distance, however, even the Senate had to interact with the Confederacy....even if it was through the duplicitous Trade Federation and other systems that secretly refrained from their direct connections with the Confederacy. 'At least they are open and transparent' she noted to herself and filed the thought away for future conversations and negotiations.

"It is an impressive structure." Seba replied to T'sana. Seba was still hesitant to utilize any further descriptive language until she could measure a response in affect from someone. It was clear that T'sana was not the person to measure good or bad comments. She only hoped that those responsible for this meeting and involved in conversations would reveal a little more. "I am very much interested to see more of your remarkable architecture, if there is time." Seba added, hoping that such genuine curiosity would be taken in positive light.

 

[Aeaolen Kicka]

Captain Kelbor nodded and the Confederacy delegation followed him, they were escorted by a small group of battle droids. As they neared the gravcar, Remus motioned his hand and OOM-557 paused in his steps. "Remain here, keep the shuttle running. I have a feeling that this won't take long." Remus was confident in his tone, the Confederacy had enough to offer the Mandalorians that the Galactic Republic did not. Remus and the cadre of officials boarded the gravcar and they shot towards the Citadel where the meeting was going to occur. Remus turned to the Vice Admiral and smirked. "It is impressive what the Mandalorians have built here in such short order." Remus was not a dogmatic man, he disliked the Republic but he had his issues with the Confederacy, he dreamed of something else but he wasn't sure what it was. "I'm sure that the Republic has wasted no time in trying to lure you to their side. I'm sure that the Mandalorians remember the Mandalorian Wars and the hate and viritrol that followed those days, weeks and months...I hope that they do not intend to repeat that."

 

[Silver]

"Of course, I'm sure that Master Zaun would allow you all to take a tour of Beskar'tracyn once the negotiations have commences and if we take a break in the negotiations that would be a perfect time for such a tour to be taken. Our market is available to you during such a tour as well should you seek to peruse the bazaar during the tour. Please, feel welcome here in our home. Master Zaun will ensure no harm comes to the Republic delegation for a long as you are within our system." T'sana said with a smile, doing her job as a guide to lead the republic senator and delegation. She gave them time to observe and walk among the city but at the same time, after receiving communication over her comlink attached to her ear, she knew that the confederacy delegation had already arrived within the citadel. She needed to wrap up this rudimentary tour within a timely manner.

@Amara Desal
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The Vice-Admiral lead Remus Kelbor to the gravcar dispensory where he chose one of their finest cars. He then ordered most of his warriors to remain here while two of the crimson-clas mandalorians joined him. As he joined the car, Armen listened to the words of Captain Remus Kelbor finding the naval captain a man after his own heart. The Gravcar would pass over the city, granting both a great view of the city as well as the vast forest that surrounded it, before coming to a stop at a grav station within the Citadel. Armen spoke up as he helped the guests out of the car and into the citadel. "Lord Zaun intends to oversee this delegation with absolute transparency hence why he has granted the right for the CIs and Republic to both attend the talks and given amnesty to both sides so that while within this system, there will be no warring. Still, it is no secret that he favours the Confederacy over the Republic in due to the fact that his kinsmen were slain by the jedi years past in the Calidraan Engagement. Even though we are fervently against the Death Watch who also aids the confederacy, we can work with you."

@Aeaolen Kicka

 

[Amara Desal]

"Of course, I'm sure that Master Zaun would allow you all to take a tour of Beskar'tracyn once the negotiations have commences and if we take a break in the negotiations that would be a perfect time for such a tour to be taken. Our market is available to you during such a tour as well should you seek to peruse the bazaar during the tour. Please, feel welcome here in our home. Master Zaun will ensure no harm comes to the Republic delegation for a long as you are within our system."

T'sana finally revealed some human affect: a simple and subtle smile. It was not the most revealing or telling of smiles, but it was something Seba could work with in the future. Now, however, was clearly not the time. Their guide, liaison, appeared distracted and focused on pressing matters. She hid her emotions well, something Seba noted to observe within the other Mandalorians.

"I would be honored, if you would make the arrangement T'Sana." Seba nodded with a genuine smile, "Please don't let my fascination with architecture delay us. We both have important business to attend to." Seba lowered her head, her instinct was to wink, but that kind of relationship had certainly not been developed. And the action would have been inappropriate from someone of her status, on official business. "Please, we shall follow your lead." Seba extended her hand, encouraging T'sana to proceed with whatever orders had been whispered through her earpiece. She was careful to not be too directive, while wanting to empower the liaison to take charge.

 

[Aeaolen Kicka]

Remus was aware of the Death Watch being involved in the Confederacy, he also knew that the True Mandalorians, according to intelligence had a strong distaste for them and viewed them as "mortal enemies". Remus smirked and nodded. "I am eager to meet this Lord Zuan, from everything that I hear, he sounds to me like a man that can survive in this Galaxy." The smirk remained as he peered across the city. He did truly marvel at it, the Mandalorians had such a strong culture and such a strong penchant for organization despite lacking a "normal" formal military structure, sure they had words for ranks and what not but it wasn't the same. "The Confederacy does have dealings with the Death Watch, personally, I think that the True Mandalorians would make a better ally--" Remus turned to Farr-Deshra. "--the Death Watch betrayed your people and I fear that they might do the same to us. That is why I am here for Lord Zaun." Remus knew precisely what he was doing, but it was a genuine concern deep down somewhere, it was a genuine concern that anyone in the Confederacy would turncoat, they were after all turncoats themselves.

 

[Silver]

"I am sure that Lord Zaun would love to hear that from you, Captain Kelbor. Truly the CIs don't know what they are losing, you should at least be a fleet commander. I know if you were under my command I'd give you command of a wing of our frigates if not more." Armen Farr-Deshra responded as he walked along with the confederacy delegation, eventually coming into the conference room as the same time roughly as the delegation from the republic lead by T'Sana. Both took seats flanking the man at the head of the grand table made of fine mahogany. Servants carried treats and fresh beverages into the room, setting the treats upon the center of the grand table along with the large beverage receptacles. Plates and glasses were brought to the fore so any representative could refresh themselves should they wish. Zaun motioned for them all to take seats, a man in his mid thirties but his genes were quite good - he looked in his later twenties. He wore a fine-pressed naval uniform with no embellishments or awards aside from a pair of ornate ranks on his shoulders designating him as 'commander in chief'. The male wore a quaint smile upon his lips, his eyes lit up with warmth as if he was happy to see the both of them - republic and confederacy. Raising his arm in a sweeping motion, the man spoke in a light baritone.

"Welcome to Beskar'tracyn or Blazing Iron Flame in Galactic Basic. I am Zaun Mereel - the son of former Mandalore Jaster Mereel. It is my pleasure to meet you all. Before we start, please feel free to refresh yourselves. Eat and drink, and then we will talk."

 

[Amara Desal]

"Welcome to Beskar'tracyn or Blazing Iron Flame in Galactic Basic. I am Zaun Mereel - the son of former Mandalore Jaster Mereel. It is my pleasure to meet you all. Before we start, please feel free to refresh yourselves. Eat and drink, and then we will talk."

Seba smiled at the gesture and nodded, more to herself than anyone in particular. A simple gesture to indicate that the time for networking had begun. She scanned the room, noting the locations of her sparse security dotting all sides of the room. With them, likely other security, press, or internal staff. Tables were bountifully prepared with food and drink, appetizing delicacies she would sample while interacting with other members. She meandered to the 'watering station' complete with teas and hand squeezed fruit drinks. Beneath were signs indicating the local vegetation utilized in the creation and a description of what the flavor would be like.

In the distance she observed a youthful man, bald, with serious demeanor. She was not familiar with his profile, but felt in her gut, he was the man representing the Confederacy. She spied a while, from various angle, observing his behavior and interactions with others; meanwhile reviewing the tables undoubtedly prepared to impress their guests. She took a glass and filled it with a blue-green liquid, glancing back once more at the man.

 

[Aeaolen Kicka]

Captain Kelbor and his delegation bowed to the man that proclaimed himself Mandalore, or at least the Mandalore's successor and to Kelbor, he was indeed Mandalore. Remus motioned to his delegation and others that had followed them. He briefly rolled his eyes at the Neimodian's as they rushed the tables with food and drink. The Muuns weren't better but at least they were a little more hidden when it came to opulence or at least he thought that they were better. Kelbor took a seat at the main table where the negotiations would take place and he accepted a pour of Mandalorian wine and the servant droid moved on. Remus paid little attention to the Republic delegation, he had no need for them. Remus leaned over to a Confederate Navy officer and nodded. Remus stood, the glass of Mandalorian wine in his hand and he held it towards Zaun. "Thank you for allowing us to be here Mandalore." Remus did his best to emphasize the title. "As a gift from the Confederacy, we have begun the process of landing several freighters worth of credits, small arms and munitions as a gift for you and your people. Regardless of the outcome here today, we are honored to be in the presence of the True Mandalorians."

 

[Silver]

Unknown to Kelbor, the man before him would soon become recognized as Mandalore. For he had just received a map to the location he sought which would carry him to the helmet of Mandalore. With this artifact sequestered, the other clans not yet allied with the peaceful Kryze or the Death Watch would have no option but to join him - a future which the man had already prepared for with many new buildings and houses in all three settlements which hadn't been populated as of yet. The future would be quite interesting. He leaned inwards to hear the words of both his important chiefs of staff before speaking up at last while his guests basked in opulence and mandalorian wine. It was only right for him to offer something for them as reward for coming all the way out here even without confederation. He had other such gifts planned as well but for the moment read over the mood of the room, Finally, Zaun spoke in a heartened tone. "Aah, that is quite the gift, I appreciate your transparency in this situation, Captain Kelbor. We the True Mandalorians are honored to have your delegation. I am to wonder if the Republic has brought a gift of their own for me - as is customary but not required in ancient mandalorian rules of negotiation. It is our pleasure to have you both here. I have arranged tours after lunch for both the Republic and Confederacy Delegations. Let us have civilized conversation now."

 

[Amara Desal]

Seba continued to monitor the room. Cradling the cup of foreign liquid in her hands, she observed the Mandalorian leader in conversation with the Confederate Representative. Spotting the opportunity to kill two Thrantas with one shot, she sauntered over to the now populated table. She lingered tableside and caught the tail end of their conversation:

Let us have civilized conversation now.

"Indeed, civilized conversation," she interjected, "Mandalore, the Republic is most grateful for your invitation to be here." Pausing, she bowed her head in greeting and turned her attention to the Confederacy representative, "Captain Kelbur, It is gratifying to put a face to the name, your reputation precedes you."

 

[Aeaolen Kicka]

Captain Kelbor turned to the Senator and bowed his head. "Thank you Senator, I wish I could say the same for you but I do not personally know much about you." The Captain was cautious in his tone, this was a diplomatic meeting and not a war council. The war would someday be over and having allies everywhere would benefit him or rather the Confederacy. "Tell me Senator, which world do you represent in the Galactic Senate?" Remus was naturally curious and wondered if this could lead into conversation about the pitfalls of the Republic, the failure of "representative" democracy and how the Republic has basically rotted from the inside out.

 

[Amara Desal]

"Thank you Senator, I wish I could say the same for you but I do not personally know much about you."

Although is tone was diplomatic and subdued, Seba couldn't help but take the words as a personal attack. It was true that most senators flew under the radar, unless you had daily interaction in the Senate chambers; and it was obvious Captain Kelbor did not. She smirked, trying to save face, with a pleasant smile.

"Tell me Senator, which world do you represent in the Galactic Senate?"

"The core world of Bar'Leth," she replied, taking an open seat at the table. "Our university is renowned throughout the galaxy, even among our Alderaanian cousins." It was a superfluous remark, a simple reference to its location in the Galaxy; with an added point of interest that set Bar'Leth apart from other core world systems. "And you Captain, where do you call home?"