Post by Zarkana on Sept 21, 2012 23:04:38 GMT -5
Faction: Mandalorians
Department: Army
Rank: Lieutenant General
Name: Jorund Jastrinas
Race: Echani Hybrid
Age: 53
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 215 lbs
Birth place: Chandrila
Appearance:
Jorund Jastrians is an old warrior that has been weathered by the storm of time. A prominent scar upon his face is a reminder of how brash he was in his youth. The scar in question runs from his upper lip over his right cheek, stopping just below his right eye. Icy blue irides assist in providing the unsettling feeling that he is starring into one's soul. Though they are accompanied by crows feet and periorbital dark circles with minor puffiness that has accumulated over time. A less prominent scar is located on the bridge of his nose, caused by a stitched up cut from an accident in his childhood. Stress coupled with androgenic alopecia has lead to Jorund becoming bald over the years, leaving him with a horseshoe shaped ring of hair which he keeps cut short. His scalp is usually protected from the sun by his helmet or officers cap. Match the grizzled color of his hair is what Jorund describes as his magnificent mustache and goatee, which are both well kept. Gravity has also take its toll, leaving Jorund with slightly pronounced jowls.
Slowing crawling up his neck like a vine is an old burn scar. It is usually unseen due to Jorund keeping it covered. The scar originates from the ball joint of his right arm. The join is clearly visible when not covered by cloth. This is due to the fact that Jorund lost his right arm when he was younger. The cybernetic prosthetic could be considered obsolete if it were compared to the current market displays. Jorund had chosen the prosthetic based on functionality and practicality rather than aesthetics. The skeletal structure of the prosthetic is made of beskar to keep it strong. Its plating is a simple series of dull grey metal durasteel which he declines to cover in synthskin. Jorund also had a small compartment installed just below the elbow joint to allow him to easily carry his dagger with him.
Age and injuries have done their own damage over the years. An injury sustained from a fall shattered his left hip, leaving Jorund with a noticeable limp that he refuses to allow affect or otherwise limit his mobility. Though it is still common to see Jorund utilizing a walking stick to aid him. While time may have ravaged his body, it has yet to touch his still sharp mind. Even with his elderly age, he still takes the time to stay in shape. His body is still fit, though it is not as muscular as it once had been. Leaving Jorund with a much more slender athletic form, than his previous muscular toned physique.
Personality:
Stoic and merciful, he is a bulwark, a man whom stands constantly at the side of his ideals and would never once back away from his convictions. He stands proudly by those around him that would do the same, and as always he shows mercy even to the most diabolical of enemies, for it is in his very nature to see that in all things in the galaxy there is still good. He is grizzled and old, experienced and filled with wisdom that sees him through the choices he makes, the very same that he would stand by until his dying breath, and yet would march into the very heart of hell to protect. He stands by his ideals always, and never once would be back away, Jorund stands strong, as he always will.
Personal Inventory:
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 7
Speed: 4
Leadership: 7
Unarmed: 5
Melee Weapons: 5
Ranged Weapons: 5
Bio:
Birth
Jorund was born what seems like ages ago on the peaceful and tranquil world of Chandril, on a large ranch that was built years before his time in the country side. His mother, a young and beautiful woman named Sybilla was a Chandrillian, whom had fallen in love with Jorund's father Enman, an Echani General that had retired after years of service and merely wanted nothing more than to settle down with a family and seek out his dream of owning a ranch which he finally was able to accomplish. Sybilla was a loving mother, always watching Jorund and guiding him with a loving hand, teaching him what was right and what was wrong, and when one picked a cause that they should always stand by that cause, in the good times and in the bad. His father Enman was a man of honor, one whom had see the horrors of war and lived to tell the tales of it, yet he kept that side of himself from his family, all except for the Echani way of life which he taught to his son as soon as Jorund was able to take his first steps.
It was this environment that lead to the man that Jorund would become, his caring and guiding parents whom would always stand next to him, just as he would in the end always stand next to his men in the thick of battle. Jorund though was different compared to the many children of Chandrila, a world of diplomats and philosophers, their schools held nothing for Jorund to learn, being from a warrior family, it was his destiny to walk the same path as his father, all the while he watched as the children of Chandrila continued their schooling in becoming pacifists all while forgotting that it was people like Enman, like the man Jorund would become that allowed them to be Pacifists, even in these times of darkness as the Republic and Sith Empire loomed over one another, with war constantly on the verge. Jorund could never see how these children and their families could stand to merely become mindless drones speaking out for peace through diplomacy, when in truth it mattered not how softly one could speak, they still needed to carry a big stick.
Jorund though had forgone the schools of Chandrila, seeing the children as nothing more than lazy, and as they would tease him , he would merely scoff and brush them off as nothing more than privileged children whom would never know what it means to work a day in their life. For Jorund though it was different, he had been working since he was merely six years old, old enough to help his father on the Ranch taking care of the Staga that his father had purchased when he first started the ranch. It was on the ranch that Jorund would learn his most valued lessons, the ones that in time he would pass to his own men under his command, the values and lessons of hard work and being proud in that work. So for fourteen long years he worked hard, not a single moment was spent seeking after some thought on some off world wonder or worry, or on some philosophical thought that the children of Chandrila found themselves enamoured in. No, Jorund worked, from the time the sun rose in the morning until it set at night, he was watching over the herds of Staga, and caring for the ranch. In those few hours that he wasn't working on the ranch, he was training with his father, learning all that he could, learning the same skills and motions that his father had learned from his father, just as his had done before him, just as all of Jorund's ancestors had.
It was years of peace and happiness, hard work and payment of pride in the work that he accomplished and in all that time Sybilla said not a single word to her son or husband, not wishing to worry them. In all those years, since Jorund was six, she had fallen ill, though the illness never went away, it stayed with her, and for eight years she suffered in silence with a smile on her face, happy that she was able to watch her son grow and grow, becoming a man each day and watching, knowing that he would reach great things. She taught him of love, and compassion, of mercy and how one was great when they gave it to even the lowest beings in the galaxy. His father taught him to fight with honor, yet it was his mother that taught him what honor meant. It was compassion and mercy that truely made honor what it was, and Jorund to this day still believes in the honor of mercy that his mother instilled upon him. Sadly though the illness would eventually catch up to Sybilla, the days making her weaker and weaker with each passing hour. Soon it became clear that she would not survive, as she had become bed ridden, her husband always at her side, and Jorund working harder and harder to ensure that his mother could still be comfortable.
It was a cloudy day when Sybilla called Jorund into the room, speaking to him one last time, and this time, just as Sybilla had always sung to him on the dark and stormy night, Jorund returned the love, he stayed with his mother and he sung, he sung the very song that she used to sooth him, to keep his heart and mind at peace, and this time, it was used to send Sybilla off to rest. Jorund watched as his mother closed her eyes and slowly slipped off, passing with the love of her son and husband as Jorund and Enman stayed in the room. They buried her under a large oak tree, the same oak tree that Sybilla had been so fond of sitting under and reading to her son, the same tree that she always sat under to clear her mind and keep her heart at peace. The next two years were the rough ones, the ones in which Jorund saw his father Enman begin to circle the drain. As the days turned to weeks, the drinking turned from glasses to whole bottles. Jorund did all the work on the ranch, not once questioning his father or speaking of his depression, he just stood by him. In the end though it was not enough, and one day it would show.
As Jorund came home from a long day on the ranch he came into the sight of his father laying dead by his own hand in the family home. It was the note that was left that became the reason to it all, Enman having become so depressed at the loss of his wife that he could no longer go on, deciding that it was better to end it all, than to drag his son through the mud with him, and so he left it all to Jorund, everything the family had. All that was left for Jorund now was a home of old memories, and to him, he could not stay. So he did what came naturally, he picked the few things that he wished to keep, old photos and trinkets that had been Sybilla's and Enman's, and when he had finished, he sold the rest. He sold the objects left in the home, then he sold the herd, and finally the ranch, and in the end he walked away to find his own way in the galaxy. He had more than enough to leave Chandrila, and to him, he would never return, what did he have to return to know, all he had of his family left he carried with him.
The Volunteer
And so with no where else to go Jorund left Chandrila, searching for a place to belong, and soon enough he would find that place, and for a time he would remain. He would find his new home in the Republic Navy, knowing that in these times he would be able to pass for age and volunteer for the Republic. It was these next two years that he spent with the Republic Navy that would teach him much more, proving already that he was a hard worker as he was taken under the wing of Captain Arden, the captain of the vessel he was serving on, being taught and trained how to lead others and how to be a beacon of strength and a pillar of courage even in the most dark of times, to always be that pillar that those around him could look to. It was this captain that Jorund would never forget, even after years of his life had gone by, he would always see this man as a teacher, the one whom showed him what it meant to be a leader to his men. The single Republic officer that he would always respect no matter what side he was on.
For two years he served with honor and pride in the Republic Navy, his duties always seen to, his tasked always completed, and when he had the time he was always available for the other crew members to ask him for aid in their own tasks. Sadly this new family that he found would soon be taken from him, as his past would catch up to him, and his age revealed. It was just days after he turned eighteen when he would be arrested, taken from the ship that had become his family and detined as it was revealed that he had joined under false pretenses. Jorund knew that he had to step up and deal with the results of his actions, to take responsibility for them as he confessed that he had lied when he volunteered and he had only done so to serve and protect others just as his father Enman had done as a young man. Jorund was lucky though in this fact, those that listened did, and rather than treating Jorund harshly, they treated him with the same respect that he had earned from his captain, Captain Arden, the same man that now stood next to him and put his carrer on the line to save Jorund.
Discharged
It was months before Jorund finally found out what his fate would be, a full discharge from the Republic navy, which he would never be able to join again. Captain Arden having been able to sway the thoughts in Jorunds favor as the record of his service showed how well he had acted and served in the two years that he had done so. And so there Jorund stood, face to face with the Captain that saved him, a simple hand shake as they parted ways, though this wouldn't be the last time that either man saw the other, and in time, Jorund would once more get to return the favor that Captain Arden had done, though it wouldn't be anytime soon. Now with the only family he had known for the past two years no longer at his side, he was once more alone in the Galaxy, though he knew that he would always find others that he would feel at home with, and in time this would happen once more.
For the time though he left the coreward worlds, heading towards the outerim and the experiences that were waiting for him there, seeking out a new path, and soon he would once more find the path that he had been seeking. As he stood on a dusty world in the Outer Rim he watched as the people became the victims of pirates, and for Jorund, such actions would not stand. He had worked his entire life, and he knew what these people felt as they were robbed of their hard earnings from their work. Jorund would take this path, and for a time he would walk it as he once more volunteered to put his life on the line to protect others, and he would never once hesitate in his thinking. He would never once waver in the face of an enemy that he stood against, his pride and honor of his father, and the compassion and mercy of his mother keeping him from ever taking a single step back when he stood against those that would harm others.
Pirate Hunting
So there Jorund stood, watching as the pirates left the world after they had struck it, a burning heat in his heart that told him to go after them, and that's exactly what he did. He joined a ship that had been hired to deal with the pirates, to hunt them down and root them out from their base and destroy it. For Jorund it was like finding another family as he fell in easily with the crew, preforming his duties and finishing each task given to him as he stood and watched as they hunted for those that would harm others. He stood silently on the bridge as he watched the first pirate vessel they came across become lit up like a display of lights, the vessel being torn asunder from explosions that ripped through the hull. Oddly a smile crossed Jorund's lips, a smile that he wouldn't understand until later in his life when it would once more cross his lips.
He worked hard on the vessel, his life becoming dedicated to stamping out pirates and those other criminals that would prey upon those that could not protect themselves, and for him he saw a life, a future in this line of work. For him it was a second wind, a second chance to do what he was born for, rather than sitting in some prison, or turning pirate himself and stealing from others, no, he wouldn't allow those thoughts to fill his mind, even as with each pirate vessel they pulled in he saw the loot that they carried. Jorund though knew that the galaxy needed people like him to keep those that would prey on others from ever seeing light again, be it through their destruction or imprisonment. This was his life now, hunting those that sought to steal from the hard working beings of the galaxy.
For years Jorund remained with the task force, having been promotted through his own hard work, to the point that he was the second in command of a small frigate, though soon enough he would take command and show just what he could do, beginning the journey that would see him standing on the bridge of a much larger vessel, and looking upon what he would create. As the frigate pulled closer to a section of space controlled by pirates, it was ambushed, the first blow tearing apart the bridge and killing the captain, throwing Jorund into a nearby console, which in turn would result in the scar that graces his face to this very day. He was still alive though, and as the crew began to order to abandon ship he stopped them, he wasnt going to let them flee from sheer fear, and he stood as a bulwark, standing at the controls as he took command. It was this show of force and courage that brought others to his side as he turned the tide.
He pointed the damaged frigate towards the nearest enemy vessel, heading straight for it, ready to ram the vessel, though at the last second he pulled off, pulling his frigate along side and unleashing a devistating strike againts the enemy, the weapons of the frigate tearing into the small corvette as they passed by, sending it into a spiral towards it's own allies as Jorund pulled his vessel around. He was not going to let the pirates flee as he pointed straight to the frigate ahead of him, pushing his damaged and limping ship towards action as he stood stoic and strong, never once showing and fear as he ordered the attack, the weapons unleashing as they tore into the frigate, his own vessel taking strike after strike, though by some unknown miracle still holding together.
As Jorund pulled the frigate into it's final run he noticed the pirates beginning to flee, seeing the fear that he had pushed upon them through the actions of a damaged vessel. He watched and listened as he heard the fear in the pirates voices as they announced their surrend, the vessels that could still move had already begun to flee the area, and to the surprise of the crew that he had pushed towards action, Jorund showed mercy and allowed them to flee, turning his attention to the drifting vessels that had announced their surrender, showing them the same mercy as he took each into custody and returned with their vessels. The name Jorund would begin to spread from that moment, a story of a man whom stood against the odds and in the end show mercy towards those that would not have done the same to any being.
A new Cause
For five years he spent his life with the pirate hunters, showing that he was indeed deserving of the title that had been given to him, no, not given, the title that he had earned, the title that spread across the outer rim of a merciful warrior that would not sulley his name by chasing down those that would flee. He was an oddity in a galaxy that would see men tear apart those that they would capture, such a strang thing as a man that would show mercy to an enemy that would not do the same in turn, and yet Jorund still did. It was what his mother had taught him, and it was a lesson that he held close to his heart, to show that he was not willing to compromise this believes and life lessons merely because of the region of space he traveled in, no, this was not something that he would allow himself to do, for the moment that he ran down a fleeing foe would be the day that who he was would die.
In those years he showed great promise in this life, and yet at the same time he knew that with each passing day it did not hold the same promise as it had once before. There would always be pirates, there would always be those to steal from others, and to him, he knew that the only way to prevent this was to take action on a larger scale, and soon enough he would be drawn to those that had been wronged the most in the galaxy. They were not a single species, a single race, no they were a mixture of beings, of species and believes, all held together with the singular name, Mandalorian. It was this people that he was drawn to, this group that had gathered together and in the past carved out their own home in the galaxy, only to have it taken from them, their homes stripped from them, and the wrongs against them piled again and again. They rose and fell, and each time they were stolen from, each time their homes taken and for Jorund he could no longer watch a people suffering so continue to suffer at the hands of those that would call their government rightful and correct. The Repulic, the Sith Empire, neither of them deserved his honor and courage, no, it would be the Mandalorians that he would stand next to, and so at the end of his time with the pirate hunters he left, heading towards Mandalorian space.
When he first set foot on the soil of Mandalore he knew deep down that this was where he belonged, it was these people that he belonged with, and in his heart he could hear the encouragement of his father and mother pushing him towards this new family, one that he would give his life to see them rise in the galaxy once more. He joined the Mandalorian Navy, his experience and skill, his name that had crossed the galaxy pushing him into a role of command, and he accepted it, pushing those beneath him to great acts of courage, to show them what honor really meant, and each time they stepped into battle, he showed what it meant to carry the title that he had. He showed those that would hunt the enemy down that they were better than that, that they would strike an enemy and allow them to flee, to let them live another day and to show them mercy, to show them such mercy that it would act as their own weapon. Jorund would use mercy to cause fear in his enemy, to show shake them to their very base as to know that he would act better than they, that he would stand before an enemy and they would know that there stood a man whom would allow them to lick their wounds and flee. He would use this to raise the Mandalorians from the dirt that they had been pushed into once more at the hands of the Republic.
Raiding the Republic
It was Jorunds previous experience on a Republic vessel that saw him promotted and given a simple command, raid the republic. He was given a single ship, and with that vessel he was sent out to strike at the Republic. For Jorund he had become distant with the Republic, disconnected from a government that had continued to steal from those that had worked hard, and now as he found himself standing on the bridge of the Mandalorian vessel, looking out towards the Republic he knew that he picked the right side, knowing in his heart that his actions that would come would be proper and right. So with a simple nod he urged his vessel forward, crossing into the Republic, and soon a two year crusade against their shipping lanes began, one that in the end would see his name spread across the Republic, and he would once more met an old friend, one that he had not seen in years, though one that he would never forget.
Beyond his knowledge though, Jorund had no clue that his name had already begun to be whispered not only among the pirates, yet those in all walks of the Galaxy, from the simple child looking for a hero, to those of planetary defense vessels, they spoke of this warrior that would show mercy to all that he came across, and as he struck into the Republic, he proved that his name was well earned. His vessel pushed ship after ship out of the way as they came against the enemy, showing that he would not strike against those that he had crippled, leaving their vessels, and the crew with enough supplies to repair, only to leave with the spoils of the raids. He never once struck a poor Republic world, only striking at those worlds that he knew held more wealth and supplies, the ones where the people sat high and mighty in their gilded homes, leaving the hard working citizens to their tasks, and never once allowing a single man or woman under his command to pillage or take from the poor of the Republic. It was these people that he wanted on his side, those that in the worst case would be there and remember that he and those under his command spared them, showed them compassion and knew the work they put in. He wanted people in the Republic that he would be able to trust, and oh how he had people that would rather hide him than turn him over. Every raid, on every world where he struck and his crew left the less wealthy to their own devices caused his name to grow.
He became known as a Merciful warrior, one whom would not raise a single hand against the poor, nor allow a hand to be raised against them. Most of all though, it was the children that spread his name, whispering of Jorund in their classes and when they played and worked. It was the next generation of people that would remember him that continued to push his name across the galaxy, and it was exactly what he wanted, to let the Galaxy know that he would no longer allow these corrupt governments to raise their hands against the people whom would work hard for their lives and their families. Jorund could no longer stand by and allow those around him to be stolen from, and as he pushed through Republic space on the continued raid, heading home, he made sure that his name spread, that Jorund would no longer stand idle by, and that the Mandalorians would once more rise again.
And so it would come as they returned home that Jorund would run across Captain Arden, the very man that had taken him under his wing when he joined the Republic Navy, the second father figure that had taught him all he knew of command, and how to treat his crew properly, to turn them into a family. So there they faced one another, at the edge of Mandalorian and Republic space, the student Jorund and his mentor Captain Arden, the two men showing respect for one another as Jorund waited, he would not be the first to attack, and he merely ordered his vessel home, sending it on its way to cross the border. It would be then that Captain Arden fired upon the vessel, the two ships soon enough coming into a pitched battle, striking against each other, blow for blow as they matched equally in strength, and by the days end neither vessel had the upper hand. Then in the show of respect, one that could only come between these two men whom had known each other for so long, both Jorund and Captain Arden merely gave each other a salute, and sent their vessels home, showing that one could have respect for ones enemy, and this would not be the last time that Jorund and Arden would cross paths.
Securing their home
Jorund returned to the cheers and admiration of others as his battered vessel limped into the Concord Dawn shipyards, his crew having earned their rest, one that would see Jorund promotted and given the command to secure Mandalorian space, being told that pirates had begun to strike into their territories, and with Jorund having the most experience, it fell upon him to ensure that the homes of the Mandalorians would not be threatened by mere criminals that would never know the hard work that a soldier or factory worker would. With a new vessel and his crew rested, Jorund set out, patrolling the Mandalorian worlds and securing their borders from the very pirates that he had fought ages ago, striking against them each time, and showing that he would never once hunt them down, allowing them to flee when they began to, and while others would claim that Jorund was weak for showing such mercy, he knew that deep in the hearts of his enemy, not only did they have respect for them, he held their fear, fear for such a man whom would give mercy, fear as to what he would do should he decide that he would no longer be merciful, and it was this fear that nurtured his name and caused it to continue to grow.
With each passing day turning to weeks, then months and finally years, Jorund stood strongly at the command, pushing back any pirate that would dare strike against the Mandalorians, capturing vessels and crews, turning them to the side of the Mandalorians, and bolstering the Mandalorian fleet, adding to their force and not once chasing down a single enemy that had his mercy. He stood strong in his convictions, not allowing a single vessel he allowed to go free, to be fired upon or attacked. He spent years at his command, securing the Mandalorians worlds until an idea had come to him, one that he sought to bring to those of the Mandalorians that would listen, a means to begin to pit the Republic and the Sith against one another as he brought those pirate vessels he had captured together, the first part of his plan. In a few months time he had what he needed, vessels painted to resemble both the Republic and the Sith Empire, the plan now clear to those who looked upon the vessels, and soon Jorund set the plan into motion.
The beginning of doubt
Jorund in his time spent securing his new home had captured many pirate vessels, and now they would once more serve as they had before, though this time they would serve a far greater cause. Under his command he sent the pirate vessels into Sith space, sending them to strike against the Sith worlds, to use the vessels to give the appearance that piracy had begun to rise in Sith territory, though this was all a facade, a means to an end that would culminate in the future strikes against both the Republic and the Sith, all using captured pirate vessels, giving enough doubt that the people were rising against their own governments and pushing more people into the arms of the Mandalorians. His plan with the raids was simple and clear, to stretch thin the supply lines, to force both sides to exhaust their vessels and supplies fighting against pirates and dealing with raids, stopping each side from striking against each other and wasting the lives of the innocents of the galaxy.
This was how Jorund would fight, to weaken the enemy with attrition, force them into using their resources, and showing that no matter how much they pushed, they would always suffer for their actions. It was this plan that continued to evolve, to shift and change into what it would become, soon it would not only involve the Sith, no it would involve the Republic as well, and as the plan continued to prove useful, Jorund began to work on the next part of it. In the end he would use the pirates as a means to an end, to show that he would not tolerate those in the galaxy that would prey on the innocents that toiled all day, in this way, his plan had a double effect, not only did he use it to stretch thin the enemies supplies, he used it to force the enemy to root out pirates across the galaxy.
To sow doubt
It was the captured vessels that gave birth to his idea, one that would see doubt spread between those that threatened the Mandalorians the most, the Republic and the Sith. Jorund knew that the Mandalorian fleet could not fully stand against either, and to have any chance it was doubt that would need to be sown between the two, and so this is where the captured pirate vessels came into play, their hulls painted with the markings of each side, only to be sent by the command of Jorund into the territory of the other. The vessels raiding both sides, striking out and fleeing before caught, only leaving traces that they had been there, just enough of a trace though to make those on both sides think. Jorund watched as his plan was set into motion, watching as the vessels would return month after month with supplies, much needed if the Mandalorians would continue to rise, and be able to stand against those that would rather see them serving beneath the heel of a corrupt government.
Jorund remained steadfast in his command of his plan, watching as again and again the vessels struck and fled, struck and feinted away to open a real target, taking all that they could before fleeing, with each strike being on the border of Republic and Sith space, always ensuring that the emblems on the vessels were seen before they fled a system, and not once did he allow a single vessel to be lost. Jorund always stood by his crew, just as he knew that they would stand beside him, and in the end, when it came more difficult to continue the facade of the raids, he pulled the vessels back, returning the crews to their families and sending the ships away to be turned into proper Mandalorian warships. His crew having stood beside him the entire time, and soon he knew that he would be given a command which would see the Mandalorians preparing for a new push, one that would be followed by the mass of the Mandalorians, to prove that they would no longer be silent in the galaxy, that they would stand and shout out that they would not allow history to merely push them under the rug.
The lands once held
For Jorund the time had finally come, the time when the worlds and space once held by the Mandalorians would become the next target, the worlds that the Mandalorians had once stood proudly upon that now rest behind the curtain of corruption, and now came the day that he would strike against them. Taking a small force of Mandalorian vessels he pushed into Republic space, pushing towards the worlds that the Mandalorians had once taken ages ago when they began their conquest of space, and now it was time for Jorund to take his stand once more. His mercy showing and burning brightly as he pushed vessels after vessels to the side, leaving them to limp away and repair, only to face him once more again, knowing that the fear of his mercy filled them, knowing that Jorund would always show that very mercy, to show that he was not some monster that the Mandalorians had been made out to be, no, he was a man that would stand strong and show to the galaxy that the Mandalorians would no longer serve others, it was time for others to serve them.
His raids pushed deep into the former Mandalorian space, striking at worlds that had not seen a Mandalorian set foot upon them in hundreds of years, and an amazing thing happened with each world he struck, his force grew, with each world that had once been Mandalorian he found families, the distant descendants of those Mandalorians that had lived on the worlds before that rose up to join the new cause, new Mandalorian clans swelled his fleet with each successful raid, and as Jorund pushed deeper, he knew that the Republic would send his old mentor to strike against him, the man that years before he struck him into a stalemate, and now as Jorund was poised to push further, his mentor appeared at the head of a republic fleet, one sent to stop Jorund from pushing any further, though this was what Jorund had wanted, to once more face his old mentor.
It was a strange feeling that Jorund had as he stood on the bridge of his command vessel, seeing the large fleet sent against his ragtag group of vessels that had somehow managed to push so far into Republic space, and yet at the same time, this feeling only embolded him, pushed him to show that he would stand strong, and stand strong he did. He attacked with honor, he pushed his men forward as they struck againts the Republic fleet, pushing towards the enemy that had for so long kept them down in the dirt, that had saw their clans pulled apart and demanded so much to prevent the Mandalorians from rising again, and yet here Jorund stood with his fleet, showing that those demands would no longer be listened to. He struck again and again, pushing the enemy back, pushing into the enemy flanks and forcing them back upon themselves. Then just as he was poised to strike the finishing blow he ordered his vessels back, preventing them from the final strike, no that was not what he wanted.
Jorund watched as the Republic fleet remained dumbfounded, unable to understand why Jorund had not ordered their destruction, then it was the fear of his mercy that hit them, to know that Jorund could wipe them out, and yet he chose mercy instead. With a simple salute to his old mentor Captain Arden, Jorund ordered his fleet back, returning home as he left the Republic fleet to repair itself, allowing them to yet once more live to see the next day, and once more Jorund bolstered his title, he proved time and time again that he was Merciful, and that no matter the situation he would always show it, for that was what he had been taught by Sybilla, the loving mother that showed him that there was till goodness in the galaxy.
The inroads are paved
Jorund would return from the raids secure in the knowledge that he had in fact paved new inroads for the Mandalorians into the territories that they had once held, the very worlds that they had once reigned over, and now with these new lanes ready to be the very instrument for which the Mandalorians could strike out against the galaxy, Jorund was returned to Mandalore, his crew allowed time to rest as he took the time to continue with his own plans, now supporting a hefty promotion upon his shoulders as he then realized that what the Mandalorians needed was a larger fleet. He was one of the few whom knew that without such a tool, such a striking instrument the Mandalorians would be unable to strike out and return to reign those worlds they had once held before.
For now though he rested, his new routes into the old territories already being used to continue the fight, to gather and take supplies that would be used to bolster the Mandalorian cause. It was these new inroads that would see him continue to rise, to rise higher than he had before and to stand at the peak to shout and show that the Mandalorians would always be there in the galaxy. His raids and new inroads proved that to worlds that had not seen the Mandalorians in many hundreds of years, they were returning, and now no world would be safe from their strength.
A shouting voice
Over the many years in his service to the Mandalorian cause, Jorund had seen first hand the sad state that their fleet was in, knowing that this was to be their true power in space, knowing that without a strong fleet they would never be able to stand for long against the Republic and the Sith and so he did what anyone in his position would do, he shouted and continued to shout until someone listened. He began a long two year crusade, an advocation to expand the Mandalorian fleet, to bolster its strength with fighters and capital vessels in order to ensure that the Mandalorians could strike out against their foes, to reclaim the territory that had been stolen from them, to allow the clans to return to those worlds that they once called home. It was the fleet that they would need, and Jorund would not let anyone forget it for a moment, he would remain as he always had, a stoic bulwark that would continue to shout.
And shout he did, for two long years he continued until finally someone listened, until finally he was able to lay out his plan on the expansion of the Mandalorian fleet, though he knew that it would not be done immediately, he still had the ears of those that would listen, of those that would allow him the ability to get it done, and in this he saw a victory. Jorund knew that he needed to keep their ears, to show to them not only in thought and design, that it was needed, to show and prove to them that it could be done, and this is exactly what he did, and now as he stood as a shining beacon to push the Mandalorians forward, he showed that his plan would work, and what better way than to use his own vessels, his very fleet to prove that it could be done, that it had to be done, that his plan would be carried out and not only work, it would make the Mandalorians all the stronger.
Reforming the Fleet
It was his own vessels that he used to prove his concept, to show that it would work and oh how it did. Every vessels in his fleet was looked over, repaired, fixed, overhauled and in the end new formations were made, showing that not only was the plan easy to enact it would work. It took years for it to become completed, though it was years well worth spent, as his fleet became the new gleaming example of how the Mandalorians would once more take the worlds that had been stolen from them. Jorund watched as his fleet came together, their formation bring life to his plan, and as he stood there showing the pride he had in his crews, he knew that he would lead them into battle, he knew that he would be the tip of the spear that would push the Mandalorians through the galaxy and return them to a position of power, to once more raise them from the ashes like a mighty phoenix and rise over those that had pushed them beneath their heels and stole their very essence.
Jorund "The Merciful," the Rear Admiral of the Mandalorians
And so the day came in which he was promotted, Jorund no longer a simple adovcate, a simple commander, now he held the ears of those that he would need, and those ears saw to it that he was raised in rank, pushed into the upper echelon to ensure that the Mandalorians would once more rise. Now he stood there as a Rear Admiral, watching over the shipyards that the Mandalorians held, and it would be in those very shipyards that Jorund would see the Mandalorian fleet rise once more, expanding it, and showing that they would no longer be a mere side note to the military and special forces, no, the Mandalorian navy would rise up from the ashes, spread its wings and prove to the galaxy once more that they are the spear head of the Mandalorians, and that no matter the odds they would strike against the enemy and pierce through their hearts, and all this would be done under the watchful eye of Jorund the Merciful, the man whom began the charge to expand the Mandalorian fleet, the man that would stand side by side with those that he now called family.
RP Sample:
There he stood, silent and still, watching as the vessel before his eyes burned and yet while most would give the command, he did not, no, Jorund would not give that command. His crew knew this by now, and as they watched, he gave the order, the only one that he would give in this time, as the day came to a close.
"Give them mercy."
A simple command, one that he always gave, and as his crew nodded his vessel broke off the assault, leaving the other to remain burning, to allow the crew the chance to repair their system, to flee as he turned his attention back towards the other vessels that still possed a threat, and yet they appeared too afraid to make their move as Jorund watched in silence. He watched as the vessels moved pass his own to aid their fallen commrade.
Jorund allowed it, allowed their vessels to pass his in peace and tend to their own damaged one, to see to the crews as he merely nodded to his own crew. They had enough fighting today, and they knew too well that too much fighting would invade their body, it would infect them, and Jorund would not allow such a thing to happen to his crew.
A smiple motion of his hand was all that was needed for his crew to punch in the coordinates before their ship jumped to hyperspace, returning home and leaving their enemy with mercy and the fear of the possibility that they would not recieve the same treatment a second time.
Department: Army
Rank: Lieutenant General
Name: Jorund Jastrinas
Race: Echani Hybrid
Age: 53
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 215 lbs
Birth place: Chandrila
Appearance:
Jorund Jastrians is an old warrior that has been weathered by the storm of time. A prominent scar upon his face is a reminder of how brash he was in his youth. The scar in question runs from his upper lip over his right cheek, stopping just below his right eye. Icy blue irides assist in providing the unsettling feeling that he is starring into one's soul. Though they are accompanied by crows feet and periorbital dark circles with minor puffiness that has accumulated over time. A less prominent scar is located on the bridge of his nose, caused by a stitched up cut from an accident in his childhood. Stress coupled with androgenic alopecia has lead to Jorund becoming bald over the years, leaving him with a horseshoe shaped ring of hair which he keeps cut short. His scalp is usually protected from the sun by his helmet or officers cap. Match the grizzled color of his hair is what Jorund describes as his magnificent mustache and goatee, which are both well kept. Gravity has also take its toll, leaving Jorund with slightly pronounced jowls.
Slowing crawling up his neck like a vine is an old burn scar. It is usually unseen due to Jorund keeping it covered. The scar originates from the ball joint of his right arm. The join is clearly visible when not covered by cloth. This is due to the fact that Jorund lost his right arm when he was younger. The cybernetic prosthetic could be considered obsolete if it were compared to the current market displays. Jorund had chosen the prosthetic based on functionality and practicality rather than aesthetics. The skeletal structure of the prosthetic is made of beskar to keep it strong. Its plating is a simple series of dull grey metal durasteel which he declines to cover in synthskin. Jorund also had a small compartment installed just below the elbow joint to allow him to easily carry his dagger with him.
Age and injuries have done their own damage over the years. An injury sustained from a fall shattered his left hip, leaving Jorund with a noticeable limp that he refuses to allow affect or otherwise limit his mobility. Though it is still common to see Jorund utilizing a walking stick to aid him. While time may have ravaged his body, it has yet to touch his still sharp mind. Even with his elderly age, he still takes the time to stay in shape. His body is still fit, though it is not as muscular as it once had been. Leaving Jorund with a much more slender athletic form, than his previous muscular toned physique.
Personality:
Stoic and merciful, he is a bulwark, a man whom stands constantly at the side of his ideals and would never once back away from his convictions. He stands proudly by those around him that would do the same, and as always he shows mercy even to the most diabolical of enemies, for it is in his very nature to see that in all things in the galaxy there is still good. He is grizzled and old, experienced and filled with wisdom that sees him through the choices he makes, the very same that he would stand by until his dying breath, and yet would march into the very heart of hell to protect. He stands by his ideals always, and never once would be back away, Jorund stands strong, as he always will.
Personal Inventory:
- Mandalorian Type 94 Blaster
- Mandalorian Type X-4 Heavy Blaster Pistol
- Jorund Jastrinas' Knife
- Jorund Jastrinas' Armor
- Jorund Jastrinas' Walking Stick
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 7
Speed: 4
Leadership: 7
Unarmed: 5
Melee Weapons: 5
Ranged Weapons: 5
Bio:
Birth
Jorund was born what seems like ages ago on the peaceful and tranquil world of Chandril, on a large ranch that was built years before his time in the country side. His mother, a young and beautiful woman named Sybilla was a Chandrillian, whom had fallen in love with Jorund's father Enman, an Echani General that had retired after years of service and merely wanted nothing more than to settle down with a family and seek out his dream of owning a ranch which he finally was able to accomplish. Sybilla was a loving mother, always watching Jorund and guiding him with a loving hand, teaching him what was right and what was wrong, and when one picked a cause that they should always stand by that cause, in the good times and in the bad. His father Enman was a man of honor, one whom had see the horrors of war and lived to tell the tales of it, yet he kept that side of himself from his family, all except for the Echani way of life which he taught to his son as soon as Jorund was able to take his first steps.
It was this environment that lead to the man that Jorund would become, his caring and guiding parents whom would always stand next to him, just as he would in the end always stand next to his men in the thick of battle. Jorund though was different compared to the many children of Chandrila, a world of diplomats and philosophers, their schools held nothing for Jorund to learn, being from a warrior family, it was his destiny to walk the same path as his father, all the while he watched as the children of Chandrila continued their schooling in becoming pacifists all while forgotting that it was people like Enman, like the man Jorund would become that allowed them to be Pacifists, even in these times of darkness as the Republic and Sith Empire loomed over one another, with war constantly on the verge. Jorund could never see how these children and their families could stand to merely become mindless drones speaking out for peace through diplomacy, when in truth it mattered not how softly one could speak, they still needed to carry a big stick.
Jorund though had forgone the schools of Chandrila, seeing the children as nothing more than lazy, and as they would tease him , he would merely scoff and brush them off as nothing more than privileged children whom would never know what it means to work a day in their life. For Jorund though it was different, he had been working since he was merely six years old, old enough to help his father on the Ranch taking care of the Staga that his father had purchased when he first started the ranch. It was on the ranch that Jorund would learn his most valued lessons, the ones that in time he would pass to his own men under his command, the values and lessons of hard work and being proud in that work. So for fourteen long years he worked hard, not a single moment was spent seeking after some thought on some off world wonder or worry, or on some philosophical thought that the children of Chandrila found themselves enamoured in. No, Jorund worked, from the time the sun rose in the morning until it set at night, he was watching over the herds of Staga, and caring for the ranch. In those few hours that he wasn't working on the ranch, he was training with his father, learning all that he could, learning the same skills and motions that his father had learned from his father, just as his had done before him, just as all of Jorund's ancestors had.
It was years of peace and happiness, hard work and payment of pride in the work that he accomplished and in all that time Sybilla said not a single word to her son or husband, not wishing to worry them. In all those years, since Jorund was six, she had fallen ill, though the illness never went away, it stayed with her, and for eight years she suffered in silence with a smile on her face, happy that she was able to watch her son grow and grow, becoming a man each day and watching, knowing that he would reach great things. She taught him of love, and compassion, of mercy and how one was great when they gave it to even the lowest beings in the galaxy. His father taught him to fight with honor, yet it was his mother that taught him what honor meant. It was compassion and mercy that truely made honor what it was, and Jorund to this day still believes in the honor of mercy that his mother instilled upon him. Sadly though the illness would eventually catch up to Sybilla, the days making her weaker and weaker with each passing hour. Soon it became clear that she would not survive, as she had become bed ridden, her husband always at her side, and Jorund working harder and harder to ensure that his mother could still be comfortable.
It was a cloudy day when Sybilla called Jorund into the room, speaking to him one last time, and this time, just as Sybilla had always sung to him on the dark and stormy night, Jorund returned the love, he stayed with his mother and he sung, he sung the very song that she used to sooth him, to keep his heart and mind at peace, and this time, it was used to send Sybilla off to rest. Jorund watched as his mother closed her eyes and slowly slipped off, passing with the love of her son and husband as Jorund and Enman stayed in the room. They buried her under a large oak tree, the same oak tree that Sybilla had been so fond of sitting under and reading to her son, the same tree that she always sat under to clear her mind and keep her heart at peace. The next two years were the rough ones, the ones in which Jorund saw his father Enman begin to circle the drain. As the days turned to weeks, the drinking turned from glasses to whole bottles. Jorund did all the work on the ranch, not once questioning his father or speaking of his depression, he just stood by him. In the end though it was not enough, and one day it would show.
As Jorund came home from a long day on the ranch he came into the sight of his father laying dead by his own hand in the family home. It was the note that was left that became the reason to it all, Enman having become so depressed at the loss of his wife that he could no longer go on, deciding that it was better to end it all, than to drag his son through the mud with him, and so he left it all to Jorund, everything the family had. All that was left for Jorund now was a home of old memories, and to him, he could not stay. So he did what came naturally, he picked the few things that he wished to keep, old photos and trinkets that had been Sybilla's and Enman's, and when he had finished, he sold the rest. He sold the objects left in the home, then he sold the herd, and finally the ranch, and in the end he walked away to find his own way in the galaxy. He had more than enough to leave Chandrila, and to him, he would never return, what did he have to return to know, all he had of his family left he carried with him.
The Volunteer
And so with no where else to go Jorund left Chandrila, searching for a place to belong, and soon enough he would find that place, and for a time he would remain. He would find his new home in the Republic Navy, knowing that in these times he would be able to pass for age and volunteer for the Republic. It was these next two years that he spent with the Republic Navy that would teach him much more, proving already that he was a hard worker as he was taken under the wing of Captain Arden, the captain of the vessel he was serving on, being taught and trained how to lead others and how to be a beacon of strength and a pillar of courage even in the most dark of times, to always be that pillar that those around him could look to. It was this captain that Jorund would never forget, even after years of his life had gone by, he would always see this man as a teacher, the one whom showed him what it meant to be a leader to his men. The single Republic officer that he would always respect no matter what side he was on.
For two years he served with honor and pride in the Republic Navy, his duties always seen to, his tasked always completed, and when he had the time he was always available for the other crew members to ask him for aid in their own tasks. Sadly this new family that he found would soon be taken from him, as his past would catch up to him, and his age revealed. It was just days after he turned eighteen when he would be arrested, taken from the ship that had become his family and detined as it was revealed that he had joined under false pretenses. Jorund knew that he had to step up and deal with the results of his actions, to take responsibility for them as he confessed that he had lied when he volunteered and he had only done so to serve and protect others just as his father Enman had done as a young man. Jorund was lucky though in this fact, those that listened did, and rather than treating Jorund harshly, they treated him with the same respect that he had earned from his captain, Captain Arden, the same man that now stood next to him and put his carrer on the line to save Jorund.
Discharged
It was months before Jorund finally found out what his fate would be, a full discharge from the Republic navy, which he would never be able to join again. Captain Arden having been able to sway the thoughts in Jorunds favor as the record of his service showed how well he had acted and served in the two years that he had done so. And so there Jorund stood, face to face with the Captain that saved him, a simple hand shake as they parted ways, though this wouldn't be the last time that either man saw the other, and in time, Jorund would once more get to return the favor that Captain Arden had done, though it wouldn't be anytime soon. Now with the only family he had known for the past two years no longer at his side, he was once more alone in the Galaxy, though he knew that he would always find others that he would feel at home with, and in time this would happen once more.
For the time though he left the coreward worlds, heading towards the outerim and the experiences that were waiting for him there, seeking out a new path, and soon he would once more find the path that he had been seeking. As he stood on a dusty world in the Outer Rim he watched as the people became the victims of pirates, and for Jorund, such actions would not stand. He had worked his entire life, and he knew what these people felt as they were robbed of their hard earnings from their work. Jorund would take this path, and for a time he would walk it as he once more volunteered to put his life on the line to protect others, and he would never once hesitate in his thinking. He would never once waver in the face of an enemy that he stood against, his pride and honor of his father, and the compassion and mercy of his mother keeping him from ever taking a single step back when he stood against those that would harm others.
Pirate Hunting
So there Jorund stood, watching as the pirates left the world after they had struck it, a burning heat in his heart that told him to go after them, and that's exactly what he did. He joined a ship that had been hired to deal with the pirates, to hunt them down and root them out from their base and destroy it. For Jorund it was like finding another family as he fell in easily with the crew, preforming his duties and finishing each task given to him as he stood and watched as they hunted for those that would harm others. He stood silently on the bridge as he watched the first pirate vessel they came across become lit up like a display of lights, the vessel being torn asunder from explosions that ripped through the hull. Oddly a smile crossed Jorund's lips, a smile that he wouldn't understand until later in his life when it would once more cross his lips.
He worked hard on the vessel, his life becoming dedicated to stamping out pirates and those other criminals that would prey upon those that could not protect themselves, and for him he saw a life, a future in this line of work. For him it was a second wind, a second chance to do what he was born for, rather than sitting in some prison, or turning pirate himself and stealing from others, no, he wouldn't allow those thoughts to fill his mind, even as with each pirate vessel they pulled in he saw the loot that they carried. Jorund though knew that the galaxy needed people like him to keep those that would prey on others from ever seeing light again, be it through their destruction or imprisonment. This was his life now, hunting those that sought to steal from the hard working beings of the galaxy.
For years Jorund remained with the task force, having been promotted through his own hard work, to the point that he was the second in command of a small frigate, though soon enough he would take command and show just what he could do, beginning the journey that would see him standing on the bridge of a much larger vessel, and looking upon what he would create. As the frigate pulled closer to a section of space controlled by pirates, it was ambushed, the first blow tearing apart the bridge and killing the captain, throwing Jorund into a nearby console, which in turn would result in the scar that graces his face to this very day. He was still alive though, and as the crew began to order to abandon ship he stopped them, he wasnt going to let them flee from sheer fear, and he stood as a bulwark, standing at the controls as he took command. It was this show of force and courage that brought others to his side as he turned the tide.
He pointed the damaged frigate towards the nearest enemy vessel, heading straight for it, ready to ram the vessel, though at the last second he pulled off, pulling his frigate along side and unleashing a devistating strike againts the enemy, the weapons of the frigate tearing into the small corvette as they passed by, sending it into a spiral towards it's own allies as Jorund pulled his vessel around. He was not going to let the pirates flee as he pointed straight to the frigate ahead of him, pushing his damaged and limping ship towards action as he stood stoic and strong, never once showing and fear as he ordered the attack, the weapons unleashing as they tore into the frigate, his own vessel taking strike after strike, though by some unknown miracle still holding together.
As Jorund pulled the frigate into it's final run he noticed the pirates beginning to flee, seeing the fear that he had pushed upon them through the actions of a damaged vessel. He watched and listened as he heard the fear in the pirates voices as they announced their surrend, the vessels that could still move had already begun to flee the area, and to the surprise of the crew that he had pushed towards action, Jorund showed mercy and allowed them to flee, turning his attention to the drifting vessels that had announced their surrender, showing them the same mercy as he took each into custody and returned with their vessels. The name Jorund would begin to spread from that moment, a story of a man whom stood against the odds and in the end show mercy towards those that would not have done the same to any being.
A new Cause
For five years he spent his life with the pirate hunters, showing that he was indeed deserving of the title that had been given to him, no, not given, the title that he had earned, the title that spread across the outer rim of a merciful warrior that would not sulley his name by chasing down those that would flee. He was an oddity in a galaxy that would see men tear apart those that they would capture, such a strang thing as a man that would show mercy to an enemy that would not do the same in turn, and yet Jorund still did. It was what his mother had taught him, and it was a lesson that he held close to his heart, to show that he was not willing to compromise this believes and life lessons merely because of the region of space he traveled in, no, this was not something that he would allow himself to do, for the moment that he ran down a fleeing foe would be the day that who he was would die.
In those years he showed great promise in this life, and yet at the same time he knew that with each passing day it did not hold the same promise as it had once before. There would always be pirates, there would always be those to steal from others, and to him, he knew that the only way to prevent this was to take action on a larger scale, and soon enough he would be drawn to those that had been wronged the most in the galaxy. They were not a single species, a single race, no they were a mixture of beings, of species and believes, all held together with the singular name, Mandalorian. It was this people that he was drawn to, this group that had gathered together and in the past carved out their own home in the galaxy, only to have it taken from them, their homes stripped from them, and the wrongs against them piled again and again. They rose and fell, and each time they were stolen from, each time their homes taken and for Jorund he could no longer watch a people suffering so continue to suffer at the hands of those that would call their government rightful and correct. The Repulic, the Sith Empire, neither of them deserved his honor and courage, no, it would be the Mandalorians that he would stand next to, and so at the end of his time with the pirate hunters he left, heading towards Mandalorian space.
When he first set foot on the soil of Mandalore he knew deep down that this was where he belonged, it was these people that he belonged with, and in his heart he could hear the encouragement of his father and mother pushing him towards this new family, one that he would give his life to see them rise in the galaxy once more. He joined the Mandalorian Navy, his experience and skill, his name that had crossed the galaxy pushing him into a role of command, and he accepted it, pushing those beneath him to great acts of courage, to show them what honor really meant, and each time they stepped into battle, he showed what it meant to carry the title that he had. He showed those that would hunt the enemy down that they were better than that, that they would strike an enemy and allow them to flee, to let them live another day and to show them mercy, to show them such mercy that it would act as their own weapon. Jorund would use mercy to cause fear in his enemy, to show shake them to their very base as to know that he would act better than they, that he would stand before an enemy and they would know that there stood a man whom would allow them to lick their wounds and flee. He would use this to raise the Mandalorians from the dirt that they had been pushed into once more at the hands of the Republic.
Raiding the Republic
It was Jorunds previous experience on a Republic vessel that saw him promotted and given a simple command, raid the republic. He was given a single ship, and with that vessel he was sent out to strike at the Republic. For Jorund he had become distant with the Republic, disconnected from a government that had continued to steal from those that had worked hard, and now as he found himself standing on the bridge of the Mandalorian vessel, looking out towards the Republic he knew that he picked the right side, knowing in his heart that his actions that would come would be proper and right. So with a simple nod he urged his vessel forward, crossing into the Republic, and soon a two year crusade against their shipping lanes began, one that in the end would see his name spread across the Republic, and he would once more met an old friend, one that he had not seen in years, though one that he would never forget.
Beyond his knowledge though, Jorund had no clue that his name had already begun to be whispered not only among the pirates, yet those in all walks of the Galaxy, from the simple child looking for a hero, to those of planetary defense vessels, they spoke of this warrior that would show mercy to all that he came across, and as he struck into the Republic, he proved that his name was well earned. His vessel pushed ship after ship out of the way as they came against the enemy, showing that he would not strike against those that he had crippled, leaving their vessels, and the crew with enough supplies to repair, only to leave with the spoils of the raids. He never once struck a poor Republic world, only striking at those worlds that he knew held more wealth and supplies, the ones where the people sat high and mighty in their gilded homes, leaving the hard working citizens to their tasks, and never once allowing a single man or woman under his command to pillage or take from the poor of the Republic. It was these people that he wanted on his side, those that in the worst case would be there and remember that he and those under his command spared them, showed them compassion and knew the work they put in. He wanted people in the Republic that he would be able to trust, and oh how he had people that would rather hide him than turn him over. Every raid, on every world where he struck and his crew left the less wealthy to their own devices caused his name to grow.
He became known as a Merciful warrior, one whom would not raise a single hand against the poor, nor allow a hand to be raised against them. Most of all though, it was the children that spread his name, whispering of Jorund in their classes and when they played and worked. It was the next generation of people that would remember him that continued to push his name across the galaxy, and it was exactly what he wanted, to let the Galaxy know that he would no longer allow these corrupt governments to raise their hands against the people whom would work hard for their lives and their families. Jorund could no longer stand by and allow those around him to be stolen from, and as he pushed through Republic space on the continued raid, heading home, he made sure that his name spread, that Jorund would no longer stand idle by, and that the Mandalorians would once more rise again.
And so it would come as they returned home that Jorund would run across Captain Arden, the very man that had taken him under his wing when he joined the Republic Navy, the second father figure that had taught him all he knew of command, and how to treat his crew properly, to turn them into a family. So there they faced one another, at the edge of Mandalorian and Republic space, the student Jorund and his mentor Captain Arden, the two men showing respect for one another as Jorund waited, he would not be the first to attack, and he merely ordered his vessel home, sending it on its way to cross the border. It would be then that Captain Arden fired upon the vessel, the two ships soon enough coming into a pitched battle, striking against each other, blow for blow as they matched equally in strength, and by the days end neither vessel had the upper hand. Then in the show of respect, one that could only come between these two men whom had known each other for so long, both Jorund and Captain Arden merely gave each other a salute, and sent their vessels home, showing that one could have respect for ones enemy, and this would not be the last time that Jorund and Arden would cross paths.
Securing their home
Jorund returned to the cheers and admiration of others as his battered vessel limped into the Concord Dawn shipyards, his crew having earned their rest, one that would see Jorund promotted and given the command to secure Mandalorian space, being told that pirates had begun to strike into their territories, and with Jorund having the most experience, it fell upon him to ensure that the homes of the Mandalorians would not be threatened by mere criminals that would never know the hard work that a soldier or factory worker would. With a new vessel and his crew rested, Jorund set out, patrolling the Mandalorian worlds and securing their borders from the very pirates that he had fought ages ago, striking against them each time, and showing that he would never once hunt them down, allowing them to flee when they began to, and while others would claim that Jorund was weak for showing such mercy, he knew that deep in the hearts of his enemy, not only did they have respect for them, he held their fear, fear for such a man whom would give mercy, fear as to what he would do should he decide that he would no longer be merciful, and it was this fear that nurtured his name and caused it to continue to grow.
With each passing day turning to weeks, then months and finally years, Jorund stood strongly at the command, pushing back any pirate that would dare strike against the Mandalorians, capturing vessels and crews, turning them to the side of the Mandalorians, and bolstering the Mandalorian fleet, adding to their force and not once chasing down a single enemy that had his mercy. He stood strong in his convictions, not allowing a single vessel he allowed to go free, to be fired upon or attacked. He spent years at his command, securing the Mandalorians worlds until an idea had come to him, one that he sought to bring to those of the Mandalorians that would listen, a means to begin to pit the Republic and the Sith against one another as he brought those pirate vessels he had captured together, the first part of his plan. In a few months time he had what he needed, vessels painted to resemble both the Republic and the Sith Empire, the plan now clear to those who looked upon the vessels, and soon Jorund set the plan into motion.
The beginning of doubt
Jorund in his time spent securing his new home had captured many pirate vessels, and now they would once more serve as they had before, though this time they would serve a far greater cause. Under his command he sent the pirate vessels into Sith space, sending them to strike against the Sith worlds, to use the vessels to give the appearance that piracy had begun to rise in Sith territory, though this was all a facade, a means to an end that would culminate in the future strikes against both the Republic and the Sith, all using captured pirate vessels, giving enough doubt that the people were rising against their own governments and pushing more people into the arms of the Mandalorians. His plan with the raids was simple and clear, to stretch thin the supply lines, to force both sides to exhaust their vessels and supplies fighting against pirates and dealing with raids, stopping each side from striking against each other and wasting the lives of the innocents of the galaxy.
This was how Jorund would fight, to weaken the enemy with attrition, force them into using their resources, and showing that no matter how much they pushed, they would always suffer for their actions. It was this plan that continued to evolve, to shift and change into what it would become, soon it would not only involve the Sith, no it would involve the Republic as well, and as the plan continued to prove useful, Jorund began to work on the next part of it. In the end he would use the pirates as a means to an end, to show that he would not tolerate those in the galaxy that would prey on the innocents that toiled all day, in this way, his plan had a double effect, not only did he use it to stretch thin the enemies supplies, he used it to force the enemy to root out pirates across the galaxy.
To sow doubt
It was the captured vessels that gave birth to his idea, one that would see doubt spread between those that threatened the Mandalorians the most, the Republic and the Sith. Jorund knew that the Mandalorian fleet could not fully stand against either, and to have any chance it was doubt that would need to be sown between the two, and so this is where the captured pirate vessels came into play, their hulls painted with the markings of each side, only to be sent by the command of Jorund into the territory of the other. The vessels raiding both sides, striking out and fleeing before caught, only leaving traces that they had been there, just enough of a trace though to make those on both sides think. Jorund watched as his plan was set into motion, watching as the vessels would return month after month with supplies, much needed if the Mandalorians would continue to rise, and be able to stand against those that would rather see them serving beneath the heel of a corrupt government.
Jorund remained steadfast in his command of his plan, watching as again and again the vessels struck and fled, struck and feinted away to open a real target, taking all that they could before fleeing, with each strike being on the border of Republic and Sith space, always ensuring that the emblems on the vessels were seen before they fled a system, and not once did he allow a single vessel to be lost. Jorund always stood by his crew, just as he knew that they would stand beside him, and in the end, when it came more difficult to continue the facade of the raids, he pulled the vessels back, returning the crews to their families and sending the ships away to be turned into proper Mandalorian warships. His crew having stood beside him the entire time, and soon he knew that he would be given a command which would see the Mandalorians preparing for a new push, one that would be followed by the mass of the Mandalorians, to prove that they would no longer be silent in the galaxy, that they would stand and shout out that they would not allow history to merely push them under the rug.
The lands once held
For Jorund the time had finally come, the time when the worlds and space once held by the Mandalorians would become the next target, the worlds that the Mandalorians had once stood proudly upon that now rest behind the curtain of corruption, and now came the day that he would strike against them. Taking a small force of Mandalorian vessels he pushed into Republic space, pushing towards the worlds that the Mandalorians had once taken ages ago when they began their conquest of space, and now it was time for Jorund to take his stand once more. His mercy showing and burning brightly as he pushed vessels after vessels to the side, leaving them to limp away and repair, only to face him once more again, knowing that the fear of his mercy filled them, knowing that Jorund would always show that very mercy, to show that he was not some monster that the Mandalorians had been made out to be, no, he was a man that would stand strong and show to the galaxy that the Mandalorians would no longer serve others, it was time for others to serve them.
His raids pushed deep into the former Mandalorian space, striking at worlds that had not seen a Mandalorian set foot upon them in hundreds of years, and an amazing thing happened with each world he struck, his force grew, with each world that had once been Mandalorian he found families, the distant descendants of those Mandalorians that had lived on the worlds before that rose up to join the new cause, new Mandalorian clans swelled his fleet with each successful raid, and as Jorund pushed deeper, he knew that the Republic would send his old mentor to strike against him, the man that years before he struck him into a stalemate, and now as Jorund was poised to push further, his mentor appeared at the head of a republic fleet, one sent to stop Jorund from pushing any further, though this was what Jorund had wanted, to once more face his old mentor.
It was a strange feeling that Jorund had as he stood on the bridge of his command vessel, seeing the large fleet sent against his ragtag group of vessels that had somehow managed to push so far into Republic space, and yet at the same time, this feeling only embolded him, pushed him to show that he would stand strong, and stand strong he did. He attacked with honor, he pushed his men forward as they struck againts the Republic fleet, pushing towards the enemy that had for so long kept them down in the dirt, that had saw their clans pulled apart and demanded so much to prevent the Mandalorians from rising again, and yet here Jorund stood with his fleet, showing that those demands would no longer be listened to. He struck again and again, pushing the enemy back, pushing into the enemy flanks and forcing them back upon themselves. Then just as he was poised to strike the finishing blow he ordered his vessels back, preventing them from the final strike, no that was not what he wanted.
Jorund watched as the Republic fleet remained dumbfounded, unable to understand why Jorund had not ordered their destruction, then it was the fear of his mercy that hit them, to know that Jorund could wipe them out, and yet he chose mercy instead. With a simple salute to his old mentor Captain Arden, Jorund ordered his fleet back, returning home as he left the Republic fleet to repair itself, allowing them to yet once more live to see the next day, and once more Jorund bolstered his title, he proved time and time again that he was Merciful, and that no matter the situation he would always show it, for that was what he had been taught by Sybilla, the loving mother that showed him that there was till goodness in the galaxy.
The inroads are paved
Jorund would return from the raids secure in the knowledge that he had in fact paved new inroads for the Mandalorians into the territories that they had once held, the very worlds that they had once reigned over, and now with these new lanes ready to be the very instrument for which the Mandalorians could strike out against the galaxy, Jorund was returned to Mandalore, his crew allowed time to rest as he took the time to continue with his own plans, now supporting a hefty promotion upon his shoulders as he then realized that what the Mandalorians needed was a larger fleet. He was one of the few whom knew that without such a tool, such a striking instrument the Mandalorians would be unable to strike out and return to reign those worlds they had once held before.
For now though he rested, his new routes into the old territories already being used to continue the fight, to gather and take supplies that would be used to bolster the Mandalorian cause. It was these new inroads that would see him continue to rise, to rise higher than he had before and to stand at the peak to shout and show that the Mandalorians would always be there in the galaxy. His raids and new inroads proved that to worlds that had not seen the Mandalorians in many hundreds of years, they were returning, and now no world would be safe from their strength.
A shouting voice
Over the many years in his service to the Mandalorian cause, Jorund had seen first hand the sad state that their fleet was in, knowing that this was to be their true power in space, knowing that without a strong fleet they would never be able to stand for long against the Republic and the Sith and so he did what anyone in his position would do, he shouted and continued to shout until someone listened. He began a long two year crusade, an advocation to expand the Mandalorian fleet, to bolster its strength with fighters and capital vessels in order to ensure that the Mandalorians could strike out against their foes, to reclaim the territory that had been stolen from them, to allow the clans to return to those worlds that they once called home. It was the fleet that they would need, and Jorund would not let anyone forget it for a moment, he would remain as he always had, a stoic bulwark that would continue to shout.
And shout he did, for two long years he continued until finally someone listened, until finally he was able to lay out his plan on the expansion of the Mandalorian fleet, though he knew that it would not be done immediately, he still had the ears of those that would listen, of those that would allow him the ability to get it done, and in this he saw a victory. Jorund knew that he needed to keep their ears, to show to them not only in thought and design, that it was needed, to show and prove to them that it could be done, and this is exactly what he did, and now as he stood as a shining beacon to push the Mandalorians forward, he showed that his plan would work, and what better way than to use his own vessels, his very fleet to prove that it could be done, that it had to be done, that his plan would be carried out and not only work, it would make the Mandalorians all the stronger.
Reforming the Fleet
It was his own vessels that he used to prove his concept, to show that it would work and oh how it did. Every vessels in his fleet was looked over, repaired, fixed, overhauled and in the end new formations were made, showing that not only was the plan easy to enact it would work. It took years for it to become completed, though it was years well worth spent, as his fleet became the new gleaming example of how the Mandalorians would once more take the worlds that had been stolen from them. Jorund watched as his fleet came together, their formation bring life to his plan, and as he stood there showing the pride he had in his crews, he knew that he would lead them into battle, he knew that he would be the tip of the spear that would push the Mandalorians through the galaxy and return them to a position of power, to once more raise them from the ashes like a mighty phoenix and rise over those that had pushed them beneath their heels and stole their very essence.
Jorund "The Merciful," the Rear Admiral of the Mandalorians
And so the day came in which he was promotted, Jorund no longer a simple adovcate, a simple commander, now he held the ears of those that he would need, and those ears saw to it that he was raised in rank, pushed into the upper echelon to ensure that the Mandalorians would once more rise. Now he stood there as a Rear Admiral, watching over the shipyards that the Mandalorians held, and it would be in those very shipyards that Jorund would see the Mandalorian fleet rise once more, expanding it, and showing that they would no longer be a mere side note to the military and special forces, no, the Mandalorian navy would rise up from the ashes, spread its wings and prove to the galaxy once more that they are the spear head of the Mandalorians, and that no matter the odds they would strike against the enemy and pierce through their hearts, and all this would be done under the watchful eye of Jorund the Merciful, the man whom began the charge to expand the Mandalorian fleet, the man that would stand side by side with those that he now called family.
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There he stood, silent and still, watching as the vessel before his eyes burned and yet while most would give the command, he did not, no, Jorund would not give that command. His crew knew this by now, and as they watched, he gave the order, the only one that he would give in this time, as the day came to a close.
"Give them mercy."
A simple command, one that he always gave, and as his crew nodded his vessel broke off the assault, leaving the other to remain burning, to allow the crew the chance to repair their system, to flee as he turned his attention back towards the other vessels that still possed a threat, and yet they appeared too afraid to make their move as Jorund watched in silence. He watched as the vessels moved pass his own to aid their fallen commrade.
Jorund allowed it, allowed their vessels to pass his in peace and tend to their own damaged one, to see to the crews as he merely nodded to his own crew. They had enough fighting today, and they knew too well that too much fighting would invade their body, it would infect them, and Jorund would not allow such a thing to happen to his crew.
A smiple motion of his hand was all that was needed for his crew to punch in the coordinates before their ship jumped to hyperspace, returning home and leaving their enemy with mercy and the fear of the possibility that they would not recieve the same treatment a second time.
