Post by leonlee on Oct 17, 2015 13:57:47 GMT -5
Name: Cabur Itera
Race: Human
Age: 18
Birthplace: Keldabe City, Mandalore
Allegiance: The Mandalorians
Status: Clan Itera
Rank: Warrior (Mercenary by trade)
Height/Weight: 6ft/215lbs
Appearance: Cabur is of average height for a Mandalorian, with the a medium muscular build, his body is marred by scars from the training he received throughout his earlier years much like other Mandalorians. The face under his helmet is sharp and chiselled with a long scar along his right cheek. His black hair is cropped to a short screw cut close to his head. His eyes are dark blue and would be considered attractive if he didn't have a semi-permanent scowl on his face, a trait he inherited from his father. Hands are large and have noticeably long fingers, often joking that they are from gripping Blasters far too large for him in his childhood.
Personality: Cabur is serious and mature for a younger Mandalorian, his face is almost constantly contorted into a scowl despite him never actually being angry. He is honest and honourable, willing to go the extra mile for his family and clan at his own expense. When he speaks he is often blunt and honest to the point of offending others despite not meaning to. He is kind, though not to the point of picking something up when anyone could easily reach it. He will help those he feels really need his help however, more often than not this attitude makes him seem unapproachable and even hostile despite this not being entirely true. Cadur respects the elder Mandolorian warriors greatly; he often enjoys listening to stories of past battles from his clan elders. The young man is also indiscriminate, believing all are equal regardless of race, species or gender unless they have earned a position through their own power and not through connections or bribery.
Despite his serious nature, Cabur is at times over zealous, often performing life threatening and reckless move in order to complete his mission. He has a natural distrust of Sith as does every member of the Itera Clan, which was famous for their part in a rebellion against Mandalore the Vindicated for his cooperation with the Sith along with clan Ordo and Kelborn. Despite this, he tolerates the current Mandalore's alliance due to the extenuating circumstances of his people. While he has real no hate for the republic, he resents them for the oppression of the Mandalorians. He had made a vow to restore the people of Mandalore to their former glory under the leadership of their new Mand'alor.
This respectful yet reckless nature has led many of his superiors to be wary due to him being a "Wildcard" often completing the mission through the most unpredictable and reckless ways. Some have viewed this positively, others outright despite him for this. Regardless, his skill and loyalty has managed to earn the rank Alor'uus. Despite his unusual methods, Cabur will always remain loyal to his clan first and the Mand'alor second. Meaning he would sooner betray the Mand’alor than his clan, often raising suspicion among the other clans. His favorite dish is Tiingilar, a spicy Mandalorian casserole.
Ships/Vehicles: Cabur inherited his father's modified Davaab-type Starfighter in which the gunner's seat is removed and replaced by an droid port in which his Kaa'tar support droid with a starfighter package to perform in-flight repairs, maintenance and calculation. Otherwise the ship is identical to a normal Davaab fighter. Speaking of his droid, its number is K4-T3 Starfighter/ medical support variant which he named Gaa'tayl. The droid has one large radar eye along with multiple tools for starship maintenance and repair, Gaa'tayl has a cautious personality. It often tries and fails to convince Cabur not to make brash and dangerous decisions both in flight and on the ground. It has been modified to carry out simple medical procedures applying Volto it carries with canisters on blaster wounds or sealing cuts in case of an emergency. As a means of defence it holds a small Blaster within its head, while not powerful it does have a stun setting capable of stunning targets for a brief time.
Equipment:
orig03.deviantart.net/ae9a/f/2015/290/8/0/random_mandalorian_3_by_m1leo-d9df6ch.jpg
1. Beskar'gam of 50% Beskar 5% Cirilium with Durasteel and carbon lamination, the armour is strong enough to be completely impervious to small arms on the plates but still penetrable on the thinner sections. The plating is also resilient against lightsaber attacks but can be cut through if slashed multiple times on the same region due to it being composed of only 50% Beskar rather than pure Beskar. His shoulder plates are quite a bit larger and thicker than the rest of his armor; the plating is also dark blue unlike the rest of his armour. This is actually pieces of his late father's Beskar'gam, worn to by his son to honour him. The plates act as a shield against blaster fire as well; Cabur uses the plate as a gunner's shield by angling his body and crossing his blaster pistol on one side or the other over his chest thus better protecting his head. His armor also has a Gorget collar made from Beskar to protect him against beheading by a lightsaber.
2. On his helmet is an attached rangefinder that can track up to thirty targets simultaneously mounted on the right side. The rangefinder also acts as a target designator to his utility droid, using it to call instruct his drop to strafe targets with his fighter for support against large targets or in emergency evacuations however his signal range is limited. The helmet is capable of having the cranial piece up to the jaw-brace lifted to expose his face without actually taking off the helmet due to a pair of joints at the ear sections to make eating and drinking easier.
3.Thigh holsters hold his modified twin Z-10 Heavy Blaster Pistols with flashlight attachments under the barrel each with a 50 shot charge powerpack on high output and 100 shot on medium output, the blasters have no low or stun settings.
4.Inside his left forearm armour piece is a grapple that fire a magnetic and hooked grapple attached to a durasteel and carbon weave cable, which slightly resistant to small arms the cable can still be easily cut by a lightsaber. His other forearm piece holds a folded short sword used in conjunction with his Jakelian fighting style.
5. In addition to all this, Cabur carries three A-Class Thermal Detonators as well as three G-20 Glop Grenades that release immobilizing foam that would be used to capture targets.
Stats:
Strength-Above Average
Agility-Above Average
Intelligence-Average
Charisma-Below average
Combat training:
Blaster Marksmanship- Master
Jakelian (hand to hand/ blade)- Expert
Jakelian combat stances: Broken Skulls, Crimson Pool, Black Divide, Whirlwind, Incisor, Vornsknyr’s Jaw, Rain of Stone
Other Training:
Starship maintence and repair- Apprentice
Starfighter piloting: Adept
Weapon assembly and maintenance: Expert
Biography:
A New Member of Clan Itera
The door to a simple Mandalorian home of durasteel hissed open, the heavy thuds from the armoured boots of Beskar'gam echoed throughout the small home as two bulkily armoured figures entered the home. One was heavily a heavily built man, the white and blue plates of his armour missing small flecks of paint and bearing a numerous scorches from his line of work. This was Ruusaan Itera, a starship engineer of the Clan Itera. His helmeted head turn to the side, his gaze staring lovingly at his wife and the bundle of light fabric cradled in her arms that bore their legacy. The woman beside him bore armour far more intricate than that of her husband, jet black plates with dull green markings as a show of duty and justice bore indents and scorches littered from her helmet to boots marked her as a warrior. The battle scars embezzled on her armour identifying her as a seasoned warrior. This was Izara Itera, a ranking Ruus'alor in the military and a bounty hunter by trade.
"Buir, buir!" A pair of high pitched voices greeted, the patter of small feet rushing to their parents.
Both girls, the new child's elder sisters rushed to their mother's side. The elder being aged eight and the younger six, both looked nothing like their parents, being adopted into the family rather than born into it. They were still loved like their own flesh and blood however, having a new brother actually related to their parents would never change that.
"Ade ibic cuyir gar evaar'la vod, his gai cuyir Cabur." The mother said, pulling away the fabric to reveal the sleeping infant. (Daughters this is your new brother Cabur.)
Coming of age
Ruusaan Itera gazed proudly at his three children, though two could hardly be called children anymore. His eldest child was already hitting twenty years old, growing to be a spitting image of her mother even becoming a full blooded Verd. His second daughter mirrored himself well, a sixteen year old that loved all thing mechanical from blasters to ships. She had no interest in advancing her rank in the clan, content at staying as a Verd'ika.
Due to his mother's profession as a bounty hunter often being away on lengthy hunts, the family saw very little of her. With their eldest daughter already entering adulthood and Ruusan being unable to take care of both children, their only choice was to send their son to Izara's father. The man was a retired bounty hunter famed for his achievements in life, it would do Cabur well to live and learn to live by the Resol'nare and teach the boy of the harsh universe they resided in.
His son however was very much his own person, loving all forms of weapons and ships. His true talent however lay with his marksmanship, reminding Ruusaan of his own father. The thirteen year old boy normally trained with his grandfather deep in the forest to the north of Kedabe, now however he had come home to see his sisters after nearly three years of separation.
Due to being trained and raised by a rather old fashioned former mecenary, Cabur was acting far too old for his own good. This didn't help him get along with the other children, the play-battles often ended in disaster due to him taking things too seriously. At one point injuring some other children, this made him shy away from contact with those his age.
Soon the boy would take his Verd'goten and become a fully blooded warrior and earn the right to wear a Beskar'gam with his own colours.
Death of a mechanic, Birth of a warrior
Numerous figures surrounded over a burning pyre, none cried for their callen clan member... that would dishonour his memory. Their shadows danced behind the crowd of armoured individuals as the flames of the funeral pyre cremated their fallen clan member, Ruusaan Itera. All of the Mandalorians had their heads held low in respect and prayer as Ruusan's soul joined the Manda in death, becoming something greater than the individual Mandalorian. Ruusaan answered the call to arms as a starfighter pilot during the campaign to retake Ordo, one of the few casualties of the campaign.
Cabur stood a good head over his sisters and mother, his tall form illuminated by the flames. His armour was now painted dark grey, newly added red markings in order to honour his late father. A fully blooded, newly promoted, loyal and skilled yet still inexperienced Alor'uus, the young Mandalorian leaned down to pick out a piece of his father's armour that was laid before the funeral pyre. Cabur looked down at the enlarged shoulder plate that served as his father's shield in his gauntleted hands. Slowly, the young warrior unclipped his left shoulder plate, placing his father's dark blue plate its place.
This was the first time in two years that Cabur could come back to Mandalore, he had been busy since taking his Verd'goten and becoming a full blooded warrior. Following in his grandfather and mother's footsteps and a mercenary took his far into the reaches of the galaxy, he rushed back upon hearing of his father's death. While not close to either of his parents, he did share hid old man's interest in weapon technology, a skill he was thought the few times he had visited over the years.
"Buir suvarir ibic, Ni Kelir cabuor cuun clan o'r gar taap. Ni Kelir yaimpar cuun adate chur te evaar'la mand'alor." (Father understand this, I will protect our clan in your place. I will restore our people under the new Mandalore) Cabur vowed, his thin Y-shaped visor reflecting the dancing flames.
Roleplay sample:
Cabur angled his body to his right, his right pistol to his eye level while his left pistol was crossed over his chest. It was all over in the span on two seconds as each of his blasters discharged twice, blue bolts of energy impacting one pirate getting hit in the side temple, two were hit in the forehead while the last got a bolt right in his left eye. Nobody had seen the Mandalorian coming until it was too late, He had come during a violent rainstorm. His Davaab-class starfighter's engines masked by the heavy patter of rain and the deafening thunder as he flipped his craft upside down and opened the canopy.
Raising his left gauntlet, Cabur's grappler fired a magnetic clamp at the pirate's ship as it landed on their Felucian outpost. The Pirates had managed to make off with a shipment of Beskar, a material to be owned exclusively by his people. His armoured boots slammed against the hull of the landed pirate craft as its cargo hatch hissed open, four Pirates exited the craft, pushing large crates of Beskar out of the cargo hold.
The pirates were what one would expect of outer rim thugs, wearing combination casual clothing and mismatched pieces of armour no doubt salvaged from the victim of their attacks. The criminals laughed, joking among their little group of scoundrels. That was to be the last thing they would ever do as they heard the distinctly sound of armoured boots hitting the rain-soaked ground behind them with a splash.
" Jate ge'catr." (good evening) The armoured Mandalorian greeted, drawing his twin Z-10 blaster pistols from their holsters from his thigh.
With his grisly task completed, the young man lowered his blasters, steam rising from the barrels as rainwater struck the blaster’s cooling shroud. Twirling the pistols in his hands, Cabur slid his weapons into their holsters with a soft click as he pulled the crates of Beskar into the pirate’s ship.
The familiar whirring of his Davaab’s engines drew his attention upwards, watching as his bronze-coloured craft made a landing on the platform. Above the cockpit, a single blue telescopic eye mounted on a disc-like head turned to him. His modified utility droid T3-S4 took the place of his ship’s gunner and co-pilot position. The droid let loose a series of low pitched beeps and whirs, as its customized docking clamp opened and deployed a small ramp allowing for the little black droid to roll down to its owner’s side.
“Jate bora Gaa'tayl, Ni'll linibar gar at hiibir te chak'pirun.” (Good work Gaa'tayl, I’ll need you to take the pirate ship.) Cabur complemented, the droid letting a loose a happy beep before rolling into the cargo bay of the pirate ship.
Later
The flight back remained uneventful, with Cabur flying escort for Gaa'tayl in his Davaab as they made a jump back to friendly space. Depending if one considered the Sith and criminals “friendly” was up to ones perspective. For now however the planet of Phindar remained a valuable strategic point for the Sith-Mandalorian alliance as a Starport.
Cabur's jumped out of his starfighter's cockpit, his heavy boots hitting the landing pad with a heavy thud. The tropical climate of the planet not bothering in the least thanks in part to his Beskar'gam protecting him from the heat and humidity of the rainforest. Transferring payment for the fuel of both his fighter and the pirate ship to the station manager, the armoured Mandalorian went on his way.
Cabur stepped into the local diner...more of a pub really, his armour gaining attention from the various criminals and mercenaries around him. He ignored them, instead taking a seat at the counter. A Twi'lek barmaid approached him, acting indifferent despite the stares the stranger-and by extension herself were receiving from the occupants of the diner.
"What can I get you Mando?" She asked, slightly unnerved by the seemingly perpetually angry glare the young man's Y-shaped visor gave her.
"I'll have a mug of Ne'tra Gal and some Tiingilar if you serve those." He answered, shocking the barmaid with his rather deep yet youthful voice.
"Sure we do, looking for a taste of home Mando?" The Twi'lek smiled, receiving a nod and a brief huff of a laugh from the younger man.
"You could say that, I've been away from Mandalore for awhile." Cabur explained, before his was forced to turn his attention to a burly Feeorin that had yanked him backwards by his shoulder.
"You know Mando, your armour goes for quite a bit on the black market. Bein' impervious to blaster and lightsabers an' all, so how about you heavy your stuff here and we'll take good care-" The thug tried to threaten, only for Cabur to spin around on the chair and deliver a powerful kick to the squid-like humanoid's midsection.
"You'll pay for that!" The thug swore, recovering from the kick and charging at Cabur from a across the pub.
The young Mandalorian didn't answer, instead calmly rising from his seat and placing both boots on the ground and bending his knees to stabilise himself. As the Feeorin lumbered towards the Mandalorian, he struck outwards. Cabur's palm found the criminal's oesophagus, knocking him head over heels to the ground.
Cabur's hand followed the Feeorin's throat down, his body following the momentum of his target down. The short durasteel sword flipped out from under his forearm like a massive switchblade. He formed a fist, bringing the sword down in a stab that mimicked a punching motion. The blade plunged into his chest, sticky green ichor running down the length of his weapon.
With the conclusion of the fight ending in the young Mandalorian's win, the other pirates, mercenaries and smugglers suddenly found him far less interesting. Calmly he wiped the blood off his equipment before retracting the blade into his forearm guard and taking his seat at the counter once more.
"At least you managed not to destroy half the bar like the last little scuffle was had in here." The barmaid chuckled, setting his order of food and beverage in front of him.
"Just wanted to make a point, not destroy your livelihood." He answered, plcaing both hands to his helmet and separating the face and cranial section from his jaw brace with a sharp hiss.
"Good to know some young mercenaries still have standards in this day and age." The Twi'lek sighed, pulling out a rag to wipe the glasses at the counter.
Cabur didn't see fit to answer her, he simply tucked into his spicy dish. Refusing to comment on the current state of the galaxy and what used to be the profession in which his people partook in.
Race: Human
Age: 18
Birthplace: Keldabe City, Mandalore
Allegiance: The Mandalorians
Status: Clan Itera
Rank: Warrior (Mercenary by trade)
Height/Weight: 6ft/215lbs
Appearance: Cabur is of average height for a Mandalorian, with the a medium muscular build, his body is marred by scars from the training he received throughout his earlier years much like other Mandalorians. The face under his helmet is sharp and chiselled with a long scar along his right cheek. His black hair is cropped to a short screw cut close to his head. His eyes are dark blue and would be considered attractive if he didn't have a semi-permanent scowl on his face, a trait he inherited from his father. Hands are large and have noticeably long fingers, often joking that they are from gripping Blasters far too large for him in his childhood.
Personality: Cabur is serious and mature for a younger Mandalorian, his face is almost constantly contorted into a scowl despite him never actually being angry. He is honest and honourable, willing to go the extra mile for his family and clan at his own expense. When he speaks he is often blunt and honest to the point of offending others despite not meaning to. He is kind, though not to the point of picking something up when anyone could easily reach it. He will help those he feels really need his help however, more often than not this attitude makes him seem unapproachable and even hostile despite this not being entirely true. Cadur respects the elder Mandolorian warriors greatly; he often enjoys listening to stories of past battles from his clan elders. The young man is also indiscriminate, believing all are equal regardless of race, species or gender unless they have earned a position through their own power and not through connections or bribery.
Despite his serious nature, Cabur is at times over zealous, often performing life threatening and reckless move in order to complete his mission. He has a natural distrust of Sith as does every member of the Itera Clan, which was famous for their part in a rebellion against Mandalore the Vindicated for his cooperation with the Sith along with clan Ordo and Kelborn. Despite this, he tolerates the current Mandalore's alliance due to the extenuating circumstances of his people. While he has real no hate for the republic, he resents them for the oppression of the Mandalorians. He had made a vow to restore the people of Mandalore to their former glory under the leadership of their new Mand'alor.
This respectful yet reckless nature has led many of his superiors to be wary due to him being a "Wildcard" often completing the mission through the most unpredictable and reckless ways. Some have viewed this positively, others outright despite him for this. Regardless, his skill and loyalty has managed to earn the rank Alor'uus. Despite his unusual methods, Cabur will always remain loyal to his clan first and the Mand'alor second. Meaning he would sooner betray the Mand’alor than his clan, often raising suspicion among the other clans. His favorite dish is Tiingilar, a spicy Mandalorian casserole.
Ships/Vehicles: Cabur inherited his father's modified Davaab-type Starfighter in which the gunner's seat is removed and replaced by an droid port in which his Kaa'tar support droid with a starfighter package to perform in-flight repairs, maintenance and calculation. Otherwise the ship is identical to a normal Davaab fighter. Speaking of his droid, its number is K4-T3 Starfighter/ medical support variant which he named Gaa'tayl. The droid has one large radar eye along with multiple tools for starship maintenance and repair, Gaa'tayl has a cautious personality. It often tries and fails to convince Cabur not to make brash and dangerous decisions both in flight and on the ground. It has been modified to carry out simple medical procedures applying Volto it carries with canisters on blaster wounds or sealing cuts in case of an emergency. As a means of defence it holds a small Blaster within its head, while not powerful it does have a stun setting capable of stunning targets for a brief time.
Equipment:
orig03.deviantart.net/ae9a/f/2015/290/8/0/random_mandalorian_3_by_m1leo-d9df6ch.jpg
1. Beskar'gam of 50% Beskar 5% Cirilium with Durasteel and carbon lamination, the armour is strong enough to be completely impervious to small arms on the plates but still penetrable on the thinner sections. The plating is also resilient against lightsaber attacks but can be cut through if slashed multiple times on the same region due to it being composed of only 50% Beskar rather than pure Beskar. His shoulder plates are quite a bit larger and thicker than the rest of his armor; the plating is also dark blue unlike the rest of his armour. This is actually pieces of his late father's Beskar'gam, worn to by his son to honour him. The plates act as a shield against blaster fire as well; Cabur uses the plate as a gunner's shield by angling his body and crossing his blaster pistol on one side or the other over his chest thus better protecting his head. His armor also has a Gorget collar made from Beskar to protect him against beheading by a lightsaber.
2. On his helmet is an attached rangefinder that can track up to thirty targets simultaneously mounted on the right side. The rangefinder also acts as a target designator to his utility droid, using it to call instruct his drop to strafe targets with his fighter for support against large targets or in emergency evacuations however his signal range is limited. The helmet is capable of having the cranial piece up to the jaw-brace lifted to expose his face without actually taking off the helmet due to a pair of joints at the ear sections to make eating and drinking easier.
3.Thigh holsters hold his modified twin Z-10 Heavy Blaster Pistols with flashlight attachments under the barrel each with a 50 shot charge powerpack on high output and 100 shot on medium output, the blasters have no low or stun settings.
4.Inside his left forearm armour piece is a grapple that fire a magnetic and hooked grapple attached to a durasteel and carbon weave cable, which slightly resistant to small arms the cable can still be easily cut by a lightsaber. His other forearm piece holds a folded short sword used in conjunction with his Jakelian fighting style.
5. In addition to all this, Cabur carries three A-Class Thermal Detonators as well as three G-20 Glop Grenades that release immobilizing foam that would be used to capture targets.
Stats:
Strength-Above Average
Agility-Above Average
Intelligence-Average
Charisma-Below average
Combat training:
Blaster Marksmanship- Master
Jakelian (hand to hand/ blade)- Expert
Jakelian combat stances: Broken Skulls, Crimson Pool, Black Divide, Whirlwind, Incisor, Vornsknyr’s Jaw, Rain of Stone
Other Training:
Starship maintence and repair- Apprentice
Starfighter piloting: Adept
Weapon assembly and maintenance: Expert
Biography:
A New Member of Clan Itera
The door to a simple Mandalorian home of durasteel hissed open, the heavy thuds from the armoured boots of Beskar'gam echoed throughout the small home as two bulkily armoured figures entered the home. One was heavily a heavily built man, the white and blue plates of his armour missing small flecks of paint and bearing a numerous scorches from his line of work. This was Ruusaan Itera, a starship engineer of the Clan Itera. His helmeted head turn to the side, his gaze staring lovingly at his wife and the bundle of light fabric cradled in her arms that bore their legacy. The woman beside him bore armour far more intricate than that of her husband, jet black plates with dull green markings as a show of duty and justice bore indents and scorches littered from her helmet to boots marked her as a warrior. The battle scars embezzled on her armour identifying her as a seasoned warrior. This was Izara Itera, a ranking Ruus'alor in the military and a bounty hunter by trade.
"Buir, buir!" A pair of high pitched voices greeted, the patter of small feet rushing to their parents.
Both girls, the new child's elder sisters rushed to their mother's side. The elder being aged eight and the younger six, both looked nothing like their parents, being adopted into the family rather than born into it. They were still loved like their own flesh and blood however, having a new brother actually related to their parents would never change that.
"Ade ibic cuyir gar evaar'la vod, his gai cuyir Cabur." The mother said, pulling away the fabric to reveal the sleeping infant. (Daughters this is your new brother Cabur.)
Coming of age
Ruusaan Itera gazed proudly at his three children, though two could hardly be called children anymore. His eldest child was already hitting twenty years old, growing to be a spitting image of her mother even becoming a full blooded Verd. His second daughter mirrored himself well, a sixteen year old that loved all thing mechanical from blasters to ships. She had no interest in advancing her rank in the clan, content at staying as a Verd'ika.
Due to his mother's profession as a bounty hunter often being away on lengthy hunts, the family saw very little of her. With their eldest daughter already entering adulthood and Ruusan being unable to take care of both children, their only choice was to send their son to Izara's father. The man was a retired bounty hunter famed for his achievements in life, it would do Cabur well to live and learn to live by the Resol'nare and teach the boy of the harsh universe they resided in.
His son however was very much his own person, loving all forms of weapons and ships. His true talent however lay with his marksmanship, reminding Ruusaan of his own father. The thirteen year old boy normally trained with his grandfather deep in the forest to the north of Kedabe, now however he had come home to see his sisters after nearly three years of separation.
Due to being trained and raised by a rather old fashioned former mecenary, Cabur was acting far too old for his own good. This didn't help him get along with the other children, the play-battles often ended in disaster due to him taking things too seriously. At one point injuring some other children, this made him shy away from contact with those his age.
Soon the boy would take his Verd'goten and become a fully blooded warrior and earn the right to wear a Beskar'gam with his own colours.
Death of a mechanic, Birth of a warrior
Numerous figures surrounded over a burning pyre, none cried for their callen clan member... that would dishonour his memory. Their shadows danced behind the crowd of armoured individuals as the flames of the funeral pyre cremated their fallen clan member, Ruusaan Itera. All of the Mandalorians had their heads held low in respect and prayer as Ruusan's soul joined the Manda in death, becoming something greater than the individual Mandalorian. Ruusaan answered the call to arms as a starfighter pilot during the campaign to retake Ordo, one of the few casualties of the campaign.
Cabur stood a good head over his sisters and mother, his tall form illuminated by the flames. His armour was now painted dark grey, newly added red markings in order to honour his late father. A fully blooded, newly promoted, loyal and skilled yet still inexperienced Alor'uus, the young Mandalorian leaned down to pick out a piece of his father's armour that was laid before the funeral pyre. Cabur looked down at the enlarged shoulder plate that served as his father's shield in his gauntleted hands. Slowly, the young warrior unclipped his left shoulder plate, placing his father's dark blue plate its place.
This was the first time in two years that Cabur could come back to Mandalore, he had been busy since taking his Verd'goten and becoming a full blooded warrior. Following in his grandfather and mother's footsteps and a mercenary took his far into the reaches of the galaxy, he rushed back upon hearing of his father's death. While not close to either of his parents, he did share hid old man's interest in weapon technology, a skill he was thought the few times he had visited over the years.
"Buir suvarir ibic, Ni Kelir cabuor cuun clan o'r gar taap. Ni Kelir yaimpar cuun adate chur te evaar'la mand'alor." (Father understand this, I will protect our clan in your place. I will restore our people under the new Mandalore) Cabur vowed, his thin Y-shaped visor reflecting the dancing flames.
Roleplay sample:
Cabur angled his body to his right, his right pistol to his eye level while his left pistol was crossed over his chest. It was all over in the span on two seconds as each of his blasters discharged twice, blue bolts of energy impacting one pirate getting hit in the side temple, two were hit in the forehead while the last got a bolt right in his left eye. Nobody had seen the Mandalorian coming until it was too late, He had come during a violent rainstorm. His Davaab-class starfighter's engines masked by the heavy patter of rain and the deafening thunder as he flipped his craft upside down and opened the canopy.
Raising his left gauntlet, Cabur's grappler fired a magnetic clamp at the pirate's ship as it landed on their Felucian outpost. The Pirates had managed to make off with a shipment of Beskar, a material to be owned exclusively by his people. His armoured boots slammed against the hull of the landed pirate craft as its cargo hatch hissed open, four Pirates exited the craft, pushing large crates of Beskar out of the cargo hold.
The pirates were what one would expect of outer rim thugs, wearing combination casual clothing and mismatched pieces of armour no doubt salvaged from the victim of their attacks. The criminals laughed, joking among their little group of scoundrels. That was to be the last thing they would ever do as they heard the distinctly sound of armoured boots hitting the rain-soaked ground behind them with a splash.
" Jate ge'catr." (good evening) The armoured Mandalorian greeted, drawing his twin Z-10 blaster pistols from their holsters from his thigh.
With his grisly task completed, the young man lowered his blasters, steam rising from the barrels as rainwater struck the blaster’s cooling shroud. Twirling the pistols in his hands, Cabur slid his weapons into their holsters with a soft click as he pulled the crates of Beskar into the pirate’s ship.
The familiar whirring of his Davaab’s engines drew his attention upwards, watching as his bronze-coloured craft made a landing on the platform. Above the cockpit, a single blue telescopic eye mounted on a disc-like head turned to him. His modified utility droid T3-S4 took the place of his ship’s gunner and co-pilot position. The droid let loose a series of low pitched beeps and whirs, as its customized docking clamp opened and deployed a small ramp allowing for the little black droid to roll down to its owner’s side.
“Jate bora Gaa'tayl, Ni'll linibar gar at hiibir te chak'pirun.” (Good work Gaa'tayl, I’ll need you to take the pirate ship.) Cabur complemented, the droid letting a loose a happy beep before rolling into the cargo bay of the pirate ship.
Later
The flight back remained uneventful, with Cabur flying escort for Gaa'tayl in his Davaab as they made a jump back to friendly space. Depending if one considered the Sith and criminals “friendly” was up to ones perspective. For now however the planet of Phindar remained a valuable strategic point for the Sith-Mandalorian alliance as a Starport.
Cabur's jumped out of his starfighter's cockpit, his heavy boots hitting the landing pad with a heavy thud. The tropical climate of the planet not bothering in the least thanks in part to his Beskar'gam protecting him from the heat and humidity of the rainforest. Transferring payment for the fuel of both his fighter and the pirate ship to the station manager, the armoured Mandalorian went on his way.
Cabur stepped into the local diner...more of a pub really, his armour gaining attention from the various criminals and mercenaries around him. He ignored them, instead taking a seat at the counter. A Twi'lek barmaid approached him, acting indifferent despite the stares the stranger-and by extension herself were receiving from the occupants of the diner.
"What can I get you Mando?" She asked, slightly unnerved by the seemingly perpetually angry glare the young man's Y-shaped visor gave her.
"I'll have a mug of Ne'tra Gal and some Tiingilar if you serve those." He answered, shocking the barmaid with his rather deep yet youthful voice.
"Sure we do, looking for a taste of home Mando?" The Twi'lek smiled, receiving a nod and a brief huff of a laugh from the younger man.
"You could say that, I've been away from Mandalore for awhile." Cabur explained, before his was forced to turn his attention to a burly Feeorin that had yanked him backwards by his shoulder.
"You know Mando, your armour goes for quite a bit on the black market. Bein' impervious to blaster and lightsabers an' all, so how about you heavy your stuff here and we'll take good care-" The thug tried to threaten, only for Cabur to spin around on the chair and deliver a powerful kick to the squid-like humanoid's midsection.
"You'll pay for that!" The thug swore, recovering from the kick and charging at Cabur from a across the pub.
The young Mandalorian didn't answer, instead calmly rising from his seat and placing both boots on the ground and bending his knees to stabilise himself. As the Feeorin lumbered towards the Mandalorian, he struck outwards. Cabur's palm found the criminal's oesophagus, knocking him head over heels to the ground.
Cabur's hand followed the Feeorin's throat down, his body following the momentum of his target down. The short durasteel sword flipped out from under his forearm like a massive switchblade. He formed a fist, bringing the sword down in a stab that mimicked a punching motion. The blade plunged into his chest, sticky green ichor running down the length of his weapon.
With the conclusion of the fight ending in the young Mandalorian's win, the other pirates, mercenaries and smugglers suddenly found him far less interesting. Calmly he wiped the blood off his equipment before retracting the blade into his forearm guard and taking his seat at the counter once more.
"At least you managed not to destroy half the bar like the last little scuffle was had in here." The barmaid chuckled, setting his order of food and beverage in front of him.
"Just wanted to make a point, not destroy your livelihood." He answered, plcaing both hands to his helmet and separating the face and cranial section from his jaw brace with a sharp hiss.
"Good to know some young mercenaries still have standards in this day and age." The Twi'lek sighed, pulling out a rag to wipe the glasses at the counter.
Cabur didn't see fit to answer her, he simply tucked into his spicy dish. Refusing to comment on the current state of the galaxy and what used to be the profession in which his people partook in.
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