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(OOC: after Arrival)

The sun was still low in the sky on Shogun. A layer of morning fog still blanketed much of the land. Zarene Yin sat on a small boulder outside the makeshift camp, munching on a piece of muja fruit. She wore a suit of Mandalorian scout armor, dark green with a few gold highlights. The suit was made of durasteel, not beskar like many others, but with the Mandalorians increasing production to get ready for war, there wasn't nearly enough beskar for everything. The armor was a bit heavier than what she was used to. The balance was still a bit unfamiliar. But if she was going to be living with these Mandalorians, she was going to have to dress like them, so it was just something she would have to get used to.

A speeder bike appeared from the fog, its rider, a Mandalorian scout, dismounting as the vehicle came to a stop near where Zarene sat. "Do they know we're here?" Zarene asked, as she finished the last bite and tossed the core into a nearby bush.

"The Clan Leader seems to have begun mobilizing his troops in preparation for a fight, but it doesn't appear that they're aware of our presence just yet. Is Sergeant Velos up yet?"

Zarene stood up, wiping the juice from her chin with the back of her hand before placing her helmet back over her head. "If not, she will be. I'll go find her, and we can figure out how to do this."

[Meira]

"Bring me the datapad with Mandalore's term."

"Yes ma'am."

Trin was tightening her boots as the corporal found the datapad and brought it over to the camp table that was serving as a desk. Her tent was large, but the majority of it served as the unit's command, leaving only a small portion partitioned off for her cot and gear. When her boots felt snug, she stepped over to the table and looked over the terms one last time.

They were to offer this clan a chance to come peacefully back into the fold. If they met resistance, they were to do their best to minimize casualties. If the clan could not be convinced, they were to wipe them out entirely. It was a hard line to play, but the Mandalorian war effort was still too small to risk clans sympathizing with their enemy. Especially when their enemy could crush them outright if they decided to spare the time it would take to do so. In order for them to survive, they had to be one cohesive unit. They would either stand together or die divided.

"Ma'am, the scout is back."

Trin nodded her head and picked up her helmet from the table on her way out of the tent. A little ways away, as she stepped into the morning air, Trin could see the scout speaking with Yin. Trin still wasn't sure what she thought about this Sith... envoy? Liaison? Whatever she was, she was not Mandalorian, no matter what armor she wore. It was a strange thought to pass through Trin's mind, considering she herself was hardly Mandalorian.

"The enemy of my enemy..." she muttered to herself. Still seems pretty damn dangerous.

"What's the word?" Trin asked as she came upon Yin and the scout. She gave the former a slight nod as she turned her eyes to the latter for his report.

[Moonfire]

Me'allo had been on Shogun for a few months now, and had found the planet's crystalline terrain a feast for the eyes. Vastly different than anything he had ever seen before. The surface glittered and sparkled in the sparse sunlight that filtered through the clouds that day, reflecting rainbow arches across his dark blue armour as he walked carefully towards the stack of cans and debris he had arranged, blaster rifle tight in hand.

It had been 3 months since the healer had landed on the planet, joining the local clan with a story of a life lived away from his people in the employ of a private company, providing his unique form of services for great pay. But he missed clan life, and came forward looking for aliit, for a family. They were wary at first, but the charming story teller was entertaining at night and hard working during the day. He wasn't a vod yet, but maybe in time...

That morning, long before most of the clan had awaken, Me'allo had taken to the outskirts, his blaster and scraps in hand. Lining them up carefully across the lop of a long flat crystal before moving back and replacing his old, worn helmet. Carefully he aimed at the first piece of twisted, broken metal before firing, a flash of red blaster bolt sprang forth, only barely hitting the piece from its perch.

Taking another long inhale, Me'allo fired again, in rapid succession at the line of 5. With a sigh he looked over targets, only one had been hit, just barely grazed into toppling over. Walking forward he lined them up again. He could hit them all if he had a chance to take his time, but in battle, when he truly needed to prove himself to these people, such a chance wouldn't come...

"Well, at least I'm not completely useless" He muttered as he fired another round of shots into assorted trash.

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As they gathered around the map, the scout began his report. "They definitely have the numbers. They've got emplacements here, here, and here," he said, pointing at various spots on the map. "There's an outpost on this hill that's only lightly defended however. If we could take it, bring up an artillery piece or two, it'd put some pressure on them if they don't want to submit."

Zarene Yin idly stroked her cheek with her thumb as she examined the map. "What about that dam?" she said suddenly, "Any defenses there?" The scout shook his head. "If we blow it," she continued, "It would flood their camp and village within minutes, would it not?"

"We don't kill our own people like that," one of the other Mandalorians growled.

"I'm not saying do it. Just the threat of it," Zarene shot back.

"Pulling a trick like that would make the Mandalore lose face. Learn our ways before trying to come up with ideas like that."

Zarene growled and gritted her teeth, but said nothing.