Post by Darksword on Jun 14, 2013 1:34:53 GMT -5
Faction: Mandalorian
Department: Navy
Rank: Rear Admiral
Name: Jor Dursk
Race: Shistavanen
Age: 39
Height: 6' 5"
Weight: 217 lbs.
Birth place: Dxun
Appearance:
A tall foreboding specimen of canine fury and strength, Jor is a figure that exudes the aura of a powerful, relentless hunter and warrior. Powerful, confident and serene, he rarely shows much emotion beyond his predatory instincts to eliminate his enemies in the middle of battle. Many whom look upon him initially would think him a dark, savage predator that would rip you limb from limb, but once his gaze settles upon those individuals, they would instead feel the cold chill and a shiver run up their spines as they realized he was a much, much more deadly opponent as he gave a fang-filled smirk.
Standing at a impressive six foot and five inches with sleek grey-white fur, the Mandalorian Shistavanen has a very broad-shouldered, muscular frame that is obviously associated with any being of strength. A average-sized snout with a mouthful of razor sharp fangs usually is locked either in a cold, hard stare of intense focus or a smirk as if he can read your mind. His hands both wield large talons as well, black claws against white fur. Same goes for his massive paw-like feet with several razor sharp ebony claws that cruelly glint as many imagine the damage they can do to armor and skin alike.
Several notable scars and marks upon his person, such as his cybernetic eye that glows a subtle orange-yellow color and the streak of black fur that persists across his left eye, are hidden away underneath his armor and fur. The occasional patch of no fur shows indications of permanently destroyed fur, along with one particularly gruesome slash that was a obvious lightsaber attack across his chest.
Very rarely is Jor out of his armor. Whether on board his vessel or on the ground in a Mandalorian enclave, he is never seen without it on except on the rarest of occasions, for both practical simple defense but also to follow the first Resol'nare to the letter, as he views the Mandalorian armor as any Mandalorian's badge of honor and office. He always carries his helmet with him, but only wears it during combat, appreciating the ability to look into a being's eyes with nothing between the two. He is always seen wielding his arsenal of weaponry wherever he goes, especially his signature retractable shockblades, sometimes nicknamed his Beskaryc-Claws.
Personality:
A being of notable strength, inspiring leadership and aura of deadly experience, Jor is a man whom is a leader born for the Mandalorian people. Considered brilliant, calm and patient in combat, the Shistavanen leads by example via following the original Mandalorian tenants, The Resol'nare, and attempting to have those under his command follow them as well in their work. Meticulous, cold and hard, Jor is a well-known naval commander whom is feared by his enemies and respected-- even loved --by his own people for how brutally efficient he is in the art of warfare, especially naval warfare.
While a great leader and a well known warrior, Jor is a being to be feared by even fellow Mandalorians. A man of few words, he is considered a cold hard specter outside of the warzones and his bridge. Not one to socialize, Jor is rarely seen in a passive state, such as never taking off his armor, never joking, constantly analyzing. A being to constantly get a leg up and look for any opportunities in any situation he can find, the Shistavanen is like a predator in any situation, searching for the best ways to earn more credits and resources, more prestige, bring down his enemies, gain assets under his command. Everything is a giant game of strategy and thus he constantly plans every move carefully, ensuring he never leaves himself open for a counterattack by his enemies unless he cannot help it.
While a cold, cruel bastard by many people's standards, Jor does follow his own code that revolves around critical values: Loyalty, Honor, and Respect. Demanding loyalty and showing loyalty to anyone under his command or within the Mandalorian society period, Jor definitely has a strong pack sense. Respect is a crucial value as well for him, his fellow Mandalorians and even his enemies. And lastly, honor is the last value he considers important. Honoring the dead, defending the Mandalorian way of life, and preferring to fight his enemies up close and personal rather than with longer ranged weaponry as he sees the light leave their eyes, the subtle rattle of death and their body growing limp one of the most satisfying and honorable ways to die. He does respect the Jedi and Sith for their martial prowess but dislikes their Force abilities such as telekinesis and telepathy as he finds them to be dishonorable/a coward’s way to combat their enemies. He also dislikes the use of 'superweapons', like the destruction of Malachor V in the Mandalorian Wars being one of the lowest things that the Republic could have done to win the war, despite it being Revan's creative thinking.
While a heartless, cold being of very one-minded focus on gaining positive results for himself in any way shape or form, Jor does have a sliver of a soft side to him deep down within. His extremely focused energy to accomplish objectives and the will to win any battle, whether a tiny skirmish or a massive campaign by nearly any means necessary are simply all in the name and love for the Mandalorian people. A patriot for certain, he loves the Mando’a of the galaxy and has always been determined to give the scattered clans their wish of being a true and powerful nation once more.
Skills:
Naval Strategist/Tactician
Close Quarter Combat Expert
Mandalorian Weaponsmith
Electrical-Mechanical Technician
Equipment:
Custom Mandalorian Armor/Beskar'gam
Two Built-in Retractable Shockblades
Heavy Mandalorian Blaster Pistol
Personal AI Unit (Organizational/Security Purposes)
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 8
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 6
Leadership: 7
Unarmed: 7
Melee Weapons: 6
Ranged Weapons: 4
Alignment: -1
Bio:
Upon the moon of Dxun, a clan resides within the deep jungles like many other hidden enclaves. Simply known as Clan Dursk, they were not the most notable out of the hundreds of Mandalorian clans throughout the galaxy. They were a tough clan, braving the dangers of the dark jungle every day and thriving within it. But beyond this, they were not known for much. Nor did much beyond the training of the Mando’a way occur. For many years as the Mandalorians grew more and more outraged by how the Republic treated their kind throughout the galaxy, Clan Dursk kept hidden within the dense cover, simply hunting, training young warriors, making armor and weapons, collecting food… Until one day a very odd event occurred.
Shrouded in the later hours of twilight, the sentries whom normally mounted any sensors and their guard posts noted how something was happening in the sky over Dxun. Flashes of light, the hint of motion… Many veterans knew exactly what it was after a small amount of examination: a space battle way overhead. While not a glorious battle of clashing warriors, it was a one-way battle of pirates preying on a not-so-well-equipped passenger vessel. While many aboard were scared witless by the sudden and unexpected attack in the middle of the Onderon system, one particular individual was not phased at all. Terrified but calm, she knew pirates had disabled the vessel and were boarding. This individual, a young Shistavanen mother by the name of Serena Vas’ruut, did something unexpected and very crazy: she took an escape pod and launched down towards the surface of Dxun to escape the savage pirates and slavers that had begun to take over the vessel. At first, they had thought nobody would dare launch a pod when they would easily be caught and brought right back, or even more stupid in their eyes, launch down towards the deadly moon. Upon seeing the pod launch though, and then checking the passenger register against those present and being prepared to be transported away, they realized who had escaped. Upon seeing her to be a rare Shistavanen and a FEMALE at that, the pirates determined she was too much of a find to let go.
The Mandalorians of Clan Dursk saw this, as well as the vessel being taken over and ransacked… But unexpectedly, a shuttle from the pirates followed after the descending escape pod a short time later. Deciding to take advantage of this as an opportunity to train the young, the clan leader Gar-og Dursk ordered a pair of squads of his more talented young warriors plus his field marshal and several trainers into the shadowy jungle in the general direction of the escape pod’s crash site and the approaching shuttle. Keeping hidden and quiet, they simply observed as the events continued to unfold before them, eager to make their own moves but also curious to see as to what might happen that night.
As they kept hidden and watched the arrival of the pirates, seeing them to be almost no better than tattooed, drug-addicted savages, the Mandalorians found it difficult to follow Serena without alerting her or the pirate-slavers to their presence. For the poor mother and the small cub she clutched, the jungle was both protection and danger all about her as she rushed from her pod in a rather dazed manner and disappeared within the foliage just as the shuttle landed in the tiny clearing. Dashing and jumping through the dense jungle, Serena clutched the young, tightly wrapped cub to her chest as she tried to escape her enslavement and more then likely her cub’s death. Hiding within a nearby cave, she waited to see if she had fooled them into heading totally off the beaten track… Only to see they had found her tracks. Surrounding the cave mouth, the slavers began moving in slowly, while Serena proceeded to hide her cub in a nearby rock crevice and then hid herself, waiting to strike from the shadows.
Slowly walking in, the slavers kept a watchful eye for their quarry… But despite being careful, they weren’t prepared for the speed and ferocity of the attack that followed from the wolfish mother as she leaped out of the shadows and ripped one slavers throat out and slashed another one to the ground, yelling in pain. She was a flurry of movement, slashing claws, snarling fangs, and kicking paws, but she was brought down eventually, despite killing a pair of armed slavers and injuring several more. Never ceasing fighting, she was beaten severely and several of the slavers decided in their crazed states that they should “have a bit of fun…” and proceeded to begin ripping her clothes off. One also found the young cub hidden away, picking him up and joking with another one how they should kill it and stuff the young cub like a stuffed animal… literally.
This proceeded for several minutes, with times looking VERY bleak for Serena as she yowled in fear, anger and pain and the young cub squealed and whimpered weakly in fear. That is, until the Mandalorians decided it was their turn to intervene. Moving in quickly and efficiently, they only let their presence known when entering the mouth of the cave by unleashing a loud roar of fury, scaring the living Force out of many a pirate and slaver even as they sexually assaulted the young Shistavanen and threatened to kill the young cub. Unused to battle with true warriors, let alone the unchecked Mandalorian fury and eagerness to wage a good fight, the scum were quickly killed or captured. Serena and the cub were taken into their protection, given a blanket to cover her and cradle her cub weakly while they lined the rest of the slavers up in a row and executed them all one by one with rather painful and slow-killing vibroblade thrusts. Left to bleed and die or be eaten by the predators of Dxun, the Mandalorians took the Shistavanens into the jungle and returned to camp, rather impressed by the young mother’s own ferocity and her will to defend her own cub.
Bringing her before the clan leader, the instructors explained in detail what had happened and gave their opinions on the young Shistavanen, quietly conceding she was a true warrior and deserved the right to be offered a place amongst them. If not, they would gladly help her return to safety and let a Republic patrol find her, despite their hatred for the Republic and it’s ways. Presenting her and her cub a home amongst them, Clan Dursk awaited to see what the young warrioress would say. While surprised and still in shock, she accepted their offer and allowed herself to be escorted to a new home with her young cub, Jor.
Adopting the name of Dursk for the both of them, the Dursk’s new Shistavanen members began their lives by Serena learning the Mando’a way of life herself, finding it a lifestyle she could certainly agree with and follow pretty easily. And just as she was learning, so too did Jor as he began to grow up. Walking mere months later and even speaking, Jor proved to be a curiosity amongst the other Mandalorian children. Many of them were excited to see a new child amongst them and a new potential playmate, a fellow young warrior, a potential peer to bully… The target of affection, distrust, bullying, friendship and more depending on where he went within the enclave. While a little cautious in his initial meetings with these children, Jor was quickly urged by his mother to show the strength hidden within which she had felt for so many months in her swollen pregnant belly. Taking it upon himself, Jor did just that. Any bully that came upon him was quickly put in their place with a terrifying display of aggressiveness and warrior proficiency at such a young age by use of his fangs, claws and impressive growl. The kind were put under his protection as he decided to show their kindness with the appropriate response. And the others he simply associated with, played with, worked with.
This continued in a very similar manner over the years, with Jor having carved a powerful little spot within the Clan thanks to his mother’s urging. A very gifted and determined young Mandalorian warrior, Jor excelled at the teachings of the Mandalorian people. He took education well and went beyond the call of duty in his work. Warrior training was a symbol of strength for him as no one of his age could defeat him at one on one, two on one and even three on one combat. He even made the instructor at times work hard to keep him busy with new techniques, strategies, and sometimes even sparring him. While unable to defeat his instructor initially, Jor did certainly press him more than any other student. And that fact alone gave him much notoriety amongst the Clan. Even the clan leader noted his progress with much appreciation, as well as having personal connections with his mother on a professional level and his son, Atton Dursk, most certainly had his eyes upon Serena and Jor for more than the simple fact that the both were rising Mandalorians. While cautious, Serena did accept the approaching of the scarred human with a hint of amusement but also more than a bit interested to see if his intentions were heartfelt. Jor remained neutral in the matter, though he did seem to take a liking to the man. By the age of eight, Jor was watching his mother finally marry Atton, followed by him officially adopting Jor as his son. His training from then on grew as his new father and now grandfather decided to set their eyes on Jor as the rising star for Clan Dursk. His grooming to become a true leader began in earnest.
With his training intensifying and his motivation growing, Jor took it into his little heart to become the best warrior he could be for his people. And he did just this as the months went by, leading his fellow kids by example. While not social at all, he did urge them on many occasions into the jungle to tackle with a number of smaller predators. Hunters becoming the prey from Mando’a children. While they did cause a number of the instructors to become rather frustrated with trying to ensure they stayed alive, they were nonetheless impressed by their guts and brawn, but also Jor’s ingenuity in setting traps, knowing how to tackle his enemy and even convincing his peers to follow him ‘into battle’ as it were. And most definitely, both of his parents were extremely pleased with his progress at such a young age. Already well-versed in several survival techniques and military strategy at the age of eight, Jor was taken under Atton’s wing immediately began training hard. Over the next five years of his young life, Jor was placed through a rigorous training regime that he excelled at. While ground warfare was not his favorite subject of study and practice, preferring to read books, analyze vids and play tactical simulators on an old computer of naval warfare, he did show his mastery of melee and hand-to-hand combat, proving especially proficient regardless of whichever due to his claws, fangs, and natural agility and wiry strength.
Taking an interest as he grew and trained in Mandalorian Weaponsmithing, Jor requested from Atton to inquire into a possible apprenticeship with the Master Weaponsmith of the Clan. And like magic almost, he was accepted to do so. With this and his standard combat and survival training, his mother sometimes wondered if he was taking on too much for his age. But contrary to what she thought, as his father suspected, he thrived under the challenge of constantly expanding his arsenal of strategies, training, techniques and more so that he could excel wherever he went.
By the age of 13 and when time had come for his initiation into manhood, Jor was considered one of the most promising young Mandalorians within the clan. Many suspected he would someday come to do great things. Especially his father and grandfather, whom both suspected he would someday come to lead Clan Dursk into greater heights, along with the Mandalorian people. On the day of his verd’goten, Jor and several other young Mandalorians were assembled and each given the task of hunting down the predators of Dxun’s massive jungles. They were given the basic idea of what to hunt for and then sent off on their task. It didn’t matter how long it took to but they needed to survive in the jungle for several days at least and return with some form of trophy from the predators.
Most of the young Mandalorians decided upon focusing on survival, with the general mindset being to hunt down a good many cannoks and return with their eyes as proof, or maybe even a small boma or maalraas. Not for Jor though. His calculating mind immediately began thinking and he came to one quick conclusion: He would hunt down a zakkeg head or not at all. While he spoke to no one of what he had in mind, the Mandalorian adults suspected that he would try for something great, especially the his grandfather, Atton and Serena, though she feared he might push too far.
Ordered to pack up and head into the jungle, the small group of youths proceeded to pack their kits with what they viewed they needed before heading out. Many chose food, survival items, and light amount of equipment. Jor instead snuck into the armory and got away with a few critical items, like a small anti-armor mine and various computer and mechanical parts, like a pair of small sensors and gears. Along with a pair of blasters, a light carbine and a heavy retractable wrist vibroblade, Jor packed a small supply of rations and set off into the jungle, a gleam in his eyes as he prowled the dark jungles for his prey.
Days went by with no success at finding a hint of a zakkeg. All the while, Jor hunted other creatures when needed, such as killing a cannok and cooking a bit of it to give himself the needed energy to keep on going while toting his arsenal. And while the other youth found their kills and some even returned home after a few days to be welcomed with open arms and lots of patting of backs, the Shistavanen Mandalorian still prowled through the jungle as he looked for one of the most dangerous predators on Dxun.
After nearly six days of searching and failing to track down a zakkeg successfully, Jor finally caught a streak of luck and found a set of tracks that proved accurate, actually happening upon a zakkeg’s cave home and nearly arousing it. Immediately pulling back and proceeding to ready himself, the young Mando’a worked hard through the day and hard through the night in preparation for his move. Quietly assembling the parts he had collected into a pair of devices, Jor finally after many hours of preparation took a short nap, gave a small prayer to Kad Ha'rangir, and made his move. Equipped with his light carbine and his wrist vibroblade, Jor attacked just as the zakkeg decided to leave it’s hole, firing a burst of shots into it’s armored carapace with little effect beyond bringing it’s attention to him and causing it to roar at him, then charge. Moving at exactly the same time, Jor led the zakkeg on a merry little chase as he zig-zagged through trees and fired shots back at the zakkeg, lightly injuring it and angering it greatly.
Finally coming into a clearing with the zakkeg approaching closely, Jor ran right through the center of the clearing… And past the pre-determined killzone he had set up. Clicking a large red button on a small hand-held remote, Jor leaped through the air just as the zakkeg stepped upon the small anti-armor mine he had placed before hand, followed by the two devices he had built earlier activating at the click of the button. Whirring to life, the two blasters he had taken were mounted upon a pair of a very simple pair of robotic swivel turrets turned their sights upon the zakkeg and opened fire, set to the highest setting they possibly could and firing burst after burst after burst into the alpha-predator’s armor carapace and face.
Meanwhile, Jor raced to the zakkeg’s rear in it’s confused state, firing shots as he ran and leaped, landing on it’s back and grabbing hold just barely onto it’s back and beginning to crawl to it’s head, just as the blasters ran out of energy and ceased firing. Enraged and certainly angry, the zakkeg stomped it’s feet and roared in rage as it tried to find Jor, not entirely realizing that he was upon it’s back till he had wrapped a arm around it’s large neck and threw aside his carbine, letting the vibroblade suddenly snap out and whir to life.
Bucking this way and that, the young Mandalorian and alpha predator were locked in a very intense combat as he tried stabbing and slashing through it’s carapace while it tried to throw him off. After a short, exhausting time though, Jor couldn’t help it and was thrown off. Roaring in delight, the zakkeg charged and swiped at him with it’s clawed front foot, slashing him across the chest and batting him aside as if he were a ragdoll, causing him to roar in pain in turn.
Deciding it was do or die time now, Jor roared a challenge at the zakkeg in a very canine-manner, getting a returning roar and charge, intending to ram him with it’s head in one last blow to finish off his swerving Mando’a opponent, finding his swerves and rolling to be aggravating. And as if the war god of the ancient Taung and Mandalorian Crusaders alike had answered his prayer, Jor’s vibroblade was aimed true and well as he sidestepped the giant creature and slashed a giant gash into it’s face and neck, hitting an artery and possibly it’s brain, effectively ending the fight as it slumped down, smoking and a death rattle coming from within as the mighty predator died.
Staggering up to it, Jor did just as he said he would do: he cut off it’s head after much hard, painful work as his broken ribs finally began being felt as his adrenaline ran out and the large gash on his face and over his eye became apparent as he realized he could not see out of his eye. Taking the head and dragging it through the jungle, the young Mando’a finally came within sight of the enclave, near-unconscious and severely wounded but proudly dragging the head of a zakkeg, to the amazement of the Mandalorians. Taken straight away to the healer, Jor was treated and, nearly a week later after his verd’goten, was finally brought before the Clan to be accepted into their ranks as a adult. And a adult of great honor at such a young age to boot. White Serena was horrified by what he had done as any mother would be, she felt a massive surge of pride just like his father and grandfather felt as their predications of greatness in the youth began to form before their eyes.
Over the next several years till the age of twenty, Jor proved to be a able and charismatic leader, being given the position of a war leader and helping protect the enclave from the dangers of Dxun, learning the ways of being a Weaponsmith and still perfecting his naval warfare understanding, steadily growing better and better. And as the whispers of war with the Republic grew through the Rim, Jor suspected that in the coming years, the Mandalorian people would have the opportunity to grow once more into a powerful people. Preparing himself for that day, he helped Clan Dursk grow in many ways, from help absorb a pair of much smaller clans into their fold via extensive persuasion and expanding their physical holdings into a number of enclaves.
As Jor’s experience grew, so did his prowess in most forms of combat and strategy grew. Coming to the conclusion that Mandalorians would someday assemble once more, the Shistavanen began teaching the warriors of Clan Dursk what he could and acquiring new texts, simulators, and tests within Dxun for them to expand their expertise. He subtly pushed for more training within naval simulators, so as to maybe become a clan proficient at naval combat, both as marines and naval personnel aboard vessels.
While not initially accepted widely as a welcomed policy, he did sway many of the instructors and even the higher echelon into emphasizing this training, claiming they would become the best warriors within the cold confines of space out of any of the clans. Whether this was true or not, nobody knew. But the statement stood and it was a subtle challenge issued that pushed both young and old to excel at this.
As the whispers of rebellion grew to small voices, Jor went as far as to demand that he lead a space voyage to gain the clan a pair of vessels. While not large, they did have the advantage of surprise. Agreeing after much persuasion, Clan Dursk prepared for this operation being planned by Jor to possibly gain them several naval assets. The target being a very small Republic convoy going near Onderon, Clan Dursk under Jor’s command planned to take most of the vessels intact if possible. While one was a republic frigate and the others simply transports, they would give the clan a serious boost in assets.
After much planning and preparation, several squads of Mandalorian warriors were prepared for combat, given full combat kits, heavy armor and various added pieces of equipment before piling into a pair of smaller transports. Disguising themselves as a disabled personnel transport requesting aid, they would wait to let one of the vessels came to ‘rescue’ them, unknowing that a full Mandalorian attack force would be waiting the moment they opened their airlock to them. They would board whichever vessel decided to stupidly dock with them and take over as quickly as possible while their second transport would make a small hyperjump into the area and board the same vessel or another one. The hope would be that the frigate would dock, being larger and not carrying cargo unlike it’s transports protectees… But they had no way of knowing what would happen. Simply hoping for the best, the operation got a go and they lay in waiting, with Jor on the transport, ready to be the first one onto the Republic vessel to lead in capturing the vessel and gaining much satisfaction against the Republic.
The plan went off without a hitch, with the convoy falling for the trap, as little pirate or raider activity had been in the area for several months. The frigate actually flew in to dock, just as they had hoped, and just as the airlock opened between the two vessels, the Mandalorian boarding party let out a massive roar of furious rage that none of the Republic personnel on that vessel had ever heard in their lives. Rushing on board, they proceeded to begin taking down the surprised Republic forces in quick order. Taking down security personnel as if they were flies and slaughtering the naval personnel, the Mandalorian force suffered few casualties as they raided the bridge, effectively taking the vessel. Assuming command, Jor took control as trained personnel took the weapons, navigation, sensors, and other critical stations so as to turn the vessel around, sending a very verbal threat to the transports to surrender or be destroyed. With a warship’s weaponry aimed right at them, the transports decided it was in their best interests to surrender.
With the second transport vessel hyperjumping in and boarding the Republic transports, the Mandalorians quickly escaped into hyperspace before any nearby police forces or further Republic forces came to their aid, with the operation proving a success. Upon returning home to Dxun’s surface, Jor was praised as a military genius and several other smaller clans immediately gave their support to Clan Dursk after hearing of what they had done. Just the first of many such operations going on throughout the galaxy, Jor participated in a naval aspect for several years, leading the combined clans in many minor attacks against the Republic’s assets in nearby systems. Whether an advisor to other clans or leading his own forces, he grew in experience and proved to be a tactical and strategic expert in naval matters, even with the little resources available to him and his forces. This continued up until the year upon which the Mandalorian Clans finally chose a new Mandalore and the subtle warring upon the Republic became a full on war after so many years to reclaim their territories.
As the Mandalorians came together and began combining their assets once again and assaulting the Republic, Clan Dursk provided much needed naval support in critical areas, with Jor leading and proving his expertise in such matters by leading them to victory in many skirmishes, especially over Mandalore itself when he was able to successfully defeat a Republic cruiser with his few smaller vessels, preventing a stream of transports from being engaged and easily destroyed that were delivering troops and critical supplies to the surface so that Mandalore might be taken.
Now a veteran and one of the many brilliant Mandalorian leaders actively leading by example throughout the galaxy against their enemies, Jor has been promoted to the rank of Rear Admiral and prepares to lead his troops into battle yet again, whether they be of Clan Dursk or any other clan, so long as they might defeat their enemies.
RP Sample:
Oh, how long he had waited for a opportunity like this...
To lead men and women, Mandalorians, into battle with the power of a true navy under his command against the Republic cowards. They didn't stand a chance against the might and rage of the Mandalorian people. They had been embarrassed for too many years, since The Betrayer had backstabbed his own people by signing away their rights as Mando'a! But now was the time for cin vhetin. Time to wipe that part of their past clean and replace it with a clear, new future for their people.
A smirk grew upon the lips of the Shistavanen as he sat in his command chair aboard a large cruiser, hearing the quiet humming of the vessel, watching fighters soar silently by in the deep of space, a number of smaller Mandalorian vessels coming into sight from his viewport. And dead ahead, a slightly larger Republic fleet heading straight for them. But as if he could see through that amount of space and into the very eyes of the commanding officer of that fleet, he could feel, even smell the fear of the enemy as they realized they were facing the might of a very angry Mandalorian people. And they knew deep down... They had no chance. Chuckling rather darkly, Jor tapped a key on his arm rest and spoke into the intercom, speaking to the Mandalorian battle fleet.
"Brothers... Sisters... We have long awaited true glory in many a battle. We have itched to gain vengeance, to set right what was wrong, to feel the adrenaline in our veins of true battle..." A pause, and every voice could be heard hushing as if waiting. "... And that time has come. All hands to battle stations. We go to war today like our ancestors of old. We will make the name Mandalorian a name to be feared again. Jate'kara! Ib'tuur jatne tuur ash'ad kyr'amur!" And with that, he keyed the intercom off, only to hear a massive cheer throughout the bridge, echoing within the vessel, and heard even over the COM channels as they rushed to meet their foes. A feeling of satisfaction filled the middle-aged Shistavanen as he heard that motivated, passion-filled roar. His people were alive once more.
Department: Navy
Rank: Rear Admiral
Name: Jor Dursk
Race: Shistavanen
Age: 39
Height: 6' 5"
Weight: 217 lbs.
Birth place: Dxun
Appearance:
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A tall foreboding specimen of canine fury and strength, Jor is a figure that exudes the aura of a powerful, relentless hunter and warrior. Powerful, confident and serene, he rarely shows much emotion beyond his predatory instincts to eliminate his enemies in the middle of battle. Many whom look upon him initially would think him a dark, savage predator that would rip you limb from limb, but once his gaze settles upon those individuals, they would instead feel the cold chill and a shiver run up their spines as they realized he was a much, much more deadly opponent as he gave a fang-filled smirk.
Standing at a impressive six foot and five inches with sleek grey-white fur, the Mandalorian Shistavanen has a very broad-shouldered, muscular frame that is obviously associated with any being of strength. A average-sized snout with a mouthful of razor sharp fangs usually is locked either in a cold, hard stare of intense focus or a smirk as if he can read your mind. His hands both wield large talons as well, black claws against white fur. Same goes for his massive paw-like feet with several razor sharp ebony claws that cruelly glint as many imagine the damage they can do to armor and skin alike.
Several notable scars and marks upon his person, such as his cybernetic eye that glows a subtle orange-yellow color and the streak of black fur that persists across his left eye, are hidden away underneath his armor and fur. The occasional patch of no fur shows indications of permanently destroyed fur, along with one particularly gruesome slash that was a obvious lightsaber attack across his chest.
Very rarely is Jor out of his armor. Whether on board his vessel or on the ground in a Mandalorian enclave, he is never seen without it on except on the rarest of occasions, for both practical simple defense but also to follow the first Resol'nare to the letter, as he views the Mandalorian armor as any Mandalorian's badge of honor and office. He always carries his helmet with him, but only wears it during combat, appreciating the ability to look into a being's eyes with nothing between the two. He is always seen wielding his arsenal of weaponry wherever he goes, especially his signature retractable shockblades, sometimes nicknamed his Beskaryc-Claws.
Personality:
A being of notable strength, inspiring leadership and aura of deadly experience, Jor is a man whom is a leader born for the Mandalorian people. Considered brilliant, calm and patient in combat, the Shistavanen leads by example via following the original Mandalorian tenants, The Resol'nare, and attempting to have those under his command follow them as well in their work. Meticulous, cold and hard, Jor is a well-known naval commander whom is feared by his enemies and respected-- even loved --by his own people for how brutally efficient he is in the art of warfare, especially naval warfare.
While a great leader and a well known warrior, Jor is a being to be feared by even fellow Mandalorians. A man of few words, he is considered a cold hard specter outside of the warzones and his bridge. Not one to socialize, Jor is rarely seen in a passive state, such as never taking off his armor, never joking, constantly analyzing. A being to constantly get a leg up and look for any opportunities in any situation he can find, the Shistavanen is like a predator in any situation, searching for the best ways to earn more credits and resources, more prestige, bring down his enemies, gain assets under his command. Everything is a giant game of strategy and thus he constantly plans every move carefully, ensuring he never leaves himself open for a counterattack by his enemies unless he cannot help it.
While a cold, cruel bastard by many people's standards, Jor does follow his own code that revolves around critical values: Loyalty, Honor, and Respect. Demanding loyalty and showing loyalty to anyone under his command or within the Mandalorian society period, Jor definitely has a strong pack sense. Respect is a crucial value as well for him, his fellow Mandalorians and even his enemies. And lastly, honor is the last value he considers important. Honoring the dead, defending the Mandalorian way of life, and preferring to fight his enemies up close and personal rather than with longer ranged weaponry as he sees the light leave their eyes, the subtle rattle of death and their body growing limp one of the most satisfying and honorable ways to die. He does respect the Jedi and Sith for their martial prowess but dislikes their Force abilities such as telekinesis and telepathy as he finds them to be dishonorable/a coward’s way to combat their enemies. He also dislikes the use of 'superweapons', like the destruction of Malachor V in the Mandalorian Wars being one of the lowest things that the Republic could have done to win the war, despite it being Revan's creative thinking.
While a heartless, cold being of very one-minded focus on gaining positive results for himself in any way shape or form, Jor does have a sliver of a soft side to him deep down within. His extremely focused energy to accomplish objectives and the will to win any battle, whether a tiny skirmish or a massive campaign by nearly any means necessary are simply all in the name and love for the Mandalorian people. A patriot for certain, he loves the Mando’a of the galaxy and has always been determined to give the scattered clans their wish of being a true and powerful nation once more.
Skills:
Naval Strategist/Tactician
Close Quarter Combat Expert
Mandalorian Weaponsmith
Electrical-Mechanical Technician
Equipment:
Custom Mandalorian Armor/Beskar'gam
Two Built-in Retractable Shockblades
Heavy Mandalorian Blaster Pistol
Personal AI Unit (Organizational/Security Purposes)
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 8
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 6
Leadership: 7
Unarmed: 7
Melee Weapons: 6
Ranged Weapons: 4
Alignment: -1
Bio:
Dursk’s Awakening
Birth-8
Birth-8
Upon the moon of Dxun, a clan resides within the deep jungles like many other hidden enclaves. Simply known as Clan Dursk, they were not the most notable out of the hundreds of Mandalorian clans throughout the galaxy. They were a tough clan, braving the dangers of the dark jungle every day and thriving within it. But beyond this, they were not known for much. Nor did much beyond the training of the Mando’a way occur. For many years as the Mandalorians grew more and more outraged by how the Republic treated their kind throughout the galaxy, Clan Dursk kept hidden within the dense cover, simply hunting, training young warriors, making armor and weapons, collecting food… Until one day a very odd event occurred.
Shrouded in the later hours of twilight, the sentries whom normally mounted any sensors and their guard posts noted how something was happening in the sky over Dxun. Flashes of light, the hint of motion… Many veterans knew exactly what it was after a small amount of examination: a space battle way overhead. While not a glorious battle of clashing warriors, it was a one-way battle of pirates preying on a not-so-well-equipped passenger vessel. While many aboard were scared witless by the sudden and unexpected attack in the middle of the Onderon system, one particular individual was not phased at all. Terrified but calm, she knew pirates had disabled the vessel and were boarding. This individual, a young Shistavanen mother by the name of Serena Vas’ruut, did something unexpected and very crazy: she took an escape pod and launched down towards the surface of Dxun to escape the savage pirates and slavers that had begun to take over the vessel. At first, they had thought nobody would dare launch a pod when they would easily be caught and brought right back, or even more stupid in their eyes, launch down towards the deadly moon. Upon seeing the pod launch though, and then checking the passenger register against those present and being prepared to be transported away, they realized who had escaped. Upon seeing her to be a rare Shistavanen and a FEMALE at that, the pirates determined she was too much of a find to let go.
The Mandalorians of Clan Dursk saw this, as well as the vessel being taken over and ransacked… But unexpectedly, a shuttle from the pirates followed after the descending escape pod a short time later. Deciding to take advantage of this as an opportunity to train the young, the clan leader Gar-og Dursk ordered a pair of squads of his more talented young warriors plus his field marshal and several trainers into the shadowy jungle in the general direction of the escape pod’s crash site and the approaching shuttle. Keeping hidden and quiet, they simply observed as the events continued to unfold before them, eager to make their own moves but also curious to see as to what might happen that night.
As they kept hidden and watched the arrival of the pirates, seeing them to be almost no better than tattooed, drug-addicted savages, the Mandalorians found it difficult to follow Serena without alerting her or the pirate-slavers to their presence. For the poor mother and the small cub she clutched, the jungle was both protection and danger all about her as she rushed from her pod in a rather dazed manner and disappeared within the foliage just as the shuttle landed in the tiny clearing. Dashing and jumping through the dense jungle, Serena clutched the young, tightly wrapped cub to her chest as she tried to escape her enslavement and more then likely her cub’s death. Hiding within a nearby cave, she waited to see if she had fooled them into heading totally off the beaten track… Only to see they had found her tracks. Surrounding the cave mouth, the slavers began moving in slowly, while Serena proceeded to hide her cub in a nearby rock crevice and then hid herself, waiting to strike from the shadows.
Slowly walking in, the slavers kept a watchful eye for their quarry… But despite being careful, they weren’t prepared for the speed and ferocity of the attack that followed from the wolfish mother as she leaped out of the shadows and ripped one slavers throat out and slashed another one to the ground, yelling in pain. She was a flurry of movement, slashing claws, snarling fangs, and kicking paws, but she was brought down eventually, despite killing a pair of armed slavers and injuring several more. Never ceasing fighting, she was beaten severely and several of the slavers decided in their crazed states that they should “have a bit of fun…” and proceeded to begin ripping her clothes off. One also found the young cub hidden away, picking him up and joking with another one how they should kill it and stuff the young cub like a stuffed animal… literally.
This proceeded for several minutes, with times looking VERY bleak for Serena as she yowled in fear, anger and pain and the young cub squealed and whimpered weakly in fear. That is, until the Mandalorians decided it was their turn to intervene. Moving in quickly and efficiently, they only let their presence known when entering the mouth of the cave by unleashing a loud roar of fury, scaring the living Force out of many a pirate and slaver even as they sexually assaulted the young Shistavanen and threatened to kill the young cub. Unused to battle with true warriors, let alone the unchecked Mandalorian fury and eagerness to wage a good fight, the scum were quickly killed or captured. Serena and the cub were taken into their protection, given a blanket to cover her and cradle her cub weakly while they lined the rest of the slavers up in a row and executed them all one by one with rather painful and slow-killing vibroblade thrusts. Left to bleed and die or be eaten by the predators of Dxun, the Mandalorians took the Shistavanens into the jungle and returned to camp, rather impressed by the young mother’s own ferocity and her will to defend her own cub.
Bringing her before the clan leader, the instructors explained in detail what had happened and gave their opinions on the young Shistavanen, quietly conceding she was a true warrior and deserved the right to be offered a place amongst them. If not, they would gladly help her return to safety and let a Republic patrol find her, despite their hatred for the Republic and it’s ways. Presenting her and her cub a home amongst them, Clan Dursk awaited to see what the young warrioress would say. While surprised and still in shock, she accepted their offer and allowed herself to be escorted to a new home with her young cub, Jor.
Adopting the name of Dursk for the both of them, the Dursk’s new Shistavanen members began their lives by Serena learning the Mando’a way of life herself, finding it a lifestyle she could certainly agree with and follow pretty easily. And just as she was learning, so too did Jor as he began to grow up. Walking mere months later and even speaking, Jor proved to be a curiosity amongst the other Mandalorian children. Many of them were excited to see a new child amongst them and a new potential playmate, a fellow young warrior, a potential peer to bully… The target of affection, distrust, bullying, friendship and more depending on where he went within the enclave. While a little cautious in his initial meetings with these children, Jor was quickly urged by his mother to show the strength hidden within which she had felt for so many months in her swollen pregnant belly. Taking it upon himself, Jor did just that. Any bully that came upon him was quickly put in their place with a terrifying display of aggressiveness and warrior proficiency at such a young age by use of his fangs, claws and impressive growl. The kind were put under his protection as he decided to show their kindness with the appropriate response. And the others he simply associated with, played with, worked with.
This continued in a very similar manner over the years, with Jor having carved a powerful little spot within the Clan thanks to his mother’s urging. A very gifted and determined young Mandalorian warrior, Jor excelled at the teachings of the Mandalorian people. He took education well and went beyond the call of duty in his work. Warrior training was a symbol of strength for him as no one of his age could defeat him at one on one, two on one and even three on one combat. He even made the instructor at times work hard to keep him busy with new techniques, strategies, and sometimes even sparring him. While unable to defeat his instructor initially, Jor did certainly press him more than any other student. And that fact alone gave him much notoriety amongst the Clan. Even the clan leader noted his progress with much appreciation, as well as having personal connections with his mother on a professional level and his son, Atton Dursk, most certainly had his eyes upon Serena and Jor for more than the simple fact that the both were rising Mandalorians. While cautious, Serena did accept the approaching of the scarred human with a hint of amusement but also more than a bit interested to see if his intentions were heartfelt. Jor remained neutral in the matter, though he did seem to take a liking to the man. By the age of eight, Jor was watching his mother finally marry Atton, followed by him officially adopting Jor as his son. His training from then on grew as his new father and now grandfather decided to set their eyes on Jor as the rising star for Clan Dursk. His grooming to become a true leader began in earnest.
The Clan’s Revival
8-20
8-20
With his training intensifying and his motivation growing, Jor took it into his little heart to become the best warrior he could be for his people. And he did just this as the months went by, leading his fellow kids by example. While not social at all, he did urge them on many occasions into the jungle to tackle with a number of smaller predators. Hunters becoming the prey from Mando’a children. While they did cause a number of the instructors to become rather frustrated with trying to ensure they stayed alive, they were nonetheless impressed by their guts and brawn, but also Jor’s ingenuity in setting traps, knowing how to tackle his enemy and even convincing his peers to follow him ‘into battle’ as it were. And most definitely, both of his parents were extremely pleased with his progress at such a young age. Already well-versed in several survival techniques and military strategy at the age of eight, Jor was taken under Atton’s wing immediately began training hard. Over the next five years of his young life, Jor was placed through a rigorous training regime that he excelled at. While ground warfare was not his favorite subject of study and practice, preferring to read books, analyze vids and play tactical simulators on an old computer of naval warfare, he did show his mastery of melee and hand-to-hand combat, proving especially proficient regardless of whichever due to his claws, fangs, and natural agility and wiry strength.
Taking an interest as he grew and trained in Mandalorian Weaponsmithing, Jor requested from Atton to inquire into a possible apprenticeship with the Master Weaponsmith of the Clan. And like magic almost, he was accepted to do so. With this and his standard combat and survival training, his mother sometimes wondered if he was taking on too much for his age. But contrary to what she thought, as his father suspected, he thrived under the challenge of constantly expanding his arsenal of strategies, training, techniques and more so that he could excel wherever he went.
By the age of 13 and when time had come for his initiation into manhood, Jor was considered one of the most promising young Mandalorians within the clan. Many suspected he would someday come to do great things. Especially his father and grandfather, whom both suspected he would someday come to lead Clan Dursk into greater heights, along with the Mandalorian people. On the day of his verd’goten, Jor and several other young Mandalorians were assembled and each given the task of hunting down the predators of Dxun’s massive jungles. They were given the basic idea of what to hunt for and then sent off on their task. It didn’t matter how long it took to but they needed to survive in the jungle for several days at least and return with some form of trophy from the predators.
Most of the young Mandalorians decided upon focusing on survival, with the general mindset being to hunt down a good many cannoks and return with their eyes as proof, or maybe even a small boma or maalraas. Not for Jor though. His calculating mind immediately began thinking and he came to one quick conclusion: He would hunt down a zakkeg head or not at all. While he spoke to no one of what he had in mind, the Mandalorian adults suspected that he would try for something great, especially the his grandfather, Atton and Serena, though she feared he might push too far.
Ordered to pack up and head into the jungle, the small group of youths proceeded to pack their kits with what they viewed they needed before heading out. Many chose food, survival items, and light amount of equipment. Jor instead snuck into the armory and got away with a few critical items, like a small anti-armor mine and various computer and mechanical parts, like a pair of small sensors and gears. Along with a pair of blasters, a light carbine and a heavy retractable wrist vibroblade, Jor packed a small supply of rations and set off into the jungle, a gleam in his eyes as he prowled the dark jungles for his prey.
Days went by with no success at finding a hint of a zakkeg. All the while, Jor hunted other creatures when needed, such as killing a cannok and cooking a bit of it to give himself the needed energy to keep on going while toting his arsenal. And while the other youth found their kills and some even returned home after a few days to be welcomed with open arms and lots of patting of backs, the Shistavanen Mandalorian still prowled through the jungle as he looked for one of the most dangerous predators on Dxun.
After nearly six days of searching and failing to track down a zakkeg successfully, Jor finally caught a streak of luck and found a set of tracks that proved accurate, actually happening upon a zakkeg’s cave home and nearly arousing it. Immediately pulling back and proceeding to ready himself, the young Mando’a worked hard through the day and hard through the night in preparation for his move. Quietly assembling the parts he had collected into a pair of devices, Jor finally after many hours of preparation took a short nap, gave a small prayer to Kad Ha'rangir, and made his move. Equipped with his light carbine and his wrist vibroblade, Jor attacked just as the zakkeg decided to leave it’s hole, firing a burst of shots into it’s armored carapace with little effect beyond bringing it’s attention to him and causing it to roar at him, then charge. Moving at exactly the same time, Jor led the zakkeg on a merry little chase as he zig-zagged through trees and fired shots back at the zakkeg, lightly injuring it and angering it greatly.
Finally coming into a clearing with the zakkeg approaching closely, Jor ran right through the center of the clearing… And past the pre-determined killzone he had set up. Clicking a large red button on a small hand-held remote, Jor leaped through the air just as the zakkeg stepped upon the small anti-armor mine he had placed before hand, followed by the two devices he had built earlier activating at the click of the button. Whirring to life, the two blasters he had taken were mounted upon a pair of a very simple pair of robotic swivel turrets turned their sights upon the zakkeg and opened fire, set to the highest setting they possibly could and firing burst after burst after burst into the alpha-predator’s armor carapace and face.
Meanwhile, Jor raced to the zakkeg’s rear in it’s confused state, firing shots as he ran and leaped, landing on it’s back and grabbing hold just barely onto it’s back and beginning to crawl to it’s head, just as the blasters ran out of energy and ceased firing. Enraged and certainly angry, the zakkeg stomped it’s feet and roared in rage as it tried to find Jor, not entirely realizing that he was upon it’s back till he had wrapped a arm around it’s large neck and threw aside his carbine, letting the vibroblade suddenly snap out and whir to life.
Bucking this way and that, the young Mandalorian and alpha predator were locked in a very intense combat as he tried stabbing and slashing through it’s carapace while it tried to throw him off. After a short, exhausting time though, Jor couldn’t help it and was thrown off. Roaring in delight, the zakkeg charged and swiped at him with it’s clawed front foot, slashing him across the chest and batting him aside as if he were a ragdoll, causing him to roar in pain in turn.
Deciding it was do or die time now, Jor roared a challenge at the zakkeg in a very canine-manner, getting a returning roar and charge, intending to ram him with it’s head in one last blow to finish off his swerving Mando’a opponent, finding his swerves and rolling to be aggravating. And as if the war god of the ancient Taung and Mandalorian Crusaders alike had answered his prayer, Jor’s vibroblade was aimed true and well as he sidestepped the giant creature and slashed a giant gash into it’s face and neck, hitting an artery and possibly it’s brain, effectively ending the fight as it slumped down, smoking and a death rattle coming from within as the mighty predator died.
Staggering up to it, Jor did just as he said he would do: he cut off it’s head after much hard, painful work as his broken ribs finally began being felt as his adrenaline ran out and the large gash on his face and over his eye became apparent as he realized he could not see out of his eye. Taking the head and dragging it through the jungle, the young Mando’a finally came within sight of the enclave, near-unconscious and severely wounded but proudly dragging the head of a zakkeg, to the amazement of the Mandalorians. Taken straight away to the healer, Jor was treated and, nearly a week later after his verd’goten, was finally brought before the Clan to be accepted into their ranks as a adult. And a adult of great honor at such a young age to boot. White Serena was horrified by what he had done as any mother would be, she felt a massive surge of pride just like his father and grandfather felt as their predications of greatness in the youth began to form before their eyes.
Over the next several years till the age of twenty, Jor proved to be a able and charismatic leader, being given the position of a war leader and helping protect the enclave from the dangers of Dxun, learning the ways of being a Weaponsmith and still perfecting his naval warfare understanding, steadily growing better and better. And as the whispers of war with the Republic grew through the Rim, Jor suspected that in the coming years, the Mandalorian people would have the opportunity to grow once more into a powerful people. Preparing himself for that day, he helped Clan Dursk grow in many ways, from help absorb a pair of much smaller clans into their fold via extensive persuasion and expanding their physical holdings into a number of enclaves.
The Stirrings of War
20-39
20-39
As Jor’s experience grew, so did his prowess in most forms of combat and strategy grew. Coming to the conclusion that Mandalorians would someday assemble once more, the Shistavanen began teaching the warriors of Clan Dursk what he could and acquiring new texts, simulators, and tests within Dxun for them to expand their expertise. He subtly pushed for more training within naval simulators, so as to maybe become a clan proficient at naval combat, both as marines and naval personnel aboard vessels.
While not initially accepted widely as a welcomed policy, he did sway many of the instructors and even the higher echelon into emphasizing this training, claiming they would become the best warriors within the cold confines of space out of any of the clans. Whether this was true or not, nobody knew. But the statement stood and it was a subtle challenge issued that pushed both young and old to excel at this.
As the whispers of rebellion grew to small voices, Jor went as far as to demand that he lead a space voyage to gain the clan a pair of vessels. While not large, they did have the advantage of surprise. Agreeing after much persuasion, Clan Dursk prepared for this operation being planned by Jor to possibly gain them several naval assets. The target being a very small Republic convoy going near Onderon, Clan Dursk under Jor’s command planned to take most of the vessels intact if possible. While one was a republic frigate and the others simply transports, they would give the clan a serious boost in assets.
After much planning and preparation, several squads of Mandalorian warriors were prepared for combat, given full combat kits, heavy armor and various added pieces of equipment before piling into a pair of smaller transports. Disguising themselves as a disabled personnel transport requesting aid, they would wait to let one of the vessels came to ‘rescue’ them, unknowing that a full Mandalorian attack force would be waiting the moment they opened their airlock to them. They would board whichever vessel decided to stupidly dock with them and take over as quickly as possible while their second transport would make a small hyperjump into the area and board the same vessel or another one. The hope would be that the frigate would dock, being larger and not carrying cargo unlike it’s transports protectees… But they had no way of knowing what would happen. Simply hoping for the best, the operation got a go and they lay in waiting, with Jor on the transport, ready to be the first one onto the Republic vessel to lead in capturing the vessel and gaining much satisfaction against the Republic.
The plan went off without a hitch, with the convoy falling for the trap, as little pirate or raider activity had been in the area for several months. The frigate actually flew in to dock, just as they had hoped, and just as the airlock opened between the two vessels, the Mandalorian boarding party let out a massive roar of furious rage that none of the Republic personnel on that vessel had ever heard in their lives. Rushing on board, they proceeded to begin taking down the surprised Republic forces in quick order. Taking down security personnel as if they were flies and slaughtering the naval personnel, the Mandalorian force suffered few casualties as they raided the bridge, effectively taking the vessel. Assuming command, Jor took control as trained personnel took the weapons, navigation, sensors, and other critical stations so as to turn the vessel around, sending a very verbal threat to the transports to surrender or be destroyed. With a warship’s weaponry aimed right at them, the transports decided it was in their best interests to surrender.
With the second transport vessel hyperjumping in and boarding the Republic transports, the Mandalorians quickly escaped into hyperspace before any nearby police forces or further Republic forces came to their aid, with the operation proving a success. Upon returning home to Dxun’s surface, Jor was praised as a military genius and several other smaller clans immediately gave their support to Clan Dursk after hearing of what they had done. Just the first of many such operations going on throughout the galaxy, Jor participated in a naval aspect for several years, leading the combined clans in many minor attacks against the Republic’s assets in nearby systems. Whether an advisor to other clans or leading his own forces, he grew in experience and proved to be a tactical and strategic expert in naval matters, even with the little resources available to him and his forces. This continued up until the year upon which the Mandalorian Clans finally chose a new Mandalore and the subtle warring upon the Republic became a full on war after so many years to reclaim their territories.
As the Mandalorians came together and began combining their assets once again and assaulting the Republic, Clan Dursk provided much needed naval support in critical areas, with Jor leading and proving his expertise in such matters by leading them to victory in many skirmishes, especially over Mandalore itself when he was able to successfully defeat a Republic cruiser with his few smaller vessels, preventing a stream of transports from being engaged and easily destroyed that were delivering troops and critical supplies to the surface so that Mandalore might be taken.
Now a veteran and one of the many brilliant Mandalorian leaders actively leading by example throughout the galaxy against their enemies, Jor has been promoted to the rank of Rear Admiral and prepares to lead his troops into battle yet again, whether they be of Clan Dursk or any other clan, so long as they might defeat their enemies.
RP Sample:
Oh, how long he had waited for a opportunity like this...
To lead men and women, Mandalorians, into battle with the power of a true navy under his command against the Republic cowards. They didn't stand a chance against the might and rage of the Mandalorian people. They had been embarrassed for too many years, since The Betrayer had backstabbed his own people by signing away their rights as Mando'a! But now was the time for cin vhetin. Time to wipe that part of their past clean and replace it with a clear, new future for their people.
A smirk grew upon the lips of the Shistavanen as he sat in his command chair aboard a large cruiser, hearing the quiet humming of the vessel, watching fighters soar silently by in the deep of space, a number of smaller Mandalorian vessels coming into sight from his viewport. And dead ahead, a slightly larger Republic fleet heading straight for them. But as if he could see through that amount of space and into the very eyes of the commanding officer of that fleet, he could feel, even smell the fear of the enemy as they realized they were facing the might of a very angry Mandalorian people. And they knew deep down... They had no chance. Chuckling rather darkly, Jor tapped a key on his arm rest and spoke into the intercom, speaking to the Mandalorian battle fleet.
"Brothers... Sisters... We have long awaited true glory in many a battle. We have itched to gain vengeance, to set right what was wrong, to feel the adrenaline in our veins of true battle..." A pause, and every voice could be heard hushing as if waiting. "... And that time has come. All hands to battle stations. We go to war today like our ancestors of old. We will make the name Mandalorian a name to be feared again. Jate'kara! Ib'tuur jatne tuur ash'ad kyr'amur!" And with that, he keyed the intercom off, only to hear a massive cheer throughout the bridge, echoing within the vessel, and heard even over the COM channels as they rushed to meet their foes. A feeling of satisfaction filled the middle-aged Shistavanen as he heard that motivated, passion-filled roar. His people were alive once more.
Will be easy to work on after June 30th-ish.