Clan Shukur

[duraanir]

Duraanir stared at his assembled Clan Leiutenants. His brother, A'den, stood to Duraanirs right. On Duraanirs left stood, Atin, his son. While on the other side of Atin stood Brokar, Duraanirs best friend, and the last person in the room was not chosen by Duraanir. Ori, had been an excptional Clan member, he specialised in demolitions, weapons, dueling, and many other skills. But he was ruthless and somtimes took mistook what was honorable and what wasn't. Duraanir turned to Brokar.
"Have all the clans members arrived yet?"
Brokar glanced up with a moments hesitation. "Only 50 could make it."
Duraanir stared back. Brokar knew how much Duraanir hated the republic for what they did. He had been present for the death of their former Mandalore. He hadn't touched their former leader. Their was no honor in that type of killing. He may had been dishonorable but he didn't deserve a dishonorable death. But he didn't intervene as his comrades ripped Mandalore to shreds. Ori was there, he delivered the death blow as far as Duraanir could tell.
Duraanir turned his attention to A'den. "Ok, lets go see them."

[duraanir]

Deep in the moons jungle terrain a small cave entrance was could be seen if you stood directly in front of it. But unlike the rest of the cave formations in the area this one was occupied. Inside, hidden from the rest of the moon, 50 mandalorians from the Shukur clan stood. Waiting for their leader to speak to them. They all had been persecuted and forced from their homes, he republic had spoken of sanctuary to its more 'civilized' members, but what did the Mandalorians get? Poodoo. They were treated like scum. The crowed chatted amongst themselves. telling of how even their home world of mandalore had been stripped of their own kind. But the crowed hushed as Duraanir, leader of Clan shukur, took his place on the podium at the front.
"Su'cuy Ner Vode." (Hello brothers) Duraanir stared around at the warriors. "We have been forced from our homes. We've been treated with biasism. We have been seperated from our families. We're foreced to abandon our culture." Duraanir paused for effect. "A republic that doesnt understand us let alone try to, makes our decisions for us. We did not agree to this, we didnt want it. We were forced into it like common slaves." A rumble of resent ran through the crowed. "It is our time to take back what is rightfully ours!" A cheer went up. "Our name was once respected now the word Mandalorian is used as a curse." Duraanir looked into each face as he glanced around the cave. "In the lower caverns of this system there is enough weapons to figt a guerillia war. We dont have the numbers to fight them on a galatic scale but we have the heart to do it."
Ori stepped in front of Duraanir. "then let us fight them our way, Let us attack their civilians. Let us burn their cities. Let us kill their children, We will gain their respect through their fear!" A third of the men present grunted their agreement. Duraanir would love to make an example out of Ori. To through him out of clan shukur. But if he did that then the men who agreed with Ori would follow him.
"Vod, we do not kill innocents when their is nothing to gain. We do not slaughter like the animals they make us out to be. When the time comes we will fight back, and regain what is ours by right" Ori was about to retort when Duraanir cut him off. "Until then we will go to ground. We will give the republic no reason to think we are planning anything until we are ready to make our move. Am I clear?" More then 2/3s gave their consent. Although Duraanir noted that Ori and ten of his more loyal men did not.

[Jenno]

(Please don't double-post IC. If you want, I can NPC a character, but no double posting IC.)

[Ashi]

(Uuh... sometimes the best and most important roleplays are done with only one writer. I understand your concerns about double posting when there are two+ players, but when there is only one person telling the story double posting is almost unavoidable. Duraanir knows the difference between the two, as do I and everyone else should [if they don't know already] be told. It's important to remember the difference between the two, even more so because you're an admin/mod. As my ex described it, "It's a fanfic, important to the plot, maybe, but it's a fanfic.")

[Jenno]

(thanks for the totally unnecessary lesson of the finer points of RP. Pardon me, I posted that at about 5 am and thought I had assigned another mandalorian to this story. But I suppose should thank you for trying to act in the RP's best interests. Duraanir, sorry about that, you may continue.)

[Kiriin Radd]

Kiriin stood among the throng of brothers. Although he was not of this clan he wasn't questioned either. His clan had been decimated during the war and as far as he was concerned, the last of his clan. He stood as a bastion for all of Mandalore.

A silent obelisk in the center of war hungry Mandalorians. He did not agree with this Ori, nor did he agree with the clan leaders decision to not discipline the boy. He awaited for the leader to speak.

[duraanir]

Duraanir glanced again across the crowed. He knew each of his clan by heart, but there was a new comer in the group. He didn't recognise the armor or what clan he could be from but he would find out later.
"For now we will contact the other clans members. We will rally our forces and prepare for war." Duraanir stared hard at Ori. "I will assign jobs and missions to each of you." Duraanir turned toward his Lieutenants. "I will be with you in a moment." they nodded and headed into the back cavern. Ori turned to one of his more cruel friends. Duraanir stepped off the podium and stepped toward the new comer. "Suc'uy Ner vod. What Aliit are you from?"

[Kiriin Radd]

Kiriin had started leave with the rest when his HUD chirped at him about the clan leader approaching him. He stopped and turned to greet the leader as he was asked about his clan.

Greetings Vod. My Aliit is taab'echaaj'la. They are no more. I am the last my brother. You may call me Vod Radd though.

[duraanir]

"Welcome Vod Radd." Duraanir said checking his datapad. "Will you be willing to help us on our journey to redmeption?" Duraanir said selecting a mission.

[Kiriin Radd]

Yes brother, i will get skira for what they did. Haat, ijaa, haa'it Vod.

Kiriin extended his right arm waiting for the leader's response.

Truth, Honor, Vision, brother. What is my first mission?

[duraanir]

Duraanir let a small grin reach his lips. "Vor entye, we need all the help we can get." Duraanir handed the data pad over to Kiriin.
"There is a loyal arms dealer on Nar Shaddaa. We need some twenty kilos of thermal plastice, ten missile tubes, and fifty standard blaster rifles." Duraanir moved accessed a new screen on the pad. "Here are authorization codes to one of my shuttles, its a Shrike Class transport on dock 47." Duraanir bowed his head slightly. "Good luck, vod."

OOC: rpggamer.org/stats.php?page=d6/d6shrike.html
the ship

[Kiriin Radd]

It will be taken care of brother. I also appreciate the transport, I've been wanting to get my hands on one of those for awhile. Love to tinker with them. I will report when I am successful Farewell brother.

Kiriin turned and headed in the direction where he had been told the ship was docked. Mandalorians always got the job done. He would do this, but he was disappointed he would not get to hunt. On the other hand he had to be patient, the hunt would come soon enough.

He barked out: Oya! Oya!, as he left.