Reshi was silent as the others spoke, listening and thinking. It wasn't like she hadn't expected this, she knew Nox well enough to know he wouldn't have gathered them here for idle chitchat. She had not objected when Kotii had claimed leadership of the clan, as far as she was concerned anyone...
Reshi had attended more than one such gathering, the only difference was that this time there would be no rabid fools present to deal with. Or at least she hoped that would be the case. The coward would be Alor of theirs had run off with most of that crowd, so she expected to be in the presence...
Reshi did not care for titles and accolades, but she would be dammed if she let a darjetti claim leadership above them. This whole situation left a sour taste in her mouth, but there was always another layer of shit to find you continued digging. And this was a hole of their own making, one that...
There were some things in life that were certain, she would fight to protect her family, she would never back down from a fight, and the absolute certainty that she would die if she faced the figure who had showed up on Mandalore. She didn't care about the fleet, a fast and nimble ship could get...
Reshi chuckled at the man's response, and the condescending tone of his voice. "Child, huh? Very well then, why don't you teach this child a few lessons?" She stepped up to face him, spitting venom, ready to cut him down there and then if required. "You speak of the six tenets," she demanded...
Reshi had come to hear, to watch, to observe. You never knew when you might hear something that might sway your stance on something, so maybe she had come with the hope that someone might do that today. Hope, it brought nothing but disappointment, and pain. And yet it gave you strength, strength...
Reshi walked up with Thane as the Vizsla offered up a means to access the black-box's data. As Thane connected the black-box to the datapad, a small crowd started gathering around them. Mandalorians were anything if not inquisitive.
Words in Mando'a played out of the the datapad, the last...
Reshi nodded in agreement and understand, making for the nearest corpse and pulling off the helmet. Though not squimish around death, she wasn't really used to digging around inside a helmet with a half-melted head inside. Still, she managed to pry out the comm unit within.
As Thane headed...
The squad that Reshi had left behind were not strictly under her command, they were simply a mishmash of contracts who had come together for this one job. But when she had taken the lead near the crash-site they had silently agreed to follow. Not because they had agreed she would lead on this...
Reshi, was sitting in the back of a transport ship, one of a small crew of warriors that had been hired for a job off world. She was busy examining her weapon when the comms came alive. "Chatter up ahead, looks like there's a republic vessel inbound. Moving to intercept and support. Hand tight."...
Reshi smiled behind her helmet when Wolf agreed to take the flamethrower, there was definitely something special about a flamethrower but the ability to zip around in the air just seemed too cool for her to pass up. Who knew when she'd get another chance to get her hands on one.
"Let's ride,"...
Reshi, drink in one hand, straw in another, was in a little bit of a predicament when Kaisa showed up. She knew some of the clan had a hard-on for the old ways, and she assumed they would want her to keep her helmet on. Normally she would be alright with that, but they were all family here, and...
Solus Camp, Lothal
OOC: Open to all Mandalorians.
The Mandalorian people had been dying a slow death for many a day, their numbers a fraction of what they once were, their armies scattered, their fleets long since lost. Scattered, weakened, and sometimes forgotten, they had fallen far from the...
Again, Reshi was glad that it was Wolf who she would be working this gig with. He knew what to do and what to say to keep up the charade, to get the Rodian where they needed him. Had she been unlucky enough to run into any of the more dung-brained specimens of Mandalorian culture things would...
Reshi laughed behind her helmet, she had lost track of the number of "friends" her sister had shot because they had pissed her off. It was more or less how she showed affection, it was when she pulled out her blade that you really had to worry. "Oh you know," she replied, "still the same. I'm...
Reshi listened quietly as Ramail spoke, nodding when she was done and got to her feet. "Very well," she said, taking the binoculars from the other Mandalorian and slipping it back into the small haversack slung at her side, "divide and conquer it is. I'm a little light on the thermal detonator...
A few moments later a shadow fell across the cantina entrance, a seeming large and intimidating shadow whose source stood right behind the entrance. But a moment later it shrank as the speeder that had been blasting its lights right behind the figure to create the illusion of a gargantuan...
While Ramail surveyed the outpost, Reshi went about methodically inspecting her carbine, operating almost on autopilot given how often she had done this. It was almost a ritual now, something she did before each mission.
What Ramail conveyed over the comms wasn't good, pretty bad actually. But...
Unnamed Lookout, Pzob
She could feel her armor systems straining under the strain of the extreme weather, it had been in her family for generations and while some of the electronics had been updated not too long ago, the rest were showing their age. Her scanners weren't working as well as she...
With everyone gathering in the alleyway, Reshi made her way over, arriving as the last arrival, the mercenary from the descriptions, spoke up. "You shouldn't tempt fate like that friend," she said to the man as she reached the group, "brings bad luck. The name's Reshelle, and this must be all of...