Call the Banners

[Arcangel]

(Open to Mandalorian Dominion members, particularly those loyal to House Vizsla, all others please ask.)

Planet: Mandalore
Location: Castle Vizsla
Time: 1800​

War was coming. It brewed on the borders of Mandalorian space. The Sith Empire clamored at their northern, western, and eastern borders, with only the south a haven of independent space. The Jedi, untrustworthy in their holy crusade, distant, barring the jungle planet of Onderon, a zone of guaranteed conflict trapped between Sith and Dominion space. Already word poured in of incursions into Dominion space, small but impossible to ignore.

With war coming, House Vizsla needed to asses the quality of the soldiers loyal to it, needed to procure allies, needed to rise to the top, as always. Caedryn Vizsla waited, sitting the throne that overlooked the gathering of warriors. He was clad in Mandalorian armor of an ancient design that hearkened back to the crusades of old, the durasteel plates painted a deep blue, the color of his house. On his hip, a vibrosword sheathed in a scabbard, bearing his house crest. Less prominently featured was the Sunspear Heavy Blaster Pistol holstered on his right hip, grip forward.

Assembled before him were representatives of all the clans loyal to House Vizsla. Clans Vizsla, Priest, and Wren being the largest and most prominent, but by no means the only ones. Caedryn's eyes scanned the crowd. Warriors all, he hoped they would make him proud in the times to come. Because war was coming.

@Jacob Flores @Dav Wren @Mirdala Priest

 

[Dav Wren]

All you had to do was look at the star maps to know what was coming. The darjetii were all around them and the jetii could not be counted on for anything. The Republic dogs had fallen much to his personal happiness. In their place the Mando'ade had risen up to take back the galaxy.

In order to do that they needed strong leadership, loyal and skilled warriors and a plan. House Vizsla could give all those things. What was more, they had the ruthlessness most of the other Houses lacked. Certainly that the Republic had lacked and now they were thrown on the rubbish pile.

The greater galaxy in his decade away from home had just reinforced childhood lessons. You didn't have the luxury of mercy or being soft. When you were down you could expect your enemies to swarm around you looking for your throat. So you didn't let that happen, ever.

Caedryn Vizsla had called on all loyal members of the House. Dav Wren stood among them in his battered, faded black plate. In Mandalorian fashion he was armed to the teeth even now. But any weapon was useless without the skill and willingness to use it.

He took in the others and he reserved his judgement until the Duke spoke.

@Arclight

 

[Mirdala Priest]

Sh'ehn Priest
Castle Vizsla, Mandalore

Recently all Legion Scouts were issued Tactical Reconnaissance Armor, painted in the colors of House and Clan. Deep blue for Vizsla, only my shoulder pauldrons were painted red for Priest. Comfortable, not gonna lie.

Mandalorians from various clans filled the throne room, some talking amongst themselves, others standing attentively before Duke Caedryn. Hands behind my back, at ease, I kept to myself. Years in the field, just you, maybe another with you on occasion - well, ya start to feel uncomfortable in social settings. I'd found keeping quiet helped to ease the anxiety.

War wasn't anything new to our people, we were built by it. Given the unified armor push, the outward reaching alliances of the Houses...a war unlike anything our generation had seen was waiting, just beyond our borders. I planned on viewing that rising sun tucked away through a high powered optic.
@Arclight

 

[Darasuum]

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Standing out as well as apart was the figure in coal black armor detailed with a contrasting orange. Donar Skirata of the house of the same name was the only Skirata present as far as he could tell but was not discomforted by his relative solitude. He had a responsibility to his family, his clan, house and the dominion. He was here to encourage the unity of the people and lead by example. Maybe he would be seen as quixotic but such opinions towards him would not deter him from the just path. The doctor still nodded to the few that acknowledged his presence. They were still all brothers and sisters in his eyes.

Like the others he was fully kitted out with his regular gear and waited for any address by Caedryn. He provided respect by removing his helmet so that his face was visible and in the presence of others as well as indoors. The man held it under the crook of his left arm and waited to spectate any coming occurrences. There were benefits to both sides for any alliance that could be devised. After all it was house Vizsla and Kryze who put Skirata in power so long ago when the shamed house of Genet had tried to take over the colony world by force. Now he wondered if the ancestors of each were rolling in their graves and how many youths cursed the ancients for their decisions.

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[vamp]

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Although he had not paid much attention to Mandalorian politics lately, Nes still found time and motivation to attend a sort of call to arms for members of House Vizsla. He supposed he was loyal to his clan and house, and decided that it was important to at least show support by being present to whatever this was.

He was sitting down, clad in the heavy CCT armor that everyone else seemed to have already discarded. His helmet was off, placed on his lap, and he'd been silent since coming in. Nes had no contacts faction-wise, which made his attendance here even more important. Perhaps something would come out of this.

 

[MaskedMosquito]

Mandalorians. They had their Clans. Their Houses. Their Traditions. Everything about them seemed ancient. It seemed as though they'd been this way for a millennium, operating he same way their ancestors had in years long forgotten. Te'Veen understood none of it. Why would they willingly segregate themselves? Any decent leader knows that a nation unified is always stronger than one that's fractured. From what little Te'Veen knew about the Mandalorian culture, it seemed like the Houses fought each other just as often as they fought outsiders. The Mandalorians were not a unified people. Not really anyways. But then again, one could argue that The Republic was just as divided.

Te'Veen stood in the room, alone and surrounded by strangers. Years prior, and he may have fought these men and women, yet now they were his allies. He looked around slowly at the others. Their armor all painted with the colors of their clans and house. Te'Veen was in stark contrast. He was new blood. As such, his armour was barren. He had no official loyalties to any house or clan, though he didn't really understand that yet.

Why was Te'Veen here? It was simple. Although Te'Veen had no business walking into a meeting of House Vizla, he had come to offer his loyalty. He had come with the purpose of earning his place. Of all the houses, it was House Vizla that Te'Veen identified with. They were aggressive and ambitious; qualities Te'Veen admired and aspired to show. So, Te'Veen had chosen house Vizla to make his home. Now he was determined to give them a reason to accept him into their fold.

 

[Arcangel]

It was time. Duke Caedryn stood from the low throne on which he had sat, the throne of House Vizsla. The talking warriors slowly hushed their speaking, as one by one they noticed that their Duke had stood to address them. He stepped forward to the edge of the raised dais on which his throne sat, a hand resting easily on the pommel of his sword. Once more his eyes scanned the crowd. Plenty of warriors here. All loyal to House Vizsla. Except. A Skirata? Interesting. And a few clanless, surely here to pledge their loyalty.

Standing tall over the assembled warriors, Caedryn couldn't help but feel proud, and hopeful. "War is coming." He started off low, the crowd hushing more to hear his words. "War is coming to the galaxy. Five years of waiting, building, preparing." Pause. Looking about the room. "This will be a war unlike any the galaxy has not seen for hundreds, if not thousands of years." The approaching conflict indeed looked to be one that could devastate the galaxy. "And where will House Vizsla be? Where will clan Wren and Priest be? I will tell you where." Hand slowly moving to grasp the hilt of his sword. "We will be at the vanguard of the Mand'alor's Crusade! Worlds will burn before our might! The Sith, the Jedi, the Imperial Army, they will all tremble and quake in fear at the sight of our banners on the field of battle!" Sword ringing clear through the hushed room as he drew it from his sheath and raised it high in the air. "TO WAR!" he shouted, thrusting his sword in the air as he spoke.

@Dav Wren @Mirdala Priest @Darasuum @Comrade Matt @MaskedMosquito

 

[Dav Wren]

Caedryn Vizsla stepped forward and the crowd went silent. They all watched him with anticipation, eager to hear what was to be said. Dav counted himself among them as he looked up to the Duke on his raised dais.

His lips briefly twitched into the hint of a smile, unseen beneath his visor. How very much like a Hutt, making us crane our necks.

Vizsla was a strong speaker though, he thought as he listened. Starting off slow and quiet, building the intensity and volume. Whoever taught him earned their pay. He found the same intensity building inside himself, guided by Caedryn's voice.

As the brief speech reached it's zenith, Dav found himself with the others thrusting their fists into the sky like the Duke's sword.

"OYA VIZSLA! OYA MANDALORE!"

 

[Mirdala Priest]

Sh'ehn Priest

Duke Vizsla's words were brimming with passion, a confidence and ferver in his people, and goosebumps formed on my arms as excitement filled the throne room. Like an electric blanket, those loyal to House Vizsla buzzed as they clung to his words war, promises of conquest. As Duke Caed's war blade cleared it's sheath, my hand fell to my Beskad hanging from a baldric under my left arm. As my blade whipped free, I lifted it high, a shout clearing my throat.
"Darasuum kote, par Vizsla!"

At the vanguard he had said. Daaaamn right.

 

[Darasuum]

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A rousing speach, one the likes of which would potentially even be repeated in the future as the days ahead would even be counted among the history records. He did not disagree with the words said by Caedryn but he was not in full mood of joining in the cheers. As a doctor and experienced warrior equally he knew just as much if not more about the costs of war. He saw first hand the carnage and atrocities committed by great men. He prayed now, silently, to any of the mandalorian gods that may be watching that the Dominion did not lose its way. Let the wrath of the Dominion be wrought upon the deserving, the sith and all their terrible crimes against the galaxy, specifically his comrades.

Donar stayed silent as the fists struck breast plates, arms raised high and voices roared. His gaze unflinching stared towards Caedryn with a look of agreement. Still he was not fully accepted and on the same level as the man's kinsmen, even if they were all sons and daughters of mand'alor. The Skirata house had many assets it could provide and work in concert with the other houses. He wanted the endeavors of the Dominion to succeed and the ideals they all shared to be achieved.

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[JDF]

Jaycob slipped into the throne room making sure to not let the door slam behind him. He was fashionably late. He had just gotten his armor repainted for this special occasion but he didn't account for the time it would take to dry. By the time he got in, the crowd was cheering Oya this Oya that. So, Jaycob decided to just let the war cries cover his entrance. Even though he wasn't able to listen to Caedryn's fantastic crowd speaking skills, he did know one thing. War is inevitable and it was coming fast. He had wandered around asking nobody in particular what had just happened.

"Willing to fill me in? I was in the bathroom." He lied.

 

[MaskedMosquito]

At first, Te'Veen was bored with the whole ordeal, but as Caedryn stood, his attention peaked. The man did a good job spurring his followers forward. He was motivational to say the least. Te'Veen soon found himself cheering with the rest of the gathered, chanting Mandalorian phrases that he didn't even really understand, though it's not like he cared. Either way, Te'Veen was ready to fight and die for this man.