Ask [Contruum] Remembered Embers

[Hokaan Veren]

Spoiler: Briefing

Participants: @Mysha Kelborn + @Reiel Mal Crowholde + @Hokaan Veren (preferably armorer or death watch related)
Thanks to some gathered intelligence we know that a Mandalorian Armorer has long since been under the employ of the Contruum Ship Yards. The Armorer has a tribe of their own that follows them and operates a few miles outside of Torian City. Some of them are descendants of those that worked at Kalevala Spaceworks or MandalMotors before moving for one reason or another. Now they are employees of the Ship Yards. They do not trust the recent arrival and have kept their distance even from the mercenary battlegroup so do not expect them to warm up to your presence. All the same, their few numbers limit what they can do. Travel to their remote hideout on the surface of Contruum and take with you a hundred kilograms of beskar. They have foundlings that deserve to have a suit of their own. But before you even manage to speak with them, beware, these are still jungles and dangerous predators are known to prowl in the shadows.

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A dense mid-sized ship yard orbited Contruum Prime and further away from the brown and blue planet were two moons of slightly different sizes and positions. A moderate amount of space traffic appeared on the ship dashboard in front of Hokaan.

The system had a substantial economy since it was relatively close to not one but two different hyper lanes. But the system boasted borium mines that attracted the Mining Guild and other investors. The Shereshoy class space station was a point of interest that was even visible now to the Mandalorian as he continued to make his approach.

The ship yards were perhaps the most well known export of the region. Light freighters and hyperspace capable shuttles were moving between the civilian and commercial areas of the world. Already Hokaan had spotted a few Mandalorian designed vessels that could be privately owned or belong to the ex-crusader mercenary warband operating in the area.

All of these attractions might not normally be enough to warrant so much traffic through the Contruum system but perhaps the fact that an effective advertising agency could have something to do with it. The Legacy Agency was most famous for the Strength and Unity poster that became popular during the time of the Galactic Republic. The agency had managed to keep itself afloat much like the rest of the industrial titans that had established themselves millenia ago.

Thinking of old established groups, the Veren could not help but think about the Kelborn clan. They were the most numerous Mandalorians in the system before the ex-Crusaders had arrived. Neither the Kelborn clan nor the Loyalists-turned-mercenaries that Hokaan was meeting with today. There were the descendants of Kalevala Space Works and MandalMotors somewhere near Torian City. It was these groups of Mandalorians that had the ideas and the skills to craft warmachines. They had the ear and the respect of the local ship yards so it would be their favor that Rancor Squadron needed.

This was Hokaan’s first mission working under Rancor Squadron’s banner. But it was also his first time working with Reiel Crowholde or Mysha Kelborn. They had met briefly on Mandalore during the festivities. Perhaps there would be more partying ahead with just as much brawling if it was going to be hosted by Mandalorians. But that would only happen if things went well. If things went poorly there was still a chance for hands to be thrown and then some. For now, Hokaan would head towards Torian City.

@Killa Ree @Forsythe Crowholde

 

[Reiel Mal Crowholde]

Heading out to Torian City now. Don't worry, it's just basic Mando stuff. I'll be back before you know it. Take care, cyare. Love you.

They had been together for years and yet telling her sorcerer that she loved him (and hearing it from him in return) never failed to make Reiel blush. With a soft smile on her face she hit send, knowing that Carrick (@Nefieslab) would definitely want an update from her before and after her expeditions. The small Mandalorian then pocketed her newly acquired NalPhone before disembarking from the freighter she had hitched a ride in.

Just like the old times, the newly-minted Crowholde'alor mused to herself with a smile as she waved goodbye at the dysfunctional but kind group of merchants who owned the ship. They didn't have to apologize about not having Torian City in their itinerary but there they went anyway, repeatedly asking for her forgiveness and offering her their finest hospitality in turn. Reiel was too embarrassed to decline, so in turn she had offered them her security services instead and made sure that no one would harass them as they jumped from one planet to the next before reaching Contruum.

The small Mandalorian was proud to be working with the Rancor Squadron, and not because she had rank in the group. They were working for the betterment of their fellow Mandalorians and Mandalore itself. She had let go of her misgivings regarding the disappearances of Fenyang Ordo and Nox Solus and chose to focus on the present. Picking on the missing Mand'alore's disappearances would only bring nothing but stagnation and ill will, and honestly speaking Reiel was tired of that crap. She determined that she would rather focus on the help she could provide for her people.

Her armor was repainted today in shades of green and black. Almost a perfect camouflage amid the jungles of Contruum, except for the fact that Reiel could be so damn loud if she wanted to – whether if it was being chatty, being too bright with her laughter, or being too absorbed in songs she would rather sing out loud than mostly keep to herself.

The Crow walked on, mindful of her surroundings, one hand lax but always ready for a quick draw of one of the blasters on her hip in case someone decided that it was a good day to lose either their life or their family jewels. She hummed a soft tune under her breath, walking, walking, walking, until her gaze alighted upon a familiar armor a few meters ahead of her.

Reiel grinned then swiftly made a beeline towards her fellow Mandalorian as quietly as she could muster – but of course with the heavy armor on it was nigh impossible. Still, she fell in step beside him, her demeanor relaxing even further, grin hidden by her helmet and her gaze now locked straight ahead.

"'Sup," she said by way of greeting, soft voice rising with an amused lilt to it. "Seen Mysha Kelborn around?"

Of course she hadn't forgotten Kotii's silent but loyal Shadow that day in the Citadel. Reiel already had a feeling that it would be an honor working with her and Hokaan Veren in this mission.

@Darasuum @Killa Ree

 

[Mysha Kelborn]

The armorer didn't waste any time.

It was time to build more connections with more of her people; she knew the little Crowholde, but was a stranger to Hokaan.

Striding behind the two, she stealthed behind Reiel, before slinging an arm over the other woman's shoulder, her voice a light, mellow tone in greeting.

"Little Krow, you should know I'm never far behind," she greeted in casual Basic, her voice heavily accented. Still, she released the woman easily, and nodded to the Veren with a slight tilt of her visor.

"Let's give a proper greeting to my kin."

@Darasuum @Forsythe Crowholde

 

[Hokaan Veren]

Hokaan's personal Z-wing cooled down in a private hangar and from it, he loaded four camtonos onto a rented cargo skimmer. Inside each of the secure containers were twenty five kilograms worth of beskar. It was not until the Alor of Clan Crowholde arrived that the man felt a bit more at ease.

The Veren was about to respond but he stiffened momentarily at Mysha Kelborn's entrance before relaxing. Taking a breath he calmed himself down and steadied his nerves. Even though the warrior's helmet obscured his face Hokaan knew his rigidity and jerkiness at first would be a little awkward.

"Do you mind if I drive?" He asked the two ladies since he was sure they both outranked him in Rancor Squadron hierarchy and as leaders of their respective clans. Hokaan was just a simple verd of clan Veren, loyal to House Solus and a lieutenant in Rancor Squadron.

"How have you been since I last saw you...at the Citadel." Thinking back to it in the moment, the Mandalorian slicer had not really introduced himself properly to anyone. Aside from the oath he took towards the end and the subsequent festivities there had been little interaction. "Sorry I didn't introduce myself. Did you enjoy the party?" He had seen them on Mandalore and there was more than one fight that had taken place. As they traveled towards the outskirts of Torian City the young Mandalorian was curious to learn more about his comrades.

@Forsythe Crowholde @Killa Ree