House Solus

[Raz Solus]

OOC: Open to all Mandos that wanna observe this! Don't derail please <3


Today was a big day. The biggest day in the history of Solus thus far. Today was the day Solus would officially be recognized as a House.

Raz had called a summit of key House and Clan leaders, and they would meet at an encampment on Mandalore. It was a long, hard journey to get here and she hoped this would be the stepping stone towards becoming a major player for the Mandalorian people. Raz was adorned fully in her Beskar’gam, her badger insignia proudly displayed. She was in a war tent that was open for others to join her. In the middle of it was a table that had the map of the galaxy, and it had the spaces Solus had helped conquered marked.

She would wait for the others to gather before she presented her case to them. She had rallied together several other clans, and she had even managed to bring Vizsla under her banner. It was time to take the final step and have all the current leaders of the Mandalorian people to all agree to recognize Solus as a House. To say that she was nervous was an understatement. Raz Solus was usually seen as fearless, and it was easy to present as such when under a helmet. Sweat lined her forehead, and she was beyond nervous about this pivotal and historic moment.

Raz began to pace back and forth, flexing and releasing her fingers from fists. She ran what she would say within her mind several times, and each time she began to second guess herself. In the end, she knew she had a strong case. The main clans had swore their allegiance already, and many of those men and women were surrounding the encampment. Saxon, Rau, Eldar, Wren, Vizsla and Kelborn all encircled the camp - one of the few times so many varying clans could stand together united like this. It was an impressive display for the clan leaders to walk upon, and they would know right away that this was a major shift in how the clans had operated in the past.

This was the beginning of the unification of the Mandalorian people, and it began with House Solus at the helm.

 

[Leandros Solus]

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This was a monumental occasion.

For so many years, Clan Solus lived in obscurity, resigned to toil away at menial jobs and to serve in minor conflicts. For so long, the clan was nothing more than a group of scattered nomads, each serving in some manner elsewhere, but not as a unified group. That time ended just months prior to this day – the Badgers of Clan Solus were tired of their anonymity; tired of their Sith oppressors; tired of their people’s lack of motivation to throw off the shackles of imprisonment and to bring the fight to their Imperial overlords. No, today signified something greater – Clan Solus was to be recognized as House Solus. They had worked so hard and fought for so long to reach this moment. Leandros was there every step of the way; from the reunification of the clan to the unification of other clans under their banner. He followed behind Raz faithfully throughout the journey, and he swelled with pride at the fruits of their labor finally being shown.

He was clad in his black-and-red armor, the identifiers of a Field Marshal and Jaig eyes engraved on its surface. On his hip hung his beskad and his lightsaber on one side, while the other had his pistol. His rifle was slung across his back, though he did not expect to use it this day. No, this was a moment to celebrate. To offer thanks to the gods. To strategize and plan the next step of the Mandalorian Rebellion.

Raz sent the call out to the clans to meet in an encampment on Mandalore, their ancestral homeworld. Around the central tent where Raz would present her case were the other clans rallying to the call. Saxon, Eldar, Wren, Vizsla, Kelborn, Rau – all assembled and ready to hear the words of his Alor.

Leandros stood in the entrance to the tent for a few moments, watching Raz pace back and forth. Even with her face fully concealed, he could tell she was some degree of nervous. He understood; this was an incredibly important moment in their lives, and he knew she was running through every scenario in her mind about what to and what not to say to guarantee the support of those assembled.

”Gar jivaor varbe,” he said, stepping fully into the tent, ”An ibac o'er cuyir va jate par gar jahaal.” He chuckled lightly and walked over to her, planting a hand on her shoulder and steadying the woman, ”Val cuyir olar jorcu val copaanir at cuyir olar,” he said, tilting his head behind him to the outside world, ”Val copaanir at cuyir chur gar.”

He looked at Raz, releasing his hand and patting her on the side of her helmet, ”Mhi an cuyir.” He winked and gave a stupid grin from beneath his helmet that she would not see and shrugged, tapping the side of his blaster, ”Narir va o'er, Ni malyasa'yr saca etid meh val bu'la'ya kat.” He chuckled again, throwing up a finger gun and pointing it at Raz. He was in a jovial mood today. Ever since getting his armor back – with Raz’s help – he was in high spirits. He owed his life to her for more reasons than he could count, but he could at least start to repay her favor by being here for her today at such an important time. "Ni draar narir vor entye par gaa'tayl ni. Da'ha."

 

[Narir Solus]

Narir Solus had known Raz for years, and for all that time, he couldn't remember a time when she seemed this nervous. She was fearless and had managed to rally together dozens of Mandalorians which turned into Clans, and now a House. He couldn't have been more proud of what she had done, and whether she recognized what she had done or not, her entire Clan - dozens of headstrong and happy Badgers - had her back.

As an Al'Verde in Solus and one of Raz's best friends, he was sure to make it to the meeting even if it meant he had to fly halfway across the galaxy to make it happen. He was going to be there to have her back. Adorned in his own Beskar'gam that carried badger insignias, he made his way into the room. He wasn't even the one presenting and he felt nervous. The people present in room were the greatest leaders on Mandalore. They guided the major Houses and Clans, but Narir didn't flinch back.

You've got this, he told her, giving a slap on the shoulder before moving toward the edge of the room. She knew him well enough to know that it meant so much more. It was unwavering support, it was all the confidence in the galaxy, it was complete and utter belief that she could do this, and it was a doubtless belief that she could lead them to unending heights.

 

[Dax Vizsla]

Dax sauntered into the camp, finding Raz, Leandros and Narir within. Grinning at them through a mouthful of Uj'alayi that no one else in the Solus ranks seemed to want to eat, he raised the gauntleted hand in which he held more of the sticky cake. Rumor had it that it had been cooked by Raz herself, and much of the clan was scared of her cooking. Which surprised Dax to no end, he positively loved her cooking, as was evident by the abnormally large slab of the Uj'alayi that he was currently munching down on.

"Don't ask me for any," He said to the trio of Solus as he walked to one of the edges of the tent and flopped down onto an empty crate. "I claimed it all. You're just gonna have to cook another batch to celebrate once this is all done."

Dressed in his beskar’gam, a set that looked a lot more barebones than what Raz and many of the other Solus sported, he nonetheless had the badger insignia visible on his chest piece. He might not carry the name, but he was very much a Solus now, and it was going to be interesting to see other Vizsla show up at this gathering. He wondered if any of them would remember his father. Maybe he'd ask around later, get some stories out of them. Provided everything went well and they didn't have to kill the lot of them. He had learned pretty early in his time among the Mandalorians that violence was always a possibility. That was why he had come stacked with his full arsenal, bowcaster slung across on shoulder, lightsaber clipped at his waist, and a plethora of weapons and gear attached to his armor.

Continuing to munch on the Uj'alayi, he waited for the tent to fill up, observing the others and wondering how things were going to unfold.

 

[Koil Solus]

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Once, twice, three times now. His Alor had walked back and forth in the tent as she waited. Koil's V slit visor remain motionless but behind it he watched it. She was nervous and he knew why. Slowly he turned his head towards the opening in the tent to see if anybody was approaching but nobody had yet. He looked over his left shoulder and waved a hand. All three of his troupe slowly moved towards the table and projected a map of the galaxy rather than the two dimensional one Raz had someone set. It had been a grid but it was better for accuracy that they have a three dimensional representation. All three of his personal entertainment attendants hovered in place like dedicated hologram projectors to give Koil's leader what she needed. Outside his basalisk war droid stood as a sentinel for the tent, intent on defending the pavilion with its machine life if required.

"You'll do fine Raz." He said and enhaled to just confirm he was still calm. Sometimes he just breathed in and out to make sure if he was in the same state of mind as he had been. On occasion he would find himself furious or mellow. The Echani was not thinking of himself though. His clan, his future house needed its leader and he could not be lacking and being a poor representation of what was to be.

"Would it make you feel better to put me in a headlock." He asked half joking. He knew she would probably do it and he was fine letting her do so. Rough housing releaved stress and he knew she was feeling plenty of it. He thought about asking her if she wanted to wear a helmet for the meeting like he always did but then thought better of it.

Koil was curious to see those who would come. He was here as an Al'Verde to the clan and future house. He was a member of Solus but he also thought of himself as a friend of Raz and those that would come. The clans arriving would be his family members and he wanted to see just who he would be putting his life on the line for in the years to come. "Nobody fooks with badger gang." he muttered to himself with a smile under his helmet. They were fearsome as a clan and nobody would hold a candle to them after this.

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[Burkhart Kelborn]

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He had traveled in the bilges of ships, flown starfighters through torrents of fire, lain waste to scores of enemies mounted atop a Basilisk war droid and dragged himself through trenches on all fours. Today Burkhart Kelborn would simply fly to the meeting on mandalore on one of his many ships he had acquired over the months. His droid was silent inside, waiting to be called at a moment's notice if necessary. He descended from the craft wearing his regular beskar'gam. Today, just like any other he wore his black bantha leather jacket. Underneath he had the memories of his costly battles against the Sith. His partially cybernetic right hand and the armor that covered it had been painted asymmetrically red to symbolize the sacrifice of the conflict. But the Morling was not one for regrets. He would have made the same calls in a heart beat.

He inhaled through his canine nose of the air outside of the tent for a moment before entering. The two meter tall male had to duck his head and raise his left hand on the tent to enter or else drag the woven material with him into the tent. He stopped a step inside the tent and looked at Raz. She may have noticed him but he knew the signs of anxiety. He did not hold it against her. Leadership was not a position to be taken lightly and he would honestly question any man or woman who did not have these worries.

Instead of greeting her or saying anything about her state of being he took a few more steps after the pause and removed his helmet with both hands. Placing it under his left arm he looked to the Alor of Clan Solus. "Burkhart Kelborn, Alor be Aliit Kelborn tratur'yc" He said seriously and with unwavering professionalism. He knew what was to come in the following minutes and this was likely the last few moments they were equals. Burkhart was as sharp in mind as he was strong in arm. Raz Solus would become the leader of a mandalorian House and in turn a representative of not only her own people, but of his as well. In truth, his people would become her people.

After he spoke he dropped his gaze to look at Raz. Reaching into his jacket pocket with a free hand he pulled out a flask and quickly opened the container that held tihaar. Looking over his shoulder he did not see anybody else had arrived and passed it to the woman across the table. She looked like she could use it. After all, he was a purveyor of libations down to his very core.

@Sreeya ​

 

[The Gatekeeper]

While the Badgers may have all been wholeheartedly supporting their leader, Orsen Vizla was still skeptical. He was a born cynic and it had only grown with time. He was here because he'd been put into a corner, but there was also that small amount of hope that Solus would live up to its reputation and wouldn't lead to the destruction of the entire planet.

As was appropriate, the Alor of Vizla was well known and recognizable, and even in his shame he walked with confidence. He knew where he and his people would be. He'd been silent long enough on the topic of the war, and it was time to bring Vizla into the war. He was done being the Sith lapdog, and he would win back his glory on the battlefield.

The tent flap split and Vizla saw the various Badgers inside, encouraging their leader. I hope you've prepared for this, he said. While they may have managed to get this far - and even he had to admit that they'd earned everything they had - she was in a whole different league now. This was her first showing that brought her into the fold from the fringes of Mandalorian society. No matter what anyone said, first impressions were very difficult to change.

You are determined, I have to give you that, he said, looking down at the table and the map on it. The Badgers had been influential in taking the ground they'd gained. Hopefully that would continue... and they would be able to gain the assets and resources to hold the Empires at bay.

And I hope you have a plan because we're in for a fight, he said. The words were a warning and reminder to himself as much as her and the Badgers. It was a dangerous game that they had entered into and the odds were stacked against them. But they were still Mandalorians.

But congratulations, House Solus, he finally added. It was a huge portion of why they were here, and there was no question about it. Vizla supported House Solus.

 

[Daniel Solus (old)]

Daniel arrived somewhat late to the gathering of his fellows. It was a momentous occasion and, the first thing he heard was Alor Vizla being a negative Nancy. Though the man had supported House Solus, Daniel had to wonder if it was because of his own desire to retain some of the power he had once had. It was a sad play for a Mandalorian, especially one who should have know better.

Daniel strode into the tent, not bothering to remove his helmet and went straight to Orsen. "Don't Worry, Alor Vizla," he said evenly. "We have a plan and a direction." Daniel wasn't being flippant or joking. He was serious. Much work had gone into the recent alliance with the Galactic Alliance, as well as their forays into territory beyond their borders to expand. Their moves had been at first impulsive, yes, but calculation and strategy had come into play. Daniel was speaking a matter of fact and he wanted Orsen to know it. "So lighten up," Daniel continued. "This is a time for celebration! Be happy!"

To Raz, quiet and solemn by her many maps, he said: "Nervous and brooding doesn't suit you."

@Phoenix @Sreeya @Painus @Wit @Darasuum

 

[Varus Wren]

The air felt different. For so long, Mandalorians had held their clan identity over that of the people as an entirety but if they wanted to escape Imperial oppression they would need to band together. Clan Solus was special, they seemed willing to roll the dice when others could or would not. They had a chance to build something here, or they could use their new found strength to keep the status quo.

Varus, along with other members of his clan had come to the event. He waited with hopeful anticipation. Clan Solus had resolved their issues with Clan Wren, and if it was enough for the leaders of his clan, then it was enough for him.

It was unusual for the clans to meet in such a way, in such large numbers. It made Varus nervous. Hopefully this went quickly, hopefully, there would be a hell of a party after. It would be a shame if they wasted that opportunity.

He didn't see many he recognized, which wasn't a surprise as he kept to his own people for the most part. He did see the canine looking member from Clan Kelborn he had fought alongside with on Umbra.

For now, he stuck to back, out of the way, observing events.

 

[The Storyteller]

Okaykar Kryze was not the most pleased man in the galaxy about this so-called summit. He was among people and Clans he had been raised not to like and he was already not fond of Clan Solus to begin with. He had a low opinion of them. Mandalorians were warriors, yes, and they took risks, yes; but this motley lot did more than take risks. They were downright reckless: a trait that was more likely to get them killed and wiped from the face of Mandalorian history than it was to do anything useful for the Mandalorian people. Their vanity would earn them a temporary glory. Nothing more.

But Kryze's personal opinions were only one facet of his opinion of Clan Solus. He afforded them some begrudging respect after their hit at the Kuat Drive Yards. Attacking Kuat—the largest and most important Imperial shipyards, in the heart of Imperial territory—was as crazy as it was stupid; but Clan Solus did it and struck a huge blow to the Empire, and some momentary revenge against the Sith who had wronged the Mandalorian clans for centuries. The attack on the Kuat Drive Yards was the only reason he had agreed to come to this meeting, and the only reason he was begrudgingly accepting to recognize Solus as a House.

Still, he was not a young man. He was older than most present, and a seasoned warrior at that. He had not achieved these feats by keeping his opinion to himself. So, he made them known. "I'll admit it. I don't like you," he said of Raz. Beneath his helmet's T-visor, he scanned the rest of the Solus gathered. "I don't like any of you. You're vain, arrogant, and reckless worst of all. But... even I can't deny you get results, even if I don't approve of how you get them sometimes." He ground his teeth beneath his mask. He didn't want to say it, but he knew he had to. Honor demanded as much. "I will— For now, I will acknowledge House Solus as one of the great Mandalorian houses. Prove to me my rather limited faith in you is justified by continuing to get those results."

He folded his arms and yielded the floor back. He'd said his piece. Nothing more needed to be said.

 

[Diocletian Solus]

Diocletian had taken the time to ensure that his beskar’gam was as clean and polished as it could possibly be. He felt he owned it to Raz to look as good as possible for the event to come. He hoped that the presence of so many badgers in attendance would give her the boost she needed to see this all through. He knew she had been working towards this goal for years and this was the culmination of all that hard work. He would be there for her as he had been since day one, no matter what she needed.

Dio walked through the camp heading towards the tent. The meeting was on Mandalor naturally, which gave Dio a chance to catch up with his family. His wife and son accompanied him to the meeting, they were members of the clan as well and would be there to support their alor. Dio’s armor shined in the sunlight, his Field Marshall rank and Jaig Eyes marking him as a veteran of multiple engagements on a myriad of worlds. His wife had also shed her usual planetary defense uniform for her clan armor, resplendent in the red beskar’gam as she walked beside her husband hand in hand with their son.

Dio stopped before the tent and embraced his wife briefly before tussling his son’s hair. As he stood there, he noticed his sister Vala making her way between the tents towards the meeting. His helmet rode on his belt, so he was able to give his wife a reassuring smile to her worried look. She knew what a momentous occasion this was and how many things could go wrong. He reached up an armored gauntlet and cupped her face in his hand for a moment. The gesture would have seemed odd to anyone not of Mandalor but it was tender in its simplicity.

With that he left his wife and son to join the gallery of onlookers that were waiting for the festivities to begin. He put on his helmet before he opened the tent and walked in to join the Clan Solus contingent where they stood. He tossed nods to those warriors in attendance, having bled with and shed blood with all of them at one point or another. He took his place and stood tall, watching the events with no small amount of awe. It was not everyday that a clan became a House on Mandalor.

@Werde

 

[Wyatt Kebiin-Solus]

Today was one of great renown for Solus, they moved from Clan to House and in the eyes of the Mandalorian peoples there were few accomplishments greater in the lifetime of a Mandalorian. Wyatt was present, approaching through the tents he eyed the banners of the various clans Elder, Sexon, Rau, Vizsla, Kelborn, and even Wren. Although Wyatt had not been apart of the negotiations and lobbying in the weeks earlier he had still contributed in every way he would to date for his Alor and his people, the culture he was born into had finally become who he was more than canons of honor and ways to live that he'd been taught on Medriaas.

Today the warrior who took on his family's name in translation to Mando'a and bore it beside Solus in recognition any Kebiin would be of Solus; walked proudly through the war camp. His entourage followed closely, bearing the same armor and an assortment of tools and weapons as they proceeded as the newest Field Marshal took time to greet and show the proper honors to the assorted Alor's. Introductions to some were the first and others a welcome with honor to familiar faces, as he made his way through the tents Wyatt came to the main war tent and released his group to the small huddle of tents they'd brought as he pushed the flap open; following the entrance of Okaykar Kryze, Orsen Vizla and Dio.

The heads of the two Mandalorian Houses had already made their words when Wyatt entered, his beskar'gam was clean but bore its battle scars and on his shoulder indicator the mark of the badger was present and red stylizations over the grey paint were present. He was in the same league as Daniel, Leandros and Dio while renowned warriors and leaders they were they all still followed Raz by choice; and showed up here today to prove that. Wyatt showed the proper respect to Raz, Okaykar and Orsen giving them each a forearm gripped handshake if they would take it and then he moved to flank Dio, giving him the same respect along with silent greetings to the assorted Solus clansmen.

The warrior aspiring for mand'alor was here in support of his House today, not of his own agenda and as that was the case he remained ready to the side with his electroripper extended and in his hand and all of his other equipment present.

 

[Vala Solus]

It had taken a while to get her freighter space worthy again after her disastrous rescue attempt on Nar Shaddaa, but there was no way Vala was going to miss this. Normally repairing the damage sustained to the landing gear and stabilizers alone would have taken at least a week of work solo, but by some miracle combination of stubbornness, lack of sleep, and an endless supply of caf, she accomplished the task in significantly less time.

Vala caught sight of Dio and picked up her pace, weaving between the tents and trying to avoid bumbling into another of the armored warriors. She had never seen, hell, never even thought to imagine such a large gathering of her brethren like this before. The sons and daughters of Mandalore had rallied, flying the banners of their Clans and proudly wearing their beskar’gam. There was a time not that long ago that the Empire would have never let such a sight be possible. But here we are. What a time to be alive..

As she neared her brother, she lifted the helmet that was clutched under her arm and slid it over her head, pausing with her mouth still visible just long enough to make a silly face at her nephew. She then turned on her heel and ducked inside the tent to stand beside Dio.

Vala hadn’t assumed that when she left Mandalore not that long ago that she’d be back here again so soon. This was a good reason though, she thought with admiration as she glanced around at all of the hardened warriors, so many of them wearing the badger crest of Solus. Most of them she had only ever heard stories about, and here they were in the flesh.

And here I am, standing awkwardly beside them. Suddenly wondering why she followed her brother in here instead of waiting outside with her sister-in-law, she shuffled her feet a bit restlessly, waiting to see what would come next.