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Kalan Ordo
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My my is my tale a long one. I started out on Mandalore (surprise I know) like just about every other Mandalorian in this damn galaxy. Life for me didn't really deviate from that of a Mandalorian born into the Republic Aligned (read Republic Occupied) Mandalore. I did well in primary school because I'm not an idiot (seriously how do you do poorly?), and moved onto university in Sundari. Now if you're following along that probably reads something akin to 'Kalan was a city dwelling Republic sympathizing nerd' to which I reply go space yourself. I was given a proper Mandalorian upbringing, the cornerstone of which firmly could be paraphrased as "**** the Republic." You've probably got this pretty picture in your head of how the galaxy works. The Republic is the shining knight that the Sith try so hard to tear down. The Jedi are everything peaceful and good in the galaxy, and finally Mandalorians are kessing savage warriors that teach their kids to fight and kill before they're even teenagers. I won't even comment on the Republic or the Jedi, but when it comes to the Mandalorians... you aren't entirely wrong. While not savages, we are the best warriors that you will ever find. That dumbass idea that 'Mandalorians are ragtag' was popularized by a xenophobe (read anti-Mandalorian) Xenologist by the name of K. Traviss. In a time where Mandalorians had recently just disowned one of their own Houses (House Genet), and no longer had a true standing army, Traviss popularized this idea that Mandalorians were these brute barbarian warriors, incapable of working together - and it stuck.
HOMEWORLD: Mandalore
AFFILIATION: GALAF
Mandalorian Dominion—Former
BRANCH: N/A
Death Watch—Former
RANK: N/A
Duke—Former
Director—Former
SPECIES: Human
GENDER: Male
AGE: 30
HEIGHT: 6'3
WEIGHT: 212lbs
STRENGTH:
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Anyways, that was a bit of a deviation from my story. As I was given a proper upbringing I was taught to fight and kill from a young age, and just because I had begun at university that didn't mean that my training was over, or even paused. How can we best overthrow the Republic and regain our name but by showing them that we are superior? Not only was I determined to become one of the most successful scientists in the galaxy, but also one of the most lethal soldiers as well. When I was done with University I went on, meaning to get a graduate degree. I was planning something in engineering, or perhaps physics, though that never happened. Ordo being a smaller house it is very tight knit, and my Housemates and I were all under agreement that Mandalore needed to become free sooner or later, as were most of the other Houses,though Skirata approved the 'alignment'. It seemed like all our dreams were coming true when the Chosen, bunch of soldiers of fortune that they were, imploded and from the remains came Death Watch. It was like old times all over again.
When it all started happening I was halfway through school, but I uprooted my life in order to become one of Kyramud's commandos. I never got to know the Mand'alor, but I did serve alongside him in one Mandalorian operation. Funny enough its the operation that I can never associate with or claim. When it became clear that Rhone wouldn't relent his hold over Mandalore, and that nothing else could be done, I swallowed the pill. I put on the false flag and I walked beside Kyramud, Deece, and the others as we massacred the Keldabe spaceport. The ride back to the Fortress was completely silent, none of us proud of what we'd just done. As soon as we were back I puked my last meal out, and for the next few weeks I couldn't find a moment of sleep, but I am a Mandalorian. I do whatever is required to bring independence and strength to the Mandalorian people, and our efforts paid off. It was later that year that Death Watch moved on Mandalore and her neighbor worlds, and soon they came under our flag.
Like a dream come true as soon as the capital fell to the Mand'alor, so too did the rest of the sector and the Dominion was born. I joined the rest of the members of Death Watch that ultimately filed into the Dominion's ranks. All of our old actions were disavowed, but there was still a place for those of us that broke the Republic's chains under the Dominion's flag. I served on Coruscant as part of the Mand'alor's personal guard when he went planetside, and it was there that I witnessed history being made. As it had always been spoken of in legend, a challenger came forth and took the mantle of Mand'alor for herself. Though it was something I had always read about, witnessing the act brought me mixed feelings. The things I saw on Coruscant still haunt me. The Civilians falling under trampling Sith boots, the glimmering towers of Coruscant's skyline crumbling, and the large-scale loss of life. I was trained from a young age how to set aside the atrocities I would see in war aside to complete the mission, and those skills were further instilled during Death Watch, but I'm no machine and I still see the smoking skies when I try to sleep.
Over the course of the five years after the Dominion took rise, and the Republic fell, I was on the front lines. I fought Sith and Jedi alike in skirmishes, leading to the half a decade of cold war that we suffered from. In that time I seized control of House Ordo, and I now stand as it's Duke. During the rise of the Dominion, not all rose with it. Ral Vizsla, once the son of Mandalore and the champion of the people, returned from the bloody dead and brought with him a regime. They overthrew Almec, but before he left the old man gave me a 'present'. The bloody spook had revived Death Watch from the very ground that he buried it in, and was running it as a covert spec ops group. Deniable operations, false flags, etc. I had been his deputy director, but with the tumbling of his house of cards, the organization fell into my lap to protect - so I sit as its director as well. Death Watch changed me, I find my cares have grown innumerably, and at night it's difficult to relax. -
His entire life, Kalan has teetered on the thin blade between duty and honor. He is constantly at conflict between following orders, and following his ever eroding moralcompass. Early in his military career this was a difficult conflict for Kalan, leaving him torn apart on the inside from each of his actions. As he set aside his conscience more and more to complete the morally objectionable missions that were required of him, more and more of him was torn away. Where his sensibilities and human qualities had once been, pragmatism and cold resigned calculation remain now.
TROPES:
__♦ Romantic
__♦ Beserk Button - Dishonesty
__♦ Prepared
__♦ Deadpan Snark
__♦ Jerk w/ Heart of Gold
__♦ Paranoid
__♦ Lawful Evil
Kalan still longs for happiness, to find someone that cares for him, and to settle a family. However, the growing war on the horizon has left him pessimistic about ever finding a life outside of his duty. The defining feature of Kalan's personality is the ability to press on, seemingly effortlessly, as life beats down on him, and war tears his soul apart.
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Primary Weapons
A-140 - In a chest harnessSecondary Weapons
Sunspear Heavy Pistol | TS-15All weapons triple the given ammo clips.
Melee Weapons
Extendable Vibroblade
Malak Maldor's Lightsaber
Vrist's Lightsaber
Calmax's Lightsaber
Asher Khor's Lightsabers (2x)
Equipment
Misc
Communicator | Datapad | SOS Beacon | Holocam | MedkitCCT MK II Armor
Functions:
1) JetpackIn addition, due to his status as a Duke, and the Director of Death Watch, the gauntlets (including gloves) and the shins have been reinforced with phrik, as to defend against a single hit from a lightsaber. When serving in Death Watch capacities Kalan uses an identical set of armor, however the color scheme has been changed to a deep blue with gray accents, to protect his identity.
2) Left Hardpoint Rocket Launcher(3x)
3) HUD
4) Right Hardpoint Flamethrower
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Lanna Singh - @Zenya - Romantic
In the weeks immediately following the formation of Dominion, while Kalan a SuperCommando, Kalan met young Jedi Padawan Lanna Singh. The two worked together on the planet of Umbara to end Sith advances in the system. Despite Kalan's distaste for Force Sensitives Kalan assisted the group at the behest of Vesper Almec - a known associate of one of the Jedi. After the operation Kalan once again worked with Singh on Tatooine to hunt down a major spice ring on the Mandalorian Planet. The two developed an antagonistic relationship in the beginning, but then formed a friendship by the end of the mission.
Years later, Kalan tracked Lanna to a hotel in Ord Mantell. While there the two shared a drink in the bar of the hotel before returning to Singh's room to continue their conversation. The conversation ended in a passionate argument between them, culminating in the two of them heading to bed together. What was born that night was a tenuous, but passionate, relationship between the most unlikely of people.
Kills:
Malek Maldor
Sarisa Sannin
Vrist'iluok'bricors
Asher Khor
Calmax Zokar
Evelyn Tenebris
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Spirits in the Dark ▬ Complete ▬ Pre-Skip
The Long Fall ▬ Abandoned ▬ Pre-Skip
Crystal Thieves ▬ Ruled Ending ▬ Pre-Skip
March of the Pigs ▬ Complete ▬ Pre-Skip
Remembrance ▬ Abandoned
Way Down We Go ▬ Complete
Chapter 1: Gathering of the Clans ▬ Ongoing
The Snake in the Skull ▬ Ongoing
Mandalore Indomitus ▬ Complete
You've got a Friend in Me ▬ Complete
You Belong With Me ▬ Complete
Building Blocks ▬ Complete
Slars' Stars: Mando Mayhem ▬ Ongoing
Slaves No More ▬ Complete
Standard Operating Procedure ▬ Ongoing
A New Type of Mission ▬ Ongoing
Frozen Wastelands ▬ Ongoing
Gehenna's Gate ▬ Ongoing
Government Shutdown ▬ Ongoing
You Knocked? ▬ Complete
Getting Away With Murder ▬ Ongoing
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