Log:Clan Kora: Blood Makes the Grass Grow
Clan Kora: Blood Makes the Grass Grow
OOC Date: February 02, 2020
Location: Ealor
Participants: Kirioth Kora, Ca'tra Kora, Hadrix Kora, Zee'Roh Kora, Sumi Kora, Clan Kora
The War Room for their fortress was a large circular design with tiered seating so everyone could see the central console and holo-table. It was not an overly fancy place, but it got the job done by Mandalorian standards. The room was cool, for those who were not immersed in their own suit's environmental controls, and had dimly lit lights above. The air was not heavily filtered, so the smell of stone and weather often gave it a moss-like smell that accompanied old structures like this.
Sumi Kora awaited her clan by the holo-table. She was seated, injured, and well tended from a wound that had penetrated her upper right shoulder region and emerged from her back. Instead of wearing her beskar'gam cuirass, she had one a dark toned tank that was tucked into the trouser and grieves of her armored bottoms. She had no helmet on, allowing her long dark hair to touch her shoulders and cover much of the scarred portion of her face. "Everyone here?"
Zee'Roh Kora had arrived not long ago, having been on mission in the outer rim doing tech work for a crime lord; setting up holo-security for his book keeper. It wasn't particularly engaging or profitable, but it was good for getting their name out and diversifying their portfolio.
When she arrives, she's in a one piece body suit with a black 'fighter' jacket with a gray hood pulled up over her blonde hair draping around her shoulders. She's rarely seen completely out of armor anymore.
Her fingers draw across the back of Sumi's neck as she slips to the Alors right side and drops into a seat, tossing her hood back in the same motion as she bundles her hair to put it up in a ponytail. "Am I late?"
"I believe so." Hadrix rumbles as he enters, dressed in trousers, boots and a tank of his own. Hair getting longer and looking more like a civillian than an ex stormtrooper. But maybe that's for the best yes.
"Everything alright Sumi?" moving to lean up at the table, most of his chest bandages as well. Bandages covering bandages, bacta stitches... The pair of them had been through the ringer lately, Ca'tra knew that first hand from the work she had to do to him. [Language: Mando'a]
Roth was still wearing her armor, but the Arkanian ditches the helmet as everyone files into the War Room. The white eyed woman in quiet though and takes a seat after giving a respectful dip of her head to Sumi and the others. She was beat up, so it might be the reason for her quietness.
Slender in her black kote, Ca'tra follows Zee'roh in, carrying a datapad. There is a faint aroma of bacta around her, the scent of the med bay.
"I've called us together to take a moment to breath. To adjust our sights and to talk as a family." Sumi starts. "I am fine." She answers Hadrix. "I believe we've all been very buried behind our work. It's been a trying few months. Between injuries and recovery, physical therapy, and constant action; we've not spent time to consider other things." Sumi takes a deep breath; or tries to, and ends up coughing. When her coughing subsides, a shakey breath follows. It's shallow from her wound.
"I believe the first item on our agenda is to acknowledge the newest face." She gestures toward Roth. "I believe I am ready to vote on Roth's place in this aliit."
"I've called us together to take a moment to breath. To adjust our sights and to talk as a family." Sumi starts. "I am fine." She answers Hadrix. "I believe we've all been very buried behind our work. It's been a trying few months. Between injuries and recovery, physical therapy, and constant action; we've not spent time to consider other things." Sumi takes a deep breath; or tries to, and ends up coughing. When her coughing subsides, a shakey breath follows. It's shallow from her wound.
"I believe the first item on our agenda is to acknowledge the newest face." She gestures toward Roth. "I believe I am ready to vote on Roth's place in this aliit."
Hadrix Kora looms up to his feet again, turning to Kiri when Sumi makes her statement, turning to the Arkanian woman with a half grin, "Roth'kal?" leaning his hip against the table while he looks to her, curious to see how she'll take what's being said while hooking his thumbs in the pockets of his trousers. There's not much to say for right now, for Hadrix, at least until all get their thoughts in order.
Zee'Roh is quiet once seated. Sitting forward on her elbows with an inhumanly expressionless face and dead eyes looking at the biological beings she's taken as her family. They do not see each other in the way she sees them. Her enhanced vision sees imperfections, the minor details that living beings ignore out of habit or familiarity. Something she cannot actually have... there is no real notion of getting comfortable for her. Every experience is new no matter how many times she does it, her programming dictates a precise reaction.
That said, the smile on her face betrays whatever inhumanity falls upon her eyes.
Nodding to her Alor, eyes dancing off from Sumi to her left, to Hadrix, and Ca'tra.. and finally Roth. "I have gone over hours of tactical footage from your helmet cams, watching Kirioths preformance in combat situations from every angle. Run statistical analysis on her chances of survival beyond the age of 50. I will not bore you with the details of those statistics. Your courage out paces your self preservation by leaps." The grin widens, "I approve."
Looking back to Sumi, "I would die with this woman."
Ca'tra puts her datapad aside when the Alor starts to speak. Attentive and solemn she nods at her assessment of the last few months being intimately aware of the wounds that the aliit has sustained over the course of their time together. Her gaze roams from face to face, her solemn facade animated compared to Zee'rohs, seeing so much less, no doubt, but despite her scientific training, she sees with her heart.
"In Roth, I see a great courage and stamina for the fight that will bring only us good in the aliit. Behind that quiet exterior we have someone that will always bring her best to the aliit.
Roth looks a bit worried for a moment, if an aging Mercenary can do that. She wasn't sure how all this was going to go, but, she stays quiet for the moment. Listening to the clan that she'd joined and there's a bit of a look to Zee when she speaks so highly of her and then the others. She dips her head respectfully to them after they've spoken. It was humbling to know that. "Ten more years of life would be a blessing really." she tells Zee quietly. But then she shuts up to listen to the others again!
"Two of you have spoken your heart. Hadrix. What are your words, vod? Does she have your vote or not?" Sumi speaks in a raspy tone of a woman who has fought and battled longer than most of them have lived. (The jury is still out on Zee, she's old too.) The way she speaks is reminiscent of a noble, but lacking any of the prim and proper accent to it. Sumi was raw, and everything about her seemed to come with no filter. Her honesty was always something the others could rely upon.
"I'd charge a line with her." Hadrix states at that, "I suspect we'd be the ones left standing too." being more brusque than the rest, at first, "But she's already one of us as far as I'm concerned, she has my vote." arms folding across his chest, for a moment, and then he makes a hissing sound... Arms go down. Pain bad. Arms down good.
Roth straightens a bit, don't cry, don't cry, don't cry. She repeats the mantra mentally. She gives a bow of her head to Zee, Ca'tra and Hadrix after they speak, "I'm honored to hear your words." she tells them. Then there's a look back to Sumi and she gives a dip of her head to her, given she had not spoken yet.
"My kin have spoken and I agree with their observations. What say you, Roth? Now is your chance to choose. To choose if our sigil is the one you'll carry for life." Sumi begins to stand up, struggling at first until she takes hold of the chair's arm and pulls. Thick arms flex with muscle and she groans, taking on her own weight to stand unassisted despite the pain of her wounds and condition of her body.
Zee has gone quiet now that she's spoken her piece, watching her Alor address the newest of their family, awaiting the reply as if expecting she already knows the answer. She can detect the liquid building behind Roth's eyes, smell it even, but she would never call her out on it. Just know she knows.
Sumi's obvious distress has Ca'tra on her feet but she stops herself aware that she would be hovering. After this very important moment in the life of her aliit she will hover with a vengeance. Instead, she redirects that impulse and goes Kirioth. "Welcome, vod. I am very glad that you are one with usand have chosen to walk your life by our sides."
Roth stands when Sumi starts to and she gives a bow to the woman, "I would be honored to accept the invitation to join Clan Kora." she tells her. "I will do my best to continue on the path that I am on and working with my brothers and sisters to protect them and to make sure that we all come back when we go out. Sometimes it might be in pieces, but, alive and kicking is also good." she states. "I will continue to walk with you for as long as I breath." she smiles to that.
"So be it, Roth of Clan Kora. I name you my sister, my friend, my companion for life. And upon you I charge the same pledge I, and the rest of the aliit, pledge you. No matter the field of battle, the time, the clime or place. You will find us, your family, beside you. No battle will claim you absent us. Where you fall, we will be there to pick you back up. You will not die alone."
Sumi reaches a hand out, motioning for the brand she intends to mark Roth's armor with. "Ready my brand, and retrieve that bucket of blood." Sumi has walked over to stand before Roth, awaiting the items she specified.
Hadrix Kora doesn't help, yet, not unless Sumi calls or Ca'tra orders him for medical aid. He knows what Sumi is doing and does not want to interrupt at that. But he moves like the monolith he is (he's only like six or eight inches taller than the folks here, but still. Big dood). Getting that bucket as requested, looking around for the damn brand. It's like car keys somtimes.
"There is blood?" Zee'Roh shouldnt look that excited about such a simple, and disturbing notion. She doesn't rise to retreive it, though it is without a doubt she could sniff it out anywhere in the base if she tried. She does stand, however, and moves over to slap a palm against Roth's armored shoulder. "You will not die alone. It will be ugly, you will probably be bleeding profusely from many wounds, and it will be agonal... but I will be there beside you to quote statistical facts about how much longer you survived than weaker, less adept biologicals." She clearly thinks this is a compliment. "My sister."
Roth steps away from the chair she had left just a few moments ago. She gives a dip of her head to Sumi, standing still and awaiting things. There is a look to Zee as she speaks and there's a smile, "I would be glad to hear those statistics as I die, sister." she tells her. And she was genuine about it!
Pleased though keeping a careful eye on Sumi, Ca'tra remains in the background. She exchanges a look with Hadrix.
The brand is retrieved, its end placed against plasma fire until it is orange hot and steaming, the tickticktick of metal loud as it passes between them. When there is a reverent silence, Sumi speaks again.
"You have spoken your heart, Roth, and we have heard you. Now we brand you with our sigil." The brand is placed against the shoulder piece of her armor and it burns enough to leave a permanent mark that steams when the brand removed. Sumi passes the brand off to one side, then dips her hand into the bucket of blood.
"Your mark is given birth today." She states, then slides her bloody hand over it, smeering the mark with glistening blood. "..and it is sustained by the blood of our victory." Allowing her hand to drop back to her side, it drips with thick streams of the dead's blood. "Welcome home, sister."
Hadrix Kora offers a nod to Ca'tra before he steps to ignore pain long enough to put a hug on Roth. Such a hug. The man is a known hugger to members of the clan and now it's her turn. Unless she actively hits him, or his wounds he lifts her right the kriff of the ground and squeezes.
"You'll always have us to charge with you across every field, we will stand at the head of river made of a scroll of our glories and victories. You're my family, my sister, my companion, and I shall hold you in my heart forever. Legends live on, only warriors come to an end."
Setting her down after another squeeze, organic eye a little red rimmed.
Roth is still while Sumi brands the pauldron of her armor and there's a moment she closes her eyes and then she smiles as she opens them. She gives a look to Sumi and a deep bow of her head before she looks up to her, "Thank you, Alor." she tells her. Then she straightens in enough time to get picked up by Hadrix and for a moment she stiffens before the white haired woman gives the big Mando a hug, "Thank you, brother." she tells him. "And no crying." she chuckles to that. Then she sobers, "Are we supposed to be stoic right now?" she whispers to Hadrix.
"We can be anything that we want to be because we are family," Ca'tra says with a large grin lighting up her face.
Zee steps back as others of the clan come forward to give their congratulations to Roth, leaning against the table upon her palms. Blonde hair draped around her face, looking a lot less oily a mess now than usual.
