Log:Ebon Guard: A Meeting of Leaders
A Meeting of Leaders
OOC Date: November 10, 2017
Location: Nar Shaddaa
Participants: Vraag Rengh, Barquo Dentoo, Russ Ordo, Ebon Guard, Mandalorian Revivers
It's always raining on Nar Shaddaa and today is no different. A heavy torrent of rain falls down to assault Lord Eebua's Starport and soak the decking as well as every ship currently residing there. That does not stop the lone Mandalorian from venturing forth from the turbolift of one of the private hangars. Clad in a matte black set of mandalorian armor, the mirrored gold t-vizor hides his face from view, though the giant size of the man would certainly limit his identity to only a few. He is armed, but shows no aggression as he marches across toward the Malachor.
Always raining, but that does not stop the work. There is always far too much to be done. The acidic rain however simply washes some of the grime from the armour from Russ and his men. The man himself is carrying a large crate with a few of his men, shifting it around the open cargohold of the Malachor. He is not dressed in his rather more impressive set of armour, he is back in his standard set of Mandalorian Reviver armour the only thing marking him as the leader a small mark on the shoulder guard. Placing the crate down he stands up fully and flexes, stretching with a small groan as he turns to check how much more there is to go. Then he spots the other approaching Mandalorian, he takes a moment to study the man before taking a few measured paces towards him.
Vraag has never met Russ in either set of armor, so there is little surprise that there is no recognition from him as he spots the smaller man heading his way. "I'm looking for your leader. The Ordo brother," he says, his own gruff and obviously unsophisticated way of speaking being transformed slightly by the vocoder in his helmet, causing his deep voice to have a tin-like or mechanical sound. "Tell him that Vraag Rengh of the Ebon Guard is here to speak with him."
"That would be me. Welcome to our ship Vraag of the Ebon Guard. Please step inside out of the rain." He turns and heads back into the hold of his ship, once the rain stops running down his armour he reaches up to remove his helmet. He turns his face back to Vraag as he moves to sit on one of the crates scattered around waving to a couple of others for Vraag. He runs his hand through his red hair, a small smile appearing on his face as he waves for his men to take five. He places his helmet down on the crate beside himself "So what can I help you with Vraag? From the way you have spoken I assume you have met my sister?”
A lithe figure clad in a similar armor to Vraag emerges from the Ebon Guard hanger and purposefully makes his way across the tarmac. As the gold visor turns to catch Vraag and Russ heading into the ship he picks up his pace and begins trotting toward the ship. As he gets closer he speaks his own voice twisted by vocoder "Is it alright if I join you?" the voice asks. Once he's inside he pulls off his helmet to reveal a short mop of brown hair and brown eyes. Those eyes look from Russ to Vraag querying for an answer
Vraag turns his head at the voice of Barquo as he and Russ move toward the ship, nodding his head and gesturing with a hand for Barquo to follow him aboard. "Barquo Dentoo," he introduces for Russ' benefit. "He is my computer specialist and slicer." His own hands lift to unclasp his helmet, breaking the seal and lifting it from his head. Shaking his long coarse black hair free, he then nods his head toward Russ as he sits and says, "Yes. I have met Narsai a few times. She seems like a decent sort." The man is clearly not an overtly social type given his direct and to the point statements. Glancing toward Barquo, Vraag brings his eyes back to Russ' before saying simply, "I came to you today to negotiate terms for your people to join my people."
Russ raises an eyebrow as Vraag speaks. The smile on his face grows a little wider. "I do not know what my sister has been speaking to you about, but I am not interested in joining anybody." He shakes his head as the smile is very suddenly wiped clean from his face. "If you wish to discuss a joint merger, then we may talk. If not feel free to stay a while and talk to some of my people, have a look around. I think you will find they are loyal. They have all been through hell to be here now, and none of them have ever wavered in the face of that." He runs his hand through his sweaty hair again before idly scratching at his chin.
Soft steps move Barquo behind Vraag as he talks, he also raises an eyebrow as Vraag makes mention of the men around the ship joining together. His brown eyes search out each of the crew under the ship as they relax from loading the ship. He looks over at Russ as he replies once agian those brown eyes drink in the expression of the red headed man. Barquo doesn't join in the conversation yet he simply sucks a bit of his cheek into his mouth and bites it gently as he thinks.
"I suppose that depends on your definition of joint merger," Vraag says, a smile not coming to his face or his voice shifting one way or the other between anger or happiness. "The way I see it your people could be of use and find a good place within our ranks and in the work we've already been doing on Mandalore. I'm not talking about making slaves of anyone. Partners driven toward a common goal," Vraag says. He looks around at the others before saying, "I don't doubt what you have been through. But you also can't refute the fact that for the last several months these ships have been idle. Join us."
"You are not looking for a partner. You are looking for someone to be under you so that you can utilise our resources." He shakes his head "You are a pup to this. I have been at this for much longer than you. I have recovered the Mask of Mandalore, I have returned Basilisks to the Mandalorian people. I have joined many clans under a united banner, joining them when they were so fractured it was hardly worth returning to Mandalore." His shoulders tense as he squares up from atop his crate "And I can refute the fact these ships have been idle. We do not stay idle for long."
"What good are all of these things you claim?" brown eyes examine the man as if he is truthfully asking. He crosses his arms over his chest and says "We've been to Mandalore and have seen the suffering of it's people under people who falsely claim to be their superiors. Our people are left to beg for scraps from people who are unworthy of calling themselves Mandalorian." he shrugs and says "What use is a Basilisk or a Mask if it brings no good to people who need it?"
"It has bought unity to the people and served as a beacon to those of our people lost amongst the stars that there is somebody working for the good of the Mandalorian people." He shakes his head with a snarl of anger "It has allowed me to gather the strength I need to make a real difference, rather than tiny insignifigant things that will vanish in the sands of time." He shakes his head again as he gestures to the hold of his ship "These crates you see being moved around? They are full to the brim with relief supplies destined for the people of Mandalore where I already have people on planet assesing the situation, helping me build a more complete tactical picture before I decide fully where to commit first."
Vraag shakes his head before he gestures toward Barquo. "Ask my men, any of my men, if I am the sort that wishes to have men beneath him. They will tell you to a single one that your claim is false," Vraag says. "If you and your men joined with my group, then quite the contrary, I would take all of these men and put them on Mandalore. Spread between the pitiful hovels that our people are forced to live in so that they might help to train the villages we free. Of your group, I would keep you, Narsai, Navi, and a few others with the Guard to act as a guiding hand. I don't need hundreds of men beneath me." As Russ snarls at Barquo, Vraag stands upright. "We have come to you in peace, Ordo. To offer a joining of our people. If that mask is worth so much to you, then I will challenge you to single combat now, but know that I don't need a mask to have men follow me," Vraag says, his visage suddenly very serious.
"You say one thing Vraag and then you say the complete opposite a moment later. You sound like you are trying to convince everyone including yourself that you do not want to be another Mandalore. And to me that sounds like a lie." He shakes his head almost dissapointedly. "You say you do not need hundreds of men underneath you? Then why pursue this route? Why ask me to join you like this. You could have come to me and asked to be a general, an elite fighting force amongst elites anything. But you did not." He scratches at his chin as he settles down on his crate "The mask means as much to me as It should to any Mandalorian. It has and always will be a symbol of our people. And in times like this more than ever things like that are sorely needed. "If you want to challenge me for the position of Mandalore then do so. We shall see who proves to be the better man."
Vraag shrugs his shoulders, still standing protectively before Barquo. "If that is what you wish to believe, Ordo. But I would caution you not to put your own insecurities on me." He tilts his head toward the ramp and then says, "Let's do it then. I want to see what you're made of.”
"It will not be today Vraag. We will do this properly. I will have proper witnesses standing by and my sister will be in attendance." He shakes his head "I will not having the challenging of Mandalore to be a walk up affair. It is the right of the people to challenge. But if everyone had their shot I would never be able to achieve anything else with my day." He pushes his hair back again before leaping down from his crate "Tell me then. What is your preffered weapon. Shall it be pistols or blades?"
Frowns a bit at Russ's reaction to his question. He doesn't respond and a contemplative look crosses over his face as the interaction between Vraag and Russ continues. The slicer takes a deep breath and slides his helm over his head. "They're lined up to challenge you I'm sure." the helmet seems to hide some of the intonation of the slicer "It was a pleasure to meet you Mr. Ordo." the golden T-visor rotates to Vraag "Vraag Rengh I will take my leave." he continues down the ramp confident in the knowledge he will not have to act as his leaders second this day.
Vraag sighs, and it is clear that there is a touch of frustration and also perhaps a minor amount of disgust in that exhale. "The pistol or the blade, whichever suits you," he nods toward Barquo, raising a hand for the man to wait. Looking back toward Russ, Vraag says in a very deliberate and slow way, "You have made several assumptions about me and my character today when you know nothing of me or what we have done. I came to you today in peace, and I find it a bit pathetic that such a self proclaimed leader doesn't have the nerve to face a man on the day he stands to insult him. This group might follow you, but whatever your goal may have once been, you've lost it. I would not follow you across the street, mask or not." With that, Vraag turns to follow Barquo, slipping his helmet up and over his head.
