Mirdala Ad'Goran

As the ionization bolts hit the Rangir, Mirdala's hand snapped back from the overloaded panel as it threw sparks towards her, triggering a power down of the ship's launch and perpulsion systems. Mirdala slumped back against the seat, attempting to focus her thoughts from careening back to the rage that blinded her judgment back in the arena, as her and Adenn's ship was surrounded by Faust's men. Mirdala and Adenn... I am wounded by your sudden leave of absence from the tournament, though given the surprising amount of blood letting, which I confess was not anticipated, I do not entirely blame you. However, there is still a matter of business since you did enter and there were terms involved. How could we have been considered to enter without actually have taken part in this so-called tournament? Mirdala wondered to herself. Though it's not like we can really go anywhere under the current circumstances. She knew they shouldn't have come here, but she was grateful that she and Adenn could face this together. As the armed men surrounded the Firespray-class vessel, Mirdala rose from her seat, hit the switch that opened the hatch and made her way out of the vessel. She didn't remove her weapons, but was smart enough not to make any threatening moves. Nor did she speak either, though she still walked with the grace of a jungle cat, poised, alert and on edge, with an almost-caged feeling threatening to overwhelm her. Her mind still dwelt on the deaths of her childhood compatriots. If I wished to kill you, you would be dead by now. That being said, I would appreciate it if you would follow my men back. I am giving you an invitation to join me for a dinner after this tournament is over and our other guests have departed. I assure you that no harm will come to you if you join me and you might even find it profitable. If not... Mirdala still didn't trust the man, but it was apparent that she and her husband had no choice if they wanted to live. She stoically followed the armed escort. Then one of the dead competitors approached her and Adenn asking what he'd missed. So focused was she that she didn't really acknowledge the resurrected Black. She really couldn't believe what was going on. She was pretty sure that Black's mangled and quite lifeless body was still lying in the arena that she and Adenn had just left. Though, there was something about him...possibly a clone? Surely it couldn't be the same man. Other guests? The Mando'ad woman wondered if he could mean the others (well those that survived anyway) from the tournament. Perhaps he was referring to those whose perverse enjoyment they were put on display for. Needless to say, despite her somber and stoic attitude, her curiosity was piqued.

Mirdala initially turned to glare at her husband, though it was hidden from behind her helmet. There was a tense moment before she stepped back and looked at him as his words broke through her rage. Ash'ca'nara, ash'taap. Mando'ad draar digu., she said flatly and simply not really to anyone in particular (though it might have served as a warning to the one that had killed her friends), shrugging off Adenn's hand as she backed out of the arena, wisely not exposing her back to any of the surviving combatants. "Let's go. It's time for a ba'slan shev'la. These are two of the Mando'ade that they won't catch in their web of destruction." She turned once they were clear of the arena and made her way back to the Rangir, starting the pre-launch sequence as soon as she hit the pilot's seat. ((The translation (So you don't have to go looking through KT's vocab stuff) is "Another time, another place (location). A mando has a long memory." The other is "strategic disappearance".))

Mirdala watched as various voraciously violent scenes played out, taking note of each of the points of slaughter as her original suspicions were confirmed. The whole thing had been a trap to kill off the Mando'ade that honorably answered the call to test and prove their skills. The harsh reality of it all set in when the woman saw her three childhood companions viciously mowed down within minutes of engagement and was furthered by the decidedly less-than-honorable and gruesome butchery of Canderous by someone who most definitely wasn't among the Mando'ade, but merely wore the guise of one in order to perverse the name with his insatiable lust for blood. Still, the horrific slaughter of her friends was far fresher in her mind and brought her rage to the surface, a rage that was expounded by the slug that knocked her head back as her T-visor cracked because of the dented metal. Obviously a warning shot from the one that had killed Canderous with his vicious twin axes that for some odd reason penetrated the metal far more easily than it should have, a fact that didn't escape the woman. She was just about to lunge out at Crimson Fox to avenge her friends when a strong hand grabbed her by her shoulder and held her back.

Mirdala nodded to the trio, "I agree. I don't like this one bit, but it's been so long and I'm aching for a challenge. As for the other stuff," she paused as a gun shot rang out in the arena, "I guess it will have to wait as things have already begun without us it would seem. I propose the five of us stick together, and then we'll see from there then?" Mirdala walked out into the arena, her jade eyes darkening with the thrill and excitement of combat, though well hidden from behind her helmet. ((I know that combat has started, but I thought I'd let Adenn post his stuff since I threw a lot at him kind of at once with the forum jumping. Also give Jaden and Co. a chance to respond before I just jumped in.))

Mirdala Ad'Goran and Adenn Galar entered the arena, both casting distasteful looks from behind their face plates at the enclosed arena ((OOC: Would you mind giving me the actual demensions of the space that we'll be fighting in please? Also is it completely enclosed or more like a hockey arena with high walls? Or a big cube? Thanks!)), neither liking the confinement or the seating. "I really don't like being put on display," Mirdala said flatly as she opened the door to the locker room. Across from the locker room's entrance, three faces stared back at her, three that she hadn't seen in many many years. "Jaden? Radensha? Kylamla? It's been so long!" Mirdala chuckled to herself, remembering the mayhem that the three siblings, her had gotten into during their childhood years when the trio would come to visit the Fett stead during the growing season. Now that she was in the company of other Mando'ade, she felt more at home than she'd felt in a long while. She removed her helmet, so that the family could recognize her since she'd built her armor after they'd left. Looking around the room she could easily see that at 4'11" she was the smallest of the combatants, a fact that amused her and excited her all at the same time. The young woman nodded to the other men, with a more respectful near-bow to Canderous, in reference to his rank, before crossing the room to clasp a hand on Jaden's shoulder. "It's been too long ner vod. How have things been?" She turned and gave Kylamla a smile and a wink, "It's nice to know that I won't be the only woman competing here. I remember the sparring matches we had as girls, I look forward to seeing how we've grown. Though this time I think you have the height advantage." She laughed, knowing that her joviallness could easily be mistaken for a lack of focus, though anyone who made an assumption in that regard would sorely be mistaken. Though it seemed she was focused on her reunion with old friends, she was aware of the others in the room from the acrid aroma of Black's cigarette, to the sense of doom that lay about Jaden and his siblings, and to the two other armored figures, that had yet to really say much since their arrival. She returned to her husband's side, her quick smile disappearing as she replaced her helmet, once again fully focused on the task at hand.

As the Rangir traveled through hyperspace towards the planet of Ryloth. Mirdala and Adenn mentally prepared themselves for the challenge a head. It hadn't been all that long since the two of them had been in their beskar'gam, but it did feel good to wear the armor that they were both so used to in their previous lives as bounty hunters. By the time the ship entered orbit over Ryloth, Mirdala had donned her black and red armor, scarred and charactered by many battles and fights with marks that were just too stupid not to run. Adenn was finishing polishing up his helmet, as Mirdala tightly wound a wide ribbon in her hair, holding up the braids as though her jet hair were a crown, and the crimson ribbon merely decoration. Adenn knew that she wasn't trying to make herself be pretty, but that it was simply the easiest and most secure way for the woman to bring her hair under her helmet and not leave any out to be pulled upon or cut. Though in his eyes it did add a certain allure to her delicate face. However one look into those jade eyes of hers, and one would know that the woman was by no means delicate, but an iron rose forged by Mando'ade up-bringing. "Ready for this darling?" He said as he punched in the landing sequence for the coordinates that were given. Mirdala's visage was stern and focused as she gave a slight nod. She was in warrior mode from here on out. (Continued in the Ryloth Tread.)

As Mirdala and Adenn walked through the streets of Mos Eisley, they said little to one another, each mentally preparing for the challenge ahead. When they arrived at the Rangir's berth, Mirdala turned to Adenn and remarked frankly in Mando'a, "I do not trust the intentions of this Faust. I do not trust the situation. I do not like the idea of a non-Mando calling so many of us together for purposes unknown, even if it is only to fight for his amusement. In short, I have a bad feeling about this." Her tone was a serious as Adenn had ever heard his love speak before. He opened his mouth to suggest that they not go, but she held up a hand to silence him. "I do welcome the chance to test myself, and to possibly see old friends. Be on alert though." Adenn considered her for a moment, "Mirdala...If you'd rather not go..." She smiled and gave a slight laugh as she cut him off," Then I wouldn't have gone to the trouble of asking Senger to mind the bar now would I?" The petite woman hopped into the pilot's seat and began the pre-launch sequence. "Now come along darling we wouldn't want to be late now would we?" Adenn marveled at the sudden change in his wife, something she did when she switched between her warrior-self and the woman she was. He joined her in her laughter and boarded the ship as well. ***** In the rising sun of Tatooine the black Firespray-class ship rose and left the planet's atmosphere. (Continued in the Space Thread)

Mirdala nodded to her husband, "Hold down the fort for a few. I'm going to see Senger." Adenn nodded, wondering who Mirdala could have possibly known on this backwater planet, but went about managing the bar and setting things up for shut down in a few hours. When Mirdala returned, the binary suns were just starting to pink with the dawn of a new day on Tatooine. Behind her svelte form a rather tall and muscular man followed her in on her heels. Adenn had just finished shooing out the last few straggling patrons and was busy wiping down the counter. He looked up to meet the newcomer squarely in his striking blue eyes, made to stand out even more so by his long black hair and black garments. "Dear husband, allow me to introduce you to one of my contacts here on Tatooine, Senger Ormulf. He has agreed to mind the bar for us for the duration of the tournament." She introduced the dark stranger with a wave of her hand. Adenn and Senger sized up one anther for a moment then both men nodded without one word to the other in silent acceptance. Mirdala said a quick thanks to her friend and grabbed Adenn by his forearm and led him out of the bar. (Continued in Tatooine Thread)

Mirdala pursed her lips for a moment regarding her husband's enthusiasm at the challenge. True it did sound interesting, but to her she couldn't shake this feeling that there was something more to it than just the tournament itself. She knew that she didn't trust Faust. "It is a challenge rightly offered," she mused stiffly as she approached the new arrival. In all honesty, she was aching for a good fight, but for whatever reason her inner alarms were going off about the whole situation. She did hold a duty to her husband as well. "We shall go, but first we will go to a friend I know and see if they will run the bar while we are gone. There is also somethings that I would like to discuss on our way," she finally answered Adenn in Mando'a.

Mirdala looked up at the holomoniter above the bar as a broadcast caught her attention. ...For most of you, you may ignore this message and go about your own insignificant litlte lives in peace. I would address those who call themselves hunters, especially those who claim to inheret the legacy of the Mandalorians. Her jade eyes flashed and met those of her husband. She recognized the pale and smirking visage of Vladimir Faust, a fellow bounty hunter (though one that she'd never met in person). Just seeing his face put the young woman's senses on alert as she listened to the rest of the broadcast. I am calling together a tournament on Ryloth. This contest is only open to those who dare call themselves Mandalorians. The stakes are a simple contest. The losers lose their armor and are sent home in shame. The victor shall receive some interesting artifacts from my own personal collection, gear I've taken from pretenders to the bloodline during my bounty hunting career. This is something no true Mandalorian warrior can pass up on... The man she knew only by reputation, laughed a cold and eerie, almost malevolent chuckle. It set her warrior sensibilities on alert. Something didn't seem quite right about the whole challenge. She didn't like the insinuation that if they didn't show then they weren't Mando'ade. Mirdala especially didn't like that he was attempting to gather a number of them together in one area. She knew of his tactics, massive explosions, impossible to guard against fully. To her this smelled of a trap, a stench that she knew all to well. The young woman hadn't survived as long as she had in the bounty hunting game by ignoring those instincts. The broadcast continued... After which, I have a special job for the winner, to be revealed when the tournament is done. While it will be held on Ryloth under my supervision, I will not be personally there to over see things, so Armiena darling, you can keep that fleet of yours at home. I shall be making my preparations for your arrival, o' warriors most feared. I suggest you try to find the courage your legacy claims to hold and embrace it for this contest to see who the true heir to the Mandalore's reputation is. The man's evil laughter still echoed in her ears as the screen faded to black. "What do you think of that Tracyn?" she asked quietly leaning close to him as she reached across to grab one of the bottles of ale for a customer. Her voice was low enough that only the two of them were aware of their conversation.

Mos Eisley Cantina now under new management! Come by and stop in for a drink! Sorry, picture is stretching out thread... There are a few policies that will be kept and some to be amended. *No Droids allowed. *Blasters, energy weapons, and thermo weapons are no longer permitted. You may keep your bladed weapons and fists, however. Your first drink is free with a good tale! (Please see Ca'tra Dar'manda for details.)

((OOC: Many many many apologies for my long absence. Finally my internet works! Woot and huzzah! and now to posting!)) Turning to Deton, the ebony-haired woman nodded. "Yes. My husband and I are now the new proprietors of this establishment." She smiled as she surveyed the place. "For a good tale your first drink is free!" ((Sorry so short. Still sorting through stuff. Will pick up soon I promise!))

Mirdala reached over to the data pad that the bar keeper had been running figures on and brought up a fresh tab, entered the man's name and then replaced it to its original location. "All the same, it's good to have a name to a customer. Also it keeps things easier to manage." She smiled, her mind momentarily tuning in to the negotiations that her husband and the barkeep were having. '500,000. Absolute last offer.' The portly man responded. Mirdala looked up at Adenn, met his eyes and nodded. A fair price and honorably agreed on. She turned back to the customer. "I'm sure you have a tale or two to tell. How did a military man such as yourself end up all the way out here? This place has it's own unique charm, but is by no means the tourist or leave hot spot of the galaxy." When her husband and the bartender finished their bargaining she turned to the latter and gave a slight bow. "Apologies, but I thought while you two were engaged in business someone should serve the customers," she nodded, addressing the bartender's somewhat taken aback look from her stepping behind his bar.

Hearing her husband catch the bartender's attention, she stepped back in to the dark recesses of the bar. She stepped aside as an Imperial trooper ((OOC: Did I get that right?)) entered the cantina and made his way to the bar. Mirdala looked to her husband as he negotiated with the bartender over the price of the place, and stepped behind the bar and greeted the man. She raised a jet eye brow as he shot at a small creature before placing his order. "Not a problem. I'm afraid I've been a bit out of touch with the universe at large as of late, but perhaps when these two gentlemen are through with their conversation, one of them might have the information you seek." She searched behind the counter, located and poured up a Correlian Ale for the customer before she asked, "And could I have a name for the tab please?"

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Mirdala smiled and nodded. ”œSo what would you say about the possibility of perhaps taking over this establishment and running it?”

She joined him in his chuckle as she leaned up and gave him a quick kiss. ”œWell, not the one that will bring trouble with it,”

((No problem”¦lol)) She took pushed her head covering back then reached for Adenn's weapon. The blaster was a little heavier than what she preferred, but she knew all to well that it would more than suit her husband. ”œGood choice,”

((Don't sweat it. It was fine!)) She took a moment to register that her husband had now joined her in the cantina as he strode over to the offensive man, who looked about ready to try to pummel the petite woman into the ground. ”œAh”¦and the third and forth reason why I hold absolutely no interest in your pathetic offer,”

((This is Xae...new alias...)) EDIT: Look at first post for character information. Tiana: Sure! PM me a full breakdown! As for the co-author thing...Charli and I know each other IRL and do it via IM. She's mainly the Haku parts, and I'm Chihiro or the others, though the only real characters that either of us could consider as PC are Chihiro and Haku. The rest we treat as NPC and discuss what we'll do with them. Amidala: Thanks... I understand about the anime thing... I've only really found a few outside of Miyazaki's movies that I liked. I posted the character stuff here, but as soon as I sign on my other name I'll edit that in as well. And divide some of the "walls" a bit better. This is a sequel to the movie, set about six years afterwards. Skye: Thanks! ((Xae))

((Apologies for the length...but Silas's character needed a nice set up and well, quite frankly I just got backhanded by some random muse and before I knew it the post was huge...I promise that they won't all be like this...A lot of this is just mainly because I don't know who's active in the cantina currently.)) Once again Mirdala Ad'goran waited for her eyes to adjust to the dimness of the interior of the cantina. During the period of eye-adjustment she sensed that many eyes caught her arrival and were either dismissing her or sizing her up. As her jade eyes adjusted to the light, she took note of the lively mixed-race band playing in the corner as various patrons watched a young Twi'lek with pale blue skin dance to the jovial music. Her instincts as a bounty hunter came into play as she began to read the crowd. Many of them were curious as to whether or not the woman had stepped in to the wrong establishment by mistake. Mirdala understood why as this cantina's reputation as being a gathering place for thieves, smugglers, ruffians, and bounty hunters. It was a place where those that did not wish to be found often could be found in habiting one of the darkened corners of the establishment. This place is definitely no Last Call”¦, the young Mando'a woman mused to herself as she unabashedly strode up to the bar, smiling to herself as some of the patrons fought to give up their seat for the woman. She raised her had to catch the barkeep's attention and when he toddled over to her she said in a slightly Concord Dawnian flavored voice, ”œAndoan Ale and an order of jerked bantha meat please.”

The bright twin sons of Tatooine caused the woman to blink as her eyes adjusted from the dimness of her Firespray-class ship to the harsh brightness of the desert world. A slight breeze blew, bringing with it the musty smell of the settlement of Mos Eisley and stirring her loose jet tresses slightly. Upon landing her ship in the port, she'd radioed her husband about her whereabouts as well as instructions for him to meet her on the planet. The two had been married for nearly a year and had spent very little time together as their occupations as bounty hunters allowed the crossing of their paths to be few and far between. Though, when those crossings did occur they were not wasted opportunities. Over the past few months, the two had talked about seeking other options for making their way in the universe. However, neither of them felt the call to settle among their own people on the rural world of Concord Dawn, where most of their people had settled after the Empire had set out to destroy the Mando'a race and way of life. While she'd been born and raised on Concord Dawn herself, her bloodlines were traced back to the Mandalorian world of Shogun, long since destroyed in the purge. Her mother had been lucky to make it to the last bastion of the Mando'a race. Her father hadn't been so lucky. Her almond-shaped eyes, olive-toned skin, and jet black hair were testament to those bloodties. Her jade eyes that surveyed the inhabitants moving about the port were evidence of her fathers ties to Concord Dawn. This striking combination of features along with her battle-toned petite frame, made her seem all the more exotic. One of her main criteria that she'd insisted on with her husband on selecting a planet, was that it could in no way be boring. Mirdala Ad'goran loved excitement, intrigue, and the odd brawl. She felt that with the colorful array of inhabitants, wanderers, rogues, and characters that continuously populated the city of Mos Eisley, her desire for lack of boredom would be more than fulfilled. Gracefully she slid down the hull of her ship and landed in a crouch on the sand below. Before stepping out into the crowd, she wrapped her long hair up with a swathed head covering that covered both of her shoulders. She stashed her comlink in one of the many pockets of her olive=green cargo pants. Not wanting to draw too much attention to herself, she thought that she'd forgo wearing the Mando'a armor that she was so accustomed to wearing, so she'd opted instead to don the head wrap, pants, and a black tank along with her customary black boots. Her knife was at her side as well, along with her twin blasters that were slung into leather holsters that graced her hips. The head covering was long enough to cover her armaments, but there was also something about the way that she carried herself that suggested that it would be unwise to mess with this beautiful, but very deadly woman. She'd been a bounty hunter almost as soon as she was of age, first going along with her mother, then later by herself. Before that, she'd been brought up as a Mando'a warrior and taught to compensate for her smaller frame and size with surprising strength and lightening quick speed. It was through her career as a bounty hunter that she'd been able to save up quite an amount of money. The same career had led her to meet her husband as well. They'd both been tracking the same mark, and both been assigned the same contract by the same company, hoping to pit one against the other and not have to pay the full bounty. What they hadn't accounted for was the bond of the two's Mandalorian honor, and willingness to communicate. The plot was soon discovered and Mirdala and her new friend. The two quickly put the situation to rest and blackmailed the company into paying double or else their treachery be exposed to the bounty hunter network, thereby making it difficult for them to put out another contract. Of course they were paid. Their friendship grew as they teamed up to take on bigger contracts and it eventually led them to their vows. Since then their time together had dwindled, something that they both regretted, hence the decision to settle for now on Tatooine. Mirdala pondered for a moment as she took in the various languages around her. She knew that her Huttese was more than a little rusty, but she knew that with time she'd pick it up once more. She also thought about choosing a new name for herself. She'd made more than a few enemies over the years, but they'd only seen her in her full armour. They knew the name, but not the face behind the helmet. It would do me well to choose a nom de plume for use during my time here. Otherwise I may find more trouble faster than I wish it. As she walked the streets, she noticed a small cantina. As good a place as any to think things out”¦ And with that thought she ducked in the door. ((Continued in the Mos Eisley Cantina Thread))

Ca'tra Dar'manda Real Name: Mirdala Ad'goran Nickname: Ca'tra Dar'manda* Age: 23 Species: Human, Mandalorian Height: 4'7" Weight: 95 lbs, slender and toned Hair: Jet Black Eyes: Jade Sex: Female Homeworld: Concord Dawn Alignment: Good”¦for the most part”¦ Clothing: Boots, close-fitting cargo pants, green tank Weapon: Blaster, conventional blades (various kinds) Force User: Yes, though no formal training, though her style as a Mando'ade has taught her to tap into her insights and feelings. Inventory: Blaster, Dagger, credits Posessions: Mos Eisley Cantina *Mirdala has taken great pains to ensure that her identity as Ca'tra is untraceable between the two. The only people that know of the duality make up a very small handful of people.