ODN Resurgent 3 Hours after the events in Is Brea, Solyiat
Ryuu stepped off the transport they had taken planet-side to get the Second Fleet’s Flagship before turning to his sister. troops maneuvering around the pair of Nagai. “Well Yuki, that was a shitshow? Hopefully not all the Arconans are that hostile over clothes.”
Because this was supposed to be his off day, Ryuu hadn’t changed into the uniform of the military mostly because he didn’t want to bother with the formalities of being an officer as they made their way to Wulfram’s office to debrief him on the events from a few hours ago.
Yuki, unlike her brother, had taken the time to change into more formal attire. The golden helmet was clipped to her belt and she smiled down at the man beside her and shook her head, blonde horsetail swaying from the movement. “We cannot control how they act, dear brother. We can, however, control of they continue to stay here.”
The smile dimmed a little as her head shook again, this time the movement seemed almost regretful. “A shame that some allies aren’t allies at all. Those two won’t have nearly as much fun at our next meeting, I daresay.”
“Sir, the transport has boarded and both the Lieutenant General and Knight-Commander have disembarked.” The Comms Officer alerted, causing the Mandalorian to shift in his seat.
“Acknowledged.” He responded, turning over the datapad in his hands as he reviewed the personnel files of both in question, as well as the extant parties and Arconans.
One particular name on the preliminary reports had bothered him, Director Bril Teg Arga, rather Starosta, as he had begun stylizing the office of the Director of the Dajorran Marshals. The man Wulfram himself had nominated to succeed him as the successor to the Director’s office and whose world the Mandalorian had just returned from, injured in the line of duty. To have come across ten sectors, settled into his back yard, and get themselves evacuated from the Kiast system over threats made to several members of the Clan.
He pinched the bridge of his nose. It didn’t make sense to him.
Finding the helmet nestled on the armrest of his command seat, Wulfram shifted in his seat and leaned down onto it.
“Of all the paperwork I’d have to take care of this week, I didn’t see intergalactic incident on my charts.”
Passing by the Comms Officer leaving Wulfram’s office Ryuu gave a wry smile before opening the door, walking in, and giving a salute to the Mandalorian sitting at the command seat before stepping to the side to not block the doorway so his sister could enter. “Reporting in sir.”
Yuki stepped into the room behind her brother and didn’t really bother to salute the seated commander. Her eyes took in the surrounding room and she nodded half to herself. Looking at Wulfram, blue-gray eyes hard but respectful.
“Warmaster. There’s been an incident on the surface as you are no doubt already aware.”
Wulfram sighed and waved the datapad at the pair, basalt eyes discerning the disparate pair for a moment while he questioned their relationship before he let the words cross his lips.
“At ease.” Decorum, one of them had more of it than the other. One was like him, the other, a soldier.
“Yes, the report landed on my slate as you were taking flight. An altercation with two figures from Dajorra, one the director of their intrasystem policing agency, the other an Erinos Mandalorian.” The Councilor responded as he tapped on the tablet, swiping two images towards the holoprojector which flared to life, presenting twin images of Minnow Erinos and Bril Teg Arga standing side by side. “I’ve got the who and the where, but what I don’t understand is the why?”
“It started friendly with them introducing themselves. Tisto was being… himself. It came to head when Bril started to verbally assault one of our newer members Jovian about his clothes.” Ryuu scoffed when he reached what caused the entire incident. “At first he was just asking questions, but once he started getting pushy and the Mandalorian woman also joined in on ganging up on him for cultural appropriation. When Jovian tried to leave Bril decided to slap both my sister and I in the face and threaten both Jovian and Yuki I lost my temper and informed them they wore out their welcome and needed to leave, either peacefully or with a military escort.”
Letting his demeanor relax he continued, “All the while they said they were here as your guests, as if that would excuse their behavior.”
Yuki looked from her brother to Wulfram and shrugged. “My brother has the right of it, Warmaster. That one,” she said, gesturing at the image of Minnow, her voice hard. “thought it would be good to try to get at me in regards to my wearing beskar.”
Another gesture toward Bril, her voice filled with disgust and seemed to vibrate the air with lethal intent. “That one accosted Jovian because of his karking clothing. Jovian tried to get that di'kut to leave him alone but he persisted. Ryuu told them they had worn out their welcome and it was time to leave either by their own accord or by force.”
She snorted and shook her head, blonde locks swaying with the motion. “That Zabrak, wished us the best of luck in doing so. At which point, I exercised my right to call in sufficient reinforcements and informed them in no uncertain terms that they could leave or be thrown out since they hadn’t the manners to behave.”
The Armis patriarch exhaled and began to drum on the datapad at his fingertips. They came under the guise that they were ‘his’ guests. He keyed the pad once more and flung the image of their ship onto the holopanel, eyeing it for a few moments before he struck the panel again.
“I remember offering them no such guestright. If I had, one would assume I would have been there to meet them. Despite having been on Selen in the quelling of the ‘Old Gods’ and potentially losing my eye to secure my daughters’ and brother’s home, any offers were not granted for them to have free reign to come and cause problems in our home, in my name. Kiast is a space of varied cultures and a safe haven for any who would seek it, not a place of persecution for wearing the wrong garments.” The Mandalorian sighed and turned, throwing his helmet into a cupboard space.
“If he felt that Jovian was appropriating or being dismissive of another’s culture, especially the Nightsisters’, there were better ways to go about the situation. Honestly, I’m surprised anyone would act in defense of the Nightsisters in this day and age, they were slavers, pure and simple. The Zabrak they kept were slaves to them, brutes and breeding stock to be used and discarded, sold to the highest bidders. Maul is the result of their influence, and a functional piece of the downfall of Mandalor.” Wulfram spat.
Yuki raised an eyebrow at the speech given by someone she personally viewed as a stoic and soft spoken, a smile trying to tug on one corner of her mouth. “And what would you like done about this, Warmaster? Shall I follow him and remove the clear and present danger he poses?”
She touched the hilt of her ichor sword with a vicious grin. “Perhaps gut him with another of his precious cultural artifacts and then string him up by his ankles?”
Ryuu turned to look at his sister, “No, I don’t think that would be necessary dear sister. I highly doubt we’ll see those two again after today.” He turned back to Wulfram before asking, “Is there anything else you needed for the report?”
“No, no. Your brother is correct. That won’t be necessary at all.” The Mandalorian chimed in, tapping the datapad which lit the vessel up red on the holo, before text floated beside it.
:>>Effective Immediately: Identified Vessel: Passenger Manifests Required - Detain illegal parties, failure to comply, detain vessel and all occupants.
“If they return with that vessel, they’ll be remanded into our custody or sent home. I’ll arrange a return to Selen soon to see my eldest children and make a stop by the Serpentine Throne to discuss matters with Zuza directly, we have some history, I’ll confer with her over holo about it beforehand. This should, overall, die out with wounded prides or aggravated outlooks at most. I don’t see there being any long-term repercussions of children coming quarterway across the Rim to pick a fight, other than having the adults yell at them for a while.” He said with a shrug as he pointed to a bottle of aged whiskey in a cabinet just past Yuki’s shoulder.
“Drinks?” He offered.
Yuki raised an eyebrow and grinned slightly. “I am not the kind of girl to turn down free booze. Not worried we’ll start another row?”
She laughed, a rich hearty sound, as she walked over towards Wulfram. “I’m sure we could cause a lot of damage drinking and flying this thing.”
As Yuki walked towards Wulfram, Ryuu stepped over to the cabinet and grabbed the bottle and a couple of glasses before making his way to the desk and pouring each of them a drink. He took a sip of his and let out a content sigh. “Good stuff. Better than what I had at the bar, though probably not better than what she had.”
Setting down his drink he continued, “Now that we’ve settled this issue should we bring the Consul up to speed or are you going to be doing that later?”
“That, Knight-Commander, is why I have a Navigator and Helmsmen, to make sure I do neither of those things. The Resurgent’s Command Staff would also not take any drunken orders, unless they actually made sense. I’d like to think we’re keeping our armed forces in some level of check, these days.” The Mandalorian shot back at Yuki.
“Rumor has it that your sister does have expensive tastes, but I suppose that’s what being ‘Lady Suoh’ affords one, isn’t it?” Wulfram chuckled as he pulled on his own drink, then looking between the pair of them.
“The High Councilor has yet to arrive and the matter was simple enough. If you’d prefer to wait for his shuttle to touch down, we can wait for him. Though I know both of you were on leave hours when all of this went down, so I would not begrudge you the choice to leave and find yourselves some other, less irksome, entertainment that sitting here staring at my scarred face all day.” He returned, pouring himself a second.
The woman grinned and sipped the glass given to her. “I have expensive tastes because something worth having is always expensive.”
Yuki gestured at Ryuu. “He could have the same if he’d just accept the funds held for him but he wants to wander the land like some warrior from antiquity.”
She took another sip. “Besides, you are yet to be irksome and I find you plenty entertaining enough.”
“I quite enjoy wandering the land like some warrior from antiquity.” Ryuu took another drink of his whiskey and gave his sister a smirk. He know his lifestyle bothered her to no end, but he wouldn’t give it up. “Besides, the day I give it up I know you’ll be there to throw all expensive things my way that you’ve been wanting to do for years.”
Yuki grinned at her brother with a wink. “The minute you let your guard down, you’ll be drowning in luxury so fast your head will spin.”
She laughed and took a sip from her glass and turned her back towards the other man in the room. “And what of you, Warmaster? Do you not enjoy some luxuries?”
“I have children. Do you think I have the time, inclination, or ability to afford luxuries?” The Councilor of War responded as he mulled over his whiskey, chuckling at the conversation between the siblings.
To have the connections and wealth to simply drown someone in luxuries sounded positively astonishing, though, as he thought to himself, he realized in his position he likely could afford such things but realistically never had given them much thought. It had never been his lifestyle. He built everything on giving his children a better life than he had.
“Maybe one day, when they’re all grown, and none of them will despise the others for growing up richer or poorer than the others.”
The Nagaian woman waved a hand with a grin. “We live to spoil our children as well.”
Yuki smiled softly almost to herself as she spoke. “The twins in particular wanted for nothing. But, our jobs as parents is to prepare them the best we can. S I they had the best teachers money could find, the best equipment and enough funding for their future to not worry overly much if they remain prudent.”
She gave a short laugh. “They got that from their father, obviously. I’m a little too carefree where money is concerned.”
“They’re where all of my luxuries go. I jokingly call my credit account the ‘Child Support Fund’ because when my children need for anything, they get it.” He mused, pouring them both more whiskey.
“Blood or foundling, makes no difference, all my children. I raised most of them since before they were in their teens, and they’re all as different as the planets of the Outer Rim, and each one just makes a mess of my life in different ways. Whether it’s Sofila getting shot, Asani getting into arguments, Erin getting stuck in maintenance shafts, what have you. They’re all unholy terrors and I love them all.” The smile on his lips indelible as he thought of his children.
Yuki laughed again, the rich sound similar to the way velvet feels. “Oh my, yes. The girls are worlds different from each other.” She stopped for a minute and thought about it. “That may have something to do with who helped raise them. My sweet Adenn definitely takes after Tarvitz more than Xin does. That one is more like me than she wants to admit.”
“And this is why I don’t have kids. I’m fine being the uncle who shows up every now and then. Would make a terrible father.” Ryuu took another sip of his drink and gave a wry smile. “How much longer until Gui finally gets here?”