Introduction to the Ordo Alor
[07:27] Davos Ward Ordo was calmly learning against the old worn down table. It creaked every now and then from the immense weight he had. His thick arms contorting as he pressed the blade of his greatsword into the groundsheet below his feet. His single yellow eye flicked back down as he brushed a whetstone along the length. A high screeching sound emenating from the blade as it resonated nicely. After a few more strokes and the blade was nicely honed he picked it up in a mechanical hand, it creaked like a old scarecrow's post as he dropped it down on the table with a idle thud... Raising a scarred eyebrow which only made his brow wrinkle as flecks of warpaint dripped off his face... " Su'cuy.. " he said in a bland thickly accented tone. Moving to push himself up and stand before her... His soft single eye looking down at her behind a pleasant veil of raven black hair.. Red head, he had many a experience with those.. Well armed though... That hilt of that sword, the cross guard... Siiti'si made... He knew the work of the (C)
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[07:29] Davos Ward Ordo Sith almost anywhere, he was close friends with Trayus and also Darth Malice... His brow furrowed a bit in distaste as he looked down to her corset and her general appearance. " Who are ye'.. Before I throw ye' out of dis' compound... Only ones allowed in are dat' bit titted Twilek an' da' small titted Twilek..
[07:38] Nicci Sularen folded her arms across her chest, raising an eyebrow at this man who towered over her. Once again a supposed elder with an eyepatch. She was really beginning to wonder if it was an actual requirement to be an elder, losing an eye. "Su'cuy," she replied flatly, unimpressed overall by his appearance, but then again she was never impressed with anyone's appearance. It was probably a good thing he had not said who he was friends with out loud, or she would have looked at him with utter disgust, "Yes this blade is Slit made. I stole it just before I carved out the throats of the ones who took me from my family." she replied harshly, almost as if she spit the words out at his feet. "And I don't know, what AM I doing here? One minute I am on Onderon, getting into a brawl with the Mandalore...who I did not even know was Mandalore..." she smirked at the memory, "Then he tells me he is going to train me himself, then I get summoned way out here by you. So you tell me, what am I doing here then?" she would a
[07:38] Nicci Sularen defiantly. Her own eyes were harsh, deadly serious, as if the concept of joking about something was completely foreign to her.
[07:46] Davos Ward Ordo smiled ever so slightly and as soon as he opened his maw... They showed, the horendous teeth his buir' had filed into points.. The standard manner for any member of Ordo since it's foundations.. Looking more like a shark then anything he peered down at the slip of paper he was given, " So yer' dis person A'denla wants me to train.. Teach how to be a bit more.. Bloodthirsty.. I don't care who ye' are at the end of the day.. I was given this piece of paper with a comm number on it. Here ye' are.. I am impressed at yer' obedience.. I am Davos Ward Ordo and brawlin' with the Mandalore.. Few live to tell the tale! I am more impressed... I am going to take ye' under my wing, since it seems A'denla wants your violent streak to be funneled in the right direction. " nodding ever so slightly so his beard grinded up against his chest plate. " So I asked ye' who the kriff are you.. You give me a blathering of what you did and this and that.. I don't care about that.. Your on a clean slate, your not special, your (C)
[07:47] Davos Ward Ordo continued, " expendable... So yer' name is all I require and from here on out.. We make something of you.. If not then ye' will have your scalp collected like the rest.. Ordo isn't Kata.. We have standards, since Sirus Ordo was in charge all the way through Rohlan and my buir' Ures... "
[07:56] Nicci Sularen's eyes went livid at his disrespect. Not to her. "I don't care if you are the kriffin Emperor of the universe, You will address our leader as Mand'alor as he has earned the right to be called!" she snapped, not really giving a rat's ass if she were punched for the effort. "And Mand'alor did not mention anything to me about my training under you. What he do was set me out on a task already. My name is Nicci, and I never claimed nor wanted to be special, but if you are thinking i am expendable I'd like to see you try and expend me as if I were a candle to be blown out. I'd have fun watching you." she snarled. "And the extent of MY bloodthirst is probably longer than your dick, which I'm sure ain't saying much, but I can guarantee it is something you are born with, not that can be taught. Now if you are done with your introduction, Mand'alor has already sent me on a task, involving ripping apart a few force users and gaining their lightsabers. I'd like to get to it."
[08:01] Davos Ward Ordo raised a eyebrow and suddenly leaned his head back and let loose a howling of laughter, " Kriff yer' a funny one! Mand'alor? A'denla... Ye' are the dumbest piece of work I have ever set eyes on.. Or eye... Titles mean little in Ordo.. I respect A'denla cause he can kick my shebs, I don't expect ye' to respect me but well... This is for yer' troubles.. " Suddenly a powerful hand swung out, the thick metal gauntlet creaked with rust as he attempted to haymaker her in the side of the head. It was a slow move and he didn't care if it hit her or not.. He wanted the reaction.. The reaction is all he cared about at this moment. His single eye narrowing as he ignored the further statements though they were fairly simplistic.. " Yer' somethin else little girl... Ye' are exactly like I expected.. Ye' don't shut up, words don't kill people.. I hope ye' do with that sword o' yours... However words don't kill people, neither does braggin' about killing people... Ye' have impressed me thus far though, the Mand'alore (C
[08:11] Davos Ward Ordo continued " is not incharge of my kriffing Aliit! " he snapped his maw closing shut with a rough crunch. " I am the Alor' I take my orders from him... Not ye' so if he wants you under his wing take that up with him but ye' are so far it seems under ma' control.. He sent ye' here because of your attitude, a attitude I'd like to harness and use for the betterment of Ordo and the Mand'alore's wishes... So ye' can stop making A'denla out to be Kad Ha'rangir.. He ain't a god.. He bleeds but he is there because he has a brain, and knows how to unite the Aliit's... All ye' have done so far is not shut yer' kriffing mouth and act to impress me with wha'? Ye' taking down some kriffin' people who wave their hands around.. Guess what, I want to take one down I gotta grab ol' Matilda and load her up with a slug and they are dead... Ordo is for the bloodthirsty, yer' just a wee little lass who don't know the difference between killing and talkin'.. "
[08:19] Nicci Sularen only half listened to his ridiculously long speech. Instead she allowed her legs to slip from under her, taking a cat-like crouch to the ground to avoid the big man's punch, "How did you even get your position as Alor with such garbage in your head, wermo. We are the Mando'ade, children of the Mand'alor. He earned that title and I would challenge you to dare say what you just told me to his face," she snarled. She had said all this as she had dropped, and had also studied his half armored body. He had not drawn a weapon on her, so she would not draw one on him, greatly preferring to use her own body anyway, even in a losing situation. The man was big, but she was used to most her brawls being against opponents bigger than she. The bigger they were, the harder they fell, the trick was just to make them fall. The threw her weight into her thick thighs as her legs swung out into a hand-standing kick right into his lower abdomen, attempting to get him doubled over sh she could knock a fist into his fac
[08:19] Nicci Sularen No one swung at her, she didn't give a flying kriff about rank in that regard.
[08:25] Davos Ward Ordo raised a eyebrow as she began to lower herself down.. Davos was Ordo and he knew much, and combat was one of the many things he knew.. Slowly he began to let a hand fall back as if he was simply resting it against the table.. " I got my position through being violent... Ordo is more loyal to the Mand'alor then anyone else... I'd die for him anyday, but it causes me to.. Focus on what he is, a man... A man who guides me and leads me.. A man I respect, but a man... We are his children because he guides us, not because he is us.. We are our own selves... " he said simply, his voice was fairly calm and composed... He was not like his buir, he used his anger when he needed to... He then saw it the foot that came at his stomach it hit him hard and he doubled over but in this way.. He simply threw himself at her, a powerful hand coming around attempting to smash into her stomach as hard as he could.. The breath was knocked out of him and he slowly began to let all his anger funnel outwards.. Veins began to (C)
[08:27] Davos Ward Ordo pop out of his neck and biceps as he let his upper lip curl back, " Ye' want violence! Ye' got it! " he let his other hand come back as he attempted to grasp hold of the powerful sword he had.. He had a hand on hilt in this position but he had leaned forward enough so he wouldn't be knocked down but he was evidently out of breath and was wheezing for it.
[08:37] Nicci Sularen was more agile than the slow man, and would use her thighs to propel herself backward and to the side of him as he swung. She did it just a hair too late however, and his meaty fist hit her in the stomach, just not at its intended force. As his fist smacked into her corset he reopened a wound Mand'alor had already given her, once again and for the second day in a row a bit of blood trickled from the corner of her lip. Her tongue slid over her full lips, gathering up the blood and savoring it, which only added to her lust for more of it. She regained her feet quickly as she noticed him going for his sword, and charged him, throwing all her weight into her shoulder as she attempted to ram it into the EXACT same spot she had hit earlier, knowing that to bring down such a large meaty opponent, one had to concentrate on one area to make it weak. "Fight me like a man," she smirked, referring to his attempt to grab at his sword. She still made no move for her own weapons. For her, physical battle was an
[08:37] Nicci Sularen elasion, and her crimson hair went flying in her dance while she moved.
[08:44] Davos Ward Ordo smirked from his doubled over position... He himself had no blood on him yet... " Death is death.... " but he heeded her words, he wanted her in his Aliit.. A standard Ordo recruitment process.. So the powerful hand slipped from off his sword but as fast as he possibly could.. The muscle contorting as she plowed into him, but he simply used he fall to gain some distance.. Yet a huge pain shot through him, his stomach was only partially armoured and he liked it that way, more mobility but it cost him as he felt a horrdendous pop as his small intestine burst.. Blood spewed from his maw as he swung as hard and as fast as he could.. The distance needed was created by the fall as he attempted to backhand her as hard as he could across the face.. The servos in his artificial forearms whirred to life giving a small burst of power to allow the full flex of his forearm to try and smash her in the side of the skull... Yet he even if he hit her would be on his side his sword pressed into the ground and blood (C)
[08:46] Davos Ward Ordo dripping nicely from his lips... The pain was infuriating but it only made him angrier and angry was good yup yup.. So he took a deep breath and said plainly, " Lass, yer' quick.... " was all he grunted in the back of his throat which only made his gut hurt more and blood froth from his maw.
[08:54] Nicci Sularen flew back as his backhand landed against her face. A cybernetic arm was a cybernetic arm afterall, and the strength managed to send her sailing into the canvas of the tent. It hurt, she knew there would be a bruise on her face later, but it wasn't quite enough to daze her, and as she went flying backwards she managed to twist her body so that her feet hit the canvas, using this to lauch herself back at him, attempting, now that he was on the ground and on his side, to land a kick right on his cheek bone, hoping with all sincerity that she broke it. He had afterall, just hit her in the face, and she was all about eye for an eye. If successful she would be panting from the exertion but invigorated as she would stay in the crouched position next to the big man, "Are you saying you want to stop?" she asked, in response to his comment on being quick, and of the fact he was on the ground.
[09:00] Davos Ward Ordo felt the foot to the cheek bone and he howled in pain... He had pulled away a small amount but the foot still landed on his jaw and three sharklike teeth ripped free from their gums and stabbed into his tongue... He drew back and as he let loose a small laugh he spit the teeth on the ground, " I don't kill ner'vod... " he said simply and reached over grasping for a bench to pull himself up on, " Yer' quick, and yer' smart and yer' loyal most importantly... I want ye' in my Aliit' no trials.. Ye
[09:08] Davos Ward Ordo hit enter.. " just did yours.. I am man enough to know when I will get the kriff beaten out of me... I am slow and powerful, ye' are quick and nimble.. I ain't the Mand'alor.. I want someone to lose.. I'll shoot em' in the kriffin face... Yer' loyal to the Mand'alor as am I... He is a father to me.. A man I wish to be one day, but I won't... I serve and kill and whatnot.. " he shrugged his immense shoulders and sat down holding his gut.. " Ye' didn't win... Death is another step, I wanted to die I woulda' handed you the knife, however us beatin' the tar out of eachother doesn't make you useful to me.. Thar' is a lot you can teach me and a lot I can teach ye'... "
[09:18] Nicci Sularen rose to her feet. She was in a large amount of pain, but too stubborn to show it other than the heaving of her chest that was a necessity due to the fact she was out of breath. Her red locks were disheveled around her face, but that was not something she ever really gave a rat's ass about. She eyed him suspiciously. One moment he was calling her stupid, which was really what set her off in the rage to begin with. No one called her stupid or challenged her intellect and walked off unscathed. Now he was calling her smart, and she didn't know which he actually thought. She walked stiffly over to the bench he had pulled himself up on. she really had to stop mouthing off to Elders. Bur yeah, she would probably do it again tomorrow. "I don't need you to hand me the knife, I have my own," she smirked with the sarcasm always heavily laced in her voice. She didn't sit, out of stubbornness. Her intense gaze merely stared openly at him. She always studied people in this manner. There was a lot you coul
[09:18] Nicci Sularen tell about someone due to the lines in their face, scars on their body, or tattoos on their skin. It more often than not made people extremely uncomfortable, the way she stared, but she still did it anyway.
[09:24] Davos Ward Ordo looked to her simply as she approached. It was not a sharp gaze or a submissive one he himself was just studying her... " So... I didn't catch a name.. " he said in a soft tone and reached down to his left side to grasp the three sharklike teeth and he studied them before dropping them onto the table. " A gift... Ye' earned it.. So how do you think of it.. I need a Alor'ad ye' got the guts and if your pants are showin' me right, the balls for the job.. It will take time, I'll work ye' into it and maybe you can sit around one of my boring lessons on history.. Love it, from Siit' history cause understanding your enemy is powerful, to the history of weaponry and the moon Ordo that orbits Mandalore Prime... My home, our home if you are willing... To many times are Alor'e looking to test others.. I need members, Ordo is old and our traditions are vast.. Considered the bloodiest of the Aliit' we.. Enjoy our bloodshed and our drink... However I need to deal with this wound... Mind helpin' me? Jus' pull the (C)
[09:26] Davos Ward Ordo continued, " straps near me' hips and shoulders... " he said standing up so his back was to her.. His mind began to wander, she was a looker.. Ordo didn't have ways with women.. They usually beat them.. He did like redheads though, so he continued to think... His one working ear simply listening into ambient noise and the euphoric din coming from outside. It was night out, a rarity here, and the spot lights for the AA gun illuminated the tan walls of the FOB's tent.
[09:43] Nicci Sularen raised an eyebrow as he asked her to be Alor'ad after being in the clan for only one day, and by his consent 5 minutes. She shrugged. If someone was going to offer she wasn't going to refuse. As far as she was concerned HE needed to be whipped into shape. "Agreed then. And I have no issues with studying history." she replied harshily. She rolled her eyes as he asked for help with his gear. She marched over to him, grabbed the straps at his hips and shoulders, and tore them so roughly from his body that it might have actually made his wounds worse. She wasn't a gentle person afterall. "And my name is Nicci. My parents were Ordo, long ago, before they were murdered by Siit sorcerers on Dxun." she stared at the teeth on the table, maneuvering around it to poke at them curiously. She removed a set of tweezers from her jacket and picked them up one by one placing them into a tiny bag. The human mouth was a dirty place afterall and she was going to have them cleaned first.
[09:48] Davos Ward Ordo felt the straps nearly get torn off and he looked over his shoulder, " Kriff... Relax lass.... " he said in a simple but sharp tone, " I'll cut yer' kriffin' tits off if you do that again. " he shrugged his huge shoulders and the massive chestplate and rocketpack fell to the floor in a heap.. " Ye' need a set of beskar'gam... Beskar' is in short supply so ye' might have to make use for phrik, however first ye' need to simply tell me of yer'self... Ordo is a family, I'm kinda... The dad? " he raised a eyebrow at his own connection, " Nah definately not the dad.. I'm just yer' noble leader and all that nonsense.. Still tell me yer' likes and dislikes.. With yer' personality no doubt ye' need to do online dating... So pretend like this is yer' little questionaire.. No doubt da' Mand'alor has banged ye' so we can cross that off the list. He likes to have his fun dat' ol' brute.. Love him for it' tho.. Ye'know? " he said and pulled on the bottom of his sweater before lifting it over his head as he (C)
[09:50] Davos Ward Ordo examined the bulge on his stomach.. Bruised, definately internal bleeding so he reached down on his leg and opened a pouch and removed a blue syringe and a small knife... Slowly he pressed the tip of the combat knife to the bulge and with a hideous pop a torrent of blood splashed across the ground as he hissed in pain before taking the syringe and stabbing it into the wound... " Kriff! " he yelled and slowly pulled the syringe out once he was sure it was full of the blood clotting agent... " I'll see Gris later... " he mumbled looking down to his heap of armor, " Shirtless... Reminds me of times long ago when A'denla had a cane... Good times... "
[10:00] Nicci Sularen's eyes darkened significantly. At first she had merely listened as he droned on with his ridiculous banter. But as soon as he had dared implied she had slept with anyone, let alone Mand'alor, she would attempt to use her gloved hand to grab him by the beard. If successful she would tank him up close to her own face, her eyes blazing, "Let's you and me get one thing straight right now you hear. Alor or no, esteemed clan leader or not, you mouth off something that disrespectful to me again and we will be experimenting just how dar your damn depth perception goes with two patches on those eyes instead of one." she snarled. "Not that it is ANY of your business, but I havent "banged" anyone and that includes "Mand'alor." Had she been successful at grabbing his beard she would now roughly let go. "And for the record, you can try to cut my kriffin tits off, but I dont think you have a sword thick enough to get through these suckers before i removed your balls, which are much smaller." she snorted, adjusting
[10:00] Nicci Sularen her rather large chest in her corset after having leaned over like that. She watched him work on his wound with a look of nothing but being pleased with herself for inflicting it.
[10:05] Davos Ward Ordo smirked a bit as she grabbed his beard and then he suddenly rolled his remaining eye, " Ye' got a big mouth... " he said in a simply retort to her, " And ye' threaten to much... " calmly looking down her corset for a moment and making a 'not bad' face pursing his lips as he smoothed out his beard.. Flecks of dry blood dropping to the ground, " Honestly lighten up lass.. The Mandalor is the only one who is a tight ass around here and even he jokes... Take a joke... We are a big family.. Ye' stick with Ordo I'd lay down my life for ye' with ease... Cause family is more then blood.. Ye' aint of my family, you aren't a Ward... Ye' are a wee' little lass by the name of Nicci, yet that wee little lass, is outwardly a big bitch, no hate though.. All Mando'ad women are twats... So live a little... Ordo is the brutes, only thing stopping us from death is our beskar'gam and how fast we can block a saber or vibro with.. " he said looking down to the oozing hole in his stomach as he grumbled, taking a immense ham (C)
[10:06] Davos Ward Ordo hand he grasped a lighter a simply metal object and flicked it before he held it close to the wound.. The brilliant orange flame brought bloody bubbles and flesh together as he bit down on his lip in pain.. Blood dripping into his beard... " So, yer' a tight ass... What else don't I know about you little Nic... Mind if I call you Nic? Nicci sounds... Meh' I'll just call you Nic... "
[10:15] Nicci Sularen shrugged. He could call her whatever he wanted so long as it was her name and not insulting. She smiled when he called her a bitch. She had worked hard to make people think that of her. She sat down finally across from him. Joking was something she was not used to doing having lived among the sith for most of her life. The concept was a foreign one. Fighting was what she knew and loved, so if anything was going to be an excuse to get her into one, she would take it. She either didn't notice him looking at her tits, or didn't care, because she leaned over the table to look at what he was doing with the wound to the point where they almost spilled out of her corset. She was poor, and had had it too long, despite growing out of it a bit. "Nicci sounds what?" she asked, raising a brow, "And what else is in this...questionnaire you were mentioning asking me?"
[10:20] Davos Ward Ordo shrugged and slowly bent down closer to her, his nose almost touching hers getting a nice glimpse of her chest he smilled a bloody smile from ear to ear.. " Hmmm, tell me of yer'self.. Your interests, we all have hidden ones.. Personally for me, I try to keep mine hidden, a Ordo who enjoys reading books.. Unheard of! " he said with a broad gleaming smile, " This stigma is so... Annoying, the other Elder's have this infatuation of thinking me a mindless brute, how rude... " he then slowly began to stand up, " I'm gonna grab some chow, want something? " he said calmly.. " Also should I shave this beard.. Gettin' a bit crazy... " he said standing before her peering down at her with a almost... Affectionate gaze, she was apart of his Aliit' so far and as such he had a protective nature a mile wide. He loved making sure his Aliit' got the best and did the best that they could.. He asked very little, blood and bloodshed... " So Nic, want a drink too? " he rubbed a powerful hand over his cauterized wound.. " (C)
[10:22] Davos Ward Ordo continued, " Mind telling me about yer' past.. I'm gonna go get somethin' since yer past is of mine as well.. Us both being born Ordo, ye' born with a bigger attitude then Darth Rowe herself... Ye' need to let off some steam, wanna get wasted? " he said standing at the doorway of the tent.
[10:29] Nicci Sularen grumbled. She would have popped him one for getting in her face had he not stood up. She raised an eyebrow as he gazed at her in a manner she didn't even understand. The poor kid had known only cruel hatred from others all her life. "Yeah sure I could use a drink I guess," she replied. The alcohol would afterall numb her wounds. "As for my past, do you want to know specifics or would you like me to tell you a story?" she asked harshly
[10:34] Davos Ward Ordo slowly returned after a long moment.. In his hands he held two platters, rationing kits as he dropped them down he pressed a small button and a steam system heated it all.. Green beans, mash potatoes and meat in gravy.. As they heated up he left and returned with a large bottle from his own barrack box he had stored in his tent.. " Netra' gal.. Black ale, should get' ye' drunk lass.. " he said and slowly began to peel away the plastic before taking a small bite of the meat.. Content he looked up, " Tell me in the manner that makes you feel de' most comfortable.. This is your home, I am your family as are da' rest of these people.. Once you get yer' beskar'gam they will die for you... Not into dramatics myself but it is what it is.. Yer' safe here, but we expect respect and bein' rude to a Elder doesn't gain you brownie points but how you socialize ain't my issue.. When you have Ordo as your name, your represent us... Bloodthirsty or not, we love and are people... "
[10:47] Nicci Sularen stared at the plate curiously as he set the platter down in front of her. She began to meticulously pick apart the food, setting out sections on the plate in small portions. after a few long moments one could tell she had never been properly fed in her life and she was used to having to ration out every meal if she wanted to live. Now, even though she didn't have to, it was a force of habit. She stared at the black bottle and nodded, taking it and draining it as if it were water. she was never one for manners afterall, she had never been taught them. "Ah well..." she began, whiping her mouth, "I was on a small outpost in Dxun when the Mand'alor called clan Ordo to fight for him in a skirmish. Most of the outpost left, leaving behind a skeleton crew to man the defensive systems. I was only three years old at the time, so my parents were left as part of that crew with one other so they could look after me. One day the outpost was raided by a Sith Order, and everyone in the outpost were killed, save
[10:47] Nicci Sularen The Sith found me in a crate near the rear of the base, cryin. They decided to take me with them. They needed a subject for a sorcery experiment. They were trying to turn a being who is not Force Sensitive into one who is. They kept me there for 14 years trying. When they finally realized they were never going to accomplish it, they decided I was no longer of use, and tried to have me killed. The Sorcerer who had been charged with raising me got attached I think. He woke me in the middle of the night and told me to get my things and run. I did, but an alarm was sounded and several troops came after me. I was chased into the room of artifacts, where I grabbed this sword, slaughtered those who were chasing me, and escaped."
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[07:29] Davos Ward Ordo Sith almost anywhere, he was close friends with Trayus and also Darth Malice... His brow furrowed a bit in distaste as he looked down to her corset and her general appearance. " Who are ye'.. Before I throw ye' out of dis' compound... Only ones allowed in are dat' bit titted Twilek an' da' small titted Twilek..
[07:38] Nicci Sularen folded her arms across her chest, raising an eyebrow at this man who towered over her. Once again a supposed elder with an eyepatch. She was really beginning to wonder if it was an actual requirement to be an elder, losing an eye. "Su'cuy," she replied flatly, unimpressed overall by his appearance, but then again she was never impressed with anyone's appearance. It was probably a good thing he had not said who he was friends with out loud, or she would have looked at him with utter disgust, "Yes this blade is Slit made. I stole it just before I carved out the throats of the ones who took me from my family." she replied harshly, almost as if she spit the words out at his feet. "And I don't know, what AM I doing here? One minute I am on Onderon, getting into a brawl with the Mandalore...who I did not even know was Mandalore..." she smirked at the memory, "Then he tells me he is going to train me himself, then I get summoned way out here by you. So you tell me, what am I doing here then?" she would a
[07:38] Nicci Sularen defiantly. Her own eyes were harsh, deadly serious, as if the concept of joking about something was completely foreign to her.
[07:46] Davos Ward Ordo smiled ever so slightly and as soon as he opened his maw... They showed, the horendous teeth his buir' had filed into points.. The standard manner for any member of Ordo since it's foundations.. Looking more like a shark then anything he peered down at the slip of paper he was given, " So yer' dis person A'denla wants me to train.. Teach how to be a bit more.. Bloodthirsty.. I don't care who ye' are at the end of the day.. I was given this piece of paper with a comm number on it. Here ye' are.. I am impressed at yer' obedience.. I am Davos Ward Ordo and brawlin' with the Mandalore.. Few live to tell the tale! I am more impressed... I am going to take ye' under my wing, since it seems A'denla wants your violent streak to be funneled in the right direction. " nodding ever so slightly so his beard grinded up against his chest plate. " So I asked ye' who the kriff are you.. You give me a blathering of what you did and this and that.. I don't care about that.. Your on a clean slate, your not special, your (C)
[07:47] Davos Ward Ordo continued, " expendable... So yer' name is all I require and from here on out.. We make something of you.. If not then ye' will have your scalp collected like the rest.. Ordo isn't Kata.. We have standards, since Sirus Ordo was in charge all the way through Rohlan and my buir' Ures... "
[07:56] Nicci Sularen's eyes went livid at his disrespect. Not to her. "I don't care if you are the kriffin Emperor of the universe, You will address our leader as Mand'alor as he has earned the right to be called!" she snapped, not really giving a rat's ass if she were punched for the effort. "And Mand'alor did not mention anything to me about my training under you. What he do was set me out on a task already. My name is Nicci, and I never claimed nor wanted to be special, but if you are thinking i am expendable I'd like to see you try and expend me as if I were a candle to be blown out. I'd have fun watching you." she snarled. "And the extent of MY bloodthirst is probably longer than your dick, which I'm sure ain't saying much, but I can guarantee it is something you are born with, not that can be taught. Now if you are done with your introduction, Mand'alor has already sent me on a task, involving ripping apart a few force users and gaining their lightsabers. I'd like to get to it."
[08:01] Davos Ward Ordo raised a eyebrow and suddenly leaned his head back and let loose a howling of laughter, " Kriff yer' a funny one! Mand'alor? A'denla... Ye' are the dumbest piece of work I have ever set eyes on.. Or eye... Titles mean little in Ordo.. I respect A'denla cause he can kick my shebs, I don't expect ye' to respect me but well... This is for yer' troubles.. " Suddenly a powerful hand swung out, the thick metal gauntlet creaked with rust as he attempted to haymaker her in the side of the head. It was a slow move and he didn't care if it hit her or not.. He wanted the reaction.. The reaction is all he cared about at this moment. His single eye narrowing as he ignored the further statements though they were fairly simplistic.. " Yer' somethin else little girl... Ye' are exactly like I expected.. Ye' don't shut up, words don't kill people.. I hope ye' do with that sword o' yours... However words don't kill people, neither does braggin' about killing people... Ye' have impressed me thus far though, the Mand'alore (C
[08:11] Davos Ward Ordo continued " is not incharge of my kriffing Aliit! " he snapped his maw closing shut with a rough crunch. " I am the Alor' I take my orders from him... Not ye' so if he wants you under his wing take that up with him but ye' are so far it seems under ma' control.. He sent ye' here because of your attitude, a attitude I'd like to harness and use for the betterment of Ordo and the Mand'alore's wishes... So ye' can stop making A'denla out to be Kad Ha'rangir.. He ain't a god.. He bleeds but he is there because he has a brain, and knows how to unite the Aliit's... All ye' have done so far is not shut yer' kriffing mouth and act to impress me with wha'? Ye' taking down some kriffin' people who wave their hands around.. Guess what, I want to take one down I gotta grab ol' Matilda and load her up with a slug and they are dead... Ordo is for the bloodthirsty, yer' just a wee little lass who don't know the difference between killing and talkin'.. "
[08:19] Nicci Sularen only half listened to his ridiculously long speech. Instead she allowed her legs to slip from under her, taking a cat-like crouch to the ground to avoid the big man's punch, "How did you even get your position as Alor with such garbage in your head, wermo. We are the Mando'ade, children of the Mand'alor. He earned that title and I would challenge you to dare say what you just told me to his face," she snarled. She had said all this as she had dropped, and had also studied his half armored body. He had not drawn a weapon on her, so she would not draw one on him, greatly preferring to use her own body anyway, even in a losing situation. The man was big, but she was used to most her brawls being against opponents bigger than she. The bigger they were, the harder they fell, the trick was just to make them fall. The threw her weight into her thick thighs as her legs swung out into a hand-standing kick right into his lower abdomen, attempting to get him doubled over sh she could knock a fist into his fac
[08:19] Nicci Sularen No one swung at her, she didn't give a flying kriff about rank in that regard.
[08:25] Davos Ward Ordo raised a eyebrow as she began to lower herself down.. Davos was Ordo and he knew much, and combat was one of the many things he knew.. Slowly he began to let a hand fall back as if he was simply resting it against the table.. " I got my position through being violent... Ordo is more loyal to the Mand'alor then anyone else... I'd die for him anyday, but it causes me to.. Focus on what he is, a man... A man who guides me and leads me.. A man I respect, but a man... We are his children because he guides us, not because he is us.. We are our own selves... " he said simply, his voice was fairly calm and composed... He was not like his buir, he used his anger when he needed to... He then saw it the foot that came at his stomach it hit him hard and he doubled over but in this way.. He simply threw himself at her, a powerful hand coming around attempting to smash into her stomach as hard as he could.. The breath was knocked out of him and he slowly began to let all his anger funnel outwards.. Veins began to (C)
[08:27] Davos Ward Ordo pop out of his neck and biceps as he let his upper lip curl back, " Ye' want violence! Ye' got it! " he let his other hand come back as he attempted to grasp hold of the powerful sword he had.. He had a hand on hilt in this position but he had leaned forward enough so he wouldn't be knocked down but he was evidently out of breath and was wheezing for it.
[08:37] Nicci Sularen was more agile than the slow man, and would use her thighs to propel herself backward and to the side of him as he swung. She did it just a hair too late however, and his meaty fist hit her in the stomach, just not at its intended force. As his fist smacked into her corset he reopened a wound Mand'alor had already given her, once again and for the second day in a row a bit of blood trickled from the corner of her lip. Her tongue slid over her full lips, gathering up the blood and savoring it, which only added to her lust for more of it. She regained her feet quickly as she noticed him going for his sword, and charged him, throwing all her weight into her shoulder as she attempted to ram it into the EXACT same spot she had hit earlier, knowing that to bring down such a large meaty opponent, one had to concentrate on one area to make it weak. "Fight me like a man," she smirked, referring to his attempt to grab at his sword. She still made no move for her own weapons. For her, physical battle was an
[08:37] Nicci Sularen elasion, and her crimson hair went flying in her dance while she moved.
[08:44] Davos Ward Ordo smirked from his doubled over position... He himself had no blood on him yet... " Death is death.... " but he heeded her words, he wanted her in his Aliit.. A standard Ordo recruitment process.. So the powerful hand slipped from off his sword but as fast as he possibly could.. The muscle contorting as she plowed into him, but he simply used he fall to gain some distance.. Yet a huge pain shot through him, his stomach was only partially armoured and he liked it that way, more mobility but it cost him as he felt a horrdendous pop as his small intestine burst.. Blood spewed from his maw as he swung as hard and as fast as he could.. The distance needed was created by the fall as he attempted to backhand her as hard as he could across the face.. The servos in his artificial forearms whirred to life giving a small burst of power to allow the full flex of his forearm to try and smash her in the side of the skull... Yet he even if he hit her would be on his side his sword pressed into the ground and blood (C)
[08:46] Davos Ward Ordo dripping nicely from his lips... The pain was infuriating but it only made him angrier and angry was good yup yup.. So he took a deep breath and said plainly, " Lass, yer' quick.... " was all he grunted in the back of his throat which only made his gut hurt more and blood froth from his maw.
[08:54] Nicci Sularen flew back as his backhand landed against her face. A cybernetic arm was a cybernetic arm afterall, and the strength managed to send her sailing into the canvas of the tent. It hurt, she knew there would be a bruise on her face later, but it wasn't quite enough to daze her, and as she went flying backwards she managed to twist her body so that her feet hit the canvas, using this to lauch herself back at him, attempting, now that he was on the ground and on his side, to land a kick right on his cheek bone, hoping with all sincerity that she broke it. He had afterall, just hit her in the face, and she was all about eye for an eye. If successful she would be panting from the exertion but invigorated as she would stay in the crouched position next to the big man, "Are you saying you want to stop?" she asked, in response to his comment on being quick, and of the fact he was on the ground.
[09:00] Davos Ward Ordo felt the foot to the cheek bone and he howled in pain... He had pulled away a small amount but the foot still landed on his jaw and three sharklike teeth ripped free from their gums and stabbed into his tongue... He drew back and as he let loose a small laugh he spit the teeth on the ground, " I don't kill ner'vod... " he said simply and reached over grasping for a bench to pull himself up on, " Yer' quick, and yer' smart and yer' loyal most importantly... I want ye' in my Aliit' no trials.. Ye
[09:08] Davos Ward Ordo hit enter.. " just did yours.. I am man enough to know when I will get the kriff beaten out of me... I am slow and powerful, ye' are quick and nimble.. I ain't the Mand'alor.. I want someone to lose.. I'll shoot em' in the kriffin face... Yer' loyal to the Mand'alor as am I... He is a father to me.. A man I wish to be one day, but I won't... I serve and kill and whatnot.. " he shrugged his immense shoulders and sat down holding his gut.. " Ye' didn't win... Death is another step, I wanted to die I woulda' handed you the knife, however us beatin' the tar out of eachother doesn't make you useful to me.. Thar' is a lot you can teach me and a lot I can teach ye'... "
[09:18] Nicci Sularen rose to her feet. She was in a large amount of pain, but too stubborn to show it other than the heaving of her chest that was a necessity due to the fact she was out of breath. Her red locks were disheveled around her face, but that was not something she ever really gave a rat's ass about. She eyed him suspiciously. One moment he was calling her stupid, which was really what set her off in the rage to begin with. No one called her stupid or challenged her intellect and walked off unscathed. Now he was calling her smart, and she didn't know which he actually thought. She walked stiffly over to the bench he had pulled himself up on. she really had to stop mouthing off to Elders. Bur yeah, she would probably do it again tomorrow. "I don't need you to hand me the knife, I have my own," she smirked with the sarcasm always heavily laced in her voice. She didn't sit, out of stubbornness. Her intense gaze merely stared openly at him. She always studied people in this manner. There was a lot you coul
[09:18] Nicci Sularen tell about someone due to the lines in their face, scars on their body, or tattoos on their skin. It more often than not made people extremely uncomfortable, the way she stared, but she still did it anyway.
[09:24] Davos Ward Ordo looked to her simply as she approached. It was not a sharp gaze or a submissive one he himself was just studying her... " So... I didn't catch a name.. " he said in a soft tone and reached down to his left side to grasp the three sharklike teeth and he studied them before dropping them onto the table. " A gift... Ye' earned it.. So how do you think of it.. I need a Alor'ad ye' got the guts and if your pants are showin' me right, the balls for the job.. It will take time, I'll work ye' into it and maybe you can sit around one of my boring lessons on history.. Love it, from Siit' history cause understanding your enemy is powerful, to the history of weaponry and the moon Ordo that orbits Mandalore Prime... My home, our home if you are willing... To many times are Alor'e looking to test others.. I need members, Ordo is old and our traditions are vast.. Considered the bloodiest of the Aliit' we.. Enjoy our bloodshed and our drink... However I need to deal with this wound... Mind helpin' me? Jus' pull the (C)
[09:26] Davos Ward Ordo continued, " straps near me' hips and shoulders... " he said standing up so his back was to her.. His mind began to wander, she was a looker.. Ordo didn't have ways with women.. They usually beat them.. He did like redheads though, so he continued to think... His one working ear simply listening into ambient noise and the euphoric din coming from outside. It was night out, a rarity here, and the spot lights for the AA gun illuminated the tan walls of the FOB's tent.
[09:43] Nicci Sularen raised an eyebrow as he asked her to be Alor'ad after being in the clan for only one day, and by his consent 5 minutes. She shrugged. If someone was going to offer she wasn't going to refuse. As far as she was concerned HE needed to be whipped into shape. "Agreed then. And I have no issues with studying history." she replied harshily. She rolled her eyes as he asked for help with his gear. She marched over to him, grabbed the straps at his hips and shoulders, and tore them so roughly from his body that it might have actually made his wounds worse. She wasn't a gentle person afterall. "And my name is Nicci. My parents were Ordo, long ago, before they were murdered by Siit sorcerers on Dxun." she stared at the teeth on the table, maneuvering around it to poke at them curiously. She removed a set of tweezers from her jacket and picked them up one by one placing them into a tiny bag. The human mouth was a dirty place afterall and she was going to have them cleaned first.
[09:48] Davos Ward Ordo felt the straps nearly get torn off and he looked over his shoulder, " Kriff... Relax lass.... " he said in a simple but sharp tone, " I'll cut yer' kriffin' tits off if you do that again. " he shrugged his huge shoulders and the massive chestplate and rocketpack fell to the floor in a heap.. " Ye' need a set of beskar'gam... Beskar' is in short supply so ye' might have to make use for phrik, however first ye' need to simply tell me of yer'self... Ordo is a family, I'm kinda... The dad? " he raised a eyebrow at his own connection, " Nah definately not the dad.. I'm just yer' noble leader and all that nonsense.. Still tell me yer' likes and dislikes.. With yer' personality no doubt ye' need to do online dating... So pretend like this is yer' little questionaire.. No doubt da' Mand'alor has banged ye' so we can cross that off the list. He likes to have his fun dat' ol' brute.. Love him for it' tho.. Ye'know? " he said and pulled on the bottom of his sweater before lifting it over his head as he (C)
[09:50] Davos Ward Ordo examined the bulge on his stomach.. Bruised, definately internal bleeding so he reached down on his leg and opened a pouch and removed a blue syringe and a small knife... Slowly he pressed the tip of the combat knife to the bulge and with a hideous pop a torrent of blood splashed across the ground as he hissed in pain before taking the syringe and stabbing it into the wound... " Kriff! " he yelled and slowly pulled the syringe out once he was sure it was full of the blood clotting agent... " I'll see Gris later... " he mumbled looking down to his heap of armor, " Shirtless... Reminds me of times long ago when A'denla had a cane... Good times... "
[10:00] Nicci Sularen's eyes darkened significantly. At first she had merely listened as he droned on with his ridiculous banter. But as soon as he had dared implied she had slept with anyone, let alone Mand'alor, she would attempt to use her gloved hand to grab him by the beard. If successful she would tank him up close to her own face, her eyes blazing, "Let's you and me get one thing straight right now you hear. Alor or no, esteemed clan leader or not, you mouth off something that disrespectful to me again and we will be experimenting just how dar your damn depth perception goes with two patches on those eyes instead of one." she snarled. "Not that it is ANY of your business, but I havent "banged" anyone and that includes "Mand'alor." Had she been successful at grabbing his beard she would now roughly let go. "And for the record, you can try to cut my kriffin tits off, but I dont think you have a sword thick enough to get through these suckers before i removed your balls, which are much smaller." she snorted, adjusting
[10:00] Nicci Sularen her rather large chest in her corset after having leaned over like that. She watched him work on his wound with a look of nothing but being pleased with herself for inflicting it.
[10:05] Davos Ward Ordo smirked a bit as she grabbed his beard and then he suddenly rolled his remaining eye, " Ye' got a big mouth... " he said in a simply retort to her, " And ye' threaten to much... " calmly looking down her corset for a moment and making a 'not bad' face pursing his lips as he smoothed out his beard.. Flecks of dry blood dropping to the ground, " Honestly lighten up lass.. The Mandalor is the only one who is a tight ass around here and even he jokes... Take a joke... We are a big family.. Ye' stick with Ordo I'd lay down my life for ye' with ease... Cause family is more then blood.. Ye' aint of my family, you aren't a Ward... Ye' are a wee' little lass by the name of Nicci, yet that wee little lass, is outwardly a big bitch, no hate though.. All Mando'ad women are twats... So live a little... Ordo is the brutes, only thing stopping us from death is our beskar'gam and how fast we can block a saber or vibro with.. " he said looking down to the oozing hole in his stomach as he grumbled, taking a immense ham (C)
[10:06] Davos Ward Ordo hand he grasped a lighter a simply metal object and flicked it before he held it close to the wound.. The brilliant orange flame brought bloody bubbles and flesh together as he bit down on his lip in pain.. Blood dripping into his beard... " So, yer' a tight ass... What else don't I know about you little Nic... Mind if I call you Nic? Nicci sounds... Meh' I'll just call you Nic... "
[10:15] Nicci Sularen shrugged. He could call her whatever he wanted so long as it was her name and not insulting. She smiled when he called her a bitch. She had worked hard to make people think that of her. She sat down finally across from him. Joking was something she was not used to doing having lived among the sith for most of her life. The concept was a foreign one. Fighting was what she knew and loved, so if anything was going to be an excuse to get her into one, she would take it. She either didn't notice him looking at her tits, or didn't care, because she leaned over the table to look at what he was doing with the wound to the point where they almost spilled out of her corset. She was poor, and had had it too long, despite growing out of it a bit. "Nicci sounds what?" she asked, raising a brow, "And what else is in this...questionnaire you were mentioning asking me?"
[10:20] Davos Ward Ordo shrugged and slowly bent down closer to her, his nose almost touching hers getting a nice glimpse of her chest he smilled a bloody smile from ear to ear.. " Hmmm, tell me of yer'self.. Your interests, we all have hidden ones.. Personally for me, I try to keep mine hidden, a Ordo who enjoys reading books.. Unheard of! " he said with a broad gleaming smile, " This stigma is so... Annoying, the other Elder's have this infatuation of thinking me a mindless brute, how rude... " he then slowly began to stand up, " I'm gonna grab some chow, want something? " he said calmly.. " Also should I shave this beard.. Gettin' a bit crazy... " he said standing before her peering down at her with a almost... Affectionate gaze, she was apart of his Aliit' so far and as such he had a protective nature a mile wide. He loved making sure his Aliit' got the best and did the best that they could.. He asked very little, blood and bloodshed... " So Nic, want a drink too? " he rubbed a powerful hand over his cauterized wound.. " (C)
[10:22] Davos Ward Ordo continued, " Mind telling me about yer' past.. I'm gonna go get somethin' since yer past is of mine as well.. Us both being born Ordo, ye' born with a bigger attitude then Darth Rowe herself... Ye' need to let off some steam, wanna get wasted? " he said standing at the doorway of the tent.
[10:29] Nicci Sularen grumbled. She would have popped him one for getting in her face had he not stood up. She raised an eyebrow as he gazed at her in a manner she didn't even understand. The poor kid had known only cruel hatred from others all her life. "Yeah sure I could use a drink I guess," she replied. The alcohol would afterall numb her wounds. "As for my past, do you want to know specifics or would you like me to tell you a story?" she asked harshly
[10:34] Davos Ward Ordo slowly returned after a long moment.. In his hands he held two platters, rationing kits as he dropped them down he pressed a small button and a steam system heated it all.. Green beans, mash potatoes and meat in gravy.. As they heated up he left and returned with a large bottle from his own barrack box he had stored in his tent.. " Netra' gal.. Black ale, should get' ye' drunk lass.. " he said and slowly began to peel away the plastic before taking a small bite of the meat.. Content he looked up, " Tell me in the manner that makes you feel de' most comfortable.. This is your home, I am your family as are da' rest of these people.. Once you get yer' beskar'gam they will die for you... Not into dramatics myself but it is what it is.. Yer' safe here, but we expect respect and bein' rude to a Elder doesn't gain you brownie points but how you socialize ain't my issue.. When you have Ordo as your name, your represent us... Bloodthirsty or not, we love and are people... "
[10:47] Nicci Sularen stared at the plate curiously as he set the platter down in front of her. She began to meticulously pick apart the food, setting out sections on the plate in small portions. after a few long moments one could tell she had never been properly fed in her life and she was used to having to ration out every meal if she wanted to live. Now, even though she didn't have to, it was a force of habit. She stared at the black bottle and nodded, taking it and draining it as if it were water. she was never one for manners afterall, she had never been taught them. "Ah well..." she began, whiping her mouth, "I was on a small outpost in Dxun when the Mand'alor called clan Ordo to fight for him in a skirmish. Most of the outpost left, leaving behind a skeleton crew to man the defensive systems. I was only three years old at the time, so my parents were left as part of that crew with one other so they could look after me. One day the outpost was raided by a Sith Order, and everyone in the outpost were killed, save
[10:47] Nicci Sularen The Sith found me in a crate near the rear of the base, cryin. They decided to take me with them. They needed a subject for a sorcery experiment. They were trying to turn a being who is not Force Sensitive into one who is. They kept me there for 14 years trying. When they finally realized they were never going to accomplish it, they decided I was no longer of use, and tried to have me killed. The Sorcerer who had been charged with raising me got attached I think. He woke me in the middle of the night and told me to get my things and run. I did, but an alarm was sounded and several troops came after me. I was chased into the room of artifacts, where I grabbed this sword, slaughtered those who were chasing me, and escaped."
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