Grandson of A'denla

[16:56] Jorval Kad entered Nicci's office, taking special note of the various food items present. Focus Jorval, Focus. He approached The Alor's desk and offered a nod, "Ner Alor."

[17:07] Nicci Ordo studied him briefly when he arrived into her office. There was a large pizza sitting on her desk, freshly delivered, still steaming and the cheese bubbling. "I read your report on the history of Ordo. It is most impressive. Tell me what do you think of the history of your chosen Aliit?" she asked.

[17:12] Jorval Kad found himself glancing between the Pizza and his Alor, though he did his best to maintain his focus on her, crossing his hands behind his waist before he'd answer; "I think ordo's history is the most violent of the Mandalore Clans. We're also the only Clan to have claimed an entire Star System and historically to have the greatest numbers, the only one that crushed another clan simply for getting in their way. That is good history, and history I will honor."

[17:14] Nicci Ordo nodded, finding herself raising an eyebrow at what he was wearing, "You are going to get heatstroke wearing all that nonsense out here." she commented.

[17:17] Jorval Kad heaved a slight shrug, "I was in a hurry to get here, threw on the first thing I saw. Haven't fainted yet." [17:21] Nicci Ordo raised a brow, "You always wear that out here. You may not faint but it can still cause brain damage. Furs and osik like that are fine if you are in armor with environmental controls but not in plain clothes. Throwing on the first thing you saw didn't mean you had to pile on layers," she said, not being nitpicky about it, was just seriously concerned, or thought him crazy.

[17:25] Jorval Kad simply offered the Alor a nod. "I'll wear something more suitable from now on, Alor." The heat never bothered him anyway, so he didn't think much on it, "I just like wearing my trophies wherever I go."

[17:29] Nicci Ordo snorted, "Perhaps, but when they become impractical for the desert then they should be hung up somewhere.  Or at the very least lose the jacket under them and go shirtless so the fur can protect your shoulders from the burning sun but your pours can still breathe," she replied.  She had not grown up here, but she had lived here for enough years to know such a thing was deadly, and she didn't want A'denla's grandson to die over his stubborn pride. "You are ready for your next task I take it?" she asked.

[17:31] Jorval Kad nodded rather quickly, having been quite anxious for a while, "Elek, what is it?"

[17:35] Nicci Ordo smirked slyly. "I have just sent Kerlian on a task to find the Munit'kad aliit and report on their dealings, whereabouts, etc. You are not to interfere with her task in any way, but I want you to seek out Char Munit'kad, or rather...Silas...and fight him over his di'kutla allegations of us being Kyr'tsad. You are to explain to him that I did not come myself because I have beaten his ass into the dust so many times he is no longer worthy of fighting with an actual Mandalorian, let alone an Alor, so he is to fight an Evaar'tal. Refusal is not an option, should he refuse, you are to attack the hut'uun anyway. I do not care if you win or lose, you are merely to show him that Ordo will not stand by and allow him to insult us."

[17:40] Jorval Kad immediately allowed a wide grin to appear on his face. His gloved hands came together and rubbed in anticipation. He had dared Char to fight him before but he refused, and now he had an excuse to do it anyway, "I'll get on that right away, Alor." before balling a fist and punching his open palm. So many tasks dealing with tact, patience, etc. Finally one of battle, "Is that all?"

[17:43] Nicci Ordo nodded, "For now. Return when you have completed your task and you shall receive another."

[17:44] Jorval Kad nods, turning and making his way out of her office, and straight to a Starship to hunt this Chakaar down.