Redemption

[10:07] Jorval Ordo traveled far from the frigid wastes of shogun to the lush forests of Onderon. Equally worthy for a warrior's mettle, but in very different ways. The chieftain ventured into the clan's establishment, his Dathomiri lance in tow - alive with the soft humming of the electricity that coursed through it. His arrival was heralded by heavy foot falls against the wooden floors. It was alive with activity - banter and fights happened with regularity though he paid them little mind. Alor'ad stood out from the crowd and he approached her. "Su'cuy, ner Alor'ad."  He greeted in a low, gutural sound, eventually standing before her though his gaze appeared to be more occupied by the selection of alcohols behind the counter.

[10:13] Nicci Ordo had just arrived herself, finally returning from her trip to Nar Shaddaa.  She herself was preoccupied with a myriad of thoughts as a result of the new information she had discovered.  She had only just sat down, deep in thought, when Jorval walked through the door and addressed her.  This was surprising.  She had felt a tension around him and she was rarely addressed much.  "Su'cuy," she grunted.  She too was gazing at the many choices of alcohols behind the bar.  Though she was known to be drunk quite often, today was the first time she had felt she needed one.  "Oh I sent that...Grat'ua Alor to you a while back to see about housing up with Ordo.  Did he ever send you a comm?"

[10:21] Jorval Ordo rolled his shoulders. He likewise enjoyed filling up on alcohol, mainly for the brawls that often followed the inhibition. "Hm." He grunted at her inquiry, "He found me on Shogun. He sought to fight together 'as equals.' He growled in reply.  "He denied a house in that wretched gathering but favors one now. Confusing change of heart." He gestured to the bartender and called out: "Two Narcoleths. My tab." Ordering for Nicci as well as himself. Narcoleth was the strongest produced within Mandalorian space, and it was his favorite. "Come." He growled as he made his way toward one of the tables, "I need to speak with you."

[10:25] Nicci Ordo scowled.  She never really liked people ordering for her.  But at least he got her a narcoleth instead of netra'gal, for it was also her favorite.  The bartender pulled out a bottle and poured her glass, but instead of taking the glass she just grabbed the bottle and followed him to the table.  She pulled her helmet off so she could actually drink it, setting it on the table surface and looked at him, albeit with slight wary.  "Lek?" she asked.  She was not at that meeting, but it didn't matter.  Only end results mattered.

[10:37] Jorval Ordo unsealed his helmet, but didn't pry it from his head entirely. Instead he merely pulled it up so that his scarred features were visible. A slight smirk became visible when she took the whole bottle, even giving a slight nod of approval. Still, his expression quickly turned hard as it usually was. His arms crossed over his plated chest and a moment of silence ensued. The stubborn warlord found it difficult to confide, to share his thoughts. He turned most others away, and mutilated those foolish enough to insist. Still, if there was anyone he deemed worthy of speaking to - it was the only other Mando'ad he saw as his equal. "I have made bad decisions." He growled in admittance. "I have fought alongside Kyrt'sade. I have killed many... some deserving. Others not. I know you only yield Ordo to me because of how I use my fists, not my mind. As I stand now I am unworthy of my grandfather's legacy... But I would see that change." He said, perhaps relinquishing as many words as he has ever said in a single

[10:37] Jorval Ordo: sentence. A finger on his cybernetic hand - the hand that Nicci herself took - pointed in her direction. "I need your help you achieve this. Your are wiser than I am. Tell me - How do I gain redemption?"

[10:49] Nicci Ordo almost choked on the narcoleth.  She paused for a long moment, the bottle still held upright to her lips, liquid suspended in time as he spoke.  She took a long drag from it with much swallowing, before she slowly set it down, wiping her mouth on the back of her gauntlet.  It was several moments before she spoke, his words having caught her entirely off-guard.  She wanted to think on this carefully, to give the respectful answer a question like that deserved.  She exhaled heavily, then replied, "The first step toward redemption is to...acknowledge one's past mistakes.  The stubborn...never learn anything.  Your words now are...unexpected.  But they inspire hope in my heart.  You come to me asking how you may seek redemption, but you have already taken the first step yourself.  The rest will be up to your actions, reflected in the way you lead this clan into its future.  But more than that.  Our people's numbers have grown small, and we have done that to ourselves.  Disagreement over what it is to be

[10:49] Nicci Ordo  mandalorian, killing each other over philosophy.  I have come to believe it will drive us to extinction.  I still hold to my beliefs as mando'ad but, have come to respect others beliefs as mando'ade as long as it does not dishonor the resol'nare.  It is my opinion that, if you show not just our clan, but our people as a whole, that you care to see us thrive once again, it can erase your kyr'tsad past.  There is no guide datapad on how to live.  We will all make mistakes.  It is what we do with those mistakes that define who we are.  Who are you?"

[10:58] Jorval Ordo himself reached out for the bottle once she had finished, tilting his head back and taking a hearty gulp of it before setting it back hard on the table. All this while listening carefully to every word she had to say. He rolled his shoulders at the revelations. Nicci, a Mandalorian of few words like himself, likewise surprised him with such a speech. The notion of showing 'all others' outside his clan his intentions brought about a light scowl. Jorval did not like other clans. He was not as tolerant as she was, but he was also younger. "These other clans speak our language and wear the armor, but that is where our similiarities end. They take pride in being mercenaries and boot licks, lying to themselves by calling it 'honorable war.' I have nothing in common with these Mando'ade..." Her last question though, he answered promptly - "I am Jorval Kad, Alor be'Aliit Ordo. And I want to be worthy of that title."

[11:10] Nicci Ordo smirked a little. "That may be true.  But we do not all have to be similar, to be children of Mandalore.  They are all men and women who follow the resol'nare, who went through their trials and wear the armor.  They are not aruetiise, they are one of us.  They are our people, and they come in many sizes, shapes, colors, and personalities.  While I abhor the mercenary way of life, in the past our efforts to show them -our- ideals has gotten us nowhere.  We have been called kyr'tsad by the ignorant.  But in thinking on it, can we blame them, when our approach was to call them boot-licks and liars?  I have learned that words can have greater effect than fists at times, and bring about only a closed mind.  We cannot fight our enemies if we are fighting among ourselves.  We will never again have a Mand'alor if he will be killed due to a long line of challengers who disagree with every ounce of his beliefs, no matter what the beliefs are.  If you speak with these other vod, and actually take the time to learn w

[11:10] Nicci Ordo  they believe as they do, you may find you have more in common than you think, you just execute your plans differently." she responded to his first statements.  To his last, she said.  "And what does Jorval Kad want for Aliit Ordo?  What does he want of himself?"

[11:21] Jorval Ordo took another swig of the bottle as she continued to advise him. As the Alor'ad she was doing precisely what she needed to do. He was silent whilst she spoke, hearing out every word with caution. His eye twitched when she spoke of accepting the other clans as brethren, but that was merely his own stubbornness. Even now, he managed to power through it and find reason in the notion. A simple grunt and nod would be all he offered in terms of agreement to the terms. it would be a hard path, but he could see himself coming to respect the others. It was her latter inquiry that weighed the heaviest on him, however. A small pause ensued before he answered, "For Ordo to be the mightiest of the clans. I want Mando'ade and aruetiise alike to know our name. For Mando'ade to respect it, and for aruetiise the tremble at it. I would see us be larger than Skirata, and to remain a family through every war. As for myself..." He shrugged, "If I do not die a glorious death, then I hope to remain worthy. Have a family, and

[11:21] Jorval Ordo: bear children to pass this on to."

[11:29] Nicci Ordo actually smiled a little.  "Those are noble ambitions.  In order to be given respect, one must be willing to show respect.  I believe if you can do that, then that is a reachable goal.  Sometimes our greatest challenges are the ones we give ourselves, within our hearts.  Your biggest obstacle is your stubbornness.  You must beat it in submission and take control over it, not let it control you.  I did not believe you could do it before.  Now I think you are ready to.  If Ordo can show they respect the way of life of the other clans then we will be respected among them.  Our battle prowess will be enough to make aruetiise tremble before us.  And our clan will grow, and we will be a name recognized once again.  And when that happens, we will be in a position to lead by example.  Others will be more open to listening, and we may yet be able to convince our people that the mercenary way of life is but a pale glimmer of the glory we could be after."

[11:36] Jorval Ordo paused somewhat to process the information, taking a last swig of the bottle before offering Nicci a light nod. "vor'e, Alor'ad." He growled before pulling his helmet back down over his head and sealing it in place. He rose from his seat and gathered his lance, offering another nod her way. "The bottle is on me. One day soon, we ought to have a drinking competition." He said with a rough chuckle. "But until then, you have my comm, should you need anything. It is time Ordo grew into a family."

[11:43] Nicci Ordo smirked, "We own the bar, ner Alor.  The bottle is on the clan when we do inventory.  I drink half the stock anyway," she burped.  "You would lose that contest at least," she smirked.  "I will use your comm more often.  Might have a couple new people coming in.  I will let you know."

[11:45] Jorval Ordo then left like a boss