(D12 LM Open) Special Delivery

[Nekoinu]

Standing in the hold was a sole Mandalorian, though he was flanked by several hounds and a few cases. He had striking red hair and probably could pass off similarly to Xavien in terms of build. Still, the big difference were the beast pelts and bones adorned on his armor.

[Phoebe Wren]

Swallowing a yawn that was building up, Phoebe at least felt alert and ready to accept their "visitor". Hopefully not alone though? She personally felt a bit unease with interacting with the other clans on her own.

"Hello there."

[Nekoinu]

The stranger seemed like he had a response in mind, but it ended up not making any sense in his head.

She was a commander, surely, but not a general.

"Mornin' there. Don't be shy, they only bite if I tell 'em to," he said, smirking afterwards. He walked over to one of the crates and lazily kicked off the lid. "Here are the blasters Mand'alor ordered. None of us are in the business of killn' kids so this'll do well."

He stroked the pelt on his shoulder. "We made sure to lower the stunning capacity a bit. These are usually meant for the more unruly beasts of our pack."

[Phoebe Wren]

General Phoebe had a good ring to it.

She gave the hounds another look before focusing. Stepping over to the opened crate, she took a look at the blasters therein. "Nice work." Now if only there was such a thing as a stun-setting on vibroswords. "We hope as many as possible will see reason and not fight us. It's a shame for the future of the Mando'ade, what they have done with these kids."

[Nekoinu]

"Ain't too bad to train younglin's up though," The Mandalorian remarked. He then coughed in his fist and gave a wry smile. "I might be a bit rougher than others. I'm Aaroth of Clan Rodarch. You heard of us before?"

[Phoebe Wren]

"Clan Rodarch? I had almost expected to see asharl panthers then. An honor, brother," she cracked a smile. It was a clan she had heard of, famous for the asharl panthers they had trained to fight beside them. It was even their symbol.

"Phoebe Wren, sworn to Clan Laerrin."

[Nekoinu]

"Yeah, well, desperate times, desperate measures," Aaroth remarked. He squatted down and looked at his hounds. "Panthers are a bit harder to come by. Not sure if any of my dogs will make it through the night, to be honest."

[Phoebe Wren]

"Well, we hope it will be as few losses as possible to the Mando'ade. That goes for your hounds too," she offered sincerely. The clans had lost enough with the civil war, Phoebe felt. No need to lose even more.

[Nekoinu]

"That's hopeful. But war is war, and I doubt the Clan Saxon loyalists will weep for us." The man spat on the ground. "They made their choice."

He then looked at his spit wad. "I can clean that up, if ya want."

[Phoebe Wren]

"Too true." She figured it was best to just agree for now, and not linger too much on her own opinions at the moment.

Phoebe did raise her eyebrows at the spitting, and then at the offer to clean it up. "Go ahead. Doesn't bother me, but I'd rather not have to take the blame for it if the matriarch sees it." Not that she'd think Treya would be a clean-freak, but the critical eye of Mama Laerrin was... best avoided, she felt.

[Nekoinu]

Aaroth got down and wiped it up with a rag from his pouch. "Can't say I'm comfortable with the idea of wipin' out an entire clan. What do ya think? Think their children can carry it on without murkin' it up?"

[Phoebe Wren]

She breathed in deeply. "Hard to say... but I'm willing to put faith in them."

[Nekoinu]

"Fair enough. Though I have to say, who would raise them? Can we trust any of 'em grown ones to be, well, not psychotic?"