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| CK57 | Sep 3 2010, 12:00 AM Post #1 |
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It was an unextrodianary day on Dxun, the main base of the A'den clan. Rain poured from the sky as if the heavens above intended to flood the jungle world below. The flora and fauna of the planet went about their daily routines as if the Mandalorians weren't there, aside the occasional foolish one that was dumb enough to get itself blasted by the automated turrets guarding the compound. Inside the the base was far different from the jungle outside. Beskad clashed and weapons roared as the soldiers of the A'den clan trained themselves and each other. As the clan in charge of the blockade they needed to be in top condition at all times even by the already high standards of the Mandalorian people. A standout amongst their people walked the grounds in route to see the head of all the Mandalorians. The massive Epicanthix soldier stood taller then most of the men that made up his clan and all of the few women. The thick Beskar'gam the A'lor wore was matte black with a white trim as was the Beskar plated jetpack on his back that sat above the sheaths containing his Beskad. A his infamous pair of Mandalorian Rippers sat in drop-leg holsters on his thighs and had left his rifle in his quarters for now. Adrian was in route to see Ge'Carta Ordo, the Mand'alor. The man's high rank saw that none questioned him as he made his way past a guard or two and opened the door of her quarters and war room to find her....asleep. She had fallen asleep with one of the various Mandalorian children at the compound on her chest, who laid there awake and content. A quick nod from Adrian followed by a rare smile, that his helmet would conceal, saw to it that the child would get up without waking the woman and getting a gratefull pat on the head from Adrian. He rested a hand on her shoulder and gave her a light push to awake her, he had not seen the woman in some time since their arguement in front of the men. "Ge'ika, get up. The Jedi Grandmaster shall be arriving shortly." Adrian said as he removed his helmet and clipped it to his belt. |
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| Azium | Sep 3 2010, 01:07 AM Post #2 |
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It as a commonly known thing that Ge'carta had a soft spot for children, usually taking up the duties of looking after the younger ones when ever she was visiting a clan's compound. Napping was her favorite thing, along with the combined leisurely activity of snuggling. That was rare side few ever got to actually glimpse, the maternal side of her. She had raised several war orphans as her own, adopting them and training them to be proper Mando'ade, but she had never had any of her own blood yet that didn't matter since blood meant nothing to their culture. The gentle push to her shoulder would make her stir, shifting in the hammock with her arms hooked as if she was still holding the child that had already left. With a glance down for the little bundle of joy she let out a low sigh, finding the boy was gone and figuring Adrian had him go. Eyes briefly flicking to the helmet across the room on a hologram projector she ran a gloved hand through her dreadlocks, she shouldn't have been sleeping with out it even if she was surrounded by vode. While she stood she finally mulled over what Adrian had said, fingers going through her belt pouches before producing a deathstick and lighting it with her gauntlet mini flame thrower. A long drag off the short filter would bring the longed for spices into her lungs, the pain numbing effects starting their run. Ge'carta never spoke of any pain that troubled her, nor did she have an scars to indicate she had any. It was a silent burden she ate away at, along with her life, using deathsticks. "Right… Grandmaster… Jedi…" she had started to say before taking another drag, slowly strolling to a holochart to set one hand over it while her shoulders hunched, head down. The sweet smell from the smoke off her little indulgence drifted about the room. "We'll deal with it when he gets here." Things were starting to turn political, one thing Ge'carta didn't like to muddle the waters with. Mando'ade never bothered with governments or stark ethics, a Jedi coming into the picture only meant two things, he wanted an alliance or he was seeking a death wish. The deathstick would stay between her fingers while the gloved tips pinched the bridge of her nose, heaving a sigh. "Usen'ye, Adrian," she said, using the worst possible word in Mando'a to get some one to leave, not returning the name gesture of 'ika either. Ge'carta wasn't being emotional this time around, she was physically exhausted though not run down. The Sephi could still perform her duties, both physically and mentally, it was the pain she was struggling with. |
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| CK57 | Sep 5 2010, 12:12 AM Post #3 |
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Deathsticks. Adrian hated the spice with a fiery passion for the awful effects it left on it's users. He shook his head as Ge'carta pulled one out and took a drag. "You're well aware of how bad those are correct? That they cloud your thinking and numb you." Adrian said, any kindness gone from his voice. With one swift motion his turned on his heel to face her, his eyes drilling into her. "I know not what your damn problem is, or why you insist on acting like I did something wrong, when I've lead my clan in without flaw as long as I've had command. Do you have a problem with me? Or is there some personal issue that is effecting how you think and in turn effecting me and my entire clan? I've had enough of the beating around the bush, what the kriff is the problem here Ge'carta?" Adrians voice rose to nearly shouting by the time he had finished and his hands had balled into fists. The A'den Alor was pissed off and rightfully so. The massive Epicanthix had been nothing but respectful and kind to the leader but her insult would not go unanswered. |
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| Azium | Sep 5 2010, 12:42 AM Post #4 |
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It would have only been a matter of time, Ge'carta knew, until she'd finally have to come clean. The deathstick would be rolled between her fingers until she dropped it and crushed it beneath the heel of her boot. With her back to Adrian she started to remove her guantlets, setting them off to the side while her gloved hands started to roll up her sleeves to the elbow. "My problem's not with you, vod. I have a problem with your health. You might be of a species that has a short lifespan than mine, but you're going to outlive me," Ge'carta now busied herself with taking off her gloves, all of the movement done out of Adrian's line of sight. It was only until she turned and held up her hands did it finally come to bear, "Adr'ika... I'm dying from cancer." Ge'carta's fingertips were pure black, a few missing fingernails, while blackened veins ran from those to her elbows, the skin a sickly pale. It was skin cancer induced by frostbite, injuries she had sustained during a mission on Mygeeto. There were plenty of advanced health systems that could easily cure her symptoms, even Jedi. But this was something she had let run its course and it was killing her slowly along with stifling her proficiency with weapons. She could barely curl her fingers into a fist with out searing pain, but it wasn't easy to hide it on her face. With a few steps she came up to him, wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug as she tried not to sob into his shoulder, "... I know I can get help... but I don't want to outlive you..." |
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| CK57 | Sep 5 2010, 02:15 AM Post #5 |
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Adrians clicked as it dropped and left his mouth wide open as Ge'carta revealed what had bothered her so. He had been completely unaware of her having any sort of illness and the black lines that ran up her now pale skin nearly brought tears to the hardened warriors eyes. The Epicanthix veteran had seen countless horrors of war but this had trumped it all, mostly based on the person affected. Adrian's shock was only furthered when she wrapped him tightly in a hug and spoke with noticable sadness in her voice, even mentioning not wanting to outlive him. Adrian had always loved the Mand'alor, but such feelings were very well hidden and never explictly stated. He wrapped his own heavily muscled arms around her and held her tightly as he spoke again with a warm tone. They had at least a few hours before the Jedi made it planetside. "Ge....I'm so sorry." Adrian began with, loosening his grip to look her in her eyes. "We must find treatment of some sort for you to take the pain away, or a way to extend my own life so that we do not unneccesarily shorten yours. I care for you, not only as my leader, far too much to allow you to deal with sufferring the likes of which you are dealing with. To see you in such pain saddens me, I only wish for your happiness Ge'ika." He paused and sighed before finishing his statement in Mando'a. "Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum." Adrian had told Ge he loved her in their own language, the language of the galaxy's strongest. The ball was in her court now and it was up to her how she reacted, but Adrian had a feeling she had grown to feel for him as much as he had for her. |
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| Azium | Sep 5 2010, 10:19 PM Post #6 |
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The options that had nothing to do with pain sounded more than acceptable to her, there had to be a way for them to elongate Adrian's life and rid her of the disease. They'd have to make a trip to Arkania no doubt, after the meeting with the Grandmaster though. When he whispered that he loved her in Mando'a she didn't hesitate to reply. "Ni kar'tayli gar darasuum, Adr'ika," Ge'carta whispered back to him. She had feelings for him as well, having hid them as long as he did. The clans had called for them to marry once, seeing as how both were formidable Mando'ade. They had both resisted, not knowing of the other's feelings. Now it had all come to bear, both revealing what they had hid for so long. Heart beating hard against her chest Ge'carta ran her black fingers against the seals of Adrian's helmet, removing it gently to set it beside her own. With her lips brushing against his she paused momentarily, breath hot against his skin before finally locking them together. Tears flowed freely down her cheeks, having to break the kiss when she started to sob. Between the pain from the frostbite induced cancer and the heart throbbing, Ge'carta couldn't hold it back. "Bic dush at haaranovor mho kar'taylir par mount. Mhi gainer ade de jii." It was bad to hide our love for so long. We could have children by now. It was a painful thing for her to say. She had raised so many adopted war orphans, but she always wanted her own. She believed if they hadn't been so defensive they would probably have little tyrants of their own terrorizing the compounds. |
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| CK57 | Sep 6 2010, 01:04 AM Post #7 |
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Adrians heart fluttered and his stomach dropped as Ge'carta whispered the statement of love back to him. Adrian knew not of how they would extend his life, only that he would do whatever it may take to stay with her. His state of overjoyed shock was only furthered when Ge removed his helmet and....kissed him. The feeling of no longer having to hide how he felt and being able to just let it be known almost felt as good as the soft lips of the Mand'alor. The clans had called for them to do as they were now for many years, if only they had listened. Adrian too had never raised his own child, and only successfully raised one war orphan up to be a proper Mandalorian, and even then that child had chosen to go behind enemy lines and become a member of the Prudii clan. Adrians joy turned almost to a frown at Ge'carta's tears and he looked deeply into her eyes in the break of the kiss. "I'm sorry Ge, for hiding how I felt. You are correct, like always." Adrian said his face then turning back to a smile. "Gotal'ur laam par echoy'la ca'nara Ge'ika" Let's make up for lost time. He said before kissing her again and wrapping his arms around her tightly. |
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| Azium | Sep 6 2010, 06:22 PM Post #8 |
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Making up for lost time was exactly what they did, nearly two hours of uninterrupted unspoken activity for doing such went by. Beskar plates had scraped together, the temperature of the room had risen, the door had been sealed though it wasn't soundproofed. The bare minimum of beskar'gam had been removed for such insatiable lewd acts, neither of them could get enough but both were ready to collapse. Ge'carta was wrapped around Adrian, indecent in her exposure of flesh, the same could be said of him. Taking a few moments to catch her breath she nuzzled into him, enjoying the ability to express her feelings. Legs tightly squeezed together to keep his seed inside of her to have a chance of conceiving, she wondered if she should say what she wanted to blurt out next. She took the chance. ""Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome. Mhi me'dinui an, mhi bajuri verde." We are one together, we are one apart. We share all, we will raise warriors. It was the Mandalorian wedding vows, a verbal legal binding contract. They didn't need witnesses, only each other. It may have been too soon, too early, but neither of them were getting younger. This was Ge'carta's way of asking Adrian to marry her, she wanted to beat him to the punch anyways. The bright purple eyes looked to him, wanting him to repeat the words to bind them in matrimony but letting herself expect the thin chance that he wouldn't. She wanted to hear those words come from his lips, she wanted that more than she wanted the Republic to fall to its knees at their hands. |
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| CK57 | Sep 7 2010, 12:53 AM Post #9 |
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The two hours spent in Ge'cartas personal quarters taxed the legendary stamina of the veteran Manadalorian more so then weeks of battle had in the past. Those asigned to guard the room snickered as the sounds of the two leaders 'activities' reached them from inside. Adrian lay with Ge'carta firmly wrapped around his large, muscular frame, the two of them missing the majority of their Beskar'gam at this point. Much like her, he too enjoyed the ability to finally let his feelings run rampant after years of suppresing them for fear of being rejected. During one of the few breaks, she lay on his massive body and he held her closely. His mind raced with the idea of saying the four lines, but no sooner did the thought enter his mind did the words exit her lips. Adrian gazed down into the beautiful eyes of his lover, enjoying every moment of their time together. "Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome. Mhi me'dinui an, mhi bajuri verde" He repeated slowly, taking a strand of her hair and twilring it around his finger as he did so. The repetiton of the words sealed the deal, the two leaders of the Mando'ade were married and they would bring the Republic crashing down, if only to bring joy to the other. As he let her hair go, he traced his pointer and middle fingers along her jawline before bringing her in for a deep kiss and to begin anew. |
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| Azium | Sep 7 2010, 06:15 PM Post #10 |
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It was a dream, it had to be. They had both buried away feelings for so many years, having denied such for so long. Now it was all laid out on the table and it felt great. Ge'carta kissed him back, elated that the contract was sealed. After a few more moments she pulled herself away, starting to dress and re-attach plates. The buckle would jingle as she yanked her pants back up, tightening down the straps as she searched for her tanktop. Once that was found she slipped it back on, then the vest of beskar plating along with her gloves and gauntlets covering up the cancer once again. The dreadlocks would be pulled back and bound together with a thin length of leather. Adrian had removed a lot less than her, of which she started tossing his armor back to him. "Come on, we have to go tell the aliite. First person to say 'we told you so' gets night watch." While he dressed she activated the complex wide comm signal, pausing a moment before she spoke, "Attention all vode. Please assemble in the common area for an announcement. Thank you." The last thing she did was toss Adrian his helmet, waiting for him to seal it tight before she led him by the hand. The A'den clan and the Ordo that were with Ge'carta were all amassed. Men, women, and children fell silent as they entered, removing their helmets since Ge's was off. After the shuffling quieted down she glanced to Adrian momentarily before speaking. "Adrian A'den, and I, would like to formally state that…" She paused for effect. "We're married." |
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