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Post by Grainne Fett on Jan 10, 2011 21:57:32 GMT -5
Kal and others Salute Neph as he leaves. Grainne looks at everyone there and sighs , beginning her words carefully, "Tre'l, 'Ne'wod, Rast, and Ki'de did not leave us" Looking at Neph's ship leave, she closes her eyes. Snapping them open, she looks at everyone there, "They died for justice. They will always be remembered." Grainne hands the boy'ce of each trooper to their loved ones and has them take the bodies to the side of the fields for their burials.
Seeing the last of the coffins go into the ground, there is salutes and a low mournful song playing. The song ends and the group breaks apart and heads back to their respective homes. Kal and Grainne head back to the farmhouse and head in. Checking her com in the office,there is nothing from Jango. Heading upstairs, she goes to her room and falls on the bed from exhaustion. Her body and mind become one and she sleeps.
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Post by Grainne Fett on Jan 11, 2011 21:06:54 GMT -5
Awakening in her bed, Grainne is thrown for a loop. She is still in her armor. Looking about she shakes off the feeling from the mission. Stripping down, she walks to the refresher and sets the water to the pressure and temp that she enjoys. Hearing the house droid clean her room, she steps into the shower.
Feeling the water fall on her, she is reminded of the rains of Kamino. Washing her body and hair, she rinses knowing things in her life will never be the same. She has seen Jedi fall in the line of duty, but having her personal troops die was a different feeling. A part of her died with them. Her innocence and pollyanna view of the galaxy is gone, and is replaced with a feeling of trepidation. Shutting off the water, she steps out and dries herself off. Wrapping her long hair in a towel, as well as her body, she pads into her bedroom to get dressed.
Kal sits on her bed. He has seen her naked before, as it doesn't bother either of them. "The pensions have been sent to the families of the dead vod, the rebuilding is going well, and there is no word from Jango. We have the systems on a semi alert state, and Grain'ika, I know you haven't eaten in a few days, save a few caf pils and protein bars. You need to make sure Ka'ra will be fine and that you will be up to par to deliver the ad'ika." Looking at him with a blank stare on her face, she turns, and walks to the closet. Opening it, she grabs grey pants, a purple tunic, and her black rancor skinned flat boots. Taking off the towel, she dresses and unwraps her hair. Sitting on the bed, Kal watches her go through the motions of slipping on her boots, tucking in the pants legs into the boots, and brushes her hair.
"Kal, I feel as if I failed as a leader. We lost troops, Starkiller is still a problem, and I should have gone with Zairon to fight." Twisting her hair into a small bun, some lays flat on her back and shoulders. "You did good my Mandalore. I would not have allowed you to fight, neither would have Neph. Ire, I think would have stopped you also. Your personal troops where trained by Jango, Waylon, and I to protect you, they did their job. Do not second guess yourself." He stands and holds out his hands to her, she stands, and pulls her to him. Hugging her, he smiles, "Your father would do the same. Speaking of the man, have you spoken to him and Gert?" Stepping back from she walks to the door, "I was going to contact them today. Invite them over for a while." Walking into the hall, the house droids set up the nursery. Smiling slightly, she heads down the steps to her office. She sits and looks at the holos, listens to the coms, and signs off of things.
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Post by Grainne Fett on Feb 17, 2011 21:09:31 GMT -5
Grainne finishes up her work for the day and walks outside. Ka'ra is bouncing along in her womb, and she rubs her daughter and reminds her of where she comes from. "Good stock I think. Your daddy is a prime example of what a Mandalore should be. Your grandparents are slightly left of center, but I have never met finer Jedi in my life. Your assorted relations be they blood, or non blood relations, will have your six my ad'ika. I really do miss your daddy, and wish he where home soon. I know you are ready to be born, and I want you know, you will have the best care when you come out to this wild wonderful galaxy!" As she is walking and talking, she pulls out her private com to Jango. "I hope you hear this you pain my shebs. We need you here, soon. Your daughter is ready and I want you to know, I miss you knucklehead!" Kal follows her at a respectful distance and coms Waylon and Z'om'bi, "Get the boss home, she is ready!"
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Post by Grainne Fett on Apr 11, 2011 20:14:41 GMT -5
Grainne knows the days are growing shorter for her ad'ika to be born, she looks at Kal and smiles slightly. "Com them and tell soon." Kal clicks on his com to the private channel, "War dog to the Mule and Goat, she needs you. Please come soon!"
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Post by Jango Fett on Oct 8, 2011 2:48:20 GMT -5
A lone ship had landed and an armored figure sat there as the systems powered down. He had been away for along time. The wanderlust of his race or just the responsibilities had done him in . He had ventured far and wide searching but in the end found himself drawn back to Concord Dawn.
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Post by Jango Fett on Oct 9, 2011 6:41:17 GMT -5
Jango sat in the command chair as he removed his buy'ce and let it fall from his gloved hands and it clanked loudly on the deck plating . " He ran a hand down his face and stared out the viewport. " Why do I do these things, I'll never know." He frowned to himself as he rubbed his chin and felt the growth of a beard.
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Post by Grainne Fett on Oct 22, 2011 6:32:04 GMT -5
Hearing a ship land, Grainne waddles to it, and see's Jango's ship. Standing in his line of sight, she crosses her arms and just stares into the cockpit. "I know you see me you pain in my shebs! Get your self out of there!" Grainne thinks to herself, hoping the words reach him in some way. Kal comes running after her, and holds to her shoulder, for comfort and to hold her back from unleashing the hounds of hell on Jango. The older Mando gives the younger man in the ship a sly smile.
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Post by Jango Fett on Nov 21, 2011 9:00:44 GMT -5
Jango stood and muttered " To be on Geonosis on my first day as a Commando would be more painless then what's next." His men, his brothers in arms see their Leaders ife and laughter falls silent as they all clasp him on his shoulder as he walks tiredly to the ramp and hits the switch as the ramp descends in a hiss of hydraulics and steam the weary Mando's disembark and form up into 2 columns creating a path to their Leaders wife. He appears through the steam cradling his buy'ce in the crook of his arm his armor dented and scorched from battle and new scalps adorn his shoulder and his cape is tattered . The breeze blows his long hair and he rubs his chin under his beard as he begins to walk towards his wife. As medics bring out the wounded and tend to those capable of moving under there own power. He nods grimly at Kal and smirks nods.And looks at Grainne. Rubbing his temple. " Has the little one given you more powerful Force abilities cause I do believe You are fixing to put me on my shebs in good fashion my Love." He looks at her as a tears form in his eyes as he stands befor her.
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Post by Grainne Fett on Nov 21, 2011 18:26:49 GMT -5
Looking at the wounded and maimed, Grainne inhales. Her eyes pivot up at her husband and sees him eyes well up. "You are lucky I'm not wearing my crush gaunts." The words are flat as she looks at the man who has been gone from her life for so long. Grainne's hand reaches out to his and Kal finally lets go of her shoulder, "Welcome back Vod. Where is Wylon, the twins and The Psychopaths?" Studying Jango's face, she notices a twitch on the corner of his right eye. "There is something you are hiding from us Fett? Remember, I can dive into that brain of yours."
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Post by Jango Fett on Nov 21, 2011 21:44:39 GMT -5
He nods at her knowing it must be done. " They fell in battle.The enemy cut them off from reinforcements .They held for 3 days before I could rally a force to aid them.In the end though I believe they scared the hell out of the enemy. Imagine having those 3 cornered and thinking you got the upper hand? " He chuckles and reaches into a pouch and takes out a bracelet that belonged to Sher'ri and hands it to his wife. " I know she wanted you to have this .. she wrote it in blood on the side of a downed ship in the blood of the enemy." He chuckles. " I brought them back with us. I could not allow any that were dead to be dishonored by being left on those rocks.The twins were lost in a jump that brought us to close to an asteroid collision we emerged and lost 12 ships." He looks at her and unknowingly shares with her the weight of being the Mandalore instead of being a soldier and now he breaks down and sinks to his knees after telling her of the loss of the twins.
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Post by Grainne Fett on Nov 22, 2011 13:55:10 GMT -5
Taking the bloodied ornament, Grainne feels the weight of the lose they both have encountered. Falling with Jango, she holds him knowing at this point in their lives, they are both the Mandalore. Inseparable, a force to be dealt with. Sobbing quietly, she whispers in his ear, "You know, no matter what, they fought and died with valor, and for the noble cause. Tre'l, Ne'wod, Rast, and Ki'de where lost as well. Jango, we must both understand, that these loses have harden both of us, but I will be damned, if their memories do not live on!" Kal goes to organize the troops to give the "family" a proper funeral.
Standing slowly, she pulls him up with her. "Who or what happened?" Grainne's mind goes into overdrive on how to handle this situation.
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Post by Jango Fett on Dec 9, 2011 9:11:54 GMT -5
Jango caught his breath and tried to compose himself. He rose slowly as the crowds dispersed and he put his arm around Grainne's shoulders and headed to the house . " Soon , I felt it my love .." He placed a hand on her stomach and felt their daughter kick as they entered their home. He removed his beskar'gam letting it fall to the floor noisily His arms ere tired and scarred even more then she remembered as he sunk into a chair and looked at her his eyes seeming far away with the lost family.
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Post by Grainne Fett on Dec 9, 2011 9:30:21 GMT -5
Grainne is guided into the house by Jango. Watching him drop his armor with a resounding thud, the house staff run off to allow them their personal time. Pacing back and forth, she watches him sit down. Grainne inhales and stops for a moment, staring at her husband's forlorn face."Jango, at this point, I am glad you are home. We will move on with our grief and keep their memories close to us. I know this is the Jedi in me talking, but, it is also the thoughts of the Mandalore pro tempore."
Walking a few steps to her husband, Grainne cups his head and presses it to her stomach. Their daughter rolls and flips in utero. Running her fingers through his over grown hair, she allows one tear to fall.
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Post by Jango Fett on Dec 9, 2011 9:51:22 GMT -5
Jango runs a hand down his face tiredly. " We send a message to those in the family we deem necessary to be here for us the others .. the hell with them. They were our girls for better or worse despite their creation on Kamino. " He reaches into a satchel and brings out 2 holo-vids and passes them to her. " They made these hours before the massacre and made me agree to give them to you my love"
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Post by Grainne Fett on Dec 9, 2011 9:59:18 GMT -5
Taking the holo vids, hands shaking, Grainne pushes them open. Speaking in unison, the twins look like osik warmed over, "Mom, we love you, and know our time in this galaxy was short, but know this," They both raise their helms. "We fought for the honor of the Clan and the Jedi Order! We love you Mom, and take care of our sister!" Both holos static out and she looks at Jango. Placing them down, Grainne holds her composure, and walks to the sofa. Sitting, her words come out in a slow whisper, "Call the old folks home. We have funerals to plan."
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The Mandalore pro tem
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