But We Must Do Something

Korkie Kryze - 35 - Member of the Mandalorian Resistance

[kryzeofmandalore]

FREDDIE STROMA // have you met KORKIE KRYZE yet? HE is now THIRTY-SIX years old CIS MALE HUMAN, originally from MANDALORE but typically reside on NO SET PLACE, CONSTANTLY MOVING. after everything they’ve gone through, they show loyalty to THE NEUTRAL. they are best known for being a/an MEMBER OF THE MANDALORIAN RESISTANCE, and i hear they’re grown pretty IDEALISTIC yet also RASH at times; i hope they survive the galactic war. (Devin, 23, EST, He/Him/His)

L O A D I N G : // …  8ABY : MONTH TWO … //

After returning, Korkie began working to meet as many Mandalorians as possible. His goal is to rebuild the Mandalorian people, and unite them all together, under a one banner so that they could defeat any foe. 

During his travels, he met Paz Vizsla, and his mother, Adenn Kryze. Along with the Mandalorian, Din Djarin. 

During his travels, Korkie began to realize more about different Mandalorian Sects, and grew closer and closer with Paz. Eventually during the event on Hapes, after nearly dying he relaized he wanted to be partners with Paz Viszla. 

[kryzeofmandalore]

vizsla-forgotten​:

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a smile parted his chapped lips, though it remained unseen. it had taken a bit of convincing, but paz was glad korkie was finally taking some time for himself. he should not have been taken by surprise when he was invited along (crowds drew not only uncomfortable attention, but noise, too)– but it didn’t dishearten him. if anything, it was…nice that the two should spend some time together without shouldering the future of their people.

“  i  know  i  was.  i  am.  ” paz teased, taking solace in the touch. at the same time, he leaned closer to easier distinguish korkie’s words from the swell of the crowd. it was almost nauseating, the noise, but paz took a breath– remembered that he was safe when they were together. “  it  is  a  little  foolish,  isn’t  it?  though,  i’d  have  said  the  same  thing  about  you  some  manner  of  months  ago,  ” he taunted, cheeky grin beneath the helm. he leaned in even closer. “  want  to  know  what  changed  my  mind?  ”

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   Korkie, raised a brow when the other said that he knew he was right. “Well clearly someone is going to enjoy lording being right once over me.” When Paz said that this was a little foolish, he chuckled. “I would think you would enjoy a Fathier race, seeing their muscles, and their strength on display. Their amazing speed, it’s remarkable almost.” When Paz admitted that he also thought Korkie was foolish a few months ago, he lightly hit his chest, before moving so that he was almost laying against him, moving Paz’s hands to wrap around his chest. “Tell me, lover, what changed your mind? It certainly wasn’t seeing me out of my beskar was it? And you were just enchanted by my amazingly good looks.” 

[kryzeofmandalore]

mvchinery​:​​

mara turned when the stranger spoke to her, eyeing him up carefully. he seemed safe enough, & so she nodded slightly, moving over to peer at his screen. “this your first time here ? “ she flicked through the potential bet options, glancing back up at him. “any idea which one you want to bet on ? “

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   “Oh, yes actually. Work and life has mostly kept me from getting to enjoy things like this. My boyfriend, he pushed me to take time off, enjoy life.....so here I am enjoying the races.”  Korkie smiled, eyes going back to the screen, and then back to the other. “I actually have no idea, do you pick by name? Or the numbers on the side of them? I am sorry, I am completely useless at Fathier betting.” 

[kryzeofmandalore]

   The Fathier race had begun, and another one of the attendees had shared with Korkie that you could actually bet on which one was going to win. The thought had seemed simple enough, and like it would actually be some fun. He had the money to spare. So he approached one of the machines, and upon seeing the screen he realized there was actually a lot more work than he anticipated when it came to picking one to bet on. Chuckling a little, he rubbed at the back of his neck before turning to the first person he saw, 

“Excuse me, you wouldn’t have any idea how this actually all works would you? I am uhh a little lost.” 

@mvchinery​

[kryzeofmandalore]

    After everything they had been through, and heeding Paz’s words, Korkie needed a break, he was working himself to death. He was barely sleeping, and constantly looking for new Mandalorians, ways to reclaim their home, and how to rebuild their society. At the urging of his lover, he had decided that maybe attending this race, and not working would be good for him....and for them. He had some fancy drink in his hand, as he wrapped an arm around Paz’s waist. 

“Perhaps you were right and I needed this. Though I still don’t understand, why did the feel the need to build such a fancy place on a dessert world, the fake ocean is just so....impractical.” 

@vizsla-forgotten​

[kryzeofmandalore]

Korkie’s outfit to the races on Canto Bight

[kryzeofmandalore]

📜 from obi-wan

Korkie: I think I'm having a mid-life crisis.

Obi-Wan: You're like 15 years old.

Korkie: I MIGHT DIE AT THIRTY

[therefcrmer]

“What can one do in the face of such monumental loss but breathe a weary sigh, for the world is a little quieter now?” From @kryzeofmandalore

Jaster sighed and looked over at the young man “I see the Kryze eloquence continues on.” He said quietly, giving him a small smile. “What can one do? I suppose all there is to do is move on and rebuild from what is left.” He mused.

[kryzeofmandalore]

therefcrmer​:

“I never had the pleasure of meeting your aunts, though I spoke with their father a few times, trying to come to an agreement between our factions.” Jaster said with a smile.

Though it was short lived and he sighed “I have hopes. I know Jango wants the same, though I doubt the two of your are on the same page about what that means.” He laughed quietly. maybe his stubborn son would be able to look past his dislike of Kryze’s and their pacifism.

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   “Agreement between factions.” Korkie chuckled a little, that always seemed to be a running theme between Mandalorians, one that always ended horribly, for all Mandalorians.  “My aunts factions never seemed to agree either until the end. Even then though, Mandalore itself was divided. It brought a dark sided outsider to bring them together, and still Mandalore burned.” Korkie let out a sigh, and rubbed at the back of his neck, “It would seem that the Mandalorians will never agree on anything, despite anyone’s best efforts. Hopefully this time, our near extinction will be enough to convince us that we must b and together despite any differences we may have.” 

[therefcrmer]

“What can one do in the face of such monumental loss but breathe a weary sigh, for the world is a little quieter now?” From @kryzeofmandalore

Jaster sighed and looked over at the young man “I see the Kryze eloquence continues on.” He said quietly, giving him a small smile. “What can one do? I suppose all there is to do is move on and rebuild from what is left.” He mused.

[kryzeofmandalore]

therefcrmer​:

“What can one do in the face of such monumental loss but breathe a weary sigh, for the world is a little quieter now?” From @kryzeofmandalore

Jaster sighed and looked over at the young man “I see the Kryze eloquence continues on.” He said quietly, giving him a small smile. “What can one do? I suppose all there is to do is move on and rebuild from what is left.” He mused.

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   Korkie chuckled a little when the eloquence of Clan Kryze was brought uo. “You can say I got it from my aunts. A lot of their life lessons have rubbed off on me I fear.” Korkie nodded his head in agreeance, Jaster’s statement was something that Korkie had become all too familiar with.....rebuilding. “Rebuilding is all I know lately. Perhaps for once we can rebuild into something that doesn’t collapse.” 

[kryzeofmandalore]

   After the event, and everything that had happened since after Korkie hadn’t given himself anytime to sit, or relax instead throwing himself even deeper into his work of finding more Mandalorians. The galaxy was especially not safe for them now, and they all needed to band together if they were to survive. However, he was now just finally taking a moment for himself. Electing to visit his buir, since she was back he might as well make up for lost time. Finding her at her ship working, Korkie approached with a smile. 

“It seems despite everything going on, neither one of us have found the time to stop working and simply let ourselves process what has happened. It must run in the Kryze genes.” 

@mvchinery​

[kryzeofmandalore]

vizsla-forgotten​:

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steps fell in tandem as the two mandalorians crossed the threshold of destruction and death. as they weaved between flame and rubble, paz’s concern grew with each moment. korkie had no armor, paz had no helm, and neither knew a way off-world. this was going more poorly than he could ever have imagined. 

still running, paz caught the familiar timbre of his partner’s voice but missed the meaning. with fear, he realize that consonants were clipped, sounds slurred and muted. vertigo accompanied confusion, and he suddenly felt as though he was at sea, waves lapping at his insides, pulling his balance further away with each step.

not knowing how to answer the speech he couldn’t decipher, paz only gripped his temple as they moved, until his foot missed an outcropping of rock and he was knocked to his knees– head still spinning.

“  korkie.  ”  he choked out the man’s name between the crushing weight of sound around them. “  i– i  can’t.  er.  something’s  wrong.  ”

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   One minute they were moving, and the next they hear Paz falling to his knees, and then he could hear Paz saying something was wrong. Quickly falling back to his lover, Korkie’s hands moved to support Paz, so that he could lay back against him. Trying to speaking as slowly as he could, “What is wrong, Paz. Tell me what you’re going through.” With everything going on around them, and everything that Paz had been through it could have been a multitude of things that were currently affecting him, he was still in Beskar, so he couldn’t have been pierced by anything, Unless it was an internal injury. Next his hands moved to feel his head, for any cuts or bumps. 

“You’re going to be ok, Paz, I promise you’re going to be ok.” Was it a concussion? Something from when Paz had been wounded earlier? 

[kryzeofmandalore]

galacticmilla​:

“oh no way! I know where that is!” she nodded, pocketing her map. she didn’t need it, she knew where this was in the galaxy. which wasn’t a lot, but it sure was something, and that was nice. “thanks, Mister Mandalorian.” she shook her head, smiling. “oh, comms work here? My mom will love that. she likes when I check in, but most of the time… no dice.”

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   Korkie smiled, the nickname was a little.....odd considering how many Mandalorians there were in the galaxy. Still it was sorta enduring? Offering the other his hand, “My name is Korkie, by the way. It’s nie to meet you.....?” Although he chuckled when she mentioned her mother and the comms not working, he imagined that must have been a common problem, partly even before comms went down. “Yeah, they aren’t up to what they used to be, but they work somewhat. You just have to hope the person you’re trying to reach is on a world where they still have comms.” 

[kryzeofmandalore]

boba says ... “Stand in the ashes of a trillion dead souls and ask the ghosts if honor matters. Their silence is your answer.“

   "If ghosts could speak you would be amazed at how many of them would still speak in favor of fighting with honor. Honor is essential to all Mandalorians. I understand anger can push us to fighting like lawless scoundrels, but we must resist those urges or else we are lost."

@finitefm

[kryzeofmandalore]

“If the world chooses to become my enemy, I will fight just like I always have.“ ( versios )

   "It would seem you know more about being a Mandalorian then you would have others believe. I know quite a few people who share the same position as you, and seemingly, we have always had to fight the world."

@versios

[kryzeofmandalore]

(from paz)- “They dropped the world on your shoulders and called you Atlas. How long can you hold the weight?”

   Korkie shrugged ever so slightly, he had never looked at his life in that same way, always believing it was his duty to serve Mandalore. Paz had told him he had taken on too much, too young so many times before.

"Apparently I can hold it for a very long time, but now I have you to help me hold up all that weight."

@vizsla-forgotten

[kryzeofmandalore]

galacticmilla​:

@galacticsopens​

Milla almost never stepped off the ship because she was allowed to. she almost always got into trouble when she got free reign over whatever planet they docked at, and as such her parents stopped letting her off-board. except that made it worse, because she always wanted to see. so really, she just snuck out a lot. and such was the case when the bright horizon docked on…

wait, where was she?

she hadn’t asked before slipping away, and now she found herself wandering around looking for clues. giving up, because she’d never been much for geography, she stared down at her map, asking for help from a passerby. “which planet is this?” wait, what if they weren’t on a planet? she should’ve just asked before she ran off.

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   Korkie was back on Onderon, despite his misgivings over how populated the New Republic capital was, he wanted to scout the planet again to see if anymore Mandalorians had arrived in the city, especially now that it was one of the few planets with a working comms system. He was currently at the docks, monitoring it for any Mandalorians getting off the passenger transports, Korkie was standing there waiting when he heard a voice address him, turning to face the person, he lifted his helmet off his head to talk to them. A smile on his face, 

“You’re on Onderon, the current capital of the New Republic. It also happens to be one of the few planets that actually has comms that work from time to time at the moment.” 

[kryzeofmandalore]

vizsla-forgotten​:

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it took only the crosshair of a second for their peace to come to a close. in a fury, paz leapt onto the nearest attacker, twisting their arm at an unnatural angle, snapping bone and sinew with relative ease. crushguants stained scarlet beneath the fragmented limb, but paz didn’t stop. each bated breath carried with it hate, carried with it fear, and on that battlefield, he doled out the pain of ancestors past. each bone broken was an act of vengeance, of fury. for the lives lost on mandalore– and for the life he never had. the two made quick work of the fight, and paz grimaced at the question his boyfriend posed. 

“  i  don’t  know.  best  i  can  figure,  we  need  to  make  for  the  shipyard.  maybe  we  can  catch  one  on  its  way  out.  ”

without missing a beat, he grabbed korkie’s hand once and squeezed, before nodding to the direction of their travel.

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   Korkie nodded when Paz took his hand, and squeezed. The shipyard made just as much sense to him as anywhere else, though it seemed that ships were becoming harder and harder to come by with the way whatever these things were were bombarding the planet. Following in the direction that Paz was leading them, Korkie huffed a little, more out of annoyance than anything, they had to have attacked during an event where he wasn’t wearing his armor. 

“You’re from further in the future than I am, you have any idea what the these things are? Cause I’ve never seen them before in my life.” Korkie had died fighting the Empire, had these things shown up after that, or was this some unknown threat that no one knew anything about. Whatever they were, they didn’t seem to have picked a side, and were attacking nondiscrimantly. “And whatever happens, we aren’t separating again. That wasn’t a good idea to begin with.”