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@vizsla-forgotten
CHARLIE COX // have you met PAZ VIZSLA yet? HE/HIM is now a 39 year old CISMALE HUMAN. he’s originally from CONCORDIA but typically resides on HIS SHIP / NOWHERE PERMANENT. after everything he’s gone through, he shows loyalty to THE UNALIGNED he is best known for being a/an HEAVY INFANTRY MANDALORIAN, and i hear he’s pretty RESOLUTE yet also PRIDEFUL at times; i hope he survives the galactic civil war. ( JO )
L O A D I N G : / / … 8ABY : MONTH TWO … / /
/ kryzeofmandalore / korkie kryze /
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.”
_
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? ”
beroyafett / jango fett /
Jango stared at him for a long moment “Kryze? You’re partner is a Kryze and you’re not a pacifist?” He asked in more than a little shock. He knew all about the Kyrze and their attempted to wipe out Mandalorian culture.
“The last time I even saw a Kryze was that damned Satine mouthing off about how much she hated everything about being a Mandalorian.” He said with a scowl. It hadn’t been in person, Jango wasn’t sure if he’d been able to stop himself from trying to kill her.
But. He was giving this Vizsla the benefit of the doubt, giving him a change to be more than his clan name. Jango supposed he’d have to do the same with this Korkie Kryze as well.
“I won’t take his comm code. But let him know that Jango Fett would like to speak with him. And that I don’t mean him any harm.” Jango said instead “You can give him mine though.”
the other man’s comment took him by surprise. a pacifist? why would there be reason to think that by name alone, especially after his aunt bo-katan’s actions of such violence in the clone wars?
“ no, neither of us are. we-- ”
ah, right. korkie’s other aunt, satine. paz had heard about her, too-- about her efforts to preserve their people through peace instead of war. which had rubbed several of their people the wrong way. several, it seemed, including the man before him.
“ oh, satine. yes, i’ve heard about her and bo-katan... ” he trailed off, unsure what to say in response to the jibes at his partner’s family. “ er, but, i assure you, korkie is more than willing to fight for our people and our culture. neither of us, we... we don’t go searching for fights. but, we’re ready when war makes its way to us on its own. ”
paz nodded at the affirmation of a new line of communication with hope that he didn’t sound meek with his little knowledge of the politics of the past.
“ thank you, jango. i’ll pass this along to him. i’m sure he’ll be excited to speak to another mando’ade. as am i. ”
“If the world chooses to become my enemy, I will fight just like I always have.“ – iden
“ a noble answer, ” the mandalorian answered with unwavering honesty. that’s what being a fighter was about, right? standing up for yourself and others, even when the odds seemed to outweigh the risk. “ where did you say you were from again? ”
@versios
“God has cursed me for my hubris and my work is never finished.“ From Korkie
“ and that, cyar’ika, ” paz said, cupping his lover’s cheek with a mix of sadness and admiration, “ sounds like you need to slow down. you’re too hard on yourself. let’s just... take a break, okay? ”
@kryzeofmandalore
/ finitefm / tarre vizsla /
they waved away the talk of debt but did not try to press the point. their gaze flicked over to the strills and they gave the hunting pack a light brush of comfort in the force, reassurance without INFLUENCE. it had been a long time since they had seen a strill. it almost brought a smile to their face. they remembered how protective one of their clanmate’s packs had been when their riduur was – best not to think of their family now. that was a time long gone and they could not yet get it back.
they clasped his arm warmly, picking up tinges of PAIN through the force. they filed that observation away to bring up later and hopefully more subtly. they had a small med kit in their supplies. at his CLAN NAME however all other thoughts flew out of their head. they could not stop themself from starting with surprise, eyes widening beneath their helmet.
❛ i am of clan vizsla as well. TARRE. i did not know there were any others of our clan here. ❜ their house yes – and they had been more happy to meet sabine than they could say – but it was not entirely the same.
as if in an instant, the hounds settled into a careful calmness. paz took that as an optimistic sign (hardly were they wrong about the character of a newcomer). taking their cue, he too softened his stance as the warrior recounted their name.
“ you-- you’re a vizsla, too? but i thought we were-- ” questions flooded his mind, too many to decipher at once. who was this person? their name sounded familiar (like the whispers of ancient legends that paz had long since left behind with his childhood)-- but he couldn’t put story behind name. were they from this timeline? or, had they, too, been victim to the unnatural strange magics of the jedi?
questions tripped over themself in his mind, all pushing forward for answers, but in his surprise, all the younger mandalorian could utter was one question, tension riddled in the spaces between marrow and muscle. the answer, if wrong, could prove to be the catalyst for another quarrel paz might not be prepared to fight.
“ are you death watch? ”
/ commanderxkote/ cody /
Cody couldn’t help but raise a brow at that. He didn’t know that there were more factions beyond Death Watch and the New Mandalorians. “I don’t know much about Mandalorians beyond what little Fett taught some of us and what we managed to hear during the war.” he told the other. “Mandalorians didn’t tend to like us clones.”
Cody grimaced at the mention of the Empire. He didn’t know much about it, he hadn’t been able to bring himself to look into it more after learning about the fate of his brothers under the regime. “I didn’t live during the Empire, the Republic was still standing when I was brought here.” he said, scowling a little “But if what they did to my brothers is any indication, they’re to blame for a lot.”
“I take it you’ve met Fett then?” Cody asked after a moment. He hadn’t seen Prime except in passing, and he had no intentions of meeting him any more than that, no matter what Bly’s thoughts on the matter were.
_
paz took pause as the clone cody relayed his understandings about the mando’ade. it wasn’t an unusual for the ins and outs of their culture to remain obscured to outsiders (and even those who claimed the title mando-- as was proving more evident with each streetwise encounter).
“ i see no reason for disrespect if you are truly as noble warriors as the legends would have me believe. ”
the next admission confirmed what he’d suspected: this man had indeed been brought forward in time, left alone to fill in the blanks by a world that would sooner see him dead than alive. it was enough to deepen the pit in paz’s stomach, to further sour the distaste he held for the cowards who dared call themselves an empire-- the cowards whose thrones were built on blood and beskar.
“ glad to know we are in agreeance about that, cody. ” then, the answer to another question. “ yes, i’ve seen him a few times. he’s... well, he makes quite the first impression, huh? ”
/ beroyafett / jango fett /
“Is that so?” Jango asked in surprise “I know him, I met him and his ad not that long ago.” He told the other “We parted peacefully, after a…battle of words so to speak.” he said with a chuckle. If this was Mando’s brother, then Jango felt he could relax more. The other had spoken highly of his remaining clan.
He raised a brow at that though and hummed, reaching up to pull his helmet off for now. “Your partner is Mandalorian?” he asked, wondering for a moment what side they belonged to. Another ex-member of Death Watch, or one of those cowardly New Mandalorians?
“I’d agree with you there. Mandalore has seen enough blood and death, and I would very much like to avoid fighting in another civil war. After the terror of Death Watch and the–in Jango’s mind–failure of the New Mandalorians, maybe the Haat Mando’ade way would draw more interest.
surprise marked itself in the upturn of his brow. the other couldn’t see it, but paz honestly hadn’t expected the possibility for recognition. the galaxy often seemed so incomprehensibly large...but if the two parted in peace, that could lend credit to jango’s character-- to paz’s inclination to trust.
“ i am... glad to hear your interaction was one of goodwill. and i’m sure he is, too. ”
the talk of war, of blood spilt in the name of honor...it churned his stomach. jango’s words of an aspiration for camraderie, it was hopeful.
“ my partner? yes, he’s very passionate about rebuilding our people. if you want, i can pass along his comm code. have you met korkie kryze? ”
📜 - for Korkie
Korkie: You know, I'm starting to regret showing you how that blender works. Paz, drinking toast: Why do you say that?
@kryzeofmandalore
/ kryzeofmandalore / korkie kryze /
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.”
_
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. ”
/ beskar-strong / din djarin /
Din chuckled and held Grogu out to Paz “Yes, this is your Ba’vodu Paz, the one I was telling you about.” he told his ad, sitting him in Paz’s arms and grinning under his helmet. “He was very excited when I explained it to him.” he told his brother.
He had already dropped Bo-Katan off thankfully, so it was only him and Grogu. He didn’t really want to have to introduce his brother to the woman that he wasn’t still completely sure about. Or talk about his ad around her. “I adopted him. Officially. I’m not entirely sure he understood the mando’a, but he seems to at least get the meaning of most of what I say in basic.”
_
paz’s cheeks grew warm at the affection the clan of two was granting him. since travelling through the rift, he’d been wary of interacting with any foundlings. every time he visited nevarro-- met those eyes that looked to him for guidance-- he felt that same guilt burning in his stomach. fear stirred in him all the time, kept him awake more nights than he cared to admit.
but as paz took his nephew into his arms, his troubles suddenly seemed insignificant. though he had failed to take care of the young ones in his charge, there was little doubt that din was capable enough to give this child a clan they both would grow to love.
“ that’s good news. he deserves a home, and you deserve the honor of parenthood. ”
grogu twisted in his arms, and paz let out a soft sigh of laughter as the child played with the fabric of his sleeve. he had such a mischievous wit about him, and it reminded him of his brother when the two were growing up together.
“ i imagine he’s cleverer than you give him credit for, din. i’d wager that after only a few days with you, he picked up your habit of getting into trouble. isn’t that right, little one? ”
/ commanderxkote / cody /
With the pace the Mandalorian was moving towards him, Cody was sure he was either in for a verbal lashing or a fist fight. He was prepared for both. Mandalorians had never seemed to catch on that the Vode had created their own culture and most didn’t want to be Mandalorians. Sure, it had borrowed heavily from Mandalore, but it was still their own.
So the apology and greeting threw Cody off for a second. He stared at the other in surprise before he nodded shortly and reached out to return the greeting “Su cuy'gar.” he said, glad for a moment that Fett had taught the first few batches Mando'a.
Vizsla? Hadn’t they all been Death Watch? But this Mando didn’t seem the same brand of crazy that Cody associated with the group. “Cody. I’m going to assume you mistook me for Fett.” he said dryly. Out of his distinctive 212th armor, he could see how the other might have assumed.
_
the clone-- cody-- returned the salute of touch with what seemed to be some measure of hesitancy. paz couldn’t blame him-- this surely wasn’t the first time the soldier had been mistaken for another. it had to be exhausting.
“ yes, i... i admit, i was raised in a very insular culture. we seldom saw outsiders, and it wasn’t until recently that i started meeting those who hold different beliefs than my own. ”
there was a thin silence (the likes of which, it seemed, that neither knew how to navigate). as young as this man looked, it seemed that they were both caught out of their time, forced to adapt to a timeline that wasn’t made for the two of them. honor chided at him to say something kind to break the tension-- to spark allyship-- but the mandalorian first needed to know what this man’s allegiance was to those responsible for the extinction of his people.
“ there are few to blame but the empire for that, i suppose. ”
/ finitefm / tarre vizsla /
HONOR. they were glad time and time again to see that the missed centuries had not entirely robbed their people of that. they would have to have been dangerously oblivious to miss the coil of tension in the other mandalorian but he made no move of aggression in response to their own stillness, a courtesy that they were GLAD to continue. gaze flicked between the quarry and the hunter briefly. ❛ i am no bounty hunter, ❜ they said finally. ❛ you put in the work to track them – they are yours to claim. ❜ perhaps they SHOULD consider the profession. they did not wish to live off of charity and MIND TRICKS forever. but now was not the ideal time for that.
they stepped slightly away from the unconscious sentient, allowed the young man to do as he wanted. ❛ you may stay if you wish. admittedly it is … GOOD to see another mandalorian. ❜ that had been very disorienting. in their time there were so many more of their people. the clans were under attack but STRONG. tarre had called their people home. now they were scattered once more. even THEY could not build a unity to last forever.
the stranger had a curious demeanor, and no small measure of kindness to offer. no blaster drawn, no hand raised against him. and now, they offered the bounty paz had long sought, with no invitation for quarrel. indeed, they offered him a place at their side, a place (hopefully) meant for rest and conversation.
“ vor entye, burc’ya. we are in your debt. ” he motioned to the strills, still a few paces away in the underbrush, and they stepped into the clearing with a cautious trepidation.
“ i... yes, i’d like that, too. ” paz extended his arm (with no small measure of pain, wound on his shoulder still exposed), the customary offer for introduction. “ i am... of clan vizsla. might i know the name of one who speaks with such hospitality? ” the younger man bit his tongue even beneath the helm, hoping that he was not overstepping what bounds this merciful stranger had to offer.
/ beskar-strong / din djarin /
Getting off of Nevarro had been a pain, but Din had managed it. Once he’d gotten a comm signal, as bad as it was, and managed to find out Paz’s location, he had left the planet.
He hadn’t seen his brother since they’d escaped Hapas, and he’d hurried his way to where Paz was, relief at seeing that he was alright still washing over him. “Su’cuy vod. I wasn’t sure if I’d ever be able to get ahold of you.” He said, chuckling as Grogu wiggled and held out his arms for his uncle. His ad’ika had been very excited when Din explained that Paz was his new uncle.
_
familiar tone and figure met visor, and paz offered his brother a smile (even from behind the new helmet). guilt made itself known as he thought about the borrowed beskar (his own helm now lost to rubble and ash). he had no claim to the beskar that now concealed him, but he couldn’t stomach the idea of going without.
“ not sure that would be such a bad thing, brother. ” paz joked, glad to see that din and his ad were safe. the foundling peeked out with bright, round eyes, a look of amusement on his little green face. paz reached out a finger, brushing the skin on the child’s cheek in affection.
“ oh, there he is! my favorite verd’ika. what a handsome little devil you are, grogu! ” the man grinned with a smile written into his posture, his body language. paz turned back to his brother, still motioning at the toddler reaching for him “can i--?”
/ beroyafett / jango fett /
Jango listened to the man, frowning a little. As much as he hated clan Vizsla and Death Watch…”I can’t fault a child for who raised them. And you had sense enough to leave once you were able.” He said gruffly.
He took the apology with grace too. This Mando seemed completely ignorant of his clan’s past, he had no reason to apologize and yet he had.
“Are there more of your new clan?” He asked curiously. If there were, would any he knew be members? Surely there had been those simply too afraid of Tor and Pre to leave who might have fled when given the chance.
He considered his thoughts for a moment before speaking again “I am…considering attempting to unite Mandalore again. It would be good to know if there are groups of Mando’ade I could contact.” He had left the darksaber in his ship, not wanting to wear it while on a job.
tension shifted and seemed to splinter, a diffusion of sorts. the distaste that jango carried on his tongue for the people he’d once called aliit carried with it an odd mixture of feelings in the pit of paz’s stomach. he was disgusted at their actions, of course he was, but they’d given him a life, a friend he now called brother.
“ there are. as far as i know, only my brother made it through the rift. perhaps you know him? he wears pure, unpainted beskar, and never travels without his foundling at his side. ”
considering the experiences this man had had with other vizslas, jango seemed to be taking to their conversation well, willing to offer words before bearing arms.
“ i am... i’m hearing a lot of that these days. my partner has the same sentiment. i think it would do us some good to find common footing instead of wading in all of the bad blood. ”
/ commanderxkote / cody /
Cody wasn’t one to do much wandering alone. A life of war had made sure of that. It could be dangerous to go anywhere alone. But he felt safe here, knew that Obi-Wan was nearby and that there was no war yet. That didn’t mean he wasn’t in his armor though, sans helmet.
He’d seen the Mandalorian out of the corner of his eye, but was planning on just ignoring them. Mandalorians didn’t usually like clones, and he was sure this one was no different.
But as the crowd shifted, he realized they were coming closer and Cody sighed, steeling himself for the verbal abuse he was sure was coming once they realized he was a clone.
_
the face was a familiar one, marked with a worry paz knew well enough. the same sentiment often nestled itself onto his features, but there was almost relief upon meeting the countenance of one he knew. he made toward the figure, but the closer he drew, the lower his breath sank in his throat. and by the time he was close enough to come to realization, paz was already in a stance of greeting, arm outstretched in (what he had thought to be) familiarity. biting the inside of his cheek, the mandalorian hoped there would be no bitterness at being approached so suddenly.
“ i apologize for approaching you so... hastily. i thought you-- ”
unease tugged at his guilt. sure, he knew of the legions of clones, but he didn’t know what the politics of creed and clan were among them. the armorer would surely count them out of the mando’ade without question, but wasn’t the way of mandalore an identity? a shared reverence of language and honor? and, as paz had quickly been learning, there was more than one way to belong to mandalore. the offer for greeting remained extended, and the introduction rolled off his tongue in a hope for peace.
“ i hail from clan vizsla. su cuy’gar. ”
/ kryzeofmandalore / korkie kryze /
Korkie chuckled when Paz said he had come to rescue him, last Korkie had checked he didn’t think he need any rescuing but still he was glad that Paz was here now, and mostly unharmed. His worry for the other now dissipating, he enjoyed the few moments they shared, lost with just one another for a few seconds, before the chaos that raged around them returned, interrupting their moment of peace together. As Paz stiffened ready to fight, Korkie was already leaping into action, the makeshift metal rods he had, slamming into one of the guards that was firing on them, Korkie, then tossed the second he had into the other, guard, before finally kicking the last in the face. Turning back to Paz, huffing a little.
“We need to get out of here, do you know any ways to get off world?”
_
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.