Proconsul Report #3: Twilight of the Gods
ODN Resurgent: Hangar Bay
Calaron Sector, Dajorra System
Orbiting Selen
Transports plied between the surface of Selen and the various Odanite fleet ships in orbit and with them came the various Odanite servicemen, both the combat-ready and the casualties. The last two weeks had given their men and women ample enough time to convalesce their wounds, to at least be transport ready. A singular figure, clad in blue and gold armor, stood out above the others in the hangar bay, overlooking the others from a second-story catwalk as they reviewed the casualty list on a dataslate and sighed. There were still many who were not able to return home yet, injuries even Bacta submersion therapy was slow to heal, and others whose minds were as broken as their bodies who needed specialist assistance while both healed before they could be moved. The din of overlapping voices and machinery filled the hangar bay as troops offloaded, congratulating one another on survival and rallying to platoon muster points.
The Councilor of War soughed as his own name came up on the screen under the list of casualties, he tapped the listing and stared at the projection of his face on the screen, plasma burns over his left eye. Tapping the screen twice, he shut the dataslate off and stared at his own reflection on the mirrored surface. He inspected the edges of the burns, the bacta-patch, and the eyepatch it covered to reduce the light strain on the injured eye. With luck, he might see normally again, with greater luck, more of his people would survive. But luck and preparedness had been against them so far, the Caxqettes, the rage plague, the volcanic eruption and the toxins that followed, the insanity that caused further dissension in the ranks. Still, they held their heads high in distinction. Odanites held their oaths, alliances, and friendships forefront and laid their lives down to protect them.
The Mandalorian slid the dataslate into a pouch at his hip, turning in time to see a young, fiery-haired Kiffar approaching him.
"Honestly, I don't even know how to address you, sir?" The Kiffar began as he met Wulfram's basalt gaze.
"Sir is fine, or Councilor, some say Proconsul though I'm less fond of the Imperial titles. I've heard a few sailors call me Lord Admiral, honestly, I'm tired of guessing at titles, so if you just want to call me by my name, Wulfram, I won't drag you for it." He responded as he placed his hand on the Kiffar's shoulder. "What would you prefer I call you?"
"Tisto, Tisto Kingang. Sir, we've been aboard ship for a few days now, loading the other wounded," Wulfram grimaced as Tisto's words sunk in, including him amongst the wounded, "and I'm not part of the general command. The medical corps. keeps telling me to find something to do, the infantry are either drunk or pissed off about me..."
"Deserting? Wulfram cut through the pause.
"Me deserting, years ago. And, well, I need something to do." The Kiffar seemed more agitated than downbeat about his treatment by the others.
He knew leaving would have its consequences, and he knew coming back would expose him to those consequences, and the merits of his return, being arrested, and meeting his Proconsul in a jailcell, with blood on his hands was certainly spectacular. A sigh escaped the Mandalorian's lips and he lifted up his helmet, the pain across the upper brow burnt away, the left cross of the visor shattered, melted in some places.
"You're good with Swoops. What about Audio-Visual systems? I got shot in the face, caused a short through the whole helmet." Wulfram asked, much like Tisto, he knew all too well the pain of being ill at ease.
Control the Divine:
“First among Equals, we're bound to no law.”
Gods, We Dine in Brimstone! the Multi-Clan, hosted by Arcona, featuring ourselves, Naga Sadow, as well as Taldryan, has come to an end! Congratulations Odanites, we showed up and we've shown out, with a quarter of the Clan having taken part in the event, making up 20% of the total participants for the overall event. The goal of 35 unique participants was easily eclipsed between all of the parties involved! Selen's False Gods have been lain low and we've helped secure the Dajorra system against internal threats, for now. Who knows what their future may hold?
A Voice in the Dark:
"Black shadows they hide and they wait, but they soon will return."
As mentioned in the PulseFeed News Aggregator, while we've grown and faced the threats thrown at us, including mounting an open attack against the forces that plagued our allies in the Dajorra System, threats have been growing at home, from remnants of Cy Thuron's foul ilk to malcontents within. Clan Odan-Urr, while forever a Bastion of Light among the Darkness is facing off with rising threats of darkness within all the while coming to terms with a growing nuance of the Balance in the Force. One such signal, the growing acceptance within the Order of the Templar Jensaarai, beyond a mere tolerance, the Jensaarai have been instrumental to the establishment and growth of the Solyiat Praxeum.
Another Stranger Me:
"A glimpse of life from somewhere deep within..."
Admittedly, compared to the numbers I presented for the first half of the month, we have done just a little less than before. Adjusting to remove The Scimitar of Lord Hoth entries we have had 107 unique competition entries from the 2nd to the 14th (1st was covered at the end-of-month report for March due to the number of closing competitions from March, I'll eventually figure out a better system for this, bear with me) But we're still showing a steady trend wherein a majority of our members are taking part in at least one competition in the first two weeks of the month. This month has been slower on the Clan-Run competition series for a mixture of reasons, including an increasing number of family and health-related issues among the Summit. I would like to apologize for this and assure you, we will have things back on track shortly.
The Puzzles must flow.
Dear Maria, Count Me In:
"There's a story at the bottom of this bottle, and I'm the pen."
As one does, here's April's news from across the Brotherhood.
Archangel:
"Come join the dance of destruction. Valor, sweet as a kiss."
Another month ticks by, a great quarter elapsed together, and a future in our hands only we can craft. There's plenty of new adventures to be had and a lot of great experiences to explore. Ending reports has always been my weakest point, I know where I want to go and what I want to talk about throughout, but I never know how to send you folks off.
We have several ideas and narratives on the horizon, including the introductory coop fictions I was harassing all of you about interest levels in the Discord about over the last couple of weeks. I think, if there's any good cliffhanger to leave with, that's it. Look forward to the things to come.
Ever onwards, Odanites!
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Nice report
I dunno. I don't trust that Tisto guy. Seems shady.
he is shady
Most definitely shady. Keeps demanding we give him back one of the Capital Ships.