Star Wars - Aliit Nehutyc

Chapter 1: A New Clan

Kad'la Kal Fett walked through the streets of Keldabe, looking for a building. He saw a flickering holosign above a run-down building. He squinted his eyes and saw the word Oyu'baat. This was the place. He walked in and saw a bartender in full armour standing behind the counter.

"Su'cuy, ner vod. What would you like?" the bartender asked in a gruff voice.

"I'll have a ne'tra gal and some information," Kad said. He removed his silver helmet and rubbed his gloved hand over a few scratches that scattered its glossy surface.

"One ne'tra gal coming up," said the bartender, grabbing a cup and filling it with a black-coloured liquid. He slid it across the table towards Kad, who caught it in his hand. "Now for the information, what do you want to know, ner vod?"

"I want to know how to join an Aliit. All my burc'ye are in an aliit, but I am not. I just became a Mando a few years ago" Kad stopped talking and took a long sip of his ale. There was a pause while the bartender removed his helmet, revealing a scar going down his face, nose, and cheek. He grabbed a cloth and wiped his t-slit visor. He looked up, smiling.

"Son, if you aren't in an aliit yet, you most likely won't be invited into one. Make your own. Bring in your ori'vode. Train future generations in your aliit. Everything else will come with time." The bartender gently put his helmet on the table and started scrubbing the table. Kad tossed him a 10-credit chip, slipped his helmet over his head, and walked back into the street. The sun had set, and the snow on the ground crunched under his boots. He walked down the alley and into a small opening. He whistled three times, and the snow crunched all around him.

"Su'cuy vode!" he said, setting his helmet at his feet. The helmet reflected the luminescence of a lamp a few meters to his left. Several Mandalorians surrounded him, removing their helmets and cradling them in their arms. Kad walked over to a Mandalorian in orange and brown armour and squeezed his arm. "How are you, Echoy'la?" he asked.

"Not bad. We heard you whistle and dropped in," Echoy'la said, grinning. Kad playfully punched his arm and looked around.

"Nice group of burc'ye. Been a while since the last time we met," Kad said, his voice echoing in his head as he remembered how they had met. He was brought back to reality as he heard a voice behind him. He turned and saw a young woman with long brown hair walking towards him.

"Su'cuy, Kad'ika! What's up?" she asked, gripping his arm, as was the Mandalorian way.

"Not much, honestly, Kar'ika. And that's why I wanted you all here." He paused and waved to the others to join the circle. "I called you all here because none of us had been accepted into clans. I think it's time we changed that. I propose the creation of a new clan. A clan for Mandalorians focused on justice, comradery, the Resol'nare, and honour. A clan that will include you." He paused and looked into all of his friends' faces. "Echoy'la, Kar, Naraa, Darra, Bes'laar, Opakki, Alor'ad Atin, Kom'rk, Dral, you are the first members of this new clan."

"What is our clan's name, vod'ika?" Dral asked. Kad thought for a moment, picked up his helmet and looked into the T-slit visor.

"What do we all have in common? The fact that we are Mando'ad. What do all Mando'ad have in common? Our proneness to become angry. Our crazed fearlessness when we go into battle. I think we should be called Aliit Nehutyc. Feisty, or gutsy." He looked up from his helmet and nodded at each of his friends. No, they were no longer just friends. They were a family.