Ave walked the rows and rows of Mandalorian soldiers standing at attention in their pristine armor as his eyes roved over them all. Captain Tolme Rudge walked a half step behind him also inspecting the assemble warriors he was far more strict regarding these inspection the Ave was but of course it was good to have one like that on his team. They walked the last row in silence before coming to the head of the men. They leaded their head together to converse more privately.

"All looks in order Lieutenant Cambel leads a tight group."

"Indeed they even measure up to your standers, we need to get them back on patrol as soon as possible. I'll handle it get to the brief room."

"Yes Sir." Tolme saluted then walked off back towards the main Ordo military base. He raised his voice to address the assembled men.

"After careful consideration Captain Tolme and I have decided that you have all performed above exceptions well done men. I would have liked the privileged to release all of you for the day but unfortunately we are all painfully aware that we must keep a constant vigil so I ask you to return to your duties." They saluted and he saluted back before turning about face and heading towards the military base. He walked quickly and briskly not having time to salute his men in passing but nodding all the same. He made his way through the main fortress to the war room. He saluted the two guards on duty and pushed the wooden doors open, the war room had a large round table that all those of his commanding staff could sit in when they gathered. Today however they would communicate via panels on the wall. He took a seat at the head of the table Tolme two seats down. The large screens flicked on showing the faces of Colonel Rotric Rudge, Admiral Althea Rudge, and Captain Brashen Rudge. Althea was commanding the fleet stationed around Concord Dawn while Brashed commanded the Ordo defensive fleet. Rotric was his commander on Concord Dawn. He started off the meeting.

"It is good to see you all in fine health my friends the last few days have been trying on us all." His officers nodded their ascent."With the attack on our allied clan at Kshyyk we have taken the extra precautions but the truth is we are stretched a little tighter then I would like. It is not good for the men to run such rigors shift continuously and that is what we are close to doing. We need ideas and quickly."

Althea was the first to speak she shook her long red hair out as she spoke " There is not much we can do Ura and his lap dogs seem intent on trying to conquer us all in one swift action. He would have to kill each and every one of us before we submitted but I wouldn't put it past the man he is like rabid dog destroying all in his path." Rotric gave her one of his solemn nods and began speaking next.

"Indeed he seeks to rule only by force his attack on Dagr proves that he can not be allowed to succeed we need a Mandalore would rules by sword and mind not just fist. I'm not sure...." He trailed off as they all turned to a knocking at the door.

OOC Enter JET.

Zan Corgak slipped through the well-guarded hallways of the Clan Rudge fortress, lightsaber clanking softly at his side. It had been difficult to make it past the Mandalorian watches, but it seemed as if the once-vigilant soldiers were losing their edge. The logical explanation was that they were simply overworked. The Clan Wars had driven both men and machines to the breaking point, all in the name of victory. But for Zan, it was clear that victory was the only permissible outcome. If the wrong side came out on top...the memory of his vision was seared into his brain. So much death, so much destruction, all because of a crazed man with schemes to either bring the galaxy under his thumb...or destroy it.

He stopped mid-stride as he sensed two foreign presences right around the corner. Beyond that door was his objective, but getting through the sentries--no matter how tired they were--would be the most difficult leg of the journey.

With a sly smile, he resolved to use one of the tricks he had learned when he had roamed the secret alleys of Pelek Baw. With a wave of his hand, a hanging pipe became dislodged, landing on the floor with a sound that was ear-splitting, considering the silence in the base. The Mandalorians perked up, wary of intruders. They crept from their post, slowly making their way to the intersection. Zan was in a crouch, waiting for them to round the corner so he could spring his trap. And there they came, dressed in their purple armor. With a heaving effort, Zan gathered the Force into a giant shovel, sending it barreling towards the unsuspecting soldiers. They were caught completely by surprise, unable to resist, and were steamrolled into the unforgiving metal of the closest wall. Even with their protective helmets, the force of the push was enough to render both unconscious for a few minutes, which would be enough to grant Zan access to the planning room.

He hurried to the bare door, rapping on its steel frame. When there was no answer, he turned the handle and walked into a sparse room, its walls covered only by charts of foreign areas of space. Blasters inexplicably flew out of holsters and fell to the area of the floor surrounding Zan, snatched up the pervasive power of the Force. Even without their pistols, the Mandalorians would have been more than a match for him. Zan lowered the dark hood, his face set in a grim stone. "Clan Rudge, I presume? I'm here to join your army."

Ave scowled slightly as his and Tolme's blasters flew from their grips the faces on of the officers on the planes were near horrified he could already see Althea, Brashen and Rotric preparing to send all available troops to his aid even thought they knew it was in vain if this particular force wields was here to end him. No he cut the video feeds letting them know if this was to be his end he would die with honor a long time friend and clanmate by his side. As the intruder spoke he was slightly taken aback it was the farthest thing from his mind he had expected. He tired to make his voice calm when he spoke to this Zan character.

" I am Ave Rudge leader of Clan Rudge this is Captain Tolme Rudge my secound in command on Ordo. The faces you saw on the video screens are my other officers you may meet them in time. Now generally I would not except your entrance but seeing as my Captain and I are disarmed and you seem to mean us not harm I will hear you out." He took a seat again Tolme hesitantly joining him. "Now you clearly aren't a Jedi or a Sith but why would a Force user want to join me? You don't seem to be a Mandalorian what is our war to you but a spec in the timeline." He

He crossed his hands on top the table and looked into the mans eyes before moving his hand indicating he should take a seat across from them. He was more then a little intrigued by this Force user the man could be endlessly useful if he proved to be a legitimate ally.

"And that's exactly why I'm not a Jedi!" Zan thundered passionately, slamming his fist on the table. His speech took on a more distant tone, his eyes starting out at a spot on the horizon. "They don't understand. They really don't. For all their years of studying the Force, they still don't get it. Each speck on the timeline, as you put it, is still a part of the timeline. Remove it, and everything's changed forever. Influence it--and you can control destiny itself. I have seen how these things work, seen it with my very eyes, as my old Jedi Master was slain. Events conspired against him. We were there to help--to heal! But they killed him nonetheless."

Zan stood before the assembled leaders, gathering momentum as his address reached the penultimate point. "The Force has granted me a glimpse into the future. I have seen what will become of this war! You, Clan Rudge, are destined to lose, destroyed by the warmongering Ascendant Mandalorians." Hushed whispers made their way throughout the throng of veteran soldiers. "Yes, you will lose, and the Ascendant Mandalorians will scour the galaxy in their quest for 'honor.' But I can change that. I will change that! I will not allow another Garos IV, another world to burn! That is my promise and my pledge. I only ask that you accept my services."

Ave listened quietly to what the former Jedi had to say it was an interesting argument and he had heard that certain Force users could catch glimpses into the future. Although his experience with those talented in the Force was limited he was almost sure that to look into the future one had to be powerful or one was on the road to becoming a great Force user. Either way a man such as that was worth having around especially if they claimed to be the key to saving his clan. Even if the mans words were false he could not take the chance and pass up a soldier such as this one.

"We are more then willing to accept you into our ranks but aside from saving us from annihilation what is it you can bring to the table. Every member of this clan brings something unique what do you have to offer aside from the obvious training in the use of the Force. What can you do and what will you do to aid us in defeating the upstart false Mandalore and his allies. How is it you can help us when no one else can?" He leaned back in his chair confident the man could supply them with at least a basic idea of how he was hoping to save the Clan from destruction. He doubted they were in danger but life had a funny way of creeping up on you when you least expected it, it was what had ended Dagr, he would not see it happen to them.

"Heal." The word was flat, unemotional. "It's what I do. My hands...these hands..." A shudder coursed through his body as he recalled distant memories from Garos IV. "They can repair flesh, restore blood, relive pain. A gift from the Force--or a curse, if you prefer. I need neither bacta nor kolto, scalpel nor bandage. Any soldier, any man, anyone, I can heal. So long as the Force runs through me, I can save them. I hope that satisfies your curiosity, Lord Rudge, because I have had quite a time getting here. If you don't mind, I'd like to head to my quarters and rest." Without any more explanations, he bowed, and ducked out of the room.

A Mandalorian voice called back at him. "But you don't know what room you're in, let alone have the keys!"

Zan's voice floated back from down the hallway, playfully energetic, at least for someone who carried so much weight on his shoulders. "Room B3. And I don't need keys. Jedi, remember?"

His mission was partly complete: joining the Rudge Clan was simple. Being accepted would not.

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