A Warforged Ad Vizsla

A Warforged Ad Vizsla

Ruhnuk

Low Orbit on The Cabur

44 ABY

It was late in the evening, well past a reasonable hour to retire to bunks, but Erick Alehands was just starting service.

It had been a long voyage to get here, though thankfully it was uneventful. If you were to ask him when the last time he came this far into the Unknown Region or even left Zsoldos, Erick honestly couldn’t answer. As Clan Vizsla’s brewer and story keeper, Erick almost exclusively stayed in the Saga Drinking Hall.

However, today was a special occasion.

It had been a week prior that Erick received a request from the Consul, fittingly as mad a request as the one they hoped to honour. There had been context provided, as the clan had assets and members staging for a special military operation that was to be extended, but it had been the fact Erick’s input lead to this endeavor that endeared the brewer to come be part of that story.

So Erick had hauled his kegs here and swiped some premium whiskies when the Quartermaster wasn’t looking. In the back corner of the hangar, he arranged a long strip of empty munitions crates to form a makeshift bar. Once he draped them in salvaged banners, most with burnt edges and rough stitching to keep them together, the clan’s sigil hung proudly in the center of the bar. Atop of this, were a mismatch line of cups, jars, and other containers that could hold a liquid.

Pausing a moment to take in his creation, Erick noted that the place still smelled like fuel and scorched alloy but he had done what he could. Drawing a coin from his pocket, Erick looked down and reflected on what had been entrusted to him and the story of the whom this piece of metal now belonged.

“Soon we will celebrate.” He muttered to himself.

“Why not now?”

Erick looked up. A few paces way, with his helmet tucked under one arm, stood Kanal O’Neill. The harsh lighting of the hangar bay exposed the fresh carbon scoring across the man’s armour, clearly stating that Kanal had been in the midst of the conflict on the planet below them.

“Because you’re early,” Erick answered while moving behind the makeshift bar. He picked up a cup and began rubbing it with a cloth even though it would never truly be clean. “Guest of honour is supposed to be the last to arrive.”

“I already did my waiting.” Kanal’s mouth twitched.

“That you have!” The voice announced a crowd that began to move in on the bar. Across the hangar, tools and parts were set down while boots thundered across the durasteel flooring and catwalks. Members of the clan arrived from all angles and soon the bar was shoulders deep with rowdy play. Several jeers and jokes were thrown Kanal’s way before a sharp clang echoed through the hangar and drowned out all conversation. Heads turned to the source and watched as Erick set down the metal cup he used to gain their attention.

Stepping around the bar again, Erick raised the coin for everyone to see.

“Kanal,” Erick began, raising his voice so the whole hangar could hear. “You stood where others would have broke. You held the line when there was no line left to hold. Every time you were given a choice between survival and honour, you chose as an Ad Vizsla should.”

Erick grabbed the other man’s hand and pressed coin firmly into Kanal’s palm.

“I didn’t do it alone,” Kanal started, his voice carrying across the hangar as a hush fell over. “None of us did.”

A few helms nodded in agreement as they waited for the man to continue. Yet, it was Hector’s snorted laugh from the bar that broke the tension.

“Already making speeches…”

Laughter rang through the hangar and was followed by rounds of jeering and congratulations for the newly minted Ad Vizsla. Despite them all being in space, Erick felt a warmth that reminded him of home.

I’m delighted to share today that we celebrate Kanal achieving the Ad Vizsla title. Frankly, I’ve been checking the credit counts every month this year waiting to see when this would pop and it’s great to see it happen.

Kanal O’Neill (2,020,930 credits)

Through your actions you have surpassed two million credits earned on behalf of the Clan, as such you have earned the right to Vizsla's clan title. Thank you for your loyalty and longevity with the Clan, because of this you deserve to be called Ad Vizsla and walk amongst the best of our clan. Congrats on such an achievement.

It is an honor to bestow the Clan title of Ad Vizsla. Congratulations!

This is the Way.