Static.
For a minute it was all that could suddenly be heard on Mandalorian frequencies that had long been silent.
Then…
A voice crackled to life over radios or a distorted figure flickered into being on holotables.
To some, he was familiar. To others, his age alone compelled them to listen.
"Su cuy'gar, Vode." Vren Rook started. "I speak to those that seek purpose and to those that had once called Kestri 'home'. The Enclave as we knew it is no more, yet Kestri calls you all home, not to kneel before a banner, no sir, but for something in its place. From the ashes of the Enclave, we will forge something new, so come one or come all and come be merry like only Mando'ade can."
The long distance transmission sent another wave of static for a second before stabilising again.
"Within this transmission, you will find the beacon code to find Kestri. Be wary through the nebulae and asteroid fields to find her as she had been flung far from her original position within the Galaxy. Come and forge a new path with us, one that will ring through the stars as Living Myth." He raised a hand in greeting for those that could see. "This is Vren Rook signing off - hope to see you there."
The transmission ended, static crackling into silence.
The call itself was vague, but to those that listened, it would have been clear that the call was not one to continue bowing in front of a Mand'alor or to pick up arms. Instead, the call asked them to forge something that will last beyond banners and wars.
It was a call to become part of the story of Galactic Legend…
All while still breathing.
