Lord of Girth
I stood there for a moment in silence. I felt as though I were walking up to the chopping block. The Will of the Universe holding its hand out to determine if I should be removed, or be released. I could feel it in my bones. It was with the single words of the being that could only be known as Malok that I looked astonished. I was surprised that the being decided to follow me. As well as others that began to speak up. Saying they would follow in the footsteps of myself and Manda'lor. I could slowly feel a smile forming on my face.
Yet it left me as the only man who could possibly inspire any kind of fear in me stood forth. My heart laxed when he spoke that my words were never truer. With his turning to Malok, who held the banner of Manda'lor, he retrieved it. I looked at the symbol that had once been emblazoned upon many armors dating back to when we as a culture were born. My eyes left a moment to the man's face. He then gave me a promotion.
He spoke of becoming his Warmaster. The right hand man to the leader of the Mandalorians. I looked around for a moment. Trying to see anyone who didn't wish this. Anyone who wanted to say anything against me. Yet even when I looked over to the droid that would outlive us all, he too gave support for this new banner. I smiled and ducked my head a little. Of all the things I wanted, it was not a promotion. What I wanted was my son to return to me. My son to see that he doesn't have to fight on his own. That he can be something more than just what he believes. I closed my eyes. Breathing in a moment before nodding my head.
"Yes. I accept the title of Warmaster in your name."
In my heart, I didn't accept it for just my leader, but I accepted it for my son. I needed to find him. If I needed to become of a higher status to do it, then so be it.
"I will do everything to see that we are brought back from the brink of death."
[member="Kad Tor"], @HK-36 @Nolan Detta, [member="Aedan Miles"], [member="Vilaz Munin"], [member="Artemis Lux"], [member="Mesh'la Dral"], [member="Malok"],
Yet it left me as the only man who could possibly inspire any kind of fear in me stood forth. My heart laxed when he spoke that my words were never truer. With his turning to Malok, who held the banner of Manda'lor, he retrieved it. I looked at the symbol that had once been emblazoned upon many armors dating back to when we as a culture were born. My eyes left a moment to the man's face. He then gave me a promotion.
He spoke of becoming his Warmaster. The right hand man to the leader of the Mandalorians. I looked around for a moment. Trying to see anyone who didn't wish this. Anyone who wanted to say anything against me. Yet even when I looked over to the droid that would outlive us all, he too gave support for this new banner. I smiled and ducked my head a little. Of all the things I wanted, it was not a promotion. What I wanted was my son to return to me. My son to see that he doesn't have to fight on his own. That he can be something more than just what he believes. I closed my eyes. Breathing in a moment before nodding my head.
"Yes. I accept the title of Warmaster in your name."
In my heart, I didn't accept it for just my leader, but I accepted it for my son. I needed to find him. If I needed to become of a higher status to do it, then so be it.
"I will do everything to see that we are brought back from the brink of death."
[member="Kad Tor"], @HK-36 @Nolan Detta, [member="Aedan Miles"], [member="Vilaz Munin"], [member="Artemis Lux"], [member="Mesh'la Dral"], [member="Malok"],