Lord of Girth
C O N C O R D D A W N
Standing within the main room of a homestead, I tapped on a datapad information that would be necessary for today. I had made a calling across the holonet. Extending my hand with my name to any who wished to come. Breathing in, I couldn't hold myself anymore. I sat down with a plop into the recliner. The other Mandalorians who were already here graced me with their presence. One who I knew already, Killian, was as much as a hunter, and a warrior as his hair was red. That said a lot since he was a ginger.
He walked over to me and shook his head. The green eyes piercing at me as though I wasn't allowed to do that.
"You know others will be here soon?"
"Then I will stand when they come. Till then, I rest."
"You haven't done anything yet."
"Then son, please tell me how you must feel about trying to call on every Mandalorian past, and present to come for this calling? When some may even be Dar'manda, or even exiled from any form of us?"
"Why invite them then?"
"Because its a second chance. The Mandalorians can't die. Mandalorians have been surviving since the ages before Revan, and even towards the starting of the Jedi. I want any who can call upon themselves to call themselves a mandalorian to see if we are worth a shot."
"And if nobody comes?"
"Then I will carry the mantle of the Mandalorians for as long as I can."
The young man looked at me. Surprised with my reaction. Considering that I had only become one after I had became a Master of the Force, I was still barely considered anything better than an Initiate when I had been with the Mandalorian Clans. However, they failed.
Why?
Because the clans couldn't come together. They only worried about themselves. There were still clans that clung together barely past their expiration date. I felt it was my duty as a Mandalorian, and to our possible Mandalore to bring them together. We fight for ourselves, yet we also fight for our Vod. We fight for our kin. Be it of blood, or of name, or from different families all together.
This calling was to anyone who wanted to be a Mandalorian. This call was to any past mandalorians seeking refuge. This was to any Mandalorian wanting a place to call home. A place where their names meant something. I needed all the help I could get.
(OOC: This thread is labeled as open, HOWEVER this is a calling for any who wish to be Mandalorian, or if you wish to come and argue with me IC about the Mandalorians needing to die off. As of this moment, there will be no fighting. No drawing of weapons without paying a severe consequence. Please be reasonable. )
[member="Suravi Teigra"], [member="Aedan Miles"], [member="Rohak Varad"], [member="Kami Meran"], [member="Preliat Mantis"], [member="Nolan Detta"], [member="Ijaat Mereel"], [member="Lok Munin"], [member="Gherron Vael"] (I tagged any who showed any kind of interest, or anyone who I felt may find a need to be here. You do not have to post or respond.) OOC THREAD
Standing within the main room of a homestead, I tapped on a datapad information that would be necessary for today. I had made a calling across the holonet. Extending my hand with my name to any who wished to come. Breathing in, I couldn't hold myself anymore. I sat down with a plop into the recliner. The other Mandalorians who were already here graced me with their presence. One who I knew already, Killian, was as much as a hunter, and a warrior as his hair was red. That said a lot since he was a ginger.
He walked over to me and shook his head. The green eyes piercing at me as though I wasn't allowed to do that.
"You know others will be here soon?"
"Then I will stand when they come. Till then, I rest."
"You haven't done anything yet."
"Then son, please tell me how you must feel about trying to call on every Mandalorian past, and present to come for this calling? When some may even be Dar'manda, or even exiled from any form of us?"
"Why invite them then?"
"Because its a second chance. The Mandalorians can't die. Mandalorians have been surviving since the ages before Revan, and even towards the starting of the Jedi. I want any who can call upon themselves to call themselves a mandalorian to see if we are worth a shot."
"And if nobody comes?"
"Then I will carry the mantle of the Mandalorians for as long as I can."
The young man looked at me. Surprised with my reaction. Considering that I had only become one after I had became a Master of the Force, I was still barely considered anything better than an Initiate when I had been with the Mandalorian Clans. However, they failed.
Why?
Because the clans couldn't come together. They only worried about themselves. There were still clans that clung together barely past their expiration date. I felt it was my duty as a Mandalorian, and to our possible Mandalore to bring them together. We fight for ourselves, yet we also fight for our Vod. We fight for our kin. Be it of blood, or of name, or from different families all together.
This calling was to anyone who wanted to be a Mandalorian. This call was to any past mandalorians seeking refuge. This was to any Mandalorian wanting a place to call home. A place where their names meant something. I needed all the help I could get.
(OOC: This thread is labeled as open, HOWEVER this is a calling for any who wish to be Mandalorian, or if you wish to come and argue with me IC about the Mandalorians needing to die off. As of this moment, there will be no fighting. No drawing of weapons without paying a severe consequence. Please be reasonable. )
[member="Suravi Teigra"], [member="Aedan Miles"], [member="Rohak Varad"], [member="Kami Meran"], [member="Preliat Mantis"], [member="Nolan Detta"], [member="Ijaat Mereel"], [member="Lok Munin"], [member="Gherron Vael"] (I tagged any who showed any kind of interest, or anyone who I felt may find a need to be here. You do not have to post or respond.) OOC THREAD