Private A Second Attempt

[Corazona von Ascania]

The Taris skyline had made a remarkable improvement since she'd last laid eyes on it. There were still gaps and jagged edges, but the plumes of smoke that had curled into the horizon were gone.

Cora acknowledged this with a simple hum. She'd seen many things, but still could not imagine what it must've been like to have your planet change astrological coordinates so suddenly, and so severely. Fortunately, the Mandalorians appeared to be attentive to the worlds under their domain.

Though her gaze was fixed on the shuttle's viewport, her ears tuned into the comm chatter as best she could. Synthesized voices were a bit too garbled for her to make out entirely, but they were calm. Professional. Not a note of hostility.

"Clearance received. Initiating landing sequence, Master Jedi."

"Excellent."

They'd made sure to follow protocol this time around. Mandalore had been contacted, and permission had been given before she'd even chartered the flight. Mandalorians appreciated a candid approach, so she'd been forthcoming with the details. The Jedi outpost on Taris was small, but it contained a number of artifacts curated by her friend and fellow Jedi, Efret Farr . With the Master herself away on assignment, Cora sought to retrieve the relics in her stead. Nothing more, nothing less.

The boarding ramp lowered with a hiss. Tugging at her gloves to ensure a good fit – over both her organic and cybernetic hands – the Jedi knelt and retrieved a bottle of wine she'd stashed beneath the console.

The pilot leaned back in his chair and squinted. Cora met his look with a barely arched brow.

"It is rude to visit someone's home without a gift," she supplied.

With that, she descended the ramp.

Aether Verd

 

[Aether Verd]

Assets: Beskar'gam | Basilisk
Darksaber | Resolute Dawn​

TARIS

The Mandalorian did not send a delegation or a squad of watchful sentries. Rather, he came himself.

Aether Verd stood at the foot of the boarding ramp, clad in the iron that marked him as Mand'alor. The afternoon light caught the edges of his armor, painting the beskar in hues of copper and gold as he waited, hands resting calmly at his sides. Around them, the landing pad hummed with the distant traffic of Taris, a city still stitching itself back together with determination that he found familiar.

As the Jedi descended, Aether inclined his head, his visor tilting just enough to acknowledge the bottle of wine she carried without comment. His voice, when it came, was warm, carrying the low rumble of welcome shaped by sincerity rather than formality.

"Welcome to Taris, Master Jedi. I am Aether Verd, Mand'alor the Iron."

He gestured to the city beyond the landing pad, where scaffolding met newly restored towers and fresh banners fluttered in the breeze, the red and gold of Mandalore set against the pale sky.

"It is good to see our skies quiet again, and better still to see your people and mine working toward something other than conflict. I thought it proper to greet you myself, given the efforts our nations have made to strengthen these ties."

His gaze settled on her, measured yet open.

"How can Mandalore assist you during your time here?"​

Corazona von Ascania