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Private A Tale of Two Wardens

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A TALE OF TWO WARDENS


Mandalorian Empire
Kway Teow, Felucia


In the cyclical nature of the Galaxy, Empires rise and fall, Kingdoms reach their zenith and crumble beneath their weight. It was the way of all things to be born, grow, and return to the stars and dust at the end. For some, it was merely a brilliant flash, a momentary rise of power only to be shattered upon the completion of some goal or meeting a force that it could not overcome; whilst others would lumber on for years, becoming a bloated, corpulent corpse that had died long before the final collapse. In many ways, the Mandalorians were the prime example of this growth and decay. They would rise - sometimes brilliantly like a phoenix, other times it was a slow smoldering of kindling - and eventually fall. It had always been said that a united Mandalore could not be conquered from without, that it would stand the test of time, only to fall from within as the clans turned on one another.

The Warden of Ferrix had seen many such factions bearing the name Mandalorian rise in the past, from the United Clans and the Crusaders to the Enclave and even the Iron Covenant. All names for those that sought to claim the ancient mantle, so what made the Mandalorian Empire stand apart from those that had burned too brightly as they streamed across the stars? It was the willingness of those that had been drawn to the Empire to surrender themselves to something larger, something greater... It was that willingness to rise from the ashes and build something that would stand the test of time.

She had, in the past, her own run-ins with the various Mandalorian factions that had claimed the names and titles of old. Each conflict was fought against the Mandalorians, and now, the Warden of Ferrix stood with former enemies at the behest of an older force. The memories, however, were not the reason she had found herself on Felucia. As the Mandalorian Empire expanded and ebbed, the maps shifted and were redrawn. Where she once stood silently alone as a bulwark against the darkness, she now found herself with a neighbor as the Yavin Expanse had grown to meet the Ferrixian Corporate Sector.

The meeting room was dim, the sun already setting and casting light over the vibrant fungal forests of Felucia. She could have just as easily sought the Warden of Yavin out in her own territory, or even extended an invitation to Ferrix. Felucia, though, offered something neither Warden could: neutrality. It was a Crown Territory, held by another who was entrusted with the world by the Mandalore. A soft hiss filled the room for a moment, followed by a loud clacking as the shutters on the window slowly retracted to provide a better view of the vast fungal forests that stretched to the horizon beyond the Capital City of the planet.

Her back remained toward the door, a risk that she was willing to take to show her fellow Warden that she did not have ill intent by inviting her to Felucia that day. Rather, she wanted their two Oversectors to grow closer, forming a united front that would keep the Eastern expanse of the Mandalorian Empire secure so their focus and attention could fall toward the South and West, where the true future of the Empire awaited.




 


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The Warden of Yavin’s boots were muffled against the soft carpet as she followed the aide leading them to the meeting room. The external walls were broken by large windows granting them a brief glimpse of the colourful landscape beyond. Yet Mia found little time for appreciation of it, her mind was more than occupied. She had a hands off approach for her sector for the most part, stepping in only when she was needed to broker deals and settle disagreements between the clans that occupied the worlds beneath her oversight.

It allowed her to focus on the mammoth task of being Warmaster, commanding the Great Heathen Army and acting as Aether’s right hand. Every day brought a new challenge but the last weeks had been some of her worst. Two attempts on her life in the space of a week, recovery and the slow rebuilding of her family home on Mandalore, and beyond their borders?

Meetings with the sith, brokering alliances, picking sides in the wars to come. The door before her hissed open, and Mia set everything aside as she stepped over the threshold into the meeting room. The Warden of Ferrix was a woman shrouded in mystery, all Mia knew of her was her ruthlessness and efficiency when commanding their fleets, both were traits she appreciated.

Clad in black armour trimmed with gold, Mia moved deeper into the room, gaze drifting past the form silhouetted against the darkening landscape beyond her.

“Quite the view.” She commented quietly, moving to step beside her, cybernetics of her left arm whirring softly as she folded it neatly into the small of her back with her right. Her gold framed visor tilted her way.

“This is a long overdue introduction, I appreciate you organising it.”

 

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