THE UNDEFEATED
The Valkyrie swooped swiftly downward into the lower atmosphere of Duxn. The Matador had received a transmission from The Keeper, Tol Varen's clan elder. Without a second thought, the Matador returned home without a second thought. The Matador gathered his equipment, throwing his long black fur cloak over his shoulders as the Valkyrie's landing pad extended downward to meet the familiar wet, green earth of Duxn. White fumes exploded in a violent storm from Valkyrie's exhausts. The black visor of his helmet protected his face from irritation, however the violent fumes made his cloak bustle and shoot upward as his boots thudded slowly downward. The small town that housed Tol Varen was empty as the entire populace gathered round the Valkyrie. The Keeper stood between the Matador and the rest of his people, silence was like a dark shroud over them all, it made the Matador uneasy.
He was sure his familiar Flayer armour and Greataxe would be a comforting sight, however all faces seemed anxious and worried with the exception of the masked faces of the warrior class. But the children and the elderly informed the Matador of how his people felt. "Keeper." The Matador spoke, his heavily augmented voice was electronic and artificial; however his thick Mandolorian accent was apparent even then. He gave The Keeper a courteous bow, and then turned to observe his people. Who, at this time all fell to their hands and knee's, pressing their foreheads against the wet, green, earth.
"My people, you may rise. I am not here to be subject to your humility. I am here for your protection. I have heard, of the foreign Mandolorian pretenders. I will deal with this, I promise you. But first, I must speak to the Keeper in private. Return to your homes, my beloved people. The Blade, with us."
The Matador followed the Keeper to his home, which was known as the Library of Thought. "Keeper, Blade. These pretenders, how many are they in numbers?" - "More so than our own, and more advanced, technology years ahead of our own, Matador." The Blade replied, he was the leader of our soldiers. His militia known as The Shield counted in the hundreds. Roughly 300 highly well trained men from what the Matador could recall. "Have we came into contact with them?" The Keeper and Blade exchanged looks quickly, the Keeper shook his head. "No, however we have been monitoring them. They've been patrolling the local area. They'll find us. Eventually." The Matador took a moment, reviewing his options carefully. "The Shield have set up a perimeter of breach charges and small guard posts to ensure we are not ambushed."
"I, suggest we meet them before they happen upon us. These pretenders will not last long. Of that I am certain." The Matador spoke calmly, however deep down he was uncertain. But, he needed to act, for his people.
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He was sure his familiar Flayer armour and Greataxe would be a comforting sight, however all faces seemed anxious and worried with the exception of the masked faces of the warrior class. But the children and the elderly informed the Matador of how his people felt. "Keeper." The Matador spoke, his heavily augmented voice was electronic and artificial; however his thick Mandolorian accent was apparent even then. He gave The Keeper a courteous bow, and then turned to observe his people. Who, at this time all fell to their hands and knee's, pressing their foreheads against the wet, green, earth.
"My people, you may rise. I am not here to be subject to your humility. I am here for your protection. I have heard, of the foreign Mandolorian pretenders. I will deal with this, I promise you. But first, I must speak to the Keeper in private. Return to your homes, my beloved people. The Blade, with us."
The Matador followed the Keeper to his home, which was known as the Library of Thought. "Keeper, Blade. These pretenders, how many are they in numbers?" - "More so than our own, and more advanced, technology years ahead of our own, Matador." The Blade replied, he was the leader of our soldiers. His militia known as The Shield counted in the hundreds. Roughly 300 highly well trained men from what the Matador could recall. "Have we came into contact with them?" The Keeper and Blade exchanged looks quickly, the Keeper shook his head. "No, however we have been monitoring them. They've been patrolling the local area. They'll find us. Eventually." The Matador took a moment, reviewing his options carefully. "The Shield have set up a perimeter of breach charges and small guard posts to ensure we are not ambushed."
"I, suggest we meet them before they happen upon us. These pretenders will not last long. Of that I am certain." The Matador spoke calmly, however deep down he was uncertain. But, he needed to act, for his people.
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