Lᴀᴅʏ ꜰʀᴏᴍ Uᴍʙᴀʀᴀ
Minni aimed her wrist at the stack of dry oak and pressed the button. The flamethrower roared to life, catching the wood in an instant without reducing it to ash. She released the trigger and watched the flame spread across the bark until it burned steadily, the soft crackle bringing a small smile to her face. Getting to Qiilura from Iron Covenant space had been a hassle, requiring several different transponder codes to slip past the blockades, but the farming world had been worth the trouble.
It was the perfect place to teach
Alsin Vex
an important lesson about Mandalorian culture. Alsin wasn't her vode, but that didn't make the lesson any less important. If their culture was going to survive, it had to be passed down to the next generation without worrying about whether someone flew the flag of the Mandalorian Empire or the Kestri-based Iron Covenant.
To Minni, they were simply two sides of the same coin, both following the Way of the First Ones in their own manner. The Sith could never be forgiven for what they had done, but moving forward was the greatest revenge they could take. With the fire burning steadily, Minni leaned against a fallen log and rested her elbows on her knees, the orange glow reflecting across her helmet.
To keep her hands busy, she unhooked a thermal detonator from her belt and casually tossed it a few inches into the air before catching it again. When she heard boots approaching through the wet grass, she didn't bother turning around. "Sit down," she said softly, her voice carrying over the popping fire.
It was the perfect place to teach
Alsin Vex
an important lesson about Mandalorian culture. Alsin wasn't her vode, but that didn't make the lesson any less important. If their culture was going to survive, it had to be passed down to the next generation without worrying about whether someone flew the flag of the Mandalorian Empire or the Kestri-based Iron Covenant. To Minni, they were simply two sides of the same coin, both following the Way of the First Ones in their own manner. The Sith could never be forgiven for what they had done, but moving forward was the greatest revenge they could take. With the fire burning steadily, Minni leaned against a fallen log and rested her elbows on her knees, the orange glow reflecting across her helmet.
To keep her hands busy, she unhooked a thermal detonator from her belt and casually tossed it a few inches into the air before catching it again. When she heard boots approaching through the wet grass, she didn't bother turning around. "Sit down," she said softly, her voice carrying over the popping fire.