Initiated into the Mandalorian Clans after facing off against the Yuuzhan Vong after an Ithorian Herdship had crashed on the aforementioned planet, it was different from what he had imagined the Mandalorian's to be like. Yes, they were warriors through and through, but more than that they were a family.
A large extended family.
An extremely large extended family.
Comparing it to how life had been on Kiffu, he could understand it. But, Clan Moxla was nowhere near as big as the entirety of the Clans.
He had been there on Mandalore when the Mand'alor addressed all Mandalorians. Independent Clans, the Crusaders, and of course, the Clans. The sheer amount of warriors was nothing he had seen before. Off of the battlefield, they had differences, no doubt about it. He had heard how some resented those that were Force sensitive, and he made sure to steer clear of those, even if he hardly used the Force. But what had truly enticed him was the armour.
All of it different, and yet similar.
It was only a few days after the gathering of tens of thousands, and he was of the mind to prove himself, not just to the Clan that initiated him, but to all that were his new family.
The young Kiffar was on his way to a forge where he had asked one of his new brother's in Clan Kelborn to get in contact with someone who could actually craft the Mandalorian Iron. Within only a few days, someone was to meet him. On the DataPad in his hands were a design that he was interested in having created. Naturally, he went on the HoloNet to compare images as a baseline for the own drawing and design he had created.
Numerous concepts were brought together. He was hardly original about it.
A large extended family.
An extremely large extended family.
Comparing it to how life had been on Kiffu, he could understand it. But, Clan Moxla was nowhere near as big as the entirety of the Clans.
He had been there on Mandalore when the Mand'alor addressed all Mandalorians. Independent Clans, the Crusaders, and of course, the Clans. The sheer amount of warriors was nothing he had seen before. Off of the battlefield, they had differences, no doubt about it. He had heard how some resented those that were Force sensitive, and he made sure to steer clear of those, even if he hardly used the Force. But what had truly enticed him was the armour.
All of it different, and yet similar.
It was only a few days after the gathering of tens of thousands, and he was of the mind to prove himself, not just to the Clan that initiated him, but to all that were his new family.
The young Kiffar was on his way to a forge where he had asked one of his new brother's in Clan Kelborn to get in contact with someone who could actually craft the Mandalorian Iron. Within only a few days, someone was to meet him. On the DataPad in his hands were a design that he was interested in having created. Naturally, he went on the HoloNet to compare images as a baseline for the own drawing and design he had created.
Numerous concepts were brought together. He was hardly original about it.