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Private Brother, My Brother || Acier


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MANDALORE

The wind carried the scent of iron and soil as Aether listened, his helm tilted just enough that the faint curve of a smile could almost be heard in his tone. “If I accomplish nothing else as Mand’alor, this will be enough.” he said, voice low and steady. “Restoring our home. Giving our people something to believe in again. That is victory enough for me.” He turned slightly, visor catching the light as he looked across the busy streets. “I am proud of what we’ve built here. And I am glad you’re here to see it, vod. To be part of it.”

A low whistle left his lips as Acier spoke of his work with the Path. “You’ve been busy!” he remarked with quiet amusement. “Sabotage, extractions, escorting civilians. That’s no small task. You’ve been doing exceptional work, Ace. Being the rebel against an Empire is never easy, but if anyone’s up to it, it’s you.”

For a moment, the silence stretched between them. Aether felt the shift in his brother’s tone, that faint shadow that came and went behind his words. He didn’t press. Whatever burden Acier carried, he would share it when ready. And if not, Aether would stand beside him all the same.

He raised his helm slightly, taking a slow swig from his canteen before setting it back to his belt. “As for the Diarchy,” he began, shaking his head, “nothing has improved. It seems we are destined for war.” His voice lost none of its calm. “I do not fear conflict; it is our way. But if we must raise the sword, I would rather do so wisely. This situation feels wrong, like someone wants to see us at each other’s throats.”

He let that hang for a moment before his tone lightened, a spark of warmth returning. “Other than that, things are steady. Our contracts hold, relations are strong, and the High Republic is proving to be a reliable neighbor.” His visor turned toward his brother again, the faintest trace of a chuckle following. “Speaking of the High Republic,” he said, nudging Acier’s shoulder lightly, “when are you going to make your move on Sibylla?”

 

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Location: Mandalore - Ronion



Equipment:
Training Jumpsuit | Lightsaber | Modified DL-27 | Tic
Ace huffed a quiet breath through his nose, gaze dropping for a moment as the hum of Ronion's rebirth stirred behind them. Cranes groaning, voices raised in the rhythm of reconstruction.

"Glad you think so." He said at last, then he shrugged. "Just trying to do my part." Ace paused again, voice lowering "Wish I could be doing more, though. Like being here, helping."

He was grateful for Aether's approval, but the guilt of not being able to support his brother and the Mandalorians during this time gnawed at him. His shoulders betrayed this, a touch too tense, they gave way that there was more beneath the surface.

Aether's answer about the Diarchy drew his attention again. Ace nodded once, jaw tightening at Aether's read on the situation. A small hum of contemplation rose in his throat.


"Like someone else's pulling the strings." He murmured.

Ace didn't say who he thought it was. He wasn't sure. But his gut hadn't stopped twisting since the last time he'd seen what the Empire was doing along the border worlds. Maybe it was just bias kicking in. The idea of the Mandalorians being baited into some kind of war bothered him greatly.


The ashen-haired rebel fell into such deep thought that he hadn't registered what the Mand'alor had said. About other things being steady, relations being strong, the High Republic.

Aether's nudge snapped him out of it. The mention of Sibylla drew butterflies in his stomach, and his brother's question - when he'd 'ask her out' - almost made Ace's eyes bulge out of his head.

"Don't know what you're talking about." He answered, almost a little too fast. Too defensive. He folded his arms, expression going blank "We're just friends."

He let the silence hang for a few seconds, then his arms loosened slightly and a sigh escaped him. After another moment, a ghost of a smirk tugged the corner of his lips.

"What about you? When are you going to find a wife?" Then he chuckled lightly "Doesn't our Clan need a new Alor when you're old and can't fight worth shit?"

He followed it up with a nudge, Aether loved to tease but so did Ace.

Aether Verd Aether Verd
 

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