[NOTE: THIS THREAD IS SET DIRECTLY AFTER THE BATTLE FOR MANDALORE INVASION THREAD]
Dominating the cavernously tall chamber was the bronzium and steel effigy of Kad Ha’rangir, the ancient deity of destruction and change once worshiped by the Mandalorians as a part of their culture before the rise of the cult of Mand’alor. Kad Ha’rangir, was a force of change and growth. Change that the scattered remnants of the Mandalorians needed.
The effigy stood six meters high, bared his visage in golden splendor gilded over precious beskar that had been anointed in the old ways and blessed before being sculpted. It's image was rendered with the armor of the old Mand'alors that lead the great Neo-Crusades. The effigy symbolized the hybridization of both cults. An attempt at a new fuel for a new crusade.
The old Mandalorian god stood on a plinth of black obsidian which itself rested on top of a durasteel platform that descended to the chamber’s floor via a central step. The chamber hall which housed it was cut right out of the rock of the asteroid. Jagged and rough cathedral like vaulted ceiling was propped up by stony and bulky columns of asteroid rock. Embedded into the asteroid’s walls were stain glass windows, tall and thing, and backlit by neon lights to mimic the passing of starlight.
In this vast pious empty space, was the Daughter or so she was called as she had no name of her own. She sat in silent vigilance, with her lower legs folded beneath her thighs and her buttocks perched on her upturned heels. A warrior’s silent meditation in pose. Her body was encased in golden beskar’gam armor. White stencil impressions in old Mandalorian script ran bands around her pauldrons and chest plate. Her black armored gloved hands were clasped together in a prayer and were held just below the chin of her helmet. Set beside her was her power hammer, with its chrome polished head of an eagle and long twisted helix shaft and shock pummel.
The Daughter of Kad Ha’rangir looked up to the effigy and from it’s T-shaped visor a beam spat out from a hidden holoprojection lens. The blue nebulous scattering image bled onto the floor while the lens flexed their apertures to define the emerging details. Horns, a skeletal snout and eyes, the hologram molded into the large floating skull of a mythosaur. Cosmic noise made the image shake at times and dissolve only to re-materialize.
“Daughter,” a deep voice growled from the hologram of the extinct beast’s skull.
“Yes, I am here,” replied the Daughter.
“Good,” said the Mythosaur Voice. “Yaim’ol has come. As we speak the disparate and scattered have brought their feud to Mandalore and the Sith occupiers.”
“Yes, I watched from the probe droid feeds,” said the Duaghter, “They are in peril though.”
“Indeed,” said the Mythosaur Voice, “We must help them, see to their escape and shelter aboard the Sentinel.”
“Are you ready, dear Ad’ika.”
“I am,” replied the Daughter.
“Ib'tuur jatne tuur ash'ad kyr'amur.”
“Aye, it is, Ad’ika. It is,” said the Mythosaur Voice.
“Go now. Show them the change that Kad Ha’rangir demands.”
“Hokaanir bal shuk.”
“Akay bic cuyir dar.”
The image faded and evaporated in a blue haze. The Daughter rose from her vigil and leaned to grip the shaft of her power armor. She held it before her and pulled it up so that the beak of the hammer touched her helmet. She whispered the last command that the Mythosaur voice gave in Mando’a back to herself.
“Hokaanir bal shuk,” she hummed within the tight space of her helmet – ‘Rip and Tear’
“Akay bic cuyir dar.” – ‘Until it is done’.
An alarm claxon rang out punctuating the end of the Daughter’s prayer. She turned away from the effigy and strode towards a large archway that framed a set of double blastdoors that cried mechanical wheezes when they parted from one another. The Daughter strode into the command bridge of the asteroid battleship Sentinel, walking up to a central disc shaped stable with a large hologram of external video feeds playing.
A protocol droid, turned navigation officer after black market customizations, greeted the Daughter with a curt nod. The droid was crimson red with bright golden cyber eye sockets. A mythosaur was spray painted on its chest and its left arm was salvaged chrome and bronzium. It pointed to the feed and gestured to the Daughter.
“My lady we have arrived to Mandalore,” said the red protocol droid, “however, it has been devastated by the battle there. The insurgents are pressed into a full route.”
“Prepare the dropships,” said the Daughter.
“At once,” said the droid. “Happy hunting my lady.”
The Daughter presented a fist which the droid obliged with a tap of its own. Then the Daughter left the bridge to descend into the bowels of the asteroid ship. The Sentinel was once a mobile mining dorm, used to house mining corporation staff and laborers as they drifted through asteroid belts depleting them for minerals and metals. The Daughter had seized it and strapped a set of ion engines and hyperdrive to it, turning it into a battleship and citadel all in one. When she exited the repulsorlift elevator she had come to a hangar where a group of mercenaries, pirates, and a select few of golden armored Mandalorians had gathered.
When she came up to the group she said only one thing and then pumped her power hammer in the air.
“Rip and tear!” she bellowed.
“Until it is done!” howled the group back.
The warriors of Sentinel boarded their dropships and began their descent towards Concordia. There they would help save who were left and ravage all that came in there way. The Daughter stepped into her dropship with the golden plated Mandalorians and sat by a bench. The dropship shook as it lifted off and exited the shielded space of the hangar into the void above Mandalore. The reverberations of the atmospheric entry rocked the Daughter while she fell into her meditations.
“Until it is done,” she whispered.
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MANDO'A TRANSLATIONS:
-Yaim’ol = Home
-Ad'ika = Daughter [Affectionate Slang Nick Name - 'Little Daughter']
-Ib'tuur jatne tuur ash'ad kyr'amur = Mandalorian Phrase "Today is a good day for someone else to die"
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