Yasha Cadera
Mom'alor
[member="Lady Kay"] and the Commenor Systems Alliance were in a form of economic danger which caused Mand’alor the Infernal to Commenor. She heard well the Sith Empire’s sanctions against her beloved Aunt’s alliance, and grit her teeth at the reports of [member="Darth Carnifex"]’s terms.
Yet hearsay was neither effective nor indicative to action. This was one potential hiccup which required personal attention from the Infernal.
The Rekr Fang Fleet, Yasha Mantis’ personal armada appeared out of hyperspace within the Commenori system. Led by the Hell Wolf Star Cruiser, and the Protector, the armada held dozens of ships and enough teeth to destroy an entire planetary system and their stars.
This was not the fleet of a peace-seeking young woman, but the war drums of the Mando’ade. Yasha remained in her wolf’s helm armour as she shuttled down to the Commenor Palace, hailing her Aunt along the way.
Wolf Helm firmly in place, gray armour weave cloak upon her shoulders, Yasha Mantis was a massive sight, eight feet tall in her armour and striding through the Palace to her Aunt. Behind her, Yalilyr and Death Watch guards took stations and places, and two Panathan Ladies walked along, one carrying the infant Adara in her arms.
“Queen Kay, I came as soon as the information reached my borders. Tell me exactly what Emperor Zambrano wants of Commenor, and Mandalore will aide you.” Saluting in an official capacity, Mand’alor the Infernal balled her fist and struck her chest, the wolf standard on her armour nodding its’ mechanical head.
Pleasantries could wait a moment. Once Yasha knew Kay wasn’t in immediate danger, she could let down her guard and introduce Kay to her grandniece.
Yet hearsay was neither effective nor indicative to action. This was one potential hiccup which required personal attention from the Infernal.
The Rekr Fang Fleet, Yasha Mantis’ personal armada appeared out of hyperspace within the Commenori system. Led by the Hell Wolf Star Cruiser, and the Protector, the armada held dozens of ships and enough teeth to destroy an entire planetary system and their stars.
This was not the fleet of a peace-seeking young woman, but the war drums of the Mando’ade. Yasha remained in her wolf’s helm armour as she shuttled down to the Commenor Palace, hailing her Aunt along the way.
Wolf Helm firmly in place, gray armour weave cloak upon her shoulders, Yasha Mantis was a massive sight, eight feet tall in her armour and striding through the Palace to her Aunt. Behind her, Yalilyr and Death Watch guards took stations and places, and two Panathan Ladies walked along, one carrying the infant Adara in her arms.
“Queen Kay, I came as soon as the information reached my borders. Tell me exactly what Emperor Zambrano wants of Commenor, and Mandalore will aide you.” Saluting in an official capacity, Mand’alor the Infernal balled her fist and struck her chest, the wolf standard on her armour nodding its’ mechanical head.
Pleasantries could wait a moment. Once Yasha knew Kay wasn’t in immediate danger, she could let down her guard and introduce Kay to her grandniece.