Destiny | Mandalorian Clans Dominion of Azure Hex

[Lok Xiangu]

Location: Velmor
People: [member="Briika Tor"] and [member="3X744"]
Post count: 3/25

What astounded him at first was the way how the boy took his hand and shook. That wasn't Mandalorian tradition, was it? Vilaz taught him that when greeting someone that they have to strongly grip the forearm of the Mando and say "su cuy, vod". He wondered what type of parents the kid had. Maybe the customs of the boy's clan were different and unique that most other clans. As long as they lived by the six tenants of the Resol'nare, then all was good and well. When they shook hands, Lok's grip was a little bit weaker than the boy's and then their hands let go. But what really surprised the youngster was the kid's name. Now he knew that it wasn't a normal name per say, and that such a name belonged to a droid at least. Three could see the confused and surprised features on Lok's face when he disclosed his name to the Mandalorian. Trying to no be mean, the Munin kid would say to the boy, "Wait, that's your name? For real? You don't have one without, well, numbers? His tone was friendly as the Pirate asked the young boy of his name. He completely forgot about the BB droid due to his curiosity.

Out from the distance, he saw what could possibly be his stepmother coming with meat for their afternoon meal. Lok wondered if the blonde really did have feelings for his adopted father because he sure knew and could easily tell that Vilaz had feelings for her and he was thinking of Bree all the time ever since the Cuir Rekr told Lok of the battle medic. Would Lok accept Bree as his stepmother? Yes, he would but that didn't mean Lok would start of with calling Briika "mom" or telling her of some personal things of his life. They'd have to bond and it that bond wouldn't happen overnight.

"Su'cuy, vod. We're setting up the tents and the campfire," the Munin boy said to his possible future stepmother. He did admit that she was gorgeous and pretty for his dad...and to be his stepmom.

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

"How Do You Say "S'mores" in Mando'a?" | Post 4 of 30​

[member="Lok Munin"] | [member="Briika Tor"]​

THE PLANET
V E L M O R
TOL VERMOC MOUNTAINS

"You don't have one without, well, numbers?"

You don't have one without, well, names?

Putting out the kindling, the boy was on all fours as he heard the question. Pushing himself back, so that he was standing on his knees, the boy put one arm around the BB unit as he looked back up at the older boy.

"Uh, I'm kinda a clone," the youngster supplied, his eyes going to one side as he scratched the back of his head in thought. It would be kind of hard to explain. It was difficult for him to understand sometimes.

"The people who cloned me didn't really give out names."

That was probably the best explanation he could give, without the whole Clone Wars - Time Travel - Nine Hundred Year motif kicking in.

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Location: Azure
Post: 6/38
Allies: Mandalorian Clans, [member="Ayriss Kelish"]
Enemies: N/A
Objective: Find Siri Tachi's body

"Now we need to bring the bronzium panels back to the ship, the bones as well as the lightsaber we just found"

"Roger, roger"

"We found out that the deceased had a purple-bladed lightsaber. We need more information before we can formally identify the deceased"

"How could a lightsaber remain in a deceased? Must have been buried shortly after the deceased's death"

Laden with two bronzium cap panels, a bag of bones stitched together by M-6PO using electronics-grade wire so that it represent the skeleton as it would appear whole. Now Cathul puts the skeleton in a fetal position, knowing said electronics-grade wire would be able to sustain the strain of such an operation. By now Cathul had to use Force-pull to climb out of the hole containing a Dwartii coffin, as well Force-push for any item thus found, minus the lightsaber that she can just holster. By that time she decided not to care about that other Force-presence until said Force-presence manifested itself. And thus she slows to a crawl with two bronzium cap panels in tow, laden with a human/Near-Human skeleton in fetal position to facilitate transportation, bringing back these implements onboard the ship, inside which, hopefully, the equipment will prove sufficient to verify the identity of that lightsaber's owner against the files of deceased lightsaber owners.

 

[Briika Munin]

Velmor; Tol Velmoc Mountains
Camping with Munin Clan cadets
[member="Lok Munin"] [member="3X744"]
Gear in bio
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From watching the two boys talk and interact, it became obvious that the younger one was not accustomed to the Mando'ad ways. But that was okay, he could learn much of it on this camping trip with the other Munin clan cadets.

Briika removed her rifle and set it aside, then squatted down across the fire pit from the adike and washed off the berries with the water from her canteen.

"Vore, Lok'ika. Jate bora," the golden blonde nodded appreciatively for the good work Lok had done, then turned to the other boy, whose face resembled someone long gone… Could he indeed be a clone of Jango? The medic didn't think there were any more left in the galaxy.

"Su'cuy means hello in Mando'a, the Mandalorian language. Vod or vode means mate/mates," she smiled, then added. "I am Briika Tor… I like your little droid companion there. He seems much more friendly and fun than the medical ones I have to work with normally. What shall I call you two while we are camping together?"

 

[Ra Vizsla]

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They were now in the transport, headed to the ruins of the Command Center on Nickel One.

How would history remember us, Draco had asked.

Mand'alor had silently condemned Draco for raising the point of fighting alongside the Sith in his lifetime. Ra was well aware of Shukalar's ties to the Sith, and that the man still to this day practiced the arts. His opinion of Force Users was well known - Ra hated them all. This was why several fringe extremists, such as [member="Aryn Spar"] and the Death Watch, supported him as Mand'alor. He wanted a return to the old ways, an emergence of ancient traditions and values within his people. Not this spread of the Force and it's reliance such as Draco and others exhibited. It disturbed the natural way of things, the natural way of life in the Galaxy. Such unwarranted actions in the arts disturbed the manda of the Galaxy, and he blamed the mass amounts of abusers of these unworldly powers for the attraction of threats like Akala.

But how would history remember them?

Ra looked out the windows of the transport at the oncoming wreckage of the Command Center.

"I don't care how. Only that it does."

Ra was blatantly short with his answer - this was far from inspiring and very unlike his other speeches of grandeur and honor. Would he speak like this to the Mandalorian people, though? Was Ra a man so engrossed with power, seeking to consolidate it until a moment when not even the Council could stand up to him, not even the Crusaders? His rise to Mand'alor had been so quickly, did the people of Mandalore really know what they had chosen? Would he stop at nothing to be remembered?

Had they cast aside one monster for another?

Only his actions would speak, and only time would tell.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Roche
[member="Ra Vizsla"] | [member="Caspian Rekali"]
[Post 6]

Draco was quiet then, and his mind churned with the Mand'alors words. Many before Ra had been that way, intent on being remembered one way or another, that they made it into the history books. For many, they knew of Mand'alor the Indomitable and Mand'alor the Ultimate, but how many knew of Mand'alor the Lesser, the Vindicated, the Conqueror, the Destroyer. Only those with an appetite for learning obscure history would even recognize the time periods they existed in, and fewer still the deeds they had done.

Even since the Gulag Plague, how many Mand'alors had there been? Three, Six, more? Draco could only remember a handful in the short decades since the Galaxy returned to itself, became free and brought out of the darkness. "That is not enough Mand'alor." Draco said after a moment of silence, looking into the bright green eyes of the Goliath warrior with him. "It is not enough that history remember us. Our people must live on because of us. For over four thousand years we have existed, like waves in an ocean we rise, and we fall. But when is the last time the galaxy was truly changed because of Mandalorians? When was the last time we were more than a footnote or honorable mention?"

Too long. They had been in the shadows, in the swirling darkness of uncertainty for a long time, not pushing forward and leaving their mark, but inching closer and closer to extinction. How would his children look upon him, and would he earn the rest he wanted, the peace he felt his family earned? Or would he die fighting for it?

That was an odd and ironic fact. You had to fight for peace. It had always been that way, but it was true. In a few years, his children would be old enough to remember the galaxy, they would begin seeing the work their father had done. Would they see a million fires burning across the stars, the wake of blood of billions dead, and see him as a liberator fighting a just cause, or a murderer with good intentions?

 

[Ra Vizsla]

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Ra stared out the window, listening. He watched the Command Center's wreckage come into view on the horizon, listened to the silent hum of the technology surrounding him in the transport.

The light buzz of electricity. The incessant silence of the space outside. The subtle flicks of the pilot's hands on the controls.

It was a peace that was all too rare to Ra.

That's not enough, Mand'alor.

Ra closed his eyes. He would never be capable of drowning out these voices. It's all these people cared about. These... pretenders. A Sith by day. Jedi by night. All the while pretending to care about their Mandalorian culture by virtue of repeating certain phrases, over and over again. The Man who would not kneel. The people who sought glory and honor. It was all a facade, they were all a facade. That's why this... Arasuum-driven Alor'e Council had bowed to Ra's demands of the Resol'nare. Why he had been allowed the right to blood duel prominent members of the Clans after being away for so long. Ra was a nobody, to these people. But he knew they wanted to change.

They hated themselves for every bit of it, so they wanted to change. But it never comes naturally. Like a wild fire in an ancient forest, change had to be forced. Just last night [member="Isley Verd"] had received a gift, the Gauntlet of Hod Har'an, from Ra. He knew the man was a prolific artifact seeker and worshipper of the Dark Arts. He sought every Mandalorian relic he could... but for what reason? History would not remember them. History didn't give a kark. Mandalore the Ultimate wasn't rolling in his grave - he was quietly rolling through the plains of the Manda, silently enjoying his eternal slumber as his soul became once more part of the Mandalorian Clans.

History didn't give a kark.

But Ra did.

"Be damned your philosophical teachings, Shukalar. You worry more than my old Nan. I would ask for your silence, but I require your advisement."

The transport landed at the destroyed Command Center of the Galactic Republic.

"We're here."

They landed, and Mand'alor Ra unbuckled his seatbelt and proceeded towards to docking ramp.

 

[Caspian Rekali]

Roche
[member="Ra Vizsla"] [member="Draco Vereen"]
Posts: 1

While they headed to the ruins of the command center of Nickel One Caspian stayed quiet. In the presence of two elder mandalorians there was a certain courtesy someone like him had to follow. While he had earned his place and was a veteran of battles already, he was still young and had a lot to learn. The Young Warlock was educated by his grandfather to be respectful of his elders and especially how to act around a Mand'alor. It almost seemed surreal that he was sitting next to two of the greatest mandalorians of the modern era, the Iron Wolf and the Dragon.

It was a blessing as a matter of fact for Caspian to work with these two, he could pick up a few things along the way and receive some of the good advice that helped these two get to where they were today. "Out of all the crusades of the past this one is different, Mand'alor everyone can feel it. The galaxy is fractured and divided by factions of slightly differing philosophies and bad blood that drives a wedge between them. They are at each others throats while we stand united and stronger than we have been in years, I believe historians will speak fondly of the Iron Wolfs mark on the galaxy." Caspian said. The Young Warlock stood tall among his fellow compatriots armored up his armor decked out in vahla, dathomiri, mando'a symbols.

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Location: Azure
Post: 7/38
Allies: Mandalorian Clans, [member="Ayriss Kelish"]
Enemies: N/A
Objective: Find Siri Tachi's body

Hmm... the Galactic Registry of Deceased Lightsaber Owners. Started in the wake of the Great Purge of 19 BBY, that is, at the end of the Clone Wars, it is the most comprehensive list of past lightsaber owners in existence. Cathul knew that, to search through the Registry, a place of death would be often welcome as well as any information about the lightsaber, if found. The bones wouldn't be too terribly relevant; all that the Galactic Registry said was whether the deceased was a human/Near-Human, with the option of controlling for whether the deceased died with or without cybernetics. Also a picture of the deceased's lightsaber would probably help, too. The HoloNet transceiver inside the ship was capable of taking images in a pinch but it was nothing as compared to what journalists or researchers used. With the bones safely stowed aft of the ship, but the resulting lightsaber still holstered...

"Now what?" M-6PO asked.

"Please input known information about the deceased and its lightsaber" the ship's computer asked, upon loading the registry's interface.

"The deceased had a purple-bladed lightsaber, was killed on Azure and was buried in a Dwartii coffin six feet under"

"One entry matching data: Siri Tachi"

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Roche, Nickel One
[member="Ra Vizsla"] | [member="Caspian Rekali"]
[Post 7]

Draco smiled. He understood what his Mand'alor meant, and he knew that he was understood as well. Ra was an intelligent creature, or he would not have survived long. They said the strong were made for war, but without wits and intelligence, the strong died early in real war. "Well, it comes with being a new father. Worry is one of the costs of a conscience." Draco said, humor in his voice. He didn't always have a conscience, and he didn't always worry, but this was still new to him. He was still worried about how he would be as a husband, as a father, and as a warlord. He was about to be all three, and it scared him.

Despite being able to use the Force, Draco understood it very little, or had. He was learning slowly about the Force, how it worked, why it acted certain ways, what it did. To him, it was a power source, a weapon with few equals, but for every weapon, there was a counter, and the Force was no different. It just required more learning, more thought, more philosophy than other weapons and power sources. It was like gaining a sixth sense, one needed to train it in order to use it properly, but no one, at least no Mandalorian, should rely on it. Witches, shamans, mystics. They were all of the same breed, so long as they called Mandalore their home, Mandalorians their family, and Mand'alor their ruler, they were good in Draco's book.

The Mandalorian nodded to the younger Rekali accompanying them. "Times are changing indeed. We will see where we end up, but I am proud of how far we have come. I will have a great deal more pride however, when we are done and can rest."

 

[Ra Vizsla]

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Ra regarded Caspian, who had thus far been silent, with a grunt. The grim face of Mand'alor stood before the wreckage of the Command Center, peering over it. His brow furrowed at the sight of one of the larger hull pieces, but other than a very serious and very demonstrative expression, Ra again gave no signs of empathy or emotion. No, Ra stood before the wreckage and merely observed, crossing his arms across his massive chest. His mind turned to thoughts of the Galactic Republic, of who they were and why they would have stooped so low to have done this to the Clans. Were they not allies of the past? Had they not helped the Republic defend its borders against the Sith, time and time again? Had they not sought to reconcile their differences?

What could drive a man to think an act like this would not go unpunished?

Ra's eyes narrowed at the sign of the Galactic Republic's insignia on one of the torn hulls among the wreckage. He saw it, clear as day. For the most part, he hid his emotions.

There was not much else to see here. Mand'alor turned to one of the guards accompanying them.

"Ensure this wreckage is removed and disposed of."

He began walking past Shukalar Draco and the younger Rekali.

"Done?"

Ra asked, addressing Shukalar. He stepped onto the transport, taking a seat, looking straight ahead.

"We've barely just begun."

 

[Lok Xiangu]

Location: Velmor
People: [member="Briika Tor"], [member="3X744"]
Post count: 4/25

"Ah, okay," the youngster said as things were making clear and understandable to him, "a clone. I should've known, but that's pretty cool...I think. Who were you cloned from." He didn't discriminate or disrespect Three when it was known that he was artificially created and not organically born. It's not like every Mandalorian was completely normal and perfect. The Mandalorians were, after all, a culture that was diversed from many races and species all united under one and only one banner. While being a clone was awesome, the Munin boy was hoping that Three was cloned from the Fett genome. That'd be more awesome that if he was talking to a clone from the DNA of a notable Mandalorian.

Lok's more than possible, future stepmom appreciated the Munin for holding down the fort and supervising the young Cadets of his clan. Not only did this mean he was relieved from duty, but he could now consume his spice away from the campers so that no one would notice his spice addiction. Especially Bree now that his dad and the blonde were seeing and developing a romantic relationship with each other. If Vilaz knew that his son was consuming spice, then Lok was gonna race for the mountains to avoid the punishment from his dad.

"Hey, I'll be right back in ten minutes. I'm gonna do some exploring and scouting if my own," the Munin boy said to the battle medic and went off into the wilderness so that he could consume his spice in private.

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

"How Do You Say "S'mores" in Mando'a?" | Post 5 of 30​

[member="Lok Munin"] | [member="Briika Tor"]​

THE PLANET
V E L M O R
TOL VERMOC MOUNTAINS

"Who were you cloned from?"

The boy perked up at that question. "He was a Mandalore... I think," the child remarked. Proud at first, but a little uncertain of the latter part of that statement. "His name was Jango Fett."

The older boy got up and excused himself to go scouting in the woods, leaving the small Mandalorian clone with the nice, blonde haired lady who'd been speaking the funny stuff earlier. Looking over at the woman, the child offered the lady a smile as he answered, "I'm Three."

Then, unable to stop himself from giggling as he delivered the punch line, the child gestured toward the BB unit and uttered, "That's Four!"

That joke never got old.

...unless you where the caregiver who had to hear it nine or ten times over.

For his part, the droid gave a flat bleep followed by a short chirp to indicate its own frustration at the joke, the delivery, or a combination thereof.

But, at least now Three knew what the funny sounding stuff was about. "Is... is it called Mando'a because... because, like, all Mando's speak it?" the child asked, genuinely curious. Was it like a secret language?

What would that even be like? A secret language, that is.

Gang signs for your tongue?

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Location: Azure
Post: 8/38
Allies: Mandalorian Clans, [member="Ayriss Kelish"]
Enemies: N/A
Objective: Find Siri Tachi's body

Now that Cathul had the confirmation that the lightsaber she found back on Azure was the lightsaber of Siri Tachi, she could now disassemble it to inspect its components. She senses that the battery was almost empty: she needed a new one. But everything else was otherwise in good condition, presumably protected by the Dwartii coffin encasing the deceased Jedi knight. But she still never knew who the other Force-presence on the planet was. One would think that the Force-presence would actually be a nuisance; a potential apprentice could be had but at a cost. As a Witch, lightsabers were still well within her limits, even with the beskar'gam on, but now she had all the components cleaned. With soil in it, it's understanbable that its function may not be optimal. It's also that, because of an owner change, it may be good for the new owner to fully embrace the link its new owner will have to this lightsaber.

"I hope that you know what you're doing, witch doctor"

"What are you doing, M-6PO? You're interrupting my meditation!"

"Meditation? To what end?"

"To re-tune this lightsaber to my standard!"

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Location: Cartao
Allies: [member="Marcus Lok"], [member="Dango Fess"], and [member="Bendak Orden"]
Post count: 5/25

As the rest of the Mandalorians went to worlds neighboring Roche such as Azure, Velmor, Khorm, and other systems the Cuir Rekr had his sights on Cartao. Scouts had come with intel that there was a cloning facility on the planet and other information regarding of Cartao that didn't really interest him. He remembered the last time he entered a cloning facility was on an unknown moon in old Fringe territory that hosted a facility once used and occupied by a remarkable and famous alchemist called Rave Merrill. Vilaz remembered the dangers that lurked within that facility. Droids and Sithspawns roamed the corridors and hallways of the facility and preyed on intruders that stepped afoot in it. He was taking precautions on this cloning facility as there could be vile and sinister experiments that no one really knew about.

With him was a task force with a majority of it being warriors from his clan and was diversed with other Mandalorians that belonged to different clans. Dropships began to descend from the skies and headed down to the landing zone of the facility. The Munin had notified the director that was in charge of the facility that he and a force of Mandalorians would arrive to their doorsteps.

As the Alor of Clan Munin waited for his dropship to land on the docking platform of the cloning facility, he began to thought about both Lok and Bree, but mostly on Bree. He hoped that his adoptive son wasn't causing any trouble for the battle medic and wondered if the two were bonding so that they wouldn't be awkward with each other since things were progressing between the Munin and the Tor. Giving thoughts about his son and his romantic interest, he put his mind back on the task at hand and that was to see if these scientists were doing things that were completely legal...in Vilaz's book.

 

[Briika Munin]

Velmor; Tol Velmoc Mountains
Camping with Munin Clan cadets
[member="Lok Munin"] [member="3X744"]
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"Alright, Lok.. Be mindful out there," Bree called over her shoulder to Vilaz's adopted son, who in time could very well become her step-son… That thought both excited, and frightened the twice married, mother of two, grandmother of one to be honest. Starting all over again, possibly giving the Cuir Rekr a biological son or daughter of his own, well the baar'ur didn't know if she was up to that again. Though, if her feelings continued to grow the way they were for the rugged Concordian, Briika would be more than happy to do that for him, for them, to cement something special to share for all time.

Briika watched the teenage Munin for a moment as he walked away in somewhat of a hurry, then turned her attention back to the younger boy. "Three and Four… I like. You can call me Bree then," the blonde medic smiled, then she put the cleaned berries off to the side to make a sauce for their meal later.

"Well I guess you could say that," Bree chuckled softly as her knife was pulled from a boot sheath and one of the rabbits grabbed.

"Mandalorians speak Mando'a as it is part of the six actions or tenets of the Mando life, which is called the Resol'nare. So we speak the language, wear the armor." She pointed to what she was wearing. "Beskar'gam… We defend oneself and family, raise our children as Mandalorians, contribute to the clan's welfare, ours being Clan Munin, and always respond to Mand'alor's rallying call. He is our sole ruler."

Briika was skilled with a sharp edge being a seasoned battle medic and good cook so in no time did she have to first rabbit ready to be be roasted in the fire pit. "Did that help to explain things a bit better for you, Three?"

With that said, the golden blonde took a quick glance over her shoulder once again with her keen azure eyes to see where Lok might be. I wonder what's taking him so long…

 

[Davon Karr]

[member="Mia Monroe"] [member="Maanis Vizsla"]

Below the oceans of Cartoa

Davon brought up one hand to halt to small group. Nothing came up on his sensors, but for every advancement in the sensors a mandalorian carried in his suit came an advancement in countermeasures. He didn't believe in gut instinct, or the guidance of the Force. But he'd been in a lot of wars, knew that sometimes he noticed things subconsciously.

Hazy tendrils of light snaked through the deep oceans on a curved window that ran down the length of this corridor. Couldn't even risk a low powered concussion shot. His thumb clicked the range.

Movement ahead. Enough for him. Just a lazy beam of light catching the corner of a helm. He fired a grenade. It detonated at the end of the corridor where several others met in a junction. The air burst of cryoban flashed bright blue. He'd almost been too late. The first two mandalorians had stepped out into the corridor to ambush them were now frozen statues.

"Go!" Davon called. There were more around them, tightening the noose of the ambush.

 

[Lok Xiangu]

Location: Velmor
People: [member="Briika Tor"], [member="3X744"]
Post count: 6/25

Where was Lok exactly? Meters and meters away from the camp site as he didn't want any of them catch him smoking his spice and tell his adopted father of Lok's drug habit. Was he ashamed of this? Kind of, but every time when he consumed it, it gave him a nice, soothing feeling along with the other symptoms of the spice and that was something he enjoyed and couldn't resist on not having it. Now these weren't death sticks that he was smoking. He was dumb, but he wasn't that dumb to shorten his lifespan just because he smoked those illegal drugs. No, the spice he always consumed was organic and gave him all the symptoms of hallucegenic drugs.

Knowing he was at a safe distance away from the camp, the youngster pulled out a joint of spice from his utility belt which his dealer called "Alderaani Noble". It was a new product and the Munin was eager to try it. Pulling out the lighter from his utility belt the boy began to consume the chemicals once it was lit.

"Oh, that hit the jackpot," the Pirate said as he complimented the taste of the spice.

Few puffs later he was getting high which could be noted by him laughing, saying stupid things, and just hallucinating things that weren't really there. An example would be him thinking he was seeing a rainbow in the sky of Velmor with a huge variety of colors.

"Pretty rainbow," and laughed at his one comment.

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Location: Azure
Post: 9/38
Allies: Mandalorian Clans, [member="Ayriss Kelish"], [member="Lyth Meran"]
Enemies: N/A
Objective: Find Siri Tachi's body

After disassembling Siri's lightsaber for maintenance, she realized that Siri's lightsaber was pretty vanilla in the end: rubberized durasteel, bifurcating cylical ignition pulse, 2 hurrikaine crystals, but nothing special in these hurrikaine crystals. The meditation is mostly about the crystals when a lightsaber changes owners: second-hand lightsabers that weren't properly re-tuned in the Force tended to be temperamental. Cathul was a little imprudent with her lightsaber components but she was to re-assemble the lightsaber; that one was a tricky process even though the power pack of the lightsaber was pretty vanilla, too. Now that Cathul became increasingly greedy, perhaps due to the exposure to the dark side of the Force, or increasingly power-hungry, she feels as if that relic of a lightsaber would be her first symbol on that quest for power or for greed. But now that her meditation was over...

"The lightsaber has been properly re-tuned"

"Thank the maker"

"Now I should perhaps test whether the bifurcating cyclic ignition pulse actually works - the beach is nearby"

"Roger, roger"

 

[Ra Vizsla]

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Mand'alor made sure to buckle his seatbelt yet again. He looked up at the top of the cabin of the transport. It showed several signs of various lettering, written in Mand'oa.

One of them was an instruction on how to bucklet your seatbelt. Even Ra did it.

It was the safest thing to do, and people shouldn't ignore safety.

He turned his head back towards Draco and Caspian, wondering why they were holding him up for the longest time. Ra wished to get this transport moving, to move on either to the next planet or the next place of introduction and advisement that Shukalar wished to share with the Mand'alor. He valued these lessons, these lessons of their history that had been missed in the Iron Wolf's absence. He knew they were integral to how the Mandalorians had worked in the past, integral to how the Alor Council had become so... misplaced. But he didn't realize that there was just so much tragedy before he came here and saw it himself.

And he hadn't understood the depths of the betrayal that the Republic had partaken in at the cost of peace with the Clans.

They would soon be made to understand, though.

Ra rapped his knuckles against the metal, signalling to the pilot that they were almost ready to go.