The Basilisk
Dragons of the Stormbound Sky
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Dreams were coming to Adonis in waves. Some prophetic, some mundane, but all heavier since Onderon. It was hard to put a finger on the pulse of it, but Adonis knew he was on the right path, part of his destiny. Ever since joining the Mandalorians, things had started falling into place. He had learned much about the Manda that connects all living things, about right and wrong, and most of all, how to protect the smallest of his people.
One dream took him back to Onderon. The same mechanical beast as before, its maw open and swallowing Mandalorian warriors. Only he and Athena stood in its way. She had been pivotal in taking down the first menace, and even in the dream she was there. When the Knight awoke, sweat dipping from his brow and breath quick, he felt at peace. He knew exactly what needed to be done, and exactly who to reach out to.
Adonis had meant to contact her sooner. He had forged a shield for her from the beskar salvaged from the walker they had downed together. With the help of the Forgemaster, he had created two items for them, together able to strike foes down in arcs of lightning, apart still formidable. The Manda had aligned their paths again.
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Athena,
Meet me on Onderon. I have something for you, and we both have unfinished business. Bring Miit'alor, I've got her a present too.
-Adonis
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Adonis found himself back in Kalavar Ridge, the same hallowed ground he had touched the last time on Onderon. It looked different now. The scars of battle were everywhere, but so were new chimneys with smoke curling into the sky, and storefronts selling wares. The Mandalorians had moved quickly to restore security. Aether was a great leader and would not let his people go without.
Even the storms seemed tamed. Where once lightning veined the sky every few seconds, now there was only the steady grumble of distant thunder, a reminder that things weren't perfect, but Onderon had a fighting chance.
He sat tall on the back of a Fambaa, carrying not only his armor and gear, but also the gift for Athena, wrapped in ancient, heavy Vaalian fabric to keep it from the elements and preserve the surprise. The beast also bore the gift for Miit'alor. Adonis had met the beautiful creature a couple of times, but this would be the first time he hoped to ride her. The gift was fit for something as powerful and wise as she—more than simply offering her the Fambaa beneath him, though if she wanted that too, he wouldn't say no.
He had woven together a kind of bevor for Miit'alor, a covering for the dragon's sensitive neck. Not knowing her exact dimensions, he had made it adjustable. The plates were pressed and dried from the fibers of the Bulwark Bloom, forming a protective barrier. It wouldn't last forever, likely only good for one hard strike, but its true purpose was ceremonial.
As he entered the clearing, he saw the grave in the same condition as when he had last been here. There was still work to be done. Once the two of them destroyed what remained of the Stormguard, Adonis wanted to create a new memorial, one that honored those who had died in the past and those lost protecting that honor now. For the moment, he soaked in the history and the residual essence of the Manda that seemed to drift in the air like a heatwave.
He dismounted from the Fambaa, readying the gifts and equipment from its back. A familiar presence touched his senses through the Force, followed by the faint flapping of wings, hopefully signaling Athena's arrival. Together, they would make something meaningful from all the pain Onderon had endured.
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Athena Faar
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Athena Faar