Nevira
Character
Nevira admittedly didn’t know much about Mandalorian culture, but the little she had learned about had not prepared her for this.
It was one thing to hear about it through the holonet, but to see it with your own eyes was another entirely. A massive floating citadel, carrying a city-sized forge upon a hyperspace engine. It was a feat of engineering that dwarfed the scale of anything Nevira had seen, in her studies or otherwise. She had never known the warrior culture to also be such masters of station building, but then again, she had removed herself from the galaxy for quite some time. At this point, there should have been little that could have surprised the corrupted pantoran, but the floating citadel hadn’t been the first one she experienced this day. Upon encountering and killing an individual with an exceptionally rare weapon some time earlier, Nevira had studied its contents almost obsessively. It wouldn’t take her long to find the weaponcrafter’s mark upon its side, and from there it was just a short search to discover the source. What Nevira learned caused her to raise an eyebrow in confusion. Not only had it come from the Mandalorians, but the forge master in particular looked very familiar. From the data she could pull, this “Warpriest Prime” shared a striking resemblance to a unique lifeform Nevira had encountered on Pelagon. Most of the visuals the girl could find showed this Mandalorian warlord masked and bloody, but the profile and shape of her form was unmistakable. Either this figure was part of the same very rare species, or Nevira’s “classmate” just happened to be the Primarch of Mandalore. Either way, the pantoran had more than one reason for visiting the Iron Citadel now.
Nevira faded into the crowded streets of the station as best she could, though it was obvious she wasn’t exactly Mandalorian. Not that it mattered much, as the citadel appeared to be a beacon to other groups as well, meant to signal the strength of the warrior people. To that end, they had little problem with outsiders coming to bask in the glory of their station. Nevira would do just that. Her meticulous mind demanded she find the secrets these warriors held. Find out how they created weapons as advanced as they had, and how said technology would react to her Sith magics. Just thinking about the possibilities made the woman giddy. Even if she couldn’t learn what she wanted today, the very knowledge that this kind of technology even existed in the first place was enough to invigorate her.
The black-veiled pantoran would eventually take the less scenic routes, intentionally getting lost in the vastness of the station. She reached out with force and listened to every click and whirr of the advanced machinery, feeling the deep, colossal hum of the station’s engines, and hearing the thousands of voices mingling with one another. She stopped herself on a lonely walkway overlooking a crowded thoroughfare, almost falling into a meditative state while trying to discern the station’s tech with the flow of the force.
Warpriest Prime
It was one thing to hear about it through the holonet, but to see it with your own eyes was another entirely. A massive floating citadel, carrying a city-sized forge upon a hyperspace engine. It was a feat of engineering that dwarfed the scale of anything Nevira had seen, in her studies or otherwise. She had never known the warrior culture to also be such masters of station building, but then again, she had removed herself from the galaxy for quite some time. At this point, there should have been little that could have surprised the corrupted pantoran, but the floating citadel hadn’t been the first one she experienced this day. Upon encountering and killing an individual with an exceptionally rare weapon some time earlier, Nevira had studied its contents almost obsessively. It wouldn’t take her long to find the weaponcrafter’s mark upon its side, and from there it was just a short search to discover the source. What Nevira learned caused her to raise an eyebrow in confusion. Not only had it come from the Mandalorians, but the forge master in particular looked very familiar. From the data she could pull, this “Warpriest Prime” shared a striking resemblance to a unique lifeform Nevira had encountered on Pelagon. Most of the visuals the girl could find showed this Mandalorian warlord masked and bloody, but the profile and shape of her form was unmistakable. Either this figure was part of the same very rare species, or Nevira’s “classmate” just happened to be the Primarch of Mandalore. Either way, the pantoran had more than one reason for visiting the Iron Citadel now.
Nevira faded into the crowded streets of the station as best she could, though it was obvious she wasn’t exactly Mandalorian. Not that it mattered much, as the citadel appeared to be a beacon to other groups as well, meant to signal the strength of the warrior people. To that end, they had little problem with outsiders coming to bask in the glory of their station. Nevira would do just that. Her meticulous mind demanded she find the secrets these warriors held. Find out how they created weapons as advanced as they had, and how said technology would react to her Sith magics. Just thinking about the possibilities made the woman giddy. Even if she couldn’t learn what she wanted today, the very knowledge that this kind of technology even existed in the first place was enough to invigorate her.
The black-veiled pantoran would eventually take the less scenic routes, intentionally getting lost in the vastness of the station. She reached out with force and listened to every click and whirr of the advanced machinery, feeling the deep, colossal hum of the station’s engines, and hearing the thousands of voices mingling with one another. She stopped herself on a lonely walkway overlooking a crowded thoroughfare, almost falling into a meditative state while trying to discern the station’s tech with the flow of the force.
Warpriest Prime