Stepping onto the bridge, flanked by the two guards of the Mand'alor, Emberli stood out almost immediately with his curiously distinct armor. Around him the crew stations were bustling with activity as they sought to coordinate the fleet and ground attacks while the Sole Ruler himself stood near the viewports, looking to the planet he sought to make his own.
Slowly shaking his head, Em leaves the paired guards behind and walks over to the man calling himself the 'Rebuilder'. "Mand'alor.", he says flatly.
The figure turns, revealing that the Mask of Mandalore rests upon his face. Emberli narrows his eyes slowly, although he keeps his hood up for the moment. "You must be the one called 'Bear'. It was you who sought to stop this offensive, no?"
"The bombardment, yes. There's nowhere near enough rakghouls down there to warrant it. You've just pulled a Cathar all over again."
Scoffing, the Rebuilder shakes his head. "Well, I can say you're wasting your time - it's too late now." Naturally, in return, Emberli simply shook his head. "Not too late for what I have planned." Lowering his hood, Emberli reveals the two engraved Mandalorian symbols atop the mask that made up the front of his helmet.
Already, the Rebuilder's body was tense. "You... you have a fake!", he nearly roars.
"No, Rebuilder. It is you who is the fake. I challenge you for your title - in this matter, let none interfere."
The bridge went quiet as the two started to square off and stations were left as a duel circle was made out of the crewmembers. No sooner had the circle been completed, than the pair began to fight.
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