Sylor
Strength
"How was the trip?"
Sylor smirked beneath his helmet, the voice modulator crackling to life as he answered.
"Constructive. Invaluable. Worthy."
He gave the slightest inclination of his head toward his fellow Iron Wolf before uploading the information his team had gathered. The finer details could be delivered in person to the Mand'alor. Artorius had only recently returned from Argovia, a marsh-covered world he had been tasked with scouting. Databases, sensor arrays, mining facilities, and supporting infrastructure remained fully operational. His team had run extensive diagnostics across every major installation, and the results were encouraging. Everything was functioning within expected parameters. The transition would be smooth and efficient.
More importantly, the planet's rich deposits of valuable ore would prove indispensable to the Empire's cause.
The mission had not been limited to diagnostics alone. Logistics, diplomacy, and community outreach had proven just as important. Sylor spent time among the people, answering questions where he could and listening where words became truth. He showed them that the Mandalorian way was not merely a creed to follow, but a strength that could stand beside them. A path built upon unity, purpose, and mutual support. He spoke with workers and settlers alike. To the children, he told stories of Mandalorian bravery, resilience, and unbreakable will. Tales of warriors who faced impossible odds and endured. There were tales that were meant to inspire, and they did. And to that end, Sylor couldn't be any happier.
The massive double doors parted with a mechanical hiss. Boots struck steel flooring as Sylor entered the chamber. His footsteps echoed softly through the hall as his gaze settled upon Aether seated before him.
"You cut the image of a conqueror." His words emerged distorted through the voice modulator. "Old friend..." A faint chuckle escaped him. He lowered his head respectfully before dropping to one knee. "It's good to see you."
