Alkor Centaris
Son of Liberty
Keldabe was the former capital of Mandalore, and despite the destruction that once tore it asunder and left the land barren it stood once more. Seated near a large fire on the outskirts, Alkor fidgeted with his hammer and let his fingers run across the pock marked metal. There were those among the Mando'ade with skill and imagination enough to arm them for a generation, yet bringing them together and putting them to work for the cause was another problem entirely.
This party he'd put together was in part a celebration of Mandalorian ingenuity, and in many ways an attempt at recruitment. Wars were erupting across the Galaxy, which meant no small amount of income for those who worked as mercenaries and bounty hunters. It also meant great danger to them, if they went into battle underprepared. Alkor aimed to prevent that from ever happening.
To that end, they needed weapons, tools, armor- anything that they could conjure in order to give their people an edge.
He had ideas certainly, but there were many other Mandos who might be timid about sharing theirs. There were those who struggled to transmute idea into substance. All manner of problems assailed them.
The warmth felt good on his flesh as he lowered the hammer and let out a sigh. He could see the stars- something he often took for granted as he sailed among them. It was the perfect scene for an industrial boom.
Alkor took a sip of his ale, and waited to see who else showed up.
This party he'd put together was in part a celebration of Mandalorian ingenuity, and in many ways an attempt at recruitment. Wars were erupting across the Galaxy, which meant no small amount of income for those who worked as mercenaries and bounty hunters. It also meant great danger to them, if they went into battle underprepared. Alkor aimed to prevent that from ever happening.
To that end, they needed weapons, tools, armor- anything that they could conjure in order to give their people an edge.
He had ideas certainly, but there were many other Mandos who might be timid about sharing theirs. There were those who struggled to transmute idea into substance. All manner of problems assailed them.
The warmth felt good on his flesh as he lowered the hammer and let out a sigh. He could see the stars- something he often took for granted as he sailed among them. It was the perfect scene for an industrial boom.
Alkor took a sip of his ale, and waited to see who else showed up.
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