Arrbi Betna
Marauder
Voss.
A blue and brown and green orb floating in the blackness of space. A brilliant gem of a planet, tucked away far from the front lines of the Primeval and the One Sith. It was supposedly a place of learning and a place of the Force, a place where Jedi met and discussed and trained. From what he'd seen, they often did away with the problems inherent of the Republic in their own government and instead went with what worked.
Betna could respect that, just as he could respect a place dedicated to more than just sitting in a circle and engaging in group humming. He'd seen that with the Republic more often than not. He could understand that some sought peace and tranquility over the fires of war and battle, but ultimately could do nothing but gaze at it strangely; as if it were an odd anomaly in a system scan or perhaps a strangely grown fruit pulled from a tree. For Betna, peace was an odd thing, though a highly prized item. It meant a time of possible prosperity and growth, free of fire and blood. It meant the need for farmers and artisans and intellectuals and a time for weapons rest, edges untouched by blood and muzzles cleaned of charring and soot. However, Betna knew such times were temporary. To enjoy peace, Mandalorians trained for war and, in war, one often needed allies.
While the Mandalorians were some of the greatest warriors in the galaxy, even the most powerful sometimes needed aid, be it a logistics chain across the stars or another warrior standing shoulder to shoulder on the battlefield. In the Silver Sanctum, Betna and the Mandalorians believed to have found a bit of both. At the best, they would gladly offer aid to the Mandalorians and see that aid returned, at worst the Mandalorian people would know that no Jedi would invade from the Galactic East just as the Coalition would see no raiding or war parties in their territory.
As the shuttle descended towards the planet, Betna commed to let the comm center to inform them of the Mandalorian presence. Once done, he shifted in the pilot's seat and called back into the passenger compartment.
"Five minutes," he said, holding up five fingers. Though the interior of the ship was loud, he spoke normally, his helmet comms relaying the information to his companions' helmets easily.
Other factions and groups often sent diplomats and ambassadors to other planets flown there by skilled pilots and guarded by veteran soldiers. For the Mandos, they sent veteran warriors and, at least for Betna, this veteran warrior preferred to fly himself places most times.
[member="Valiens Nantaris"] [member="Coci Heavenshield"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Anija Betna"] [member="Anastasia Rade"]
A blue and brown and green orb floating in the blackness of space. A brilliant gem of a planet, tucked away far from the front lines of the Primeval and the One Sith. It was supposedly a place of learning and a place of the Force, a place where Jedi met and discussed and trained. From what he'd seen, they often did away with the problems inherent of the Republic in their own government and instead went with what worked.
Betna could respect that, just as he could respect a place dedicated to more than just sitting in a circle and engaging in group humming. He'd seen that with the Republic more often than not. He could understand that some sought peace and tranquility over the fires of war and battle, but ultimately could do nothing but gaze at it strangely; as if it were an odd anomaly in a system scan or perhaps a strangely grown fruit pulled from a tree. For Betna, peace was an odd thing, though a highly prized item. It meant a time of possible prosperity and growth, free of fire and blood. It meant the need for farmers and artisans and intellectuals and a time for weapons rest, edges untouched by blood and muzzles cleaned of charring and soot. However, Betna knew such times were temporary. To enjoy peace, Mandalorians trained for war and, in war, one often needed allies.
While the Mandalorians were some of the greatest warriors in the galaxy, even the most powerful sometimes needed aid, be it a logistics chain across the stars or another warrior standing shoulder to shoulder on the battlefield. In the Silver Sanctum, Betna and the Mandalorians believed to have found a bit of both. At the best, they would gladly offer aid to the Mandalorians and see that aid returned, at worst the Mandalorian people would know that no Jedi would invade from the Galactic East just as the Coalition would see no raiding or war parties in their territory.
As the shuttle descended towards the planet, Betna commed to let the comm center to inform them of the Mandalorian presence. Once done, he shifted in the pilot's seat and called back into the passenger compartment.
"Five minutes," he said, holding up five fingers. Though the interior of the ship was loud, he spoke normally, his helmet comms relaying the information to his companions' helmets easily.
Other factions and groups often sent diplomats and ambassadors to other planets flown there by skilled pilots and guarded by veteran soldiers. For the Mandos, they sent veteran warriors and, at least for Betna, this veteran warrior preferred to fly himself places most times.
[member="Valiens Nantaris"] [member="Coci Heavenshield"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Anija Betna"] [member="Anastasia Rade"]
