Private Old Scars

[Jonyna Si]

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The Protectors. That was a name that rung through the heads of many Cathar native to their home planet. A name that held a bit of hypocrisy within the language of the Cathar. No one was there to protect them when the Mandalorian Crusaders burned their home to the ground.

But that was centuries ago. A remnant of generational scars that only seemed to fade more and more. Still, they were visible. With every successive occupation of Cathar, the people grew weary. Who were the Protectors? What did they stand for?

They turned to one person to find out. The Sage. A woman, who by her own admission, didn't ask for the job. She was a jedi, and one who bore the responsibility of the sage. While she held no tribal rank, she did hold a cultural rank. Now she sat at the edge of a starport in the middle of the night, looking and watch the incoming ships. Mia Monroe had promised her a visit, and Jonyna had a plan.

 

[Mia Monroe]

Clouds whipped across the hull as she descended through Cathar's atmosphere, the small shuttle rattled slightly and she eased off the throttle, angling towards the starport beneath a black glittering sky. Cathar had fallen within their borders simply by chance, but she knew the history these people had, and if she could do anything to assure them they were not their predecessors then she would.

Even if it meant another meeting with a Jedi.

Still, Mia was a master at concealing the darkness within, stepping into it only when the need called for it, and if she slipped? Well she'd have to send Arla or Drego instead. Perhaps they would have a better shot.

Pistons hissed as the ship settled in the landing bay, flicking the controls and setting the shuttle into an idle state she collected her buy'ce clipping it to her belt as she descended the landing ramp to find and greet her host.

Jonyna Si

 

[Jonyna Si]

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The immediate response from most in the area was fear. The sight of a Mandalorian, even after generations, invoked the primal response built from generational trauma.

All except Jonyna. The woman stood firm, walking up to Mia Monroe and offering a handshake. "You must be Mia Monroe. Glad to finally meet you. Jonyna Si, Sage of the Denik."

 

[Mia Monroe]

Mia took to offered hand and shook it with a tight smile, noting the tension and fear in the surrounding people. Mia couldn't blame them, their history with mandalorians was a bloody one.

"A pleasure Jonyna, thank you for your invitation. I'm hoping we can find a way to move forward from our past."

Jonyna Si

 

[Jonyna Si]

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"That is the hope, yes." Jonyna said with a more neutral tone. She knew the people of this tree wouldn't be kind to Mia. Cathar had bounced between horrid empires in it's history. The Mandalorian Empire, the One Sith, the New Imperial Order. Now the Protectors laid claim to it, and the people of the planet, of Ran Dom Kuun, lay in wait to see what came next. Would they hide once more? Flee to the stars again?

Jonyna couldn't let that happen. She wouldn't. With the Dark Empire so close, she needed to secure a sign that the Protectors wouldn't simply use Cathar as a buffer state.

"Follow me." Jonyna offered. "There is a place I wish to confer, away from the prying eyes. I take it you brought a jetpack, or...are you a decent climber?"

Tag: Mia Monroe