The Iron Father
The armor sat bare metal and glowing as he waited in the fortress of Vametaye, the ancient Temple-Keep Ijaat had long ago restored. His ruus'alor Jhira Mereel would likely question why this wasn't done on Gardius, but she would understand when the others arrived. For now, he sat with a sprayer in hand, slowly painting over the bare metal. Olive drab green was the primary color going onto the helmet, with white cheeks, a blue brow/visor frame, and jaaig eyes in crimson red, with a fanciful center that was the ancient symbol of the Mandalorian Royal Guard, better known as the Mandalorian Protectors. In many centuries they had been many things, and if Ijaat had his way, this meeting would see them revived, but likely changed.
The Protectors, unlike many Mandalorian institutions though, were less of a dictatorship than others. And rarely followed the ebb and flow of politics. They were originally guardians of the Manda'lor, and in more recent times had become guardians of knowledge and relics of the Mando'ade. From ancient fighting techniques and systems like the Rising Phoenix and beskad techniques to ancient mythosaur bone axes and even the rare bevii'ragir hunting spear. These were now considered, or were considered, the domain of the Protectors.
Sadly, Ijaat was the only member of that order that survived to this day, and in his age, that wouldn't be much longer on the surviving part. So he had sent out a broadwave to many characters and associates he had met in his travel, who might be ones he would either prefer to see by his side, or had wisdom he wished to impart. Those like Koda Fett or Kade Kol-Rekali or others had been invited, but been told that they were specifically requested to help impart their skills and life stories, he doubted the Codex of Honor they would hammer out for the Protectors would resonate with these men, but their stories and methods were important.
Others, like Jhira and Kranak Vizsla or even Runi Kuryida , he could potentially see as being allies or members. And others still he had on recommendations of friends and associates as likely candidates. So he waited in a long hall with an ovular table that ran the length of it. The meeting hall and armory for Vametaye. Alcoves set in the alabaster walls held suits of armor and weapons from mainly the Mandalorian culture, but in whole from the Galaxy over. Even a display case of Jedi and Sith lightsabers. A fossilized but intact mythosaur egg, painted and 'gilded' in beskar, sat in the center of the table, and Ijaat sat at the 'head' working on adding the colors of the Order to his gear.
Even if it was only him, someone needed to remind the Mandalorians of their past so that the future could be as it should be.
This is an interest check thread for a Minor Faction, which will operate as a home to various Mandos regardless of home faction (though Death's Hand might be awkward, you Mawdalorians! If you write a Mandalorian, or a character you want to become one, feel free to drop in and add your voice here. After this thread, if there is any interest, I'll be running DM'd threads similar to the old Treasure Hunt and Pilgrim threads for learning techniques and acquiring Mandalorian canon relics and just cool Mando doo-dads. Discord invite is here and Faction page here. Oya!
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