S H A D E
The Warmaster was...shaken.
The holodisk in his dominant hand slowly went silent. The azure projection it once bore now gone, leaving only the silence of Mandalore's afternoon in its wake. For Jonah, the conversation that took place should have been routine. In fact, it was one of the first times in recent memory that he had felt truly heard regarding his hardline opinions. But what came as a result of that conversation? What Jonah had been asked to do? It...It didn't sound like his brother was on the other line.
That wasn't to say that Aether had been compromised by any means. But the man was changing. Growing up, Aether had been the gentlest soul among his siblings. He wanted to be a strong Mandalorian to make his father proud and to bring honor to their family. But he wasn't the sort to revel or seek out blood. Hell, he was just as likely to talk through an ordeal than let it go to violence. That much had been reflected in how his Empire had been run thus far. He was a patient ruler. He didn't immediately jump to raids and invasions.
And that is why this request didn't sit right with Jonah. It was so different that it worried him. It worried him so much that he wasn't truly present, despite where he sat. The Warmaster was seated at a cafe, in a quiet corner overlooking Sundari proper. Beneath him, the hum of airspeeders filled the air - but even that he couldn't truly hear. He had come here to wait for a friend...wasthateventherightword...so that they could finally spend some time together.
And now? He didn't even look at the menu, let alone notice when she had came into view. Right now, his mind was on what the hell was happening to his little brother. And if there was anything he could do to stop it.
