Sundari Rising

[Malok]

S U N D A R I​

Desert Region, Mandalore​

With the passage of time came the mending of wounds. Despite grievous loss, hardship, and sorrow, the Mandalorian spirit continued to prove resilient. The fire burning with the planet's popolous was one that could never be extinguished; not by calamity and not by defeat. Even now, several months following the collapse of the Clans and the burning of their world, the Mandalorian people had begun to rebuild. With each passing day, their shattered lives were beginning to heal. With each passing day, the fire burned brighter.

Now, the inferno had reached Sundari.

Once, the midnight sphere had been laid low by quakes and fire. Once, the bustling streets had been silenced by the Calamity. Yet now, power surged through its veins. For the first time in what felt an eternity, light now shined upon the byways. There was no more quiet. There was now a symphony of joyous voices, each working together to restore the city to its former glory. And overseeing this grand Coalition was the man who called Sundari home. Before the destruction, this city was his gem; his responsibility. It was the seat of power held by the mantle Warmaster.

And now that the Mand'alor had brought their people Home, it was time that Darth Metus restored his seat, his mantle, and his might. This day, he stood before fire and coal with hammer in hand. Mighty blows were made upon redhot steel, and power flooded forth into the metal. He, along with the smiths around him, worked tirelessly to repair the shattered bio-dome walls. He, plying his craft, would see to it that no storm or quake or fire would ever lay low Sundari again. Such was within his power. Such was the gift of an Alchemist.

And so he toiled.

Hammer on metal.

The Force on Steel.

((OOC:: This is a static thread where [member="Darth Metus"] can always be found. If ever one has business with him, feel free to approach him here!))​

[ [member="Anika Nygaard"] | [member="Kaguya"] | [member="The Matador"] | [member="The Enchantress"] ]​

 

[Ja'Rod]

S U N D A R I​

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Sight seeing had never been one of Kaguya's desires in life. The girl had actually enjoyed her pseudo-home on Tatooine, even though it was in the back of a rather shady cantina.

But alas, certain, more lighter-hearted companions would not leave her in peace.

And thus, she found herself on Mandalore, accompanying several of the other girls from the bar in looking to help the populace rebuild. It was just another chore on the long list Kaguya had gathered...

It was while passing through a courtyard near the bazaar when the prickling sensation first graced her senses...it was strange...and it excited her. Even to the level that she removed her headphones and began wandering in the source's general direction.

The closer she neared the source, the more the warmth embraced her being. She opened up to this force, allowing herself to bathe in it. Her eyes closed briefly, but feet continued moving...

And she nearly paid for it by almost walking smack into a pole at the entrance to what appeared too be a forge, or smithy of sorts. Inquisitively, violet eyes peeked within, spying on the interior. She saw a large form move within, going about the work that busied such a shape. But the strange thing was that the strange presence seemed to be emanating from whoever this was. This revelation piqued her interest and curious nature even more.

Lightly stepping in, the girl looked around as if browsing, attempting to not draw to much attention to herself,"Pretty sweet setup you've got here Mister." nonchalantly referring to the interior as she wandered about, uninvited, into the place.

[member="Darth Metus"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Darth Metus"] [member="Kaguya"]

She had arrived a few hours earlier. Metus and her had done business only once, when she answered an add to help bring in extra supplies to Mandalore to aid in the rebuilding. But word had reached her ears he was a good smith. A talent she very much wanted to learn, or more importantly, Alchemy.

Being able to change things with only the force was a boon she wished to have.

So today she was walking in with a peace offering. Dirty orange jacket, wild black hair, spacers trousers, boots and big ol bottle of Corellia's finest.

"Darth Metus. Pleasure to meet you again." She said, handing off the bottle to him.

 

[Cilicon Aguamenti]

S U N D A R I​

Desert Region, Mandalore​

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A master alchemist. That is what she arrived on this planet for. The togruta known solely to others as "The Enchantress" had to go to this horrifying world known as Mandalore to find one. She's heard rumors of a man named Isley Verd. He had great power with alchemy. Perhaps he could help her. She was indeed on the road to mastering alchemy but she had reached a wall that she could not pass through. She needed to break through the wall. This is where Isley comes in. With Isley's help she would be able to break through this metaphoric wall and become a master. She would be able to continue her career in selling enchanted items to an even greater extent than she could have before.

The Enchantress did not love Mandalore. It was simply a planet filled with irritating brutes. The mandolorian mindset did not make sense to her. Despite this, she did not show it. After all, she didn't want to make a fool of herself and Isley happened to be a mandolorian. She continued walking down the street, avoiding eye contact with anyone. She could tell something was happening with the people of Sundari but that meant nothing to her. She only meant business and the business of the people of Sudari had nothing to do with the business of The Enchantress.

The Enchantress continued walking towards Isley's location until he found him, overseeing whatever was happening concerning Sundari. She had never met him before and was glad to finally do it today. She would step up to him and bow in greetings.

"Greetings. I am The Enchantress." She spoke to him "I was hoping I could speak to you."

[member="Darth Metus"]

 

[Matreya]

Pikiran stared at the clouds in the skies over Mandalore, all the while soaring backward in the air at high speeds and higher altitudes. Some would be found using Speeders, others hover craft. Darth Pikiran simply utilized his power over the Force combined with the bound Spirits ever present to leech energy from. Force Walking had long ago become a norm in his life, after utilizing amulets and other things that enhanced his power, this had been his final option.

And so, with the bare knowledge he had in the control over telekinesis, he was able to easily maneuver through the air.

Damien Daemon, Alor of Clan Daemon, was coming to meet with Metus. This was a man who in more ways than one would be his truest rival. If his knowledge served correctly, he and Metus had both learned under Rave Merrill, the greatest Alchemist to ever exist. They both were apex in this nature. Very few in history would be more knowledged then those under Rave.

Not to mention, Isley Verd was the father to his wife, and grandfather to his children.

Straightening out slowly, Pikiran leveled vertical, and slowly drifted toward the ground. He flared his power, eyes growing cyan, the signal of his full potential Force Walking mingled with his own aura. It was not a challenge, more so a calling card. Most would sense the incoming power and acknowledge it as a fight. He did not want this.

Damien wanted his deceased daughter to return. He wanted her back, and while he could bring her body, and even bind her spirit to the body... He knew alone, she would be a masterwork. With the aid of Metus, she would be perfection.

"Verd, vod, olaror, jorhaa'ir ti ni, bid vi liser jorhaa'ir be aliit!" Damien called outloud, his voice carried by the Force as he straightened his shirt. This was a time he was simply clad in a sleeveless jet black tee, long-baggy black jeans, where in the cuffs were tucked into his black boots. Damien had called, speaking of their shared heritage, telling him they needed to speak about family. He hoped it would peak an interest.

[member="Darth Metus"]

 

[Malok]

Thud. Clang. Thud. Clang.

The Mandalorian formed a rhythm between hammer, metal, and anvil. It was rapid. It was steady. And with each impact did the Force ripple outward. Darth Metus was focused - so much so that the Forge did not exist. There was no sound nor heat. There were no brothers hammering away beside him. All that was existed under his gaze. Too thin., he noted, adjusting the flow of his Might. Just have to thicken this bond and...

His train of thought was very quickly derailed.

"Who invited the Aruetii?" growled one of Metus' collaborators. With his inquiry came a nudge of the elbow and the gesturing of a thumb in the direction of the door. Metus came back to reality in the blink of an eye; and soon found himself a touch frustrated at the interruption. He set down his Hammer and looked upon the youngling who braved his Forge. His lips parted, intent on dismissing the girl as quickly as she came, but another strolled inside. Fortunately, this one came bearing a gift.

"Oh for kark's sake."

"Easy brother. Let's just take a break." came Metus' response. All frustration evaporated once the bottle reached his hands: Corellian Whiskey, a personal favorite. His collaborators had no problem answering that call and soon filed out of the Forge, each going his own way. That left Metus alone with a favored customer...and some girl. "You've just become my favorite customer. Come for another order?" he said, giving the Rebel a nod. Wasting not a moment, he uncorked the bottle and indulged in a hearty swig.

Ahh.

"Now then." His eyes slid over to [member="Kaguya"]. "What brings you to my sweet setup?" Metus saw fit to seat himself upon a stool before awaiting a response. However, before he could even raise the bottle again, yet another unexpected visitor entered his Forge. This one did not bring gifts, but at least had decorum. Her bow caused the Mandalorian to loft a brow, yet he responded in turn. "Well met Enchantress, welcome to my hovel." he said, motioning to the humble Forge around them. It was no Aza'Zoth, it was certainly not Cathedral, but for the repairs it would do. "By all means, speak. Sit wherever you see fit."

Ice.

A cool sensation raced down the Mandalorian's spine, one that caused his attention to be placed outward. He could feel it. Hell, all three of the women before him would be able to as well. Power. The Force. Someone cut from a high cloth had graced Sundari with their presence. Fantastic. Metus thought, instinctively placing his dominant hand upon his waist. There his fingers found the hilt of a legend - the Darksaber - and clutched it tightly. With moments like these, such a presence was often a danger. A challenge. But, fate would have it that it was something much, much worse.

An in-law.

The Force carried the words of Metus' son-in-law to his ears...and the Mandalorian's grip relaxed upon the saber. He made no audible response, but rather reached out. Silent. His words were carried by the Force, to be planted as thought in the psyche of his son. Field Forge. Near the Monument. I'll hear what you have to say.

[member="Darth Pikiran"], [member="The Enchantress"], [member="Seraya Whisperwind"], [member="Kaguya"]

 

[Cennika Hawk]

[member="Darth Metus"] - once, she'd met him, albeit briefly, amongst a gathering of other witches. An alchemist, thus a crafter in his own right, it had interested her to seek to learn from him, and expand her knowledge as a creator. This, at the very least, was what she sought. Additionally, as a hunter and steeped in lone survival, deep in the wilds of other worlds, she was a skilled procurer of natural resources, and self-sufficient to the point that most everything she used, from her clothing to her weapons, and so on, was a product of her hand.

She was also deadly, and creative in that right, as well.

Thus when she learned of Metus' settling in within Sundari, upon Mandalore, she arranged to pay him a visit. It was time to once again expand beyond the otherwise exclusionary life she kept with her mate, the Icarii [member="Naimes Ahn-Dross"], and lend her skill and service. Upon arriving, it was clear she wasn't the only one that had this idea - the man was a desired fount of knowledge, after all - but she paid the others little mind as she got close, stopping at the edge of the bloom of power that drew away the Sith Lord's attention. A woman of few words, she stood bone still, in leathers, linens, blades, and pendant, long, raven hair falling over her shoulders, and watched him with violet eyes, categorising every detail, in a habitual fashion, as she would a quarry; yet she desired not to pillage this one for his skin, bones, and meat.

She drew the line at intelligent life. So far.

 

[Naimes Ahn-Dross]

...the Icarii was ever observant, ever diligant. He had come back to Mandalore alongside [member="Cennika Hawk"] to act in a capacity not unlike a confidante. Naimes had every confidence in Cennika of course but he had always been cautious. In orbit around Mandalore the Krayt-Class Light Cruiser hung motionless as though it were suspended in the black. On board the capital ship the Mandalorians loyal to Rally Master Ahn-Dross and by extension Cennika Hawk would wait for the return of their leaders however lnog it may be until the duo returned. These Mandalorians were loyal to the individuals having pledged themselves years ago during the time of trouble that beset the old Mandalorian Clans....

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...Naimes was dressed in his Beskar'gam. The Armor covered him completely save for his head. The Helm was tucked away into the crevice of his left armpit where he could keep a relatively easy hold of it. Longtooth, the hand and a half sword forged of phrikite metal was sheathed over his back with the lengthy hilt extending up over his left shoulder while the remainder of the weapon rested across the back of his torso extending beyond his right hip. Walking with Cennika Hawk he had kept the majority of his observations to himself though she would know that the Mandalorai was ever attuned to his surroundings almost as though they came second nature to him....

...when silence had suited him long enough Naimes would raise his right hand and rub the stubble on his chin from several days of growth then remark..."Take heed Cennika Hawk. You cannot trust this man."...the tone of Naimes voice was dim, quiet and meant only for the woman he accompanied. It might become clear then that Naimes had decided to set foot down on the surface of the planet to protect her, to be the shield at her back if anything went astray. The Soldier was loyal only to one woman not empires or factions or a people now and he was weary of those he did not know well....

...in his words Naimes had voiced only the subtlest bit of concern for Cennika Hawk but now that it was done his introspective nature turned to the world around him and he would state..."It will look familiar when it is rebuilt."...he meant the cities and buildings of Mandalore knowing full well of the tragedy that had befallen the world due to what he had considered an act of cowardice and treachery. He would never forget. Too, Cennika might note that Naimes had said it would look familiar but that it would not be the same which is why he found some solace turning his head to admire her features and the shape of her form as he moved close by...​

 

[RC 212]

[member="Darth Metus"]

She smirked as he uncorked the bottle and then nodded. He was a busy man it seemed and she had no such intentions of wasting his time per se. She got right to the point.

"Came by to actually learn about a little smithing. Force and otherwise." She said.

As she spoke, the young rebel picked up a nearby hammer, inspecting it. As soon as her fingers connected she felt it's vibrant pulse in the force, it connected with her soul like an electrical storm in a nebulae. Yes this was something she could do. She gave it a swing, hitting only the air and felt it thrum under her slender digits.

"Hmmm. Nice hammer."

 

[Malok]

It seemed as though the Forge was a hub for visitation this day, for one after the other faces made themselves known. Shortly after the outburst of his son-in-law, a familiar woman graced Metus with her presence. It took a moment for the Sith to sift through memory, attempting to recall from where he knew her...Dathomir! The Gathering! Ah yes...far better times. Far Simpler times. His lips tugged into the beginning of a smile at the thought. Their eyes met, briefly, before Metus rendered a polite nod. He did not probe the woman for "what" or "why" for at that point it was clear that all had come for one reason. Him.

At her heels was a man that Metus recognized, not by name or reputation, but by rank. Rally Master. Aside from this basic recollection of a mantle earned during the Clans era, the man was an enigma to him. Yet. Given the beskar'gam and the company he kept, Metus felt that - of all the guests thus far - he was the most welcome. After all, Mandalore was Home to both of them.

Swig.

The Rebel was quick to reply and got to the point straightaway. This was something that Metus appreciated; for time was a precious gem these days. "You wish to do as I do?" he paraphrased, with a light chuckle. "It's going to cost you." He then reached over and picked up his own helm that laid within arm's reach of his seat, flipped it upright in his hand, and extended it to [member="Seraya Whisperwind"]. "You learn, you join. That's my price."

Nice Hammer. If he had a credit for every time he heard that one...

[member="Cennika Hawk"], [member="Naimes Ahn-Dross"], [member="Seraya Whisperwind"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Darth Metus"]

She grinned. The Mando's had always held a special place in her heart, and though she had other things to tend to, she could spend a little time helping them out.



She swung the hammer through the air, feeling its vibrations and then nodded.

"Done. Is there some kind of swearing in process or?"

When the helm was extended, she set down the hammer and grasped it, turning it over to admire it's architecture. A standard T-slit visor with some nice engraving.

"You made this?"

 

[Malok]

"Nothing formal. You'll come to know our way of life in Six Actions. Wear Armor. Speak the Language. Have Mandalorian children. Provide for your People. Defend Yourself and your People. And when the Mand'alor has a cause, join it." came his response.

It was a very, very basic rendition of the tenets which made Mandalorians Mandalorian, but frankly...tenets demanded adherance, not ceremony. At least, that's what Metus thought anyway. Leaning back ever so slightly, his grin grew ever so slightly in response to her words.

"That's right, made that beauty myself. You'll be able to make one better by the time I'm through with you. Which, since you're on board, starts now." He motioned his thumb towards the sheets of Mandalorian steel leaned upon the far wall. They had been made for the repair project, but using one for a crash course certainly wouldn't harm anything. "Grab an apron off the hook and get one of the sheets. Bring it to the drafting table. Pretty sure there's a marker laying around somewhere too...Mark out a design, like a Knife or Axehead. Make it rough, I'll tweak it when it's finished. Once your finished I'll get you familiar with the tools of the trade."

"And don't worry, this here is a temporary set up. You'll have your own workspace soon enough."

[member="Seraya Whisperwind"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Darth Metus"]

She grinned. She'd always wanted a dagger. The armor was kinda eh... but she figured that'd come in handy too. Despite the fact she liked to fight without it, she would have to deal with it in the sort term. Unless she could make a light armor. But first things first, and all things in good time.

She set down the helm and raised two fingers. An apron whipped across the room and she donned it, then retrieved her Beskar and marker. She traced the outline of a neat little dagger, and licked her lips. This was gonna be good, real good. Next she figured it was time to cut said dagger and raised an eyebrow.

"What's your method for cutting the shape?"

Her eyes drifted back to the hammer, which she grabbed again. It felt good, really good.

Then another idea struck her. Her own hammer.

She retraced the shape, and satisfied with her small one handed hammer nodded.

"Ok, that's better. Now, what's next?"

 

[Ja'Rod]

Hm...so this place was a forge...

Kaguya had been questioned and quickly pushed to the side. This did not bother her much as her physical stature meant she was normally overlooked in a crowd. But, it had allowed her other skills, like slinking around near the edges and observing situations.

It had appeared as if he was ready to offer training in all sorts of specialties, only if one were swear themselves to ways of the ways of the Mandalorians. This had definitely had piqued the young woman's interest.

From what she could remember from her personal studies, the Mandalorians were a heck of a people, a variety of actual races gathered to the cause of being the strongest, most dangerous warriors in the Galaxy. Time and time again they had proved this, and it took monumental efforts to stop their conquests.

Though this offer was of interest, her own insecurities chipped away the thought at the back. She was small, lacking in actual strength, and would more than likely be even an outcast here. Her aura changed as these thoughts eroded her initial confidence to one of sullen darkness.

Now she sulked around the edges of the space, inspecting items every few feet while glancing back at the continuing gathering at the center. Her violet eyes would always land on the owner as he conversed, constantly emitting an aura of dark strength...

[member="Darth Metus"]

 

[Anika Nygaard]

S U N D A R I​

Desert Region, Mandalore​

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Mandalore!! How Anika had missed this planet so much.. She had just narrowly got out of a capture with her life. It had taken so long and Anika had been pretty beat up, but luckily someone had found her and healed her up. She was still bruised, scarred and such, but she could still move, run and do whatever she needed to do. Mandalore was her home. She had lived here for as long as she could remember which would be over a decade.. literally. It had been a little while since she had been to Mandalore, but she still remembered everything. Sundari seemed a little different.. it seemed like it was at war or something. That wasn't uncommon for Mandalorians. This was only part of the reason of why Anika had returned to her home world.

Today, Anika was looking for [member="Darth Metus"]. She had been discovering extra abilities as she went along with life and now she needed someone to help her out with it.. she was still an apprentice/padawan, so technically, she needed a master. Lightsabers hooked to a belt added to her outfit, Anika made her way towards where she sensed alot of people were gathering. Maybe this would bring her some luck? She knew he wasn't a Jedi Master, but the abilities she was experiencing could be described as darker sourced powers. Blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail as Anika walked, remembering the heat once more on this part of Mandalore.

Coming up on a.. something.. was it a forge? Guessing so, she walked over and then looked in to see a whole crowd of people. Hoping he or whoever was here wouldn't mind the extra company, walking in. Mentally, Anika was freaking out, but o the outside she was calm and carried on like a usual Mandalorian.

"Hey. I was finally returning here and saw that something is going on, is there anything I can do to help?"

she asked. It was a little informal, but Anika was known to never be that formal especially if there was something on her mind. She just kept her fingers crossed that he'd be able to help her in return.

 

[Malok]

[member="Seraya Whisperwind"]

"Depends on the design. There's a number or powered saws to get the shape you want." came his response. Stepping closer, he saw the initial idea that was quickly replaced by one much more usable. A hammer. The edges of the Mandalorian's mouth twitched in the beginning's of a smirk. "Okay, for what you're going for, you'll need to cut that shape out, trace it on the same sheet, and cut a few copies. The goal is to have several layers that we will Forge together to make your hammerhead. Get started on that - take your time and don't be afraid to mess up. The grinders can fix all ails, focus on keeping your fingers."

With that said, Metus then turned his attention to the "elephant" in the room. [member="Kaguya"], although silent, was as a beacon at the edge of his peripheral vision. He could feel the doubt radiating from her, as if it were rippling perpetually. She was on the fence...and in the case, Metus was fond of giving a slight nudge forward. "You." he said, pointing. "See those bags? They're a touch heavy, but I figure you can handle scooting them a few feet. Get them up and dump them into the Forge."

He then indicated the old-fashioned circle of stones beside him with his boot. The bags, of course, contained the charcoal needed to continue the crafting adventure.

And then the prodigal child came home. [member="Anika Nygaard"] strode into the Forge, as if the day couldn't get any more crowded. However, Metus was...glad to see that she was alright. The last he had heard, she was in bad shape several systems away, and he couldn't get to her. That was something he still hung over his head somedays. At least...it didn't seem like she held it against him, what with how casually she entered. It was as if old times had started fresh again. So, Metus greeted his wayward student with a grunt and motioned for her to approach.

"Picked up any lightsabers? If so, give them here."

 

[RC 212]

[member="Darth Metus"]

"Sounds good to me."

Her face went down and she bent over, tracing even more sheets with the same design. The work was slow and precise, the exact measurements aided by a touch of the force. When she was done she nodded. The next part was glyphs. It was something she'd picked up in a tome in the old Naboo Library. Something about Fallnassi and the White Current.

And this was perhaps the only force power she was well versed in. With her eyes closed she began to sink into the place beyond places. Memories and life flashed by, and she found herself floating in the void. It was a unique place, between the reality of the narrow bands of the force and absolute nothing.

The white Current.

With the tips of her fingers abuzz with energy she traced invisible runes that only those well skilled at the visions of the White Current would see. One for power, and another for Concealment. She was loathe to have her hammer revealed to another that was unworthy. This way no one would force sense the thing.

Next came the saw.

As the current drifted from her body, or rather she drifted from it she strode across the room, jaw tight. She was determined when she put her mind to a task. She gripped the handle, feeling the weight and nodded. Sparks flew, a screeching sound erupted as her spinning blade met the Beskar plates. Soon after many cuts she had finished pieces, with a few wasted fethed up pieces.

These she tossed back in the pile. Beskar was precious and even scrap could be recycled.

Then she was ready to grind. Another sound erupted as the grinder met the hammer head pieces with a shrieking wail....

 

[Anika Nygaard]

As Anika stepped into the forge, her eyes widened immediately at how many people were here. She looked to her master looking slightly confused to all of the people. She could sense that he was in a way, happy to see her. She had sent a message out to him just before her capture and luckily it had gotten to him. She was saddened when he couldn't get her, but lucky for her, someone did come along and help her out of her mess. Apparently, someone had heard her message as well and came to get her out.

At least now, she was able to stand in front of her master. She had hoped for him to come, but when he didn't, she had felt slightly fearful, but understood why he couldn't come. He was busy rebuilding things. She didn't hold him to anything or hold anything against him for it. Anika found it hard to do such things. He then motioned for her to come forward, which she did immediately. He had some height compared to her, so it was like a child returning from the playground with a black eye, but a little worse. She had more than a black eye..

"Mainly my own... luckily, but on my way out I found two just outside his castle.."

she responded pulling them out from behind her back and handing them to Metus. It had been easier to hang them on the back of her belt while she made her way here.

"So how's everything coming together? I see you found a few people.."

She said her eyes widening slightly again. Anika knew things were falling apart and such, but having been in captivity, she didn't know much.

~ [member="Darth Metus"] ~​

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

S U N D A R I​

Desert Region, Mandalore​

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It had been several days of fighting and bickering before the Matador removed his Flayer armour, it's heavy Beskar plate suit him well; however technology was the new greatest weapon of any fighter. Technology and magic, in particular the magic of alchemy. Several newly made comrades suggested that the Matador evaluate the longevity of his gear, and suggested the ancient weaponry and armour be touched up.​

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The Matador had only heard previously the tales of true Mandolorian craftsmanship from the elders of Tol Varen, whilst his Flayer armour indeed held a Mandalorian identity it was beyond ancient, stretching back to a time long before the secret's of Mandolorian craft was known to the world. Ticon had suggested, that he seek out a man known as Metus in the desert region of Mandalore to help him. This would be their first introduction.​

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Sundari was unlike anywhere else on Mandalore he had seen, it was a metropolis. It was humbling to behold, he imagined to would be filled with life had it not been for the recent cataclysm, however he walked the streets to the forge. The Matador landed his ship far off, and took in the sights. Upon arrival, it seemed it was not only his instinct to come here; but that of others as well. "Su cuy'gar [member="Darth Metus"]."​

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