Muad Dib
Paragon of Virtue
Walking into one of the shuttles that traveled between Onderon and Dxun on a daily basis the Mandalorian went to one of the port windows and stood stoically. Clad in flat black armor he was just one of a few of the mando'ade taking transport from the planet to the moon above. There was nothing about the man that marked him as different from any of the others. And yet his presence seemed to cast about an aura of dark anger.
The man within saw the glances directed at him, but as he wasn't directly addressed he ignored the others. Shifting his shoulders lightly to reset the sword strapped to his back he felt the shuttle shake subtlety as the ship rose and began it's trek to the moon above. As it pierced the heavens the man inside reflected on his people and what had become of them.
Their planet lay in ruin. Their clans scattered throughout the stars. Their ruler a leader of none. Mando'ad forsaking their clans. Persecution against force users. Dar'manda cropping up everywhere. The culture, what it meant to be Mandalorian, was devolving and becoming something of the past.
A snarl etched upon hard lips as the Mad Knight dwelt on these thoughts.
The shuttle vibrated lightly as it activated thrusters and began it's descent towards it's designated landing pad. Landing gear extended and the shuttle landed and with a his from the hydraulics the ramp lowered ushering the people on board to the moon Dxun. Watching the others disembark the Mad Knight slowly followed leaving the ship behind.
Walking to the edge of the platform Muad Dib looked out at the mando encampment. Landing pads throughout the small city lay nestled in the upper trees. Bridges and walkways connected the massive trunks that were littered with small dwellings. Down he stared seeing the city stretch out to reach the floor where it was swarmed with the bustle of everyday life.
Moving from the platform he made his way down one of the swaying bridges. The sun was setting and evening coming on and, as he watched, torches and bonfires were lit throughout the colony. A small smile touched his lips as he felt a kindred spirit here where Manda'yaim still lived. Pausing he spoke to an older vod who was using the last rays of day to mend the leather buckler in his lap.
"Oya ner vod. I'm looking for [member="Kad Tor"] ."
The old man squinted up at the buy'ce worn over the Mad Knight's head then shrugged lightly, his frail shoulders rising and falling. "He'll be down at the bonfire most like. On the outskirts." Then the old man went back to his leather work leaving Muad to find his way to the forest floor.
Reaching the open area where the bonfire was going he saw boys and girls wrestling, women cooking and scolding their little ones, men cooking and passing bottles around. Songs were being sung and filling the night air with it's melodies.
Reaching up be removed his buy'ce and hung it from the netting on his belt and closed his eyes letting it soak in. The aromas of several cool fires, the sweat from wrestling mandos, the sweet sounds of mando'a, armor clashing, shouts between vode. This was what his people were.
The man within saw the glances directed at him, but as he wasn't directly addressed he ignored the others. Shifting his shoulders lightly to reset the sword strapped to his back he felt the shuttle shake subtlety as the ship rose and began it's trek to the moon above. As it pierced the heavens the man inside reflected on his people and what had become of them.
Their planet lay in ruin. Their clans scattered throughout the stars. Their ruler a leader of none. Mando'ad forsaking their clans. Persecution against force users. Dar'manda cropping up everywhere. The culture, what it meant to be Mandalorian, was devolving and becoming something of the past.
A snarl etched upon hard lips as the Mad Knight dwelt on these thoughts.
The shuttle vibrated lightly as it activated thrusters and began it's descent towards it's designated landing pad. Landing gear extended and the shuttle landed and with a his from the hydraulics the ramp lowered ushering the people on board to the moon Dxun. Watching the others disembark the Mad Knight slowly followed leaving the ship behind.
Walking to the edge of the platform Muad Dib looked out at the mando encampment. Landing pads throughout the small city lay nestled in the upper trees. Bridges and walkways connected the massive trunks that were littered with small dwellings. Down he stared seeing the city stretch out to reach the floor where it was swarmed with the bustle of everyday life.
Moving from the platform he made his way down one of the swaying bridges. The sun was setting and evening coming on and, as he watched, torches and bonfires were lit throughout the colony. A small smile touched his lips as he felt a kindred spirit here where Manda'yaim still lived. Pausing he spoke to an older vod who was using the last rays of day to mend the leather buckler in his lap.
"Oya ner vod. I'm looking for [member="Kad Tor"] ."
The old man squinted up at the buy'ce worn over the Mad Knight's head then shrugged lightly, his frail shoulders rising and falling. "He'll be down at the bonfire most like. On the outskirts." Then the old man went back to his leather work leaving Muad to find his way to the forest floor.
Reaching the open area where the bonfire was going he saw boys and girls wrestling, women cooking and scolding their little ones, men cooking and passing bottles around. Songs were being sung and filling the night air with it's melodies.
Reaching up be removed his buy'ce and hung it from the netting on his belt and closed his eyes letting it soak in. The aromas of several cool fires, the sweat from wrestling mandos, the sweet sounds of mando'a, armor clashing, shouts between vode. This was what his people were.