Keira Priest
The Iron
Maridun
It was here in the plains of Maridun that Keira had first been brought into something larger than herself, and pledged her life not just to a cause but to a brotherhood unlike any other. It was here that she had taken the first steps to becoming a Mandalorian, something that at that time she hadn't realized would overtake her life so completely, until her first thought when making any decision was what impact it would have on the people and their continued existence in the galaxy. Most importantly, it was here that she had been welcomed into House Verd and thusly a family that was more tightly knit than anything she had ever before experienced. Because unlike the kin she claimed by blood, they were there for each other through everything, and there was never a time where she couldn't confide in her brothers.But then, inexplicably, that family had been shattered. When she had first heard of Isley leaving for the Sith a part of her refused to believe it, but long ago she had learned that betrayal had no boundaries or limitations. Disbelief had been swiftly replaced with a fast-growing anger, though unlike previous incarnations of her rage this one burned cold as opposed to white hot. Such coldness gave her focus, and that alone made her more dangerous than she already was, a hair-trigger waiting for an excuse to be tripped. However, her volatility was far more restrained than it ought to be, because she had learned to keep some kind of control over her emotion, no matter how fickle. There would be no attempt on his life made - well, at least not right away. She wanted answers before putting any kind of final nail in the coffin.
Which was why she had bothered with contacting the man that had once been her brother, as opposed to simply hunting him as she did the rest of the Sith. Letting go wasn't as easy as she had a penchant for making it seem, and some part of her still did care about Isley far more than she had a right to after what he'd done. Because no matter what he'd become, this had once been her older brother, and she'd loved him and perhaps still did somehow. They had been there for each other countless times, and functioned as the other's right hand in a number of endeavors. In a way each was a mirror, but that had been reduced to meaningless shards with a single action, and there was no coming back from it. What had been done was done, and she'd spent too long a time reasoning through that with herself.
It was in the plains again she now stood, fully armored and armed with her EE-3, pistol and tomahawk - the same tomahawk he'd given her when she first claimed the name Verd as her own. When she had first arrived on planet she'd done nothing more than broadcast her coordinates to him, and from then on had resigned to wait. It had been a risky enough move as it was to land on Maridun, given its dangerously close proximity to Sith space, but it wasn't any worse than all that she had faced before. Until he made landfall she would do nothing more than remain where she was, a figure clad in phrik in the middle of the waist-high grass. Since he'd left she'd been the one to fill his shoes both as Warmaster and the Alor of Verd, and never had those mantles felt more hollow than they did now, standing on the world where it had all began.
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