K E L D A B E
[member="Gray Raxis"]
Ra silently looked at Gray as he took the punishment. His eye's met Gray's.
The man made a joke.
Clearly in shock.
Mand'alor looked to Clan Raxis.
They would return home to Manda'yaim. They would re-learn what it was to be Mando'ade. They would be reminded of what allowed them to be sovereign, of what allowed them to stave off the Clans' lust for battle, to give in to their want for pacifism.
It was men like Ra.
Soldiers like the Mandalorians gathered here tonight.
Soldiers who protected Mandalore. No matter the price. No matter the cost. No matter the lives lost.
The current Mand'alor was no father,
but everything he did
was for the future children of Mand'alor.
Generations to come.
Security. Peace. Freedom.
It could only ever be afforded by military might.
It was the only language the forces of Chaos could possibly understand. Clan Raxis didn't understand this, didn't want to understand this.
Did it make them weak?
Ra believed so. There was strength in Clan Raxis, but that strength had failed them.
But the Protector of Manda'yaim could not afford to fail. Mand'alor could not afford to fail.
Ra could not afford to fail.
Their future as a people depended on it.
Ra kept the hand, his green eyes flashing as it was over. His features were human - was he ever a wolf? Keeping silent, Ra walked off, disappearing into the crowd with the hand of Gray Raxis. The Raxian Alor would never see it again.
The time for games and betrayal was over.
They had a war to win.
A war that had only just begun.