Populate The Remnant War - Sularen's Folly [ ME Populate of Selnesh ]

[Mia Monroe]

Mia could only imagine what was going through the boys head, to have no memory of who he was and to discover pieces of himself this way must have been jarring. She didn't press as he turned away, processing her offer as she donned the rest of her armour. By the time he turned back to her, Mia was sliding her vambraces into place.

"Warmaster, not Liberator." She corrected without looking up. "That name has a time and a place and this is not it." Her tone wasn't harsh, but it left no room for argument. Given the choice, no one would use that name for her anymore, but that was something she did not have control over.

She slid her gauntlets into place, before looking up at him, the defiance in his eyes drawing a smile from her. He had a strong spirit. Good, because he was going to need it.

"Let's hope so." she studied him for a moment, her mind already drawing up plans, ways to test him to see what else he remembered. While she believed he probably could handle harsher instruction there was another opinion she wanted first where his ability in the force was concerned. Someone who had a softer approach and better training that she had had.

Someone she had already entrusted with Liorra .

Mia inclined her head, indicating for him to follow her as she began to make her way back to the war room. "There's an Iron Lord I want you meet, so she can fully assess your capabilities in the force, after that we will go through basics until we fully understand what you remember. When you are not training or on a mission, you will be my shadow." She flicked her gaze over him. "And we'll get you some armour in the interim."

Prisoner #36929

Mentioned Adelle Bastiel

 

[Prisoner #36929]

Tags: Mia Monroe
Equipment: X​

"Warmaster. Yes, apologies... Warmaster," he corrected, mentally cursing his slip-up. He kept his head down until she started moving, then quickly fell into step behind her. He tried to process the rapid shift in his reality. An hour ago, his world was limited to the logistics of an empire. Now, a legend had taken a personal interest in him because he'd been bold enough to ask a question.

"An Iron Lord..." he repeated quietly. The Nagai wondered what kind of warrior earned a name like that and if they would be as intimidating as the Warmaster. The idea of being her shadow was daunting, but it gave him a singular focus he had lacked since waking up without a name. Shadows were quiet and observant. He could do that. He would be the best shadow she ever had.

They arrived back at the war room, the glowing holographic map still casting a blue hue over the chamber. He stopped exactly one step behind her, mirroring her presence as best he could. He felt the eyes of the other Mandalorians on him, but he kept his gaze fixed ahead.

"I--- I understand. Thank you, Warmaster," he said, his voice now steady. He wasn't sure what the next hour would bring, let alone the next day, but for the first time, he wasn't just drifting. He was anchored to a purpose.