Doctor Azure
Cobalt Durasteel
Thousands of young Mando'ade flock to Keldabe city for their initiation. They chatter in excited packs, bringing money for the many armorers and arms traders inside the city. The hotels and bars are full of green recruits boasting their latest kills, the shininess of their armor, anything they can think of.
Thryykarr felt the excitement rise in his chest. He'd wanted this ever since he was a child, and he could feel it coming closer: initiation. The camaradrie, the feeling of knowing that anybody, anywhere could recognize you as a Mandalorian. The beautiful trophies, the exotic travels, and the thrill and honor of the hunt.
He was about to become one of these soldiers of honor, he told himself. He would pass the trials and join the ranks of these galactic warriors.
He just had to get there, first.
Thryykarr felt the excitement rise in his chest. He'd wanted this ever since he was a child, and he could feel it coming closer: initiation. The camaradrie, the feeling of knowing that anybody, anywhere could recognize you as a Mandalorian. The beautiful trophies, the exotic travels, and the thrill and honor of the hunt.
He was about to become one of these soldiers of honor, he told himself. He would pass the trials and join the ranks of these galactic warriors.
He just had to get there, first.