Other Space Kaiden
Better than other-other space Kaiden
A watercolor sky drained away overhead - a canvas of sunset fire melting away, revealing a cloudless night. You didn't find that kind of weather on Eres III, not anymore at least. Where this was like a portrait of what retirement looks like, Eres III was more like a holovid you played on a loop if you were trying to convince someone to commit suicide.
The sky never stopped falling there and when you were lucky enough to get a rainless day, it would be the last you saw for weeks or even months. Thinking that over, Marvik hissed through clenched teeth and turned away from the prism of colors with a scratch of his scruffled beard. He couldn't wait to dig his claws into the first person who told him he should be grateful for whatever person paraded themselves around in the dunce cap of Mand'alor nowadays.
With a quick shake and a hard yank, he jostled his low-bearing, twin holsters into a more comfortable seat on his hips - then he was off, parading through the streets of Sundari like all the other dunce caps. Try as he might to just move on along, he kept getting the side-glance stares of passersby who shuffled their eyes over his armor, noticed the Dathu symbol etched into his shoulder plate and then gave the most welcoming sneers he'd ever seen.
How quickly they all forgot. Must have been nice having your home rebuilt after a disaster, how dare he intrude. Well, he was already intruding so he might as well do it to the best of his ability. His chest inflated like a balloon and his arms swung like cartoonish pendulums as he began an exaggerated march down the sidewalk towards the palace, where clans typically met on official business.
Or so he'd heard once over the cracks of lightning and torrential rain.
The stares got darker and his march only got more obnoxious, fueled by the petty spite until he'd marched his way through the checkpoint and thrown open the doors to the guest lobby of the palace.
Who did he expect to meet? If he had announced his coming earlier he'd probably have known, but whenever Dathu decided to peek out at the rest of the clans they rarely did it on anyone's terms but their own. Hell, maybe he'd demand an audience with the Mand'alor themself.
What did he have to lose? No clans liked him anyway.
The sky never stopped falling there and when you were lucky enough to get a rainless day, it would be the last you saw for weeks or even months. Thinking that over, Marvik hissed through clenched teeth and turned away from the prism of colors with a scratch of his scruffled beard. He couldn't wait to dig his claws into the first person who told him he should be grateful for whatever person paraded themselves around in the dunce cap of Mand'alor nowadays.
With a quick shake and a hard yank, he jostled his low-bearing, twin holsters into a more comfortable seat on his hips - then he was off, parading through the streets of Sundari like all the other dunce caps. Try as he might to just move on along, he kept getting the side-glance stares of passersby who shuffled their eyes over his armor, noticed the Dathu symbol etched into his shoulder plate and then gave the most welcoming sneers he'd ever seen.
How quickly they all forgot. Must have been nice having your home rebuilt after a disaster, how dare he intrude. Well, he was already intruding so he might as well do it to the best of his ability. His chest inflated like a balloon and his arms swung like cartoonish pendulums as he began an exaggerated march down the sidewalk towards the palace, where clans typically met on official business.
Or so he'd heard once over the cracks of lightning and torrential rain.
The stares got darker and his march only got more obnoxious, fueled by the petty spite until he'd marched his way through the checkpoint and thrown open the doors to the guest lobby of the palace.
Who did he expect to meet? If he had announced his coming earlier he'd probably have known, but whenever Dathu decided to peek out at the rest of the clans they rarely did it on anyone's terms but their own. Hell, maybe he'd demand an audience with the Mand'alor themself.
What did he have to lose? No clans liked him anyway.