Subject 37
The Cracked Mirror
Keldabe
[member="Sable"]
Things had not gone well for this proud world as of late. Perhaps things had become too political, after Ra fell, or perhaps things were simply..shifting in ways that they couldn’t stop, but either way the once proud Mandalorians were not as they once had been. A few years ago they had stood proud against the One Sith, fought them on Empress Teta, and other worlds. Now...now it seemed that glory had diminished somewhat.
Perhaps it was the fall of the Crusaders, or perhaps it was simply a sign of the changing times. While the Mandalorians held conflicts with the Silver Jedi the Alliance had become the galaxies foremost faction, taking over the role as protectors and defenders of the innocent.
Then again, maybe the Mandalorians simply didn’t care about any of that. They were warriors after all, soldiers. Perhaps it was never about how the Sith treated their people, but more about what the Sith could one day do to them. It was a theory really, nothing more, and in the end he supposed that it didn’t really matter all that much.
Sven knew this.
He shifted slightly beneath the weight of the odd armor, the mandalorian Beskar’gam feeling like an odd weight that had settled on his shoulders. Normally he preferred to wear something more...light, but for this, for what they were here for it was better to simply pose as one of the group. The armor he wore was composed of Durasteel instead of the normal Mandalorian Iron, but was forged in the same methods and style.
Without too much scrutiny it would pass easily enough, though if someone demanded who had made his armor and when...well he would be completely at a loss, not that it mattered all that much in the end.
He frowned slightly and looked at the small map on his HUD, pointing towards a nearby building that seemed to have been constructed only a short few years ago, its great stone face still reaching out somewhat. ”That’s the one.”
His distorted voice told his companion, a smile setting on his lips.
This had always been a risk, but she was sure, and thus they had come.
[member="Sable"]
Things had not gone well for this proud world as of late. Perhaps things had become too political, after Ra fell, or perhaps things were simply..shifting in ways that they couldn’t stop, but either way the once proud Mandalorians were not as they once had been. A few years ago they had stood proud against the One Sith, fought them on Empress Teta, and other worlds. Now...now it seemed that glory had diminished somewhat.
Perhaps it was the fall of the Crusaders, or perhaps it was simply a sign of the changing times. While the Mandalorians held conflicts with the Silver Jedi the Alliance had become the galaxies foremost faction, taking over the role as protectors and defenders of the innocent.
Then again, maybe the Mandalorians simply didn’t care about any of that. They were warriors after all, soldiers. Perhaps it was never about how the Sith treated their people, but more about what the Sith could one day do to them. It was a theory really, nothing more, and in the end he supposed that it didn’t really matter all that much.
Sven knew this.
He shifted slightly beneath the weight of the odd armor, the mandalorian Beskar’gam feeling like an odd weight that had settled on his shoulders. Normally he preferred to wear something more...light, but for this, for what they were here for it was better to simply pose as one of the group. The armor he wore was composed of Durasteel instead of the normal Mandalorian Iron, but was forged in the same methods and style.
Without too much scrutiny it would pass easily enough, though if someone demanded who had made his armor and when...well he would be completely at a loss, not that it mattered all that much in the end.
He frowned slightly and looked at the small map on his HUD, pointing towards a nearby building that seemed to have been constructed only a short few years ago, its great stone face still reaching out somewhat. ”That’s the one.”
His distorted voice told his companion, a smile setting on his lips.
This had always been a risk, but she was sure, and thus they had come.