The Admiralty
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“To date, beskar ore has been found only on the fourteenth moon.”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]But what would happen when that reality turned out to be false? When those preconceptions about the moons of Echoy’la turn out to be less hinged upon reality and more on general bad luck when it came to the probing of the moons? Would not have been the first time that millennia long people thought one thing only for the preconception to be dashed into pieces.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]You are sure of this?[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Aye, laddy. As sure as my one good eye[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px].”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]In Khal’s experience there were two kinds of Mandalorians in the Galaxy, there were the first among many, those that tried to convince you that every single one of ‘em were the same. They were loyal to their clan and the Mandalorians at large, believed and followed in cultural tenants and generally could be perceived as honorable warriors with a specialization on common survival. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]And then there was the second type.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]It was a type that Khal was encountering more and more, the type that were murderers, thieves, the scum of the earth and loyal only to their own credit bill. Jiggro Wraith would definitely fit in that last category, by circumstance more so than choice though. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Once he had been a renowned beskar smith, his armor and weapons forged were considered the pinnacle of what it meant to wield the exclusive material of the Mandalorians. But many wars later, years passed and Wraith found himself without a right arm and one of his eyes cut out - the Sith had never been too kind to their prisoners. He managed to escape them, but fate had decided to kick him in the nethers all the same, he returned to his village burned to the ground and his family slaughtered.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Fast forward ten years and Jiggro Wraith did not have any use for honor, no use for respect to the old traditions and ways of the Mandalorians. Which is why he was unofficially employed by Salvatrucha for a variety of reasons, he kept an eye out for new developments at Echoy’la and perhaps more importantly… he agreed to train Khal’s men.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Wraith couldn’t smith himself anymore, but he could easily teach his art to the men Khal send to him and in return… well, let’s just say that once the men were experienced Beskar Smiths? Jiggro wouldn’t ever have to worry about money anymore.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]How’s Coruscant anyway these days?[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]” Khal would ask.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]He was leaning against the back of his seat, eyes closed and listening to the soft rumble of the engine, as their transport entered hyperspace and set course towards the system of Echoy’la. He hadn’t seen Cryax for a long while now, man had changed - not sure yet if it was for better or worse.[/SIZE]