Ashin Varanin
Professional Enabler
Mandalore
One woman alone, unarmored, carrying only a lightsabre at her belt -- hardly an imposing image. But hardly a supplication.
The majority of Mandalore was agrarian, strewn with family farms and local forges. The world had its cities, and of course the beskar mines, and the resources to back tens of thousands of supercommandos, but none of that was visible here. The meeting place had been arranged by intermediaries: A farmhouse without a farm, merely the sort of place where clandestine meetings could be conducted.
Ashin found the door unlocked. Opening it, she knocked on the frame as she entered.
"Good evening, Mandalore."
One woman alone, unarmored, carrying only a lightsabre at her belt -- hardly an imposing image. But hardly a supplication.
The majority of Mandalore was agrarian, strewn with family farms and local forges. The world had its cities, and of course the beskar mines, and the resources to back tens of thousands of supercommandos, but none of that was visible here. The meeting place had been arranged by intermediaries: A farmhouse without a farm, merely the sort of place where clandestine meetings could be conducted.
Ashin found the door unlocked. Opening it, she knocked on the frame as she entered.
"Good evening, Mandalore."