Laira Darkhold
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Location: Galactic War Memorial Park, Contruum
With ships still hanging in Orbit, the conquering armies of the One Sith still securing parts of the world. Most of the Cities had put up little resistance, their fighting spirit beaten out of them, or simply they accepted the occupation for what it was. Near the site of the war that had taken place on the planet the Dark Lord's emissaries had toiled day and night to construct a monument to the War, as a way of inspiring those that still fought, and martyrizing those that had died in his great war to destroy the Republic.
Arrayed in the field before the great mountain the memorial had been carved upon there stood eight hundred nineteen Mandalorian warriors, each in full Beskar, still armed and armored from the fight over the world, each clutching a pistol or rifle and a bottle of liquor.
I stood atop a platform constructed of rubble and bent rebar before the arranged Warriors. No doubt some of the members of One Sith we wary of their intentions and kept distance, though I expected many to join us in this congregation before the night was over and the dawnstar rose back to the heavens.
"Brothers and Sisters of Mandalore. We fought and bled for this world. Our allies in the One Sith stood shoulder to shoulder with us, and in the end we prevailed. But we were not without loss. Many of our kinsfolk passed on during the battle." I nodded to the rows of blanket covered corpses sitting behind me, waiting to be loaded into cargo ships and sent into Contruum's star. "Let us spend this night in remembrance for those that died and celebrate the honor and glory that as their passing into the Manda." A roar errupted from the Mandalorians in the crowd, some firing off shots into the sky.
I waited until they grew quiet again, and the dusk sky was still once more. "Hail the Glorious Victorious Dead!" And the cry went up in eight hundred twenty voices, blaster bolts echoing out. Each warrior immediately took a great gulp of the liquor in their hands and then turned the bottle's neck down, letting the a swig of the liquid poor into the ground with a cheer. Only seconds later music began playing and the Mandalorians were no longer quiet and organized, no longer waiting and honoring the fallen with silence and reflection, but celebrating the victory their comrades fought and died to achieve with drinking, fighting, dancing, and socializing. As is proper.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Aw78NYAv05g
I took my leave of the pile of rubble that had been a make shift stage for the short ceremony, checking on the droids loading up the fallen into transport ships. Soon they would become part of the star and the atoms that composed them would forever sweep across the cosmos. With any luck, our comrades from this campaign would join us in this celebration of victory.