Voiding A Past, Remaking A Future | Aryn Spar

[Ra Vizsla]

[member="Aryn Spar"]

An Iron Wolf stood in a throne room in Keldabe of Mandalore. He had beckoned for Death Watch's arrival, as many people had predicted he would. Ties between Ra and Death Watch were well known. It was also known that Ra was very well accustomed to a certain leader of Death Watch, a leader who had proven himself in capturing an Embassy on Kashyyyk. Vizslas and Death Watch went way back. It was known, so it was thus.

A throne had been removed from Mandalore. It was known that Ra did not prefer to see himself as a King of his people, though many treated him this way. He was their leader in a time of war - nothing more. Mandalorian Clans were autonomous, their culture absolute. They needed no king.

For they were all free men and women.

But Ra needed a special unit to rely upon for things of an unsortly nature. That's where Aryn came in.

A man who could get things done.

 

[Subject 37]

Death Watch had always been pariahs among their won people. Mandalorians were never known as forgiving, Death Watch perhaps represented that better then anyone else. There had always been some kind of fight, some kind of argument, something that set them apart from other Mandalorians. Aryn had only joined Clan Spar five years ago, but he knew well what history laid within Death Watch. There was conflict, battle, outright war.

Now? Now that was changing.

They stilled wanted to fight, they still wanted to kill, but no longer was that considered apart from what others within Mandalore's Clan's desired. There was still a difference of course. Some thought their methods a bit too harsh, others thought them savages. Aryn paid them no mind. There was only one opinion that really mattered within Mandalorian society, only one that could deny or acclaim. That was all Aryn cared about.

Loud thumping steps saw him up a winding staircase, a clack of his claws sounding out as he stepped onto white marble floor.

"Mand'alor." Aryn growled in greeting.

 

[Ra Vizsla]

[member="Aryn Spar"]

A set of eyes fell upon Aryn Spar as Mand'alor turned to him.

"Aryn Spar."

Emerald eyes illuminated in darkness, positioning themselves as a focal point for what Aryn would see. An Iron Wolf would stand, looking across his floor at Spar. He knew that a Togorian was bigger than him, one of a few races that were more physically imposing. But an aura surrounded Mand'alor, an aura of daunting intimidation. This intimidation wouldn't work on a Togorian but all at a same time, Ra knew Aryn wouldn't feel that Mand'alor felt this was a meeting of physical prowess - and even if it was, a fight between them would be more fierce than either side would care to enjoy.

Instead, Ra counted on this Togorian. This Togorian was a start of something new for Mandalorians. Of uniting. Of putting their past behind them. Of re-welcoming Death Watch into fold. These creatures, these wayward Mandalorians. Fanatics they might be, but they still held loyalty all a same.

A loyalty Mand'alor planned to exploit.

"You fought well in Kashyyyk, but I must ask you - where does your allegiance lie?"

 

[Subject 37]

[member="Ra Vizsla"]

A question that should have been asked long ago of many more than just Aryn. He shifted slightly in his place, claws half tapping against white marble floors as he slowly moved his weight from one leg to another. A moment passed before his answer came.

"My allegiance lays with Mandalore." That should have been sufficient enough for any Mandalorian, but such a claim had been made over and over again by Death Watch in the past. It always meant different things for different leaders. Yet this man was Vizsla. He knew better then most what Death Watch had stood for in the past, what they had done. In years past it had not been Vizsla that lead Death Watch, it had been others...but this man should still know. "It lays with our people, at our core."

He continued on. "With what our ancestors believed. Nothing more. Nothing less."

Aryn's own ancestors hadn't been Mandalorians, but he had been adopted to Clan Spar, and that meant he had more than just blood.

Or so Sera had taught him.

 

[Ra Vizsla]

[member="Aryn Spar"]

"Ancestors," Ra scoffed. He walked down the steps of ye yonder palace. "Our ancestors erected this throne room. Our ancestor, Mandalore haar First, erected this throne. Our ancestors knew better than to create some single minded process of thought. Duty. Family. Honor. We kept it simple, unlike some Jeedai or Sithaari preaching. Duty. Family. Honor. And it is ever evolving, like a living mantra."

Ra stopped, standing just before Aryn. His eyes met up to his own.

"Are we brothers, Togorian?"

His emerald eyes emblazoned.

"Would you defend me, as you would Death Watch, as you would Manda'yaim?"

 

[Subject 37]

[member="Ra Vizsla"]

Family.

It was a concept that many held to the core. It was a concept that many people would define as their whole. To many Mandalorians Family was all that mattered. They cared for their Clan, their brothers, their sisters, but many would wholly ignore others who called themselves Mandalorians. Aryn would have too at one time, he knew that Sera had. There were some after all that Aryn did not consider to be a part of their creed, even if they claimed otherwise.

For a moment Aryn simply stayed quiet. "I would."

It was a simple truth. Sera had been displeased with this man when she had left. He kept council with people that she had despised to her very core, people that disgusted her, brought bile to her tongue. She had told Aryn with nearly those exact words, he remembered them well. Yet he knew what had to be done.

He had always seen farther then her.

"We are brothers." Aryn said. "You are my Mand'alor. I would fight, die, kill for you."

A promise that he would hold true.