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"I knew there was a reason I liked you," the Mandalorian said as he switched off the comms and reached overhead to the upper control panel, flicking a distress signal to the Corsair ship. He let the ship jitter and groan as it streaked through the void of space as yellow streaks flashed past his...

Rynn understood the need for closure, especially for something that was deeply personal. He'd give Nara one subtle nod and a single peak into the building, before turning to press a button along his wrist gauntlet. "Sending you the coordinates of the ship. I'll see you there." His ship had...

The jet black of void space was only highlighted by a sprinkling of stars that dotted the distant landscapes of the Outer Rim. The Mandalorian people had come together in an act of celebration of new beginnings, which meant that old and new faces had come together and connections had been made...

Rynn took her hand into his own, folding it within the open slots and intertwining them once more to give it a firm squeeze. To become a Mandalorian was a journey that ended only in death. The Mandalorian wouldn't force her into that life, not without making sure it was truly something she...

Rynn Itera frowned beneath his helmet as he watched Nara's eyes shift away in pain of her story. The Jedi had once been a strong presence across the galaxy, but as of late they had seemed all but forgotten. The galaxy was becoming a lawless land with each passing day and with the fall of the...

The Mandalorian's face twitched as he felt Nara pull back from his touch in revulsion to the truths he had shared. Rynn had done many terrible things, how did he think that she would so easily forgive them or brush them off? His face failed to compute just how he felt in that situation, so he...

Rynn Itera brought his hand up towards his wrist gauntlet, pressing the button to pause the Galactic Funk that he had been listening to only moments prior. His golden visor shifted to the black armored Mandalorian. He had recognized the name in passing circles within Imperial space and during...

The moment felt like dumb luck, but also a curse to the aging Mandalorian. Everything she had believed about Rynn was far from the truth. The goodness she saw in him, the virtue and the love, had hardly come to fruition in the past two decades. The Itera name had become legendary among the...

Rynn Itera scoffed at the theatrics of the situation, from the half-hearted attempts to settle people down, to the talk of Vizla savages. Whoever this artistic Mandalorian was seemed to get beneath the skin of the warrior soldier. How could someone be so naive that he would proclaim death over...

Rynn Itera had never been particularly fond of this dead planet nor some member's instance on holding on to a planet or names of people that they had never met. He had mainly stuck to the outer rim, working with Imperials and Syndicates, collecting credits and building up what resources he could...

Rynn Itera felt the hand reach out, tracing along the worn cold metal that had been painted over red and black. The markings of a sith, the jagged horns of devil like appearance and a Jedi -- it was an odd combination, but it had been theirs. His hand curled slightly as he felt his chest...

The Mandalorian walked with his people, like the religious spies venturing into the forgotten holy land of their people. There was a weight to this world, empty but full of trauma and history -- a history that was not directly his own. The Mandalorian's jagged horned helmet shifted to look out...

"A Mandalorian doesn't assist others in search of favors," the voice of the soldier grunted from beneath his helmet. He stepped closer towards the Imperial Knight, his feet crunching through the bramble of the forest floor with each passing step. "A beast can be many things," Rynn Itera stated...

The Mandalorian didn't step forward even though the woman had motioned him initially. Who she was, was clearly not what the villagers had believed her to be. She was a sorcerer, though the way she carried herself was unlike of that of Raze or the Sith, but she was no Jedi -- Rynn knew that all...

Missions change, they always do. The words of his adopted father rang through his mind as he limped along towards his freighter, with the princess lingering behind. Korre spoke of the Sith and sorcerers lingering within the crowd in the convention, he himself had not seen any, but that didn't...

Rynn Itera's eyes sunk beneath his amber visor as the woman nearly spat out her drink. He watched as she turned to face the horned helmet man with a strange look of bewilderment, though the Mandalorian felt that long brown hair and pale white skin had looked all too familiar, even decades later...

Ambience The last time Rynn had stepped foot on Nar Shaddaa, he was partaking in a heist on the lower levels of the planet's underbelly, shooting his way out of a zombie infested hellscape. Most of the crew had tried to backstab him, but the towering Mandalorian had always gotten the upper...

"I like to dance close to the fire," the Mandalorian's gravely voice chimed through the helmet with a subtle purr. The towering warrior lowered his hand and rifle as the force eased up around him, freeing him to move once more. The spiked helmet circled around as the Mandalorian loosened his...

The unison of voices echoed through the hollowed grounds of Mandalore, all united under one mantra. Elders and children alike called out the words of their people, "This is the Way." One covert and clan would not be enough to rebuild their people, but it was a start. A start that their people...

"This planet has been turned to glass, hollowed and desolate. But, there is more to our people than a single planet, then this helmet," Rynn explained as he bent down, chipping a piece of glass with his leather gloves. He had seldom spoke in recent times, the days of long winded responses had...