Nox couldn't believe what he was hearing from the Lord, what was being offered to his people, the chance once more to return to what they rightfully were, warriors with a cause and a purpose. With a slow tilt, his T-visor went upwards to behold the sight of the fleet once more, power in one of its most absolute forms as with one order, more than half of their people could be wiped out in a day. What could take years of effort was achievable in the span of a few hours if they accepted the terms of the Sith, the offer extremely tantalizing.
But the history of what happened between his people and them was still prevalent, the battles and blood that had been shed, generations, and families ended over the years. Nox wondered, if Raz, was able to see all of this and turning in her grave that it had even reached this point for her clan. The Mandalorian would glance over to Reshe, silently gauging what was toiling beneath her helmet and what she thought of it all.
Before he could think on it further, Nox one of the more apprehensive of them all, one of Mandalorians from the group stepped forward, pledging his support for the Sith. Like the rest most likely felt, the only option was the first one and possibly the third if the discussion broke down. While Arthos pledged his support, he didn't make his claim for the title of Mand'alor and suggested one of the others do it.
That's when others stepped in to vouch for their support either for themselves or others. The one that stood out had been Fenyang, his passion and energy bleeding out from his words and palpable to others. While his message did ring brutally true, the way he worded made the hairs on the back of the Mandalorian's neck stand. Either way, Nox would always support the idea of a true Mandalorian leading their people more than an outsider. There were strings attached obviously, ones their people would have to be mindful of but were necessary to have for the time being.
After Reshe sated his curiosity about her by pledging her support for Fenyang, as did others, Nox cast his gaze to the Death Watch Mandalorian as it rested on the man while he took a couple of steps toward him. "You are untested and I would remind you that were a "spinless mutt" too just like us before this opportunity was presented and handed to all of us." A pause was left there, a not-so-subtle message to Fenyang to watch his tone on how he was addressing them as he was still one of them and had been doing just the same before this without separating himself. "But, you do have a fire within you that certain leaders have lacked in recent times, one we need especially now. Let's see what you got. Clan Solus stands with you." But Nox would then still give the Mandalorian a nod of recognition. This was the way and Nox would always choose survival over anything else.
After he had given his vote, another Mandalorian had voiced her complaint about the situation of electing a Mand'alor under the guide of the Sith. As a representation of Clan Solus' compliance and sentiment into the election, Nox turned toward Zaia before stepping toward her, "Because we've had the chance to do such a thing in the past and failed." The Mandalorian would stop a respectable distance away but still towered over her, "It's time we evolve or we will die off." Nox's black visor would bear down on her, "This is the will of the Clans and our people. If you disagree with the Clans, then leave." There was no more time to bicker, it was time to finally be unified under one banner.
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But the history of what happened between his people and them was still prevalent, the battles and blood that had been shed, generations, and families ended over the years. Nox wondered, if Raz, was able to see all of this and turning in her grave that it had even reached this point for her clan. The Mandalorian would glance over to Reshe, silently gauging what was toiling beneath her helmet and what she thought of it all.
Before he could think on it further, Nox one of the more apprehensive of them all, one of Mandalorians from the group stepped forward, pledging his support for the Sith. Like the rest most likely felt, the only option was the first one and possibly the third if the discussion broke down. While Arthos pledged his support, he didn't make his claim for the title of Mand'alor and suggested one of the others do it.
That's when others stepped in to vouch for their support either for themselves or others. The one that stood out had been Fenyang, his passion and energy bleeding out from his words and palpable to others. While his message did ring brutally true, the way he worded made the hairs on the back of the Mandalorian's neck stand. Either way, Nox would always support the idea of a true Mandalorian leading their people more than an outsider. There were strings attached obviously, ones their people would have to be mindful of but were necessary to have for the time being.
After Reshe sated his curiosity about her by pledging her support for Fenyang, as did others, Nox cast his gaze to the Death Watch Mandalorian as it rested on the man while he took a couple of steps toward him. "You are untested and I would remind you that were a "spinless mutt" too just like us before this opportunity was presented and handed to all of us." A pause was left there, a not-so-subtle message to Fenyang to watch his tone on how he was addressing them as he was still one of them and had been doing just the same before this without separating himself. "But, you do have a fire within you that certain leaders have lacked in recent times, one we need especially now. Let's see what you got. Clan Solus stands with you." But Nox would then still give the Mandalorian a nod of recognition. This was the way and Nox would always choose survival over anything else.
After he had given his vote, another Mandalorian had voiced her complaint about the situation of electing a Mand'alor under the guide of the Sith. As a representation of Clan Solus' compliance and sentiment into the election, Nox turned toward Zaia before stepping toward her, "Because we've had the chance to do such a thing in the past and failed." The Mandalorian would stop a respectable distance away but still towered over her, "It's time we evolve or we will die off." Nox's black visor would bear down on her, "This is the will of the Clans and our people. If you disagree with the Clans, then leave." There was no more time to bicker, it was time to finally be unified under one banner.
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