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Sundari, Mandalore
As quickly as the sun had peeked through it was gone, leaving them once again in the light of morning, shrouded by the cloudy skies. Jemma was feeling greater anticipation than she could remember having in many years. Even her nervousness heading into the No Mando'a mission didn't come close to superseding this, though her raw disgust at that mission had far exceeded it. She was just glad that she had Prudii here with her. There was nobody she would rather share this moment with.
Glancing over at the Mand'alor with admiration in her eyes, Jemma thought back to all the missions they had been on together, and she couldn't help but feel immensely proud of all he had done since discovering his true heritage, and taking the mantle that he rightfully deserved. Despite any and all failures he exhibited, however great or minor they may be, and whether mistakes of the past or the future, Jemma's undying loyalty and love for the man was set in stone.
It was probably something to do with her obvious insanity. Jemma felt like this was a long time coming. Of course, a great deal of planning had gone into this assault, and it had been years in the making, working through various leaders of the evolving group of true Mandalorians, but for some reason she felt like she had been waiting and waiting and WAITING for this moment, particularly in the last few weeks. It was almost as if someone was stalling the battles.
As Jemma came up on the door, the Mandalorian guards standing at the sides of the entrance to the palace gave them blank looks, and didn't bother moving to stop them. Jemma didn't provoke them at all, and simply raised her hand in greeting. "Hey fellas. Hope your day isn't too boring," Jemma said brightly, brushing past the men as they looked incredibly bored with their guard duty.
Jemma strolled briskly through the front doors of the building, calming her jittery feelings slightly. She was laced with excitement, and it was making her antsy for this to begin.
Continuing onward, Jemma went immediately to the lift, and took it straight up to the floor they needed, and when the doors slid open, Jemma's eyes widened in longing. The throne room of Mandalore sat before her in all its spectacular glory, and Jemma's desire to liberate the world of its unfortunate leadership only grew. The throne was unoccupied at the moment, meaning good old Brav Orale was likely otherwise occupied.
It was about a hundred meters long, and fifty wide. It had a large spacious roof, about 15 meters up, with ornate pillars leading to artistic yet functional set of rafters that stretched across the entire roof. All across the walls were stained-glass windows, and behind the turbolift car were a series of private rooms which meetings could be taken to. One such room also existed about 5 meters behind the throne - the Mand'alor's office.
Jemma stepped off the turbolift, waiting for Prudii to do the same before firing a shot into the turbolift controls, forcing the doors to slide shut and disabling the lift. Nobody would be coming up that way, so they had some privacy with those on the floor, for the moment. Jemma licked her lips beneath her mask in anticipation for what was to come. This was what they had been waiting for.
This was where they would take back their world. Mandalore would be as the phoenix—consumed in fire, only to be reborn from the ashes, with majesty even greater than before.