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The Shadow Veil
Unknown Regions
In the unknown regions, beyond the wall of the Midas Belt, lies the Shadow Veil. This dangerous region of space has been the source of legends and disappearances for as long as tales have traveled the galaxy. Thousands of derelict spaceships of all classes fill the morass, alongside the remains of millions of crewman, drifting forever silent in the cold vacuum.
And it was into this place that the Mandalorians had come.
Only they were stout enough of heart to brave its depths beyond the outer ring and traverse the graveyard of lost souls. And within the uncharted depths floated a small station, placed there a decade and a half ago as a final fallback for the Mandalorian Protectors and then forgotten. Forgotten, that is, by all but one. Sisk had led his Clan to this lost place in preparation for the coming war, one that they would fight by themselves if they must. But the meeting that he had called would determine whether or not they had to wage it alone.
At the edge of the Veil sat a small Mandalorian fleet, 20 fighters surrounding a Haranov gunship, waiting patiently for their guests. As ship after ship exited the Midas Belt they were greeted by their brethren through code phrases and digital handshakes between their shipboard computers through tight beam transmissions pushed through the comm jamming field. Precautions had been taken for this meeting, and they would be followed to the fullest. Once identities had been confirmed they were sent a single tight beam transmission with only a single phrase. “Shut down your navicomputer and prepare to be escorted into the Veil.” One by one the Mandalorian Ships were slaved to their fighter escorts and made a jump into the Veil, aiming for a known safe region near the Gamma Cluster. But their voyage ended early in one of the eyes of the storm, their escorts ending the jump at a predetermined time to bring the vessels out of hyperspace after traveling through a corridor that was suspiciously free of debris. This was but one mystery that the Veil had to offer to those willing to brave its depth.
The ships attached themselves to the docking arms of the Morut and disgorged their living cargo. The Mandalorians were met by members of the Verda, buckets off, who led them to various rooms throughout the station equipped with holoprojectors. Sisk would have preferred to have gathered all of his scattered brethren together in one room, but space constraints in this hidden place meant that he couldn’t. So he and his Clan had been forced to use a broadcast system throughout the station in order to carry his words of unity.
Sisk stood in the main hall of the station in his full armor, repaired and repainted in his new colors. Gold, grey, and black covered the plates and his buy’ce hung from his belt. Around his shoulders hung the snow white pelt of a Mandalorian Wolf, killed long ago on a hunt through the wilds of Manda’yaim. He looked every inch the leader of men he was. Addressing warriors meant that one needed to be able to stand among them. And for the purposes of today, he couldn’t just be another Alor. He had to be more than that. He had to be someone that could lead them all. Leading a united group like the Protectors had been easy. To bring these disparate groups together and turn their various ideals towards on goal would be the hardest thing he had ever had to do.
Marcus came in through the hatch and waved his hand over the holoprojector controls. A list popped up of the ship IDs that had come to the gathering. Sisk scanned them quickly and nodded. “A good gathering.” A grunt of agreement answered him as Marcus shut down the projector and handed Sisk his gun belt. With a nod Sisk buckled it around his waist and strapped the holsters to his thighs before sliding his Rippers into them. “Tell Elias to wipe the log entries and coordinate bearings from the ships. If the Imperials get nosey, at least all they’ll have is a region. Have him explain to the Captains why it must be done. Nothing hidden.” The quartermaster nodded and left the room, leaving the Alor alone with his thoughts.
Mandalorians started to trickle in, the armor different colors and cuts, but all distinctly Mando. There were no chairs or benches, just an empty room and the Mando who filled it, all different, and yet all the same. When they had all arrived Sisk walked forward and into the camera field of vision.
"Su cuy'gar ner vode. I apologize for the unusual means of coming here, but to keep those who wish to see us dead from finding us it is necessary." Behind him swirled the colors of the Veil, twisting and turning in the solar currents. "Welcome to Morut, and I welcome you here. My apologies for the separation. The station is not large enough for all of us to gather together so we have had to resort to holos for all of us to speak. But I promise that before you go we will have a chance to speak face-to-face. I know that many of us have been at odds before, but the fact that you have come means that the time has come to put aside our petty differences and come together again. The Empire thinks us gone, but I do not see a people who will be forgotten. I see my brothers and sisters, warriors all, who have come for the time of awakening. It is time for us to rise, vode."
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