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Srucayr bowed his head in understanding to Rytt. "I did offer once to leave should you wish it. I depart, but I wish the Moot well. There is no ill will against any here, as my loyalty lies to our people." His gaze would shift to Rytt. "There are no sides for our people, not if we are to...

Srucayr would only nod at her oath. She didn't need to make promises to him, but a verbal oath could never be broken. He knew Kad would one day call him home, so every promise or oath from the young gave him hope for the future of their kind. He made no effort at hiding his amusement with her...

The conflict in her eyes was one he had seen many times before. The most recent with Reiel, and her love of an outsider. It was a pairing that would be doomed to fail. But that would be a lesson she would have to learn on her own. This one, this one was definitely in love with a Solus, and she...

"No." Srucayr would reply. "Clan Solus hasn't even fought for Mandalore until recently. Nor would we follow a mercenary, we don't believe in fighting for coin, only for causes. He is doing good freeing slaves.. its what we did centuries past, before our people fell to this." His hands would...

Srucayr's gaze had shifted to Kotii. <"Boy, unlike your Clan, ours have never abandoned Mandalore. You have zero claim to anything and something you lack the experience to realize is leaders have no need to declare what they are. The first we met, you did just that. Ruffled your feathers and...

Srucayr nodded his head slowly. "Aye, I don't leave my own behind, and each loss is felt." His gaze drifted beyond her at the last part. "So do I. He needs to stand trial for what he has done to our people. And one day, I will be called to answer for my sins, be it the Republic who finds me or...

"Its a goal. One our people should all work towards. Many of our kind look to the stars for a way to restore our people, others have started their own laughable shadow of Mandalorian culture. If we want our people to rise, it starts here in the sector." His smile would fade, but the tone...

"I made peace long ago that I would not be alive to see our people united, or even our people restored to glory. It doesn't just happen overnight. I do what I can so that the future will struggle less then I did, so the future is brighter." He would add as she processed. These were some of his...

"Then talking we shall do." He would take a few steps over to where a trunk lay on forest floor and take a seat, setting his helm down beside him. "The Orar'da'yadr's goal is to restore Mandalore to its former glory. As much as we would love to unite the Clans, we are also aware of the fact that...

What it was to be young, he almost envied the young woman's pomp and demeanor. "Lost your Clan?" He asked with a slightly amused smile. "Can't have that, little sister. You are welcome amongst me and mine, if you like, at least until your Clan is located." His helm was tucked under his arm...

Srucayr only grew more amused as the girl stepped forward, her ignorance of their own history, even her own Clans, making him almost laugh. Then came the Vizsla. The irony of the Vizsla's words betrayed their own lack of knowledge in history. But their lack, was not Srucayr's. His body bore...

He would wait for the young woman to come down from her perch, his arms crossing as he waited. Luckily, he wouldn't have to wait long. When she removed her helmet, he would do the same, revealing dark skin bearing deep scars across one eye and along his face. Golden eyes would pierce her soul...

Srucayr would only nod in agreement with Rytt. "As would I. This is our world, and none but us have a claim to it. I've bled for it for decades, and I will continue bleeding for it." When the Solus members arrived his visored gaze would drift to them and when they spoke, it was the words of...

Srucayr felt Kad's pull guide him deeper into the forest and he trusted the will of his God. So with the humming came the taps of gauntlet on chest plate. The volume would drown out the scraping of metal on wood, and though on q different day it could have meant the end for the War Priest...

Mandalore. Home of Srucayr and the Orar'da'yadr. Proof of what war could do to a world and though many had abandoned it over a century ago, his Coalition did not. Could not. Their blood had mixed with the sand, and before that, the oceans, the forests. They could remember what it was like before...

Concord Dawn had been liberated. Malinkar had escaped and was now hiding somewhere, but the Coalition had begun the slow and long process of liberating Mandalorian Space and with it, uniting their people. Mandallia was no such different. It was apart of their peoples history, their space. So it...

Srucayr would walk through the damaged area, surveying the wounded and giving burial rites to any of his people that had died in the attack. Behind his visor, a disgusted look would fall upon the Aruetii that had stepped foot on Mandalore. It was the same look he held everytime he saw pirates or...

The Y wing wouldn't be alone. Two Fang fighters bearing the familiar markings of the Orar'da'yadr, the very marking that had adorned the beskar of Srucayr, a Mandalorian he had met years prior. The freighter would dip into a series of canyons, likely created from orbital bombardments centuries...

Srucayr would be aboard the kom'rk class transport heading for the scene after a pirates vessel made the strafing run. He had ordered some advance Fang fighters to chase off the pirate vessel. Once the ship landed, he would look around the chaos. "All because of idiots. They never learn to stay...

"Akaan Salyr, you see this? They're not even wearing real beskar." The tech said pulling up the recording. "So it's fan girls fighting fan girls?" Srucayr would say. "Scramble the stolen vessels and bomb their hovels." He remembered when he first met Thorne at some party. Guy seemed like an...