Brahe Sienar-Wren.
It was his full name, but to most people he was just Brahe Sienar. Both names had a significant meaning to them, but whereas one expanded his influence, the other was one to keep hidden as a means of safety. Clan Wren was as much a group of hunters as a group of hunted. There were many who sought to defeat mandalorians just to be able to claim the prized beskar armor from their lifeless corpses.
Since the Great Purge over a hundred years ago, the Mandalorians had become a scattered, nomadic people. Distrusting of force users, and in many cases outright hostile to them, most Mandalorians instead preferred a more secluded life. Many clung to the tenets of "the way", believing in the utmost importance of preserving Mandalore's warrior traditions and often becoming bounty hunters. Others forsook the creed entirely, choosing to live a life of peace and solitude.
Brahe's mother had chosen the latter, deciding to raise Brahe in a manner that might have been seen as unorthodox to the rest of the clan. While it was true that Brahe had been taught combat techniques from his mother, his father funding his formal education in starfighter engineering, the truth of the matter was that Brahe's childhood was devoid of any real trauma. He had received an excellent education, his parents were still together, despite being at philosophical odds, and he had never known true poverty, or what it meant to be a real Mandalorian in these trying times.
Perhaps it was intended- perhaps his mother simply sought a better life for him, as any concerned parent might. But what distaste the Clan held for Brahe's mother and her methods of raising her son, it was when Brahe joined the Jedi Order at the age of 13 that their distaste evolved into contempt. The Jedi were not to be trusted, and the Sith were no better.
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Krownest
Time: 2145
Brahe's TIE Hangar Bay
Not far from Brahe's home, there laid a moderately sized hangar bay. Shielded from the sheer cold and chilling winds of the night air outside, Brahe stood there, wearing his flight suit.
The hangar bay held a couple TIE variants- a TIE ranger seemed to be in the most operationally capable condition, and it was sitting in the center of the hangar bay. Parked along the sides were several other models in various states of repair- an old bomber, two TIE LNs, one of them an outland variant, and an interceptor were there with certain components missing or removed.
He had received word from his mother that cousin Song would be visiting, and although the Clan might have despised him and his mother, they were still family. To be honest, with how limited contact had been with the rest of the Clan, Brahe wasn't even really sure how many of them actually did hate him, were told to hate him, or perhaps didn't even actually hate him. What concerned him more was that this was a request made almost literally out of the blue. The one begrudging quality that the Clan accepted was that with Brahe's Sienar influence, he was a potential conduit for starships, weaponry, credits, and other equipment, if they could get him to influence his father's decisions.
He sighed, wishing his mom was here too, just in case this turned into an insult match, or worse- physical violence. But she had assured him that this particular contact was in dire straits. Helping her could be a way to make amends with the rest of the clan. Brahe crossed his arms and spoke first.
"My mom told me you'd be here...you already know the rest of the family doesn't like my mom and I....why ask for help now?" He said, raising an eyebrow.
@Feng Mian
It was his full name, but to most people he was just Brahe Sienar. Both names had a significant meaning to them, but whereas one expanded his influence, the other was one to keep hidden as a means of safety. Clan Wren was as much a group of hunters as a group of hunted. There were many who sought to defeat mandalorians just to be able to claim the prized beskar armor from their lifeless corpses.
Since the Great Purge over a hundred years ago, the Mandalorians had become a scattered, nomadic people. Distrusting of force users, and in many cases outright hostile to them, most Mandalorians instead preferred a more secluded life. Many clung to the tenets of "the way", believing in the utmost importance of preserving Mandalore's warrior traditions and often becoming bounty hunters. Others forsook the creed entirely, choosing to live a life of peace and solitude.
Brahe's mother had chosen the latter, deciding to raise Brahe in a manner that might have been seen as unorthodox to the rest of the clan. While it was true that Brahe had been taught combat techniques from his mother, his father funding his formal education in starfighter engineering, the truth of the matter was that Brahe's childhood was devoid of any real trauma. He had received an excellent education, his parents were still together, despite being at philosophical odds, and he had never known true poverty, or what it meant to be a real Mandalorian in these trying times.
Perhaps it was intended- perhaps his mother simply sought a better life for him, as any concerned parent might. But what distaste the Clan held for Brahe's mother and her methods of raising her son, it was when Brahe joined the Jedi Order at the age of 13 that their distaste evolved into contempt. The Jedi were not to be trusted, and the Sith were no better.
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Krownest
Time: 2145
Brahe's TIE Hangar Bay
Not far from Brahe's home, there laid a moderately sized hangar bay. Shielded from the sheer cold and chilling winds of the night air outside, Brahe stood there, wearing his flight suit.
The hangar bay held a couple TIE variants- a TIE ranger seemed to be in the most operationally capable condition, and it was sitting in the center of the hangar bay. Parked along the sides were several other models in various states of repair- an old bomber, two TIE LNs, one of them an outland variant, and an interceptor were there with certain components missing or removed.
He had received word from his mother that cousin Song would be visiting, and although the Clan might have despised him and his mother, they were still family. To be honest, with how limited contact had been with the rest of the Clan, Brahe wasn't even really sure how many of them actually did hate him, were told to hate him, or perhaps didn't even actually hate him. What concerned him more was that this was a request made almost literally out of the blue. The one begrudging quality that the Clan accepted was that with Brahe's Sienar influence, he was a potential conduit for starships, weaponry, credits, and other equipment, if they could get him to influence his father's decisions.
He sighed, wishing his mom was here too, just in case this turned into an insult match, or worse- physical violence. But she had assured him that this particular contact was in dire straits. Helping her could be a way to make amends with the rest of the clan. Brahe crossed his arms and spoke first.
"My mom told me you'd be here...you already know the rest of the family doesn't like my mom and I....why ask for help now?" He said, raising an eyebrow.
@Feng Mian