Tatlo || Horuz, Atrivis Sector
Rand could hardly believe the sprawling mass of ivory arranged in a series of three concentric discs below him was one city. Of course, he had seen bigger cities on worlds like Taris and Coruscant, but those covered so much of their respective planets that it was easy to accept that the planet just was a city. But these were something else. Architectural genius, beauty beyond compare. He could hardly find the words to describe it. Where would they even begin to make a difference in a place that big?
The answer, he suspected, lay on the eastern most disc. A large structure rose out of its center—large enough to be a city on its own. That was the Palace District. Despite a whole continent laying thousands of kilometers north of the city, the capitol of Tatlo was located here floating on top of the largest of the planet's tropical oceans. There the gears of power turned. And there, Mandalorian control of the planet would be decided. But only if they capitalized on the refugee crisis properly.
That, as it turned out, was harder than it seemed; and Rand wasn't all too sure how he felt about it to begin with. Song had invited him back to deal with his traitorous uncle. But he was no closer to achieving that goal in the months since she had found him in Mos Eisley. Was he truly out of exile yet? Was he once again part of his people?
It didn't matter. Not yet. Think of it as a job, Rand, he told himself. One you're not getting paid for.
They were descending in his ship. He, Song, and another Mandalorian he didn't know. Awkward silence had reigned for the past hour, but now that they were actually nearing the starport, he supposed it was time to get their plan straight. "We should side with the Mon Calamari," he said suddenly and bluntly. "If our mission succeeds, this planet will be the incubator of the new Mandalorian fleet. Everyone knows the people of Mon Cala are brilliant shipwrights." It was not fair, he knew, but they weren't here to be fair. They were here to do a job. To win. He added, "And supplies only stretch so far. We'd be forced to make a choice either way." @Song @Killa Ree