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[Kotii Solus]

THEME
approaching the Black Keep - Mandalore - late evening local time
open to Mandalorians​

The planet Mandalore had a reputation of its own with its desolate landscape. Imagining any other sight seemed unfathomable for generations. Kotii was not a terraformer or even a farmer with an honest living like many other Mandalorians. He was a hunter and warrior for House Solus. Once the mightiest of all Mandalorian houses, his entire people were a shattered fraction of what they once were.

Kotii recalled his mother's wisdom. '<We must remain illusive, Kot'ika. Like quicksilver. Our enemies can try to crush us an we may scatter but we will always come back together.>' Of course the young mind of the youth at the time had said that also meant they were just as likely to separate. An inevitable crushing force would come sweeping through the galaxy, unless it was the Mandalorians doing the conquest.

Ahead of him the darkened walls seemed even more ominous in the evening light. His own crimson armor did not show very well in the mountainous range as the sun was an hour or so away from fully setting. The brightness of star that shared its name with planet was not blinding though the darkened parts of his armor had been somewhat heated amidst his own exertion from the hike. Even for a well trained Mandalorian, the pilgrimage that Ha’rangir’s Chosen had to take was appropriate for its difficulty. Part of him had worried if he would reach the Black Keep by nightfall.

It was a site that held historical value and represented the cultural practices and believes his people once held. Many still did. Kotii was a practical man. His mixed blood and harsh upbringing did not make him a particularly spiritual individual over the years. However, he wanted to see the shrine aimed towards the god of destruction. His interest in the old ways that tied them to greatness had brought him here. More Mandalorians had been witness in recent times. One had been a Captain in the Sector Rangers even from what the Bounty Hunter had heard.

A meeting outside of the old city of Sundari added to Kotii Solus's curiosity. It had turned out to not be anything malicious. The Solus clan members in the area had mostly refrained from showing themselves at the gathering, preferring to observe as they had for centuries and keep to the ways that their ancestors had done. Perhaps there would be Mandalorians waiting for him. While the man wasn't a follower of The Way, like the 'children of the watch' the Mandalorian was a keeper of his own practices and opinions.

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[Laren Vano]

This is the first time in over seven long years that Laren had made his way back to Mandalore. It felt ominous to him. His Clan was wiped before on this very planet. He hadn’t felt any sort of love for it. Though he heard of a gathering here. He couldn’t help but think of his brother and his friend that he had made when he decide to come here.

“Rakiss, brother, I have sent you coordinates to the Black Keep. Mandalore. It’s time we go back home and attend this gathering. I’ll see you when you arrive.”

His message was sent to his brother through the comms link they had shared. He knew this was an event his brother need to be a part of. Clan Vano must show they still live, and that they have much to offer. Laren brought the ship into atmosphere and passed the Keep flying through with The Unforced. After landing his ship out side of the gates. He exited, leaving his droid companions behind on the ship. That would only cause questions, questions hadn’t felt like answering.

His boots hit the dirt. The darkness was setting in. He had to get to the Keep soon. Otherwise dangers were afoot. The journey was long. Troubling. His endurance was being tested. Though it was expected for a journey as such. Ups, downs, branches, roots. All different things he had to prepare to cross. The real difficulty would be beating sundown.

“Cas, meet here. These are the coordinates to Black Keep. I want you there. Show Clan Praxor still lives. We shall meet more of our people here. I’ll see when you arrive.”

The message sent out to his friend to join the journey. This was the right thing to do. The younger of the two Vano’s had made it atop a large hill that he could see the Black Keep from. It was beautiful. Rugged, but beautiful. If there was one thing the ancients knew, it was architecture. He had looked into the distance and saw something. Zooming in with his sight enhancer he noticed a person. No, a Mandalorian. Looked to be the same one he came across once before. This was definitely the place to be going then.

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[Minerva Wren]

Yards away another figure clad in green armor trekked through the treacherous path. The sky continued to darkened while the wind howled its mighty fury. Her scarf flapped backwards repeatedly Minerva pressed on. She had been hiking on foot nearly all day and despite having a lifetime of training and experience her whole body was sore all over.

I nearly died here years ago but I never went inside the Keep.

She grimaced, remembering why. At the time she came to the mountain to scatter the ashes of her adopted father as it was his final wish. Sometimes Minerva almost believes that she can hear his voice amidst the wind.

Don’t you dare quit on me b'ami'r. Did ya really think it would ever be easy?

“No Sajpr I won’t. Not now not ever.” Minerva whispered, more to herself than the hallucinating voice. As she neared the destination the warrior couldn’t help but recall her purpose here.

Clan Wren received word of an upcoming gathering at the Black Keep. They weren’t sure whether to trust it or not. Hence why my mother in law messaged me yesterday to go and check it out. If it is genuine I will serve my clan as it’s voice.

Determination swelled within her despite the aches all over. While committed to carrying out this sacred duty Minerva couldn’t help but recall how the last Mandalorian gathering turned out. The very memory caused the widow to shake her head in disgust.

The only good that came of it was that some of us were able to purge the capital of looters and save it from bombardment later. Subsequently she tense up, reminded that was when she met her future beloved, Armand Wren. Her hands squeezed in silent grief, nevertheless she climbed up the next hill.

Just as she did Minerva beheld the shadow colored Keep. Bowing her head in respect she then looked up, spotting a figure in some distance away followed by another. Hoping it was fellow Mandalorians Minerva nevertheless made sure her hands were within reach of her dual pistols as she approached them.

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[Rakiss Vano]

Rakiss has landed on mandalore for an hour now. Some time after his younger brother Laren sent him the coordinates.... For him he was a bit uneasy not normal for the oldest of clan Vano. He wasn’t that old in fact him and his brother were young for heading a clan together.

This was a show of will, it was one things to roam the galaxy trained and ready for the hunt but being around other hunters who had played the game longer was not what he was used to. Mandalorians were either friends to one another or had old ties that craved blood. Either way Rakiss had to show his face here at this gathering his father and mother did before they died.

Now heading a new clan with Laren it was to show their bloodline still kept to this mortal life and were not to be counted out or thought less of by others. Soon he leaves his ship his body forcing him to take one step after another, no matter what he would encounter he would do this for his family and his honor.

“I won’t be too far behind brother..... it’s time to see who has remained strong during these times. Our clan is hidden but out true strength will be known someday.”

He said to himself as he started down a path he heard of in stories. he shook his nerves and fell silent, and kept his steady pace through the dark growing landscape, all the time he spent chasing a dream of redemption for a clan nearly killed off and he had almost forgot what the real homeworld looked like.

He knew the path would be hard even more so now due to his late start. But Rakiss had headed his parents teachings, “Know the peace of war..... and it shall be yours...” He whispered, his fathers worlds meaning once one shall know how it can bring a person closer to life being close to death. Being able to see the glory in a place of darkness, one is never truly lost or fazed by any task. His body would feel the journey the black armor, it’s accents of red crimson have been battered over the years but not once had it fell, he would continue that streak

After some time he could finally see it, Black keep. Just as his parents said when he was but a small boy learning his clans way, getting dark he picked up his pace making his way to his end goal, what all it would entail he wasn’t sure but non the less he would do his best to represent the clan he and his brother fought and bled for.

He stopped a moment catching his breath, looked to his hands the gauntlets on his arm bracers bearing the claws of a beast of legend his brother also bearing the same on his armor. He wasn’t nervous anymore his own feats and ability spoke more truth to himself to not worry. All that was left was to meet his brother. In time he slowed and came to the front of the Black keep. Figures stood there as well.... others of his kind. He looked for Laren... it was quiet and he wanted to see his brother by his side before the Brothers of clan Vano entered for this event.

His gaze from his Vizor was met by others he don’t know any of them, seeing this many mandalorians outside ones clan was rare, he walked slow and methodical. Everyone here was a warrior in their own right, as such there is a respect that is unspoken and given to each other. Regardless of clan mandalorians would defend the other if the time called for it.... or that’s what he remembered. He didn’t speak a word instead stoped to be off aside from the others to have Learen easily see him.

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[Casany Praxor]

Spoiler: Music OOC

You know I’ve been to one of these shindigs before, right? Last time the Mandalorians congregated on Mandalore they went to war with each other with words. Words are wind. I shut mine up and tore away with others as smart as me, like that Minerva I mentioned, to cure the planet of a pirate plague. For what? Not much if enough.

Now you ask me to come back and do it all over again? To show that Clan Praxor still lives? Is Casany Praxor not enough?

For you, vod, I’ll give this another go. This time, though, we better take the hammer to the anvil, or Anvil is walking out.

Moments after Cas had sent that message as a response to Laren Vano, she sat in the cockpit of the Winged Pike going to war with herself. The thoughts became questions, the questions became doubts, the doubts came as words spoken aloud and a fist found the console before a hand found a flask.

Her droid had not been much help. “I hear those broken domes look quite formidable from the right angle, Captain,” he had said. “So does my boot in your ass,” she had said.

In the end, Casany Praxor remembered the teachings of her own clan; of her mother. “The clan is strong, Cas, but only as strong as the hammer; tough but only as tough as the anvil; burning with life but only as hot as the forge that creates it.”

From that day forward, upon first hearing those words, the girl had taken hammer to anvil and on that anvil came armor. Upon understanding those words that girl became a woman and that woman became the hammer.

Here she was today, braving a barren world in the hopes of reclaiming it. This truly was not much different than the years before when the Mandalorians had returned to Mandalore with the same hope.

Cas had been there. She had killed to keep the claim. In the end it was still an ended Mandalore, but not entirely. Hope remained. Where it did, so did the Mandalorians.

No ship could scale the mountain meant for feet, so her own two wrestled with the earth and onward she climbed. Cas came alone, heeding the call of her friend, Laren, but more importantly her own. Friend… She humphed behind her visor. Guess he has become that after all...him and his brother both.

They were probably ahead of her by now, maybe having already reached the Black Keep, but soon enough they and others would be greeted with the sight of a figure clad in armor just like theirs, only hers was red and gold. A red poncho covered her torso, pulled up at the shoulders to reveal beskar plating.

She had reached the top, her mind a mess of whether she should have come or not, but behind those plates was a heart that raced.

 

[Ramail Lone]

Mandalore.

A blessed and accursed name that reverberated through time, louder than any other. A name that ran like marrow through the bones of Ramail and her kin.

And here was a planet to embody it.

It was her first time on her ancestral world. Ancestral in spiritual terms, not in genetic, but that only made the reverence she felt much, much stronger. It was barren, beaten, and broken - but alive. A place in true alignment with its people. From the cockpit of her starfighter, she could spy the old domes that sprouted like polyps on a pale reef. Below her, the foremost of them - the old capital city of Sundari - nested, gray against the surrounding wasteland. It was down there that she had an errand as a representative for clan Lone. She couldn't forget that, although reverence and curiosity about finally being on Mandalore was eating away at her discipline.

There will be time for exploration later. After the meeting.

Her clan had not had much to do with the other remaining Mandalorian clans, at least not in her living memory. No attempt had been made, neither by them nor by their kinsmen, to reach out. Unsurprisingly, the invitation to attend a clan meeting on the old homeworld had raised more than a single eyebrow among her clansfolk. However, there were some things that even the passing of time couldn't erase from a true Mandalorian. For although there had been kinstrife in the past, and probably would in the future, when a rallying cry called the clans to unite under one banner, Mandalore's children answered.

Ramail wanted to believe that something like that could be happening. But she didn't count on it. "Would be a monumental task to restore what was lost," she muttered to herself as she guided the starfighter through the relatively sparse flow of air traffic to the old city. It seemed like the old ways had preserved themselves better in small enclaves. Perhaps that was how things were meant to remain. And this meeting might be nothing more than a chance for boisterous bounty hunters to share stories of glory and gain. She shook her head, wondering which of the two groups her people would fall under. Dutiful restorationists? Or people with an attitude barely better than that of a common criminal?

Ramail would know. She had spent a fair amount of time in the latter category. She now wondered what, if anything, could place her in the ranks of the first. A grunt escaped her lips. Perhaps it was too late for that already.

Time would tell.

 

[Reiel Mal Crowholde]

Another trip to Mandalore, but this time it wasn't just a simple visit but a pilgrimage. Perhaps it was something the Mando'ade must do for the whole duration of their existence, and her being away from both clan and home to execute the responsibilities she received from an aruetii she trusted with her life could not take this particular responsibilty from her. Reiel was a Mandalorian first and foremost, and no one could ever take it away from her no matter how close they were in her heart.

She would never ask Carrick to shed away the life he knew just so he could be with her in accordance to her people's Creed, and she knew he would never ask her to give up her identity as a Mandalorian for him. Trust worked both ways, and they proved countless of times that they had each other's backs.

Through thick or thin.

Red crept up her face, not just from the exertion of scaling one of Mandalore's highest mountains to reach her destination. The small Mandalorian sat down to catch her breath, cloak billowing behind her as a strong gust of wind swept past. One gloved hand lifted to pull up her helmef, enough to show the lower half of her face as she took a sip of water from the canteen she was carrying.

Buir had already seen with his own eyes the glory and majesty the Black Keep had to offer, as did the rest of her kinsmen. The Orar'da'yadr, her vod Srucayr's clan, had been kind and generous enough to welcome Clan Crowholde in their midst, and the elders of her clan – except her Father, for reasons he would not tell her – had enthusiastically offered their devotion and cause of the Akaan Salyre. War Priests from Clan Crowholde? While it wasn't a path Reiel knew she could not take, it did not make her any less proud of her clanmates for them to have finally found a higher purpose worth fighting for.

Her helmeted head tipped upwards to gaze at the looming structure that was her destination. So close, and yet still so far from reach. She wouldn't reach the Black Keep if she kept sitting pretty on top of a boulder now, would she? And so with renewed vigor the small Mandalorian hopped off her perch and resumed the climb.

She climbed alone, with no other beings in sight, and Reiel reverted back to what she usually did to entertain herself whenever she found herself in her lonesome. Perhaps her singing would summon the company of friends? Of kin?

Or maybe an enemy, who knew? Good thing she was prepared, wasn't she? It would be unbecoming of her if she was suddenly caught unawares now, correct?

"Kandosii sa kyr'am ast,
Troan teroch Mando'ad a'den,
Duraan vi at ara'nov.
Vode an, ka'rta tor.
Kote!"​

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[Kotii Solus]

The resolute fortress walls and sheer mountain faces were a monument to endurance. Arasuum, god of both endurance and stagnation. Even the destructive forces that had damaged the cities of Mandalore and decimated the wildlife over the ages had not caused the Black Keep to crumble. Whether it be Kad Har'rangir's blessing or some other testament on spiritual bases, it gave the Mandalorian comfort to see the sturdy structure.

After admiring it for a moment, the Echani offshoot looked over his shoulder and noticed others behind him. The zoom of his Head's Up Display closed in on the more distant figures. There would be some time before all arrived and there were still possibly some waiting inside. Without saying a word, Kotii turned back around and entered the Black Keep.

Inside, warm light would come from deeper within fortress. Movement and armored figures were heard and seen as Kotii's assumption proved correct. There were a few with sigils he recognized and of clans that had a shared allegiance. However there were others that were strange to him and a few he could guess. The inside of the Black Keep was warm and safe from the outside elements and the red armored warrior kept going deeper into the fortress, not stopping at the doortep.

Kotii came to what he described as a shrine. Spacious enough to also be used as a meeting room for clan leaders or a moderate number of warriors, the Northern wall had a fresco with warriors engraved along its back and attempting great feats. Turning his head to the side as he he approached, Kotii wondered how many others had laid eyes on it over the years. How many Mandalorians had found sanctuary here or used the wisdom of their ancestors to get here.

People could rest out of the elements here. His own body was going to be feeling the ache tomorrow. When he spoke up, he did so in Mando'a. "I'm glad to see so many of us gathered here. I was hoping to have an audience but this was more than I expected. I'm Kotii Solus, of House Solus, and I would like to unite us." Underneath the red and black helmet his expression turned to a smile. Now they just had to wait until everyone arrived.

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[Laren Vano]

Laren finally made it to the Keep. It was glorious. As he waited his brother’s arrival he looked at the members of the other clans. There much more than he planned to see. The members of his own were not as large as some others but they were strong. Clan Vano is strong.

The younger of the two Vano brothers found Rakiss at last. It was good to see his blood here.

“Brother! Please follow me I know where the meeting is held.”

As Laren lead his elder brother he would walk into the Black Keep. The inside more beautiful to see than the outside. So many armored men and women of Mandalore standing together in a single place without bloodshed. Surely this was a meeting for what he had been seeking out for a while.

Unity.

The thought of seeing a whole people together again and ready to become a giant force once more had been in his mind since he was young. He had to go about this the right way.

As the pair of brothers walked to see who was speaking he noticed the Mandalorian by the name Kotii Solus. He had met the man before. Only once. Laren listened as he also spoke of unity. It was good to know that he wasn’t the only one who had wished it. So Laren would speak up as well.

“The unity of Mandalore would solidify our position in the galaxy once more. We could become as great as our ancestors before us! Before the Clone Wars! When our people slayed any opposers and had been feared by the galaxy!”

Laren had made his way beside Kotii and stuck out his arm in respect of the Mandalorian.

“I will always fight for unity. There is only one thing I ask if you Vod. We have an election, for the new Mandalore. The one we follow true. We will take back this planet and claim the dark saber, and the one elected will lead our people.”

Laren looked Kotii in the eyes through their visors. It was a simple request. Surely the fellow warrior could come to terms with that. If not, it would surely feel as though it were another dictatorship. Laren couldn’t stand to see another person rise to power, in an unrighteous path.

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[Minerva Wren]

Reaching the entrance Minerva looked around at her surroundings, examining those who had arrived as well. Most she didn’t recognize except for two, Cas and Reiel. The widow nodded to both in silent greeting though she imagined Reiel wouldn’t know who she was due to the extensive modifications of her armor. There will be time to catch up later Minerva concluded.

Following the ones in front into the ancient fortress Minerva paused, taking a few moments to gaze upon the interior. Pride, sadness and reverence swirled within her soul. Even if this gathering proves to be a waste of time I will not regret coming to this sacred ground. Soon enough she noted there were already Mandalorians present.

Not wanting to waste another moment she resumed her march. Minerva then entered the shrine with the engraving briefly admiring before focusing on her bethern. Crossing her arms over the chest Minerva said while the one called the meeting introduced himself. Through the visor Minerva raised an eyebrow in growing curiosity.

Solus is a name I haven’t heard except in the ancient tales of Raz and Learndos. Never meet anyone bearing that clan title until now. That thought was interrupted when Koli explained his reason for this assembly. A snort of amusement escaped her.

Just like that huh? I won’t deny he is ambitious.

Soon enough another warrior spoke up, proclaiming he will fight for unity and making his suggestion on how they need to do it. Two years ago she would’ve readily accepted such a proclamation but now she needed more than that to be convinced. Pausing to look back at her people she introduced herself. “I am Minerva of Clan Wren.”

Turning back to Kotii the widow then removed her helmet, letting him see her hardened expression. Placing the helm at the left hip she finally said.

“I appreciate the fact you got to the point quickly so let me be clear as well. I don’t know or trust you. What are your intentions exactly with this proposed unification? My clan needs more than just some kriffing call for past glories!”

 

[Rakiss Vano]

Rakiss had followed Laren inside the sacred site. It was more impressive than his parents had described, but he could take in the sights at a later time for now he was there to see why they had all been called.

But when he finally did find out the mandalorian that had called them all made it short and blunt, Rakiss didn’t know how to feel at first standing silent beside his younger brother.... thinking of the past his father would spin tales off.

In his silence his brother spoke up loud and bluntly as well his stance on the words being told to the group... Rakiss although not disagreeing was a little annoyed at the fact he spoke without him. Clan Vano was run by two heads.... himself and Laren, and although he had a right to speak he would have liked to be kept in the loop before things were told to this group they haven’t had time to meet or learn more about.

Minerva had spoken her mind and rightly so, clan wren was well known and respected. It was no surprise on her stance of the statements and Rakiss thought it was well put. At this point he came fourth and stood closer to his brother and Kotii, looked to her, and gave her that same respect taking his helm from his head, he was young him and his brother both but non the less they were clan leaders as well and knew not to act too foolish especially in these manners. “In that case I presume introductions are in order, Laren thank you for your input..... now I give you welcome Minerva of clan wren.” Rakiss nodding his head as a show of respect “I am Rakiss of clan Vano...... eldest and one of two of its remaining original blood like.” The small cloth draped around his neck and upper body was of greyish of color, he swept it slightly revealing his clans symbol on his left shoulder.

“This one before you.” He said pointing to the bigger mandalorian beside him being Laren. “Is Laren of clan Vano youngest of us and co leader of the clan.....my Parents spoke highly of your clan while they still drew breath, I believe they helped us long ago when we left mandalore, seeing I’m still here to tell of it I hold your clan in high regard as well.”

He took a step closer being just in front of Laren, call him protective but Rakiss was carful with him, being the only family he had left that was blood. “I understand you feel the words you hear are ambitious, or even laced with falsehoods in some way. Me myself have my own thoughts of this. But I myself have thought about this for some time. Do I want this for our people?”

He paused and looked to the rest making sure they could hear his tone and words “Yes.... yes I do, clan Vano was almost brought to extinction being only me and Laren left.... we were only small boys in this galaxy” He lifted his right hand to show the claws on his gauntlet “We clawed our way and made the clan anew and hold strength in our own right. To some of you this means nothing, but understand our people have been torn too long for if it were not my Parents would be here now not me, a mandalorian as young as I and Laren would not be forced to hold a clans life in our hands.

He lowered his hands and still spoke. “No longer would we have to worry about our own hides when we could call on one another, still to this day our people still fight in parts of the galaxy even if there are few of us left. We used to hold the galaxy in our hands, we told great stories of bravery, love, glory, family, death, hardship. All this and more. But we did it together no matter what symbol we represented, we used to bl together did we not? Came so close to bringing an order of the force to their knees?”

Rakiss looked around his visors stared back at him, but he wouldn’t cower now he was already speaking his own truth looking again to Minerva “So I ask.... where has that fire gone? I’ll stand here and ask you not to be brash against my brother, or the one who summoned us. Your questions are valid, and I respect your reservation one thing should be clear how ever. Some of us are young.... not just me or Laren. Forced to lead and bury our kin too soon.”

Rakiss paused a moment thinking to his parents, a slight sympathy could be seen in his eyes. “Your clan has its stories too we all suffer in some way, but to anyone here that comes serious don’t take us young as fools... I myself have thought of having the clans unite for this I’ll do what I can me and Laren both. How ever you want to do this we can work on and I’ll respect, but I’m sure when it comes to who will lead..... I expect none of anyone here to stay silent. That can be said about me as well. So I’m sure clan Wren can back up any promises or actions taken here..... as for my clan and anyone who want to be taken serious, let us find common ground for how things will proceed and we can waste no time.”

Rakiss walks back to Laren and looks to him and gives a slight smile, he was happy his brother spoke non the less, then looking to Kotii nodding to him showing approval, then looking to the rest and posed the question “What say all of you?” Rakiss was truthful he was young him and Laren, but clan Vano had a history known to a few, its leaders were not to be toyed with, his clan may not be as well known but Rakiss was never a man to back down even when a bigger cath hound beard fangs. He took his leadership serious, and non the less any chance to get his hand in on what could help his clan and put him in a position of status to help his people, all who bear the traditions of mandalorians he would do anything.

He knew what it was like to claw for life and for his kin, he had no reservation of doing it again. He was smart, his clan before that terrible accident in his younger years saw it, and his father encouraged his tactful thinking. Now he only wished as this went others would listen and he made his Kin of the past proud of his action.

 

[Casany Praxor]

Spoiler: Music OOC

The Black Keep was just so; a keep that was black. Cas had never been much for brushing up on the lore of her people or their homeworld, despite holding true to her own history and traditions. That said, the Praxors had been something of an independent clan, learning to survive the Purge by keeping low, and sometimes that meant ignoring the pursuits of fables and treasures as much as it meant a Mandalorian taking off the helmet to mingle with the mundane.

She walked the mountain to wander the halls, and inside the fortress her pace was as steady as outside; the rock that she had climbed in the open air as formidable as the stone that now surrounded her.

In the room that was to be the meeting, the Mandalorian found her place with and without everyone else; she was not the type to cross her arms in a shadowed corner, nor search for the tallest chair, but simply stood in the first spot that was open enough to keep close while keeping distant.

House Solus. Cas took note. There was ‘clan’ and there was ‘house’. The latter was greater than the former, generally. Clan Praxor did not much care and neither did Cas Praxor. She simply stood staring at everyone else, exchanging a nod with Minerva, a Mandalorian she was familiar with on more than one occasion, while scoping out the Vano brothers of Laren and Rakiss.

When the former spoke, Cas tilted her head to listen. She knew Laren better than most, had become friends with the man, but she just as much remembered the fool at the cantina who had only out-drank her because she had been more drinks into the night than he was.

Now he was speaking of uniting the Mandalorians just like this Kotii was, and so far Cas had heard it all before. So had Minerva. Laren, though, he wasn’t just speaking of Mandalore but also of Mandalore; of the planet and the one to lead the Mandalorians. Will it be you, boy? She mused. Will you lead our people with this ‘dark saber’? Will your brother? Will Kotii Solus?

Minerva, as blunt as always, earned a grin from Cas behind her visor. The two had taken on pirates and gamblers and everything in between, scorching and slaughtering like the Mandalorians of old. This one expected no less from the other. Past glories were just that: in the past.

After Rakiss Vano gave his speech, Cas took a breath, held it, sighed like a bored bantha and stepped forward. She might have taken the helmet off but felt no need to do so. If anyone watched her step with enough interest on the good old HUD zoom then they would have seen the signets of an anvil and a sun on either pauldron; neither being creatures, of course, but whatever.

“I say...that I am done saying...but not enough to not say so... Everything we are saying now has so far been said before; done before. You want unity?” She looked at Rakiss, looked at Laren, looked at Kotii. “You want a united front? A union of Mandalorians?” Don't we all?

“You,” she pointed at Laren. “You want a leader? Look around you. There’s your leader. You want a dark saber? Go paint one.” Then at Rakiss. “You don’t want to waste time? Then don’t waste it on a mountain of words.” Kotii. “You want to unite us? Here we are, here you go, take it or leave it.” Cas shrugged. “Same thing for this planet. We either take it or we leave it. But if we attempt it yet again, ner’vods, then it’s do or die.” She shook her head. “I will kriffing kill anyone who pulls away from this repeat of history, myself included.”

 

[Ramail Lone]

Ramail landed her starfighter at the foot of the mountain and began the climb to the Black Keep. Her progress was slow; she had never been at this fortress before, wasn’t familiar with the reliable holds in the rock walls, the footpaths that could crumble, sending travelers to their deaths. Before long, a sweat had broken out on Ramail’s skin. She could feel it stick uncomfortably to the jumpsuit she wore underneath her beskar, itching, gnawing at areas of skin that were particularly vulnerable. She welcomed it. Pain was a necessary part of walking in the footsteps of one’s ancestors.

Eventually, she made it to the keep. Reverence – once again, that word seemed the most fitting to describe her experience. The front gate and the walls loomed above her, imposing its power, its place in history, their history, on the young Zabrak. “You chose me,” it seemed to say. “You chose me, and so I stand eternal.” A choice made and sealed with blood and agony, much stronger than any natal bond, as her brother had so vehemently shown.

That was his lesson to you, Ramail thought as she entered through the front gate, alone, isolated, possibly the last vod to arrive. Aruetii can grow from the ranks of the Mando’ade. You’d do well to remember that.

Inside the keep, Ramail had to control her curiosity. So many ancient artefacts; tapestries, statuettes, portraits, rugs – the list seemed endless as she made mental notes of all the things she saw walking along the corridors towards the great hall. She had researched the outlay of the building in advance, so she knew where to go. But she didn’t actually need it. It felt like she was guided by threads of history. Besides, the muffled voices emanating from somewhere in the otherwise silent keep had to come from the meeting.

The voices led her into a different room, however. Smaller and resembling a shrine or altar room, it was already full of vode. The fresco was the second thing to catch her eye as she entered, large and imposing though it was. The first was the number of differently-coloured armour present in the room. A true moot, she remarked to herself. She didn’t see anyone else with the unassuming maroon and dark grey of Clan Lone. Too few of us left. Perhaps my enclave is truly all there is of Lone. Fitting name.

The debate was already underway when Ramail joined the others. She did not get much of a welcome, nor would she have expected one. Despite how monumental this gathering of so many different clans at a location with so much symbolic meaning truly was, Ramail (and she suspected everyone else) was not here for formalities. She was here for answers.

Judging by the Clan Vano representative's input, the red-and-black coloured vod had brought forth something that Ramail failed to understand the magnitude of, simply because she couldn't believe that was what they were all really there for.

He had put forth a claim for the mantle of Mand'alor.

The Zabrak removed her helmet, tugging it between arm and the side of her body whilst running her other hand back to unbind the braid of black hair, deftly avoided her cranial horns as she did so. Her face was calm, interested, perhaps a little surprised as she listened to the vode talking, last of which was woman whose words to the previous speakers sounded like a challenge in Ramail's ears. The talk was on how to choose the leader; who was to lead; whether words or actions secured the leadership role. It seemed ludicrous to Ramail that they were even talking about these things. A leader? Leading what? A ghost crew on a ship of Mandalore, too busy arguing for their own standpoint to be able to find common ground?

There was a lull after the woman spoke, whilst her words still resounded along the walls of the room - or perhaps Ramail's ears were fooling her. She suspected that the others wouldn't stay silent for long, so she decided to relay the things that her clan had wished to contribute to the conversation.

A small lull for a small clan's small contribution.

"Ner'vods," she began, voice firm, but eyes fixed on the ground ahead of her. "My name is Ramail. I'm here on behalf of my clan, Lone, and we ask: Is this truly why we're here? To be kingmakers, all?" She shrugged, gesturing at the room they were in with her free hand. "Can't have a Mand'alor without a Manda'yaim, can you? A ruler needs a people, just like a mando'ad needs a clan. Perhaps the first order of business ought to be what kind of home we want to create, not whoever is going to lead us there."

A sigh escaped Ramail's lips as she hoped the meaning of 'home' was apparent to all. It was home not in a physical sense, but a spiritual one. She finally looked up from the floor, and the others would be able to detect a resolve and perhaps a hint of something resembling disdain in her eyes as she looked at them all in turn. "Our forebears allowed moderation to bloodlet our people until they were left entropied and deflated. No wonder the carrion birds came swooping in. I wonder whether we've all rebuilt the strength and resolve needed for what you have in mind to do."

"Clan Lone is shadow of its former self, as I know most of your clans are, too," she went on. "We're small - small enough to be insignificant to kingmakers. But we live according to a simple understanding: that a mando'ad is only as strong as their adherence to our tradition, the unbending resolve that placed our people at the pinnacle of power, and the lack of which tore us asunder." She breathed deeply. "Clan Lone believes the old ways to be the new way forward. Whoever leads us on that way is less important."

Having said her piece and delivered her clan's message, Ramail took a step back and slapped lazily at her long braid. "But as I said: we're small. Insignificant, perhaps. So do what you will with it."

 

[Kotii Solus]

Kotii turned to look at Laren as he spoke up. The man smiled underneath his helmet and nodded as he listened. When he stuck out his arm Kotii clasped it with his own and gave it a firm shake. The matter of an election that followed however, that was up for discussion.

He didn't respond before a Wren came forward. The man recognized her iconography and he expected as much and was glad to see it coming from one of their clan members. "I don't expect you to trust me. Just like I don't expect anyone to follow an elected leader who the others do not believe in..." His head turned to look at Laren this time letting him know that might not be what he had in mind. "The title of Mand'alor is earned, historically speaking. But that's not why I'm here."

The next Mandalorian that responded was the brother of Laren and told Kotii's Minerva's name. He seemed far more diplomatic than Laren and had a better way with words. The crimson armored Mandalorian had expected he would be the one doing a lot of the talking early on but a part of him felt a little less nervous about having to do such a thing. Reaching up to his own helmet, he would disengage the seal and pull the bucket off and holding it by his hip. The scar across his forehead and the black mask he wore remained. The crimson irises looked first toward Minerva in acknowledgement before turning towards the rest.

"Well said...all of you...there is a lot to talk about." His helmet turning to Cas after her passionate words and took no offensive by them. But it showed him how tired they were of things being the same. Take it or leave it? Oh I'm definitely here to take it.

Finally, hearing a particularly articulate zabrak introduce themselves as Ramail. A slight chuckle came from Kotii as she she repeated the thinking everyone was having. "Comrades, I am not here for the title of Mand'alor. I do not have the darksaber or any other claim. I have brought you here for a meeting so that you might listen and hear what I have to say. But I am here because of needed leadership. I intend on leading House Solus as its Alor." Some might know what that meant while others didn't. It seemed like many clans were very small but some of the sigils were the same ones sung about in old songs.

"I am asking you, your leaders to join me and House Solus. I plan on working with the leadership of MorataCorp for those of you that are aware of the AMS outbreak." That was one source of income and work for the participants. Medical supplies and assistance were necessary for any planet and having ties with them as Kotii tried to make a new foundation for his people would be essential. Not to mention he hoped to study their crusader class corvette they were said to be using as of late.

"Together..." he gave Rakiss another nod "...a supercommando unit can provide mercenary services for aruetii will bring revenue and earn a standing." That was pretty business as usual for the Mandalorian community only now they wouldn't be getting pitted against one another or take advantage of by outsiders. "I'm reaching out to others and finding out where old MandalMotors workshops are and trying to connect with current operations. We can begin to make Mandalorian space our own again, truely. While that happens I plan to set up new outposts in the Concord Dawn, Ordo, Kalvela systems. There are some beyond that are a bit much for us right now but..."

The Mandalorian looked over those who had gathered here. "I'm not saying it will be easy but we can live in the galaxy and not be in hiding. Perhaps after that...ask me if I'll take on the mantle." Kotii gave a slight smile revealing slightly exaggerated canines and followed it with a wink towards Ramail. He didn't believe they needed a Mand'alor. The title held so much history and weight with it and Kotii was worried enough as it was with the responsibility he was undertaking. He wanted to provide and make good on any promises he made more than he wanted to hold a position of power. Now it was just a matter of whether or not they wanted to participate in House Solus affairs. Some clans had once sworn allegiance to one house or another. It was also the time to bring up any objections or declarations.

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[Laren Vano]

He must admit. The title of the Mandalore was one he had dreamt of since his ages as a child. The idea of coming this far without shot, it tore at him. He grew silent as he kept his helmet on for the time being.

All of this political talk. It wasn’t his strong suit. If they talked with action, that’s where he excelled. Not many fighters can get the best of him. He was far skilled in the field. A dream was forming but he couldn’t grasp it.

The purple bearing Mando looked around at all those who came. Yet, they come just to say no? Just to say maybe? What was the point? Why come at all? Then as he listened to what everyone spoke. He felt it click within him. He would not be the leader.. yet...

“Yes, that sounds miraculous. Build our own freighters, dreadnoughts, cruisers. We will be glorious.”

Then Laren unsealed the helm and set it under his arm. Leaving his right free.

“We should come to an allegiance of sorts. Ran by council. That of the leaders of each clan. Once we are formed, we can begin to make our initiative. Whether political, or not. We must take our place back in this galaxy. We can show everyone we still stand strong, if not stronger. I’m tired of sitting in the sidelines... aren’t you?”

“Let our clans and house come together to form ‘The Mandalorian Alliance of Power.’ For short we call it MAP. We shall reclaim all that belongs to us.. and then claim more like the ways of old.”

Laren likes to the Mando who spoke of the old ways and looked her in the eyes and said,

“You spoke of the new ways, being tailored by the ways of old had you not?”

Before she could respond he looked back to Rakiss, then Cas. Then he began looking into everyone else’s eyes. Perhaps he had been ready for this more than anyone else at the Keep.

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[Minerva Wren]

Minerva waited for Kotii’s answer only for Rakiss to speak next, introducing himself and their clans’ past ties. She then raised an eyebrow when he gave a speech. Soon enough Cas intervened, echoing her sentiments about all of this. Then a Zabark Mandalorian from Clan Lone expressed her own view about how they can restore Mandalore to glory.

Minerva’s expression became neutral though inwardly she was mentally exhausted with the sermons that she has already heard before. If they weren’t in such a sacred place Minerva would’ve fired a blaster bolt to the ceiling just to quiet things down however briefly. Finally Kotii replied much to Minerva’s silent relief. What the man of Solus said got her attention.

Surprisingly she found it all rather interesting. If he is actually genuine… Putting that possibility aside for the time being, Minerva's earlier shocked expression became more guarded. It will take a great deal to earn more of her trust.

As she pondered on their host’s claims Laren continued to advocate his own vision for Mandalore’s restoration. The widow suppressed a sigh. There was little she could add here. Nevertheless what Kotii had just offered them should not be ignored. She couldn’t help but think of her children living with the rest of the Clan back on Krownest.

The thought of their future in an galaxy consumed more and more by chaos weighed heavily upon her soul. Minerva closed her eyes for a moment before meeting the Solus’ crimson gaze again.

“I will relay what you had proposed back to my clan. You will have our answer soon.”

Saying no more Minerva Wren put her helmet back on. Then she pulled a spare commlink from the left pocket and tossed it for Koti to catch. Nodding farewell to all those present Minerva turned around and walked away from the shrine. She had a debt of vengeance to collect, starting on Jakku...

 

[Reiel Mal Crowholde]

She did not expect to walk in on a meeting of sorts when the voices she heard led her in this particular room. In fact, Reiel hadn't expected a gathering when she decided to check out the Black Keep for herself.

The small Mandalorian had wandered around after reaching the summit and the Keep itself, honey brown eyes wide with awe underneath the cover of her helm. She'd bowed deeply before entering the Keep to show her reverence for the place and the history that shrouded it, gloved hands running reverently over the walls as she took the place in.

If only the Black Keep could speak of what it had seen and bore witness to, Reiel would be willing to camp around here for days, simply listening and learning from the past so she could use the knowledge for the present and the future.

Walk. Stop. Learn. Repeat. Then voices, and Reiel found herself standing on the far edge of the room close to the entrance, listening to the whole discourse as one Mandalorian spoke after the other. She'd recognized Casany Praxor's armor and it brought Reiel relief that someone she had fought alongside with had been present in this peculiar gathering. She also did not miss how another Mandalorian nodded at her, the action laced with recognition and while Reiel couldn't really say that she knew this particular vod she still couldn't help the nagging feeling that she had met them before. Only when they introduced themselves and removed their helmet did recognition finally dawn on the small Mandalorian.

Minerva Fhirdiad– no, Wren now– changed. A lot. And Reiel could say the same for Cas. Once they were one of the more zealous vode who answered Ars Dagon's call. Now, however...

Change really was an inevitable thing.

Reiel remained quiet in her corner, not really contributing to the discussion. They were talking as clan heads, as leading figures, and she was no clan head nor leading figure. The grandchild of a clan head and the daughter of a leader, maybe, but she was not really the leading type. Just an observer, a follower who sometimes thought too much or thought too little. The former, always the former, as shown in the way her helmeted head snapped to attention at the mention of the words Mand'alor, election (funny word to be throwing around knowing their people's history), unity–

Ah. Another call for that seemingly fragile and at the same time valiantly strong word. Her clanmates have longed for such and found it with the Orar'da'yadr. Reiel found it in the friends and bonds she made, no matter how brief. Found it in the people she trusted with her life. The T-visor of her helmet shifted to study the Mandalorian who called himself Kotii Solus. Another vod who called. Her gaze then found the heads of Clan Vano, the lone Mando of Clan Lone (Reiel did not mean the pun, really), Cas of Clan Praxor, and Minerva of Clan Wren (Wren? As in the Wren Bunch who helped them board and claim the Nagai pirate ship and their Hammerhead?).

Mandalore reclaimed. Mandalore united. A dream within a dream within a dream... and now someone was prepared to take the reins and provide action rather than words. And vode wanting to claim the mantle of Mand'alor.

You don't elect a Mand'alor, buddy. You earn the title. It's the Way.

Her gaze had long since wandered while the discussion continued. So far she was close to being sold on Kotii Solus's pitch. Not that she could speak for her clan to follow him, though. And not that they would join House Solus in an instant. Joining the Orar'da'yadr hadn't been an instant decision as well, and Reiel knew that this would be the same. Remain with Srucayr's clan, or answer Kotii's invitation? Most of Clan Crowholde's elders have already been devoted to the Akaan Salyre's cause. A tentative no, then, maybe?

The small Mandalorian lowered herself on the floor, sitting cross-legged as her gaze flickered to the one who called himself Laren. The guy was just pretty stoked about being the leader of the band, wasn't he? Seemed to think he's ready to take on the mantle, as well. Not that Reiel could blame him. Many people tended to feel overconfident about their skills only to end up bawling much later becausr the responsibilities and drastic decision-making were too much. The guy had a vision, sure, but was it 20-20? Sharp as a beskad? Foolproof and sturdy like beskar? A quiet sigh slipped past Reiel's lips, unheard by anyone except her. Wouldn't want to be seen and considered as the Mando who rained on someone's parade. Her thoughts were available only for herself for now.

What could she offer as contribution, really? Her vode present have already talked and talked, and talked. Reiel wasn't going to add more, at least not for now. She was already drowning in a flood of proposals and plans and visions. For now she was content to be that one Mando who offered nothing to the group – much like a group member who contributed nothing for a thesis proposal and defense.

She would keep quiet, her thoughts to herself. And once they're all dismissed, it would be expected of her to relay what she'd picked up to Clan Crowholde. That was how she did things now, after all.

 

[Rakiss Vano]

Rakiss watches as the representative of clan Wren left and thought on her response. Moments later muttering to Laren his brother “Clan Wren has always been one of a kind.... but then again... that’s what father said about mother when they were around hehe.” he chuckled to his brother, wondering what the clans stance would be. Then looked to Cass taking in what she said.

“Cass you of all should know there is time for both word and action, do not be so hasty to throw words out the window as we have seen others do so foolishly. As well should know better then all the brothers leading clan Vano can take action.... have we not fought side by side? My brother only has the best of wishes and so do I.” Rakiss gave a small tilt to his head and asked “Don’t tell me... does the mighty Cass I know and her clan not wish this as much as us? I would think not surly not the Mandalorian I’ve seen kill with word and blade in an elaborate dance of death. The Cass I know would sooner kill herself then stand idle when it came to others of her people. I know I would do the same if you asked for my aid, and as would Laren” He gave a small smile that then left his face wanting to move on to more pressing matters.

“As for the one who summoned us... judging by my younger brothers words, I can see no reason why clan Vano would not be honored to learn more of this plan you have, as well as give all the support we can, people are right like Cass, action must be taken rather then waste time with word when all that is needed to be said is done. Let us not forget the details but be eager all the same to put these plans you have into action.”

Rakiss looked to his brother and put a hand on his shoulder nodding as if he was pleased then looking back to Kotii. He then gave a warm smile to him and extended an hand to lock arms of reassuring serious taken words. “Clan Vano has been built anew from ashes, it is young once more and so are it’s leaders Laren my younger and me the oldest brother to him. But as of right now we can give you our services of the hunt to provide revenue, as well as a mandalorians not here but have a beautiful way with ships. Their family before them had been doing so for our people before we were torn long ago. Our home away from this one has rescoures that can be used. So please continue, you have the leaders of clan Vanos attention, and I suspect more to follow. It would be nice to write new stories for the next generation to hear rather retell old ones.”

Rakiss then looked to the group wanting to be sure this stuck with them. If they really wanted to do this, they would need more than one clan, His and his brothers would be a good start, for years they have stocked what they could and their numbers were fair. But he knew Kotii would need more. So he spoke once again “I am ready to give all I can to this new unification, for too long I’ve only thought of only my clans survival, I’d like my, and my brothers clan to be the first to take steps with Kotii to make these words he speaks a reality... if you are serious... what can you respectful leaders of the clans of our people... do not only for your clan.... but the rebuilding of our people as a whole.?”

“Ask what must be asked within respect, and do not ridicule a mandalorian looking for his people’s salvation. I ask you not to follow blind but to look openly.”

Rakiss looked long and hard at those around him, feeling an ocean of leaders, and representatives of their people. Would they listen? He didn’t know..... did they have to? By no means he was no leader to them.... But he felt confident with his younger brother beside him and knowing he would not stand idle and wanted to make a mark in this new standing of his people’s history. Besides mandalorians hate to be upshowed by other clans, it wasn’t a contest but he was certain a few would take it that way. This almost made him laugh.

 

[Ramail Lone]

Ramail listened to the other mando'ade's discussion. Kotii Solus elaborated on what he'd said before Ramail arrived; he was not after the mantle of Mand'alor after all, at least not officially, although the authority and sureness with which he spoke certainly belied the potential. In spite of the message that Ramail had been sent to deliver to the gathering from Clan Lone, she couldn't but harbour an idea of what kind of person could unite the clans and reclaim the land and legacy that was lost for the Mandalorians. It was true, as the most recent arrival to the gathering had pointed out, that the Mand'alor was not elected - they earned the title. And among the mando'ade present, Ramail sensed that many thought themselves capable of earning it. But, in order to restore the old ways, to stifle moderation and the corrupting ways of modernity, the future leader of their people would need not only power, but willpower and the wits to maneuver freely in the engrossing politics they would surely find themselves in once Mandalore rose to challenge the Galactic superpowers.

If Mandalore rose to challenge them. Ramail still doubted whether it could be done. For many of the smaller clans like her own, they would only have one shot at resurgence. If they failed, if a pan-Mandalorian cause fell to the accursed sorcerers and their mystical mind-powers, the criminal syndicates, or any of the other powers that would queue up for the opportunity to send the Mandalorians back into oblivion, that would be the end of them. If they squandered their opportunity away by not standing in unity with a single purpose and a single idea, many of the clans, including her clan, would likely perish.

And the clan came before the people. That much Ramail was sure of.

The Clan Lone representative thought long on what the others said. Finally, she said: "If what House Solus intends to accomplish with this 'unified front' of mando'ade is to begin the road to recovery of the ideas of old, the Resol'nare, the loyalty to friends and kin and the resistance of influence from the Jetiise and derivatives of their cult, then that is a purpose Clan Lone can get behind. If, one the other hand, it is nothing but an opportunistic ploy to seek wealth and political influence at the cost of any of the aforementioned, then you can count us out."

She looked straight at the House Solus head, respectfully locking eyes with him. He had been genuine and direct in his proposition so far, and regardless of his answer, she could respect that. "Tell me which one it is then," she said. "I'll relay the answer to my clan for deliberation."

 

[Casany Praxor]

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Kotii bore a scar upon his face as naked as half of it where a helmet and a mask did not cover. Yet there was no symbology here that Cas was looking for; merely the observation that he had evidently fought his battles as much as others in this room.

Cas could not vouch for all of those others but there were a few. This man, he did not seek to claim the title of Mand'alor, or at least his tongue did not. Whatever the true motive of his being here Cas had not outright shared in any immediate suspicions of his wanting the 'throne'. She had simply been doubtful about building a new one for the Mandalorians overall. They had tried before and failed.

Kotii spoke of House Solus and Alor... Cas was not as familiar. Her clan was unique in its own way among her people, with histories and lore being less prevalent than making sure the Praxors did not go down in history or become merely a song. There was room enough for both, but not so soon.

Soon, perhaps, the Mandalorians would meet this MorataCorp and extend their own expertise into a greater cause. Later, maybe, the Mandalorians would have their Concord Dawn, their Ordo, their Kalvela systems... But have we heard it all before? Is this really just more of the same?

Where once there was few now there were more, but how many? Enough? Time would tell. For now, Cas recalled Ramail of Clan Lone who had since put her own speech forward, and as Rakiss had stated there was nothing wrong with 'speech' itself. It was whether words carried weight or were as weightless as wind. Ramail at least had the right of it when it came to who led the Mandalorians being less important than where the Mandalorians were led.

Cue Laren Vano's mention of a 'council'. The man was no fool and Cas had never considered his being such. It's just that 'friends' were not always so friendly and this meeting of Mandalorians was one such occasion where Cas was one Mandalorian who would speak her mind despite friendship. In fact, because of it.

If Laren hoped to become his own kingmaker than his friend was in no hurry to support the claim. If he wanted a council, a council of rulers, then that was something else. That was something that Casany Praxor could fight for, live for an die for, because a union of rulers was a union of Mandalorians; history, lore and traditions be damned.

...Whether they called this council "MAP", on the other hand, was quite another story...

Another vod spoke just then and Cas tilted her head to listen like some student in a classroom. She already knew what to expect even before Minerva took off, and already Cas was smiling again.

Her other 'friend', Minerva, was never one to waste words. Nor was she one to waste time. She had ignited her jetpack way back on Mandalore and taken off to Sundari while her brethren had continued to bicker, and had inspired Cas to do the same. She was no less inspiring today.

Even as Minerva left, Cas was left with familiar faces still, whether of flesh and eyes or metal and visor. Reiel Mal Crowholde was in her midst; a compatriot from those same Sundari raids. Nagai raiders had been punished for their piracy and it had not been pretty.

It was a time when Cas had been more hopeful in the heat of the moment, more malleable in molding Mandalore and the Mandalorians into a mighty menace. Things indeed had changed.

So as Minerva took off and Reiel sat cross-legged, the image was not lost on Cas. She kept that painting in mind as she listened to Rakiss Vano respond to her and speak onward, then Ramail push Kotii for a final answer of what his motives were, but Cas had already made up her mind.

“I am Casany of Clan Praxor…” She introduced herself just then. Her helmet came off to be held in her arm, revealing long brown hair locked in a braid. “Mine is no clan of conquerors. We survived the Purge by fending for ourselves on the asteroid station of Kad-Stor, hiding from our enemies, but we did not stay hidden.” She looked around in case anyone wanted to challenge that.

“I was raised to be an armorer, and the beskar beating before you is as red for my mother and father as it is gold for my vengeance of those who pushed our people into hiding… And here I am, and here you are, unafraid to show ourselves to this galaxy, as Mando’ad!” This time when she looked around it was out of honor.

“As Rakiss of Clan Vano said, I would sooner kill myself than stand idle when it comes to my people. As Laren of Clan Vano said, I am tired of sitting on the sidelines… I am tired of the Mandalorians being merely a mural… No… Hear me, my brothers and sisters: I want us to go beyond the mural.”

Cas glanced behind herself as though glimpsing Minerva, looked beside herself at the composed form of Reiel, looked between the Vano brothers and any Mandalorian she did not already know, then at Kotii.

“...But, as Ramail Lone has spoken, this had all better be worth it...or Kotii of House Solus just may stand alone.”

A smile came over Cas’ countenance, now challenging this other Mandalorian to change her mind by proving her wrong, but so far her mind was still made up. If his was a genuine cause then Casany Praxor would answer the call. That was the way.