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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