The glory of the Battle of Lothal had passed and Gett'se Vizsla had returned to Mandalore. A rather stark difference the two, the lush plains of Lothal compared to the glassy desert of Mandalore. He awaited the arrival of Nox Solus, who he had invited to the Vizsla war camp as a guest to celebrate their shared victory over the Jedi. He also had his own ulterior motives for inviting the freshly elevated Alor, elected to the position by his clan after the shameful betrayal of their previous leader.
He had been unsure about reaching out to clan Solus before, but Shale had put his mind somewhat at ease, at least with this warrior. Alor now, Gett'se reminded himself. It was a risky proposition inviting a Solus to a Vizsla war camp, and the grief between their clans ran deep. One thing they shared however was a burning distrust and derision of the Sith, and Gett'se intended to get a feel for how the new leader of Solus felt about their situation. If Shale was right... Perhaps it was time to put old rivalries aside. They really didn't have the luxury of hanging on to old rivalries, and a united Mandalore was an unbreakable Mandalore.
So Gett'se waited near the landing area of the war camp, where ships and shuttles of various make, Mandalorian and not were being maintained or otherwise sat idle. The clans war camps had been a shock to the often solitary Gett'se, the clan boasting numbers that he hadn't known of. Their power as a one time House still showed, and though they lacked the numbers they once did, they still fielded an impressive force. Many tents large and small littered the field, all surrounding one big tent that served as the clan hall. They had returned to Mandalore but most of Vizsla's fortresses had been lost during the Night of a Thousand Tears, when the glass of Mandalore burned once more under the Galactic Empire's wrath. The same Sith that now held out a hand to feed them.
The question was, would the Mandalorians bite the hand the fed. Or did they even have the teeth for it.
@Orbit
He had been unsure about reaching out to clan Solus before, but Shale had put his mind somewhat at ease, at least with this warrior. Alor now, Gett'se reminded himself. It was a risky proposition inviting a Solus to a Vizsla war camp, and the grief between their clans ran deep. One thing they shared however was a burning distrust and derision of the Sith, and Gett'se intended to get a feel for how the new leader of Solus felt about their situation. If Shale was right... Perhaps it was time to put old rivalries aside. They really didn't have the luxury of hanging on to old rivalries, and a united Mandalore was an unbreakable Mandalore.
So Gett'se waited near the landing area of the war camp, where ships and shuttles of various make, Mandalorian and not were being maintained or otherwise sat idle. The clans war camps had been a shock to the often solitary Gett'se, the clan boasting numbers that he hadn't known of. Their power as a one time House still showed, and though they lacked the numbers they once did, they still fielded an impressive force. Many tents large and small littered the field, all surrounding one big tent that served as the clan hall. They had returned to Mandalore but most of Vizsla's fortresses had been lost during the Night of a Thousand Tears, when the glass of Mandalore burned once more under the Galactic Empire's wrath. The same Sith that now held out a hand to feed them.
The question was, would the Mandalorians bite the hand the fed. Or did they even have the teeth for it.
@Orbit