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Jon Viggo stood behind and a little to the left of Apollo. As the Alor's aide-de-camp, that was his rightful position. He stood straight, seemingly at ease, but beneath his armor and helmet he was coiled like a spring. Tensions were reaching a breaking point, and with all of the hate-filled rhetoric being thrown around it would not take much for things to spiral dangerously out of control. In fact, Viggo was surprised things didn't turn into a bloodbath when that fool had taken a shot at Titus.
It took all of his self-control not to add his voice to the fray. What was wrong with these people? How could they maintain their blind stance that Corden and Apollo were some sort of blood-thirsty glory hounds, even after all that had happened?
Corden had done everything in his power to work with the previous Mand'alors and ruling councils, in an effort to prevent things from reaching their inevitable breaking point. Had they listened to him? No, and of course that was their right. But not only had they not listened to him; they hadn't done A THING. They sat by and allowed themselves to be gently pushed out of their home system.
And that one wanted to speak about herding? They had all been herded, right out of the Mandalore system, and no one in power made a peep.
Except for Corden of course. Even then, he tried to settle things the honorable way, only to have his challenge disregarded. Perhaps if this had been a democracy like the GA, Corden and Apollo would have sat meekly by and followed their leaders, despite disagreeing with them. But they were Mandalorians! So they did what they believed needed to be done.
Jon shook his head slightly in disgust. It was all well and good to say these words in his mind, but the minute he spoke them out loud some Loyalist fool would shout over him without even taking a moment to think about what he said. So for now he would continue to stand quietly but at the ready, scanning the crowd and making sure Apollo came to no harm. To many of the warriors around him, Viggo would be viewed derisively as an up-jumped Lieutenant, barely tested in battle and not worthy. But Apollo knew what Jon Viggo was capable of, and so the young warrior stood silently, awaiting any command that may come from his Alor.
It took all of his self-control not to add his voice to the fray. What was wrong with these people? How could they maintain their blind stance that Corden and Apollo were some sort of blood-thirsty glory hounds, even after all that had happened?
Corden had done everything in his power to work with the previous Mand'alors and ruling councils, in an effort to prevent things from reaching their inevitable breaking point. Had they listened to him? No, and of course that was their right. But not only had they not listened to him; they hadn't done A THING. They sat by and allowed themselves to be gently pushed out of their home system.
And that one wanted to speak about herding? They had all been herded, right out of the Mandalore system, and no one in power made a peep.
Except for Corden of course. Even then, he tried to settle things the honorable way, only to have his challenge disregarded. Perhaps if this had been a democracy like the GA, Corden and Apollo would have sat meekly by and followed their leaders, despite disagreeing with them. But they were Mandalorians! So they did what they believed needed to be done.
Jon shook his head slightly in disgust. It was all well and good to say these words in his mind, but the minute he spoke them out loud some Loyalist fool would shout over him without even taking a moment to think about what he said. So for now he would continue to stand quietly but at the ready, scanning the crowd and making sure Apollo came to no harm. To many of the warriors around him, Viggo would be viewed derisively as an up-jumped Lieutenant, barely tested in battle and not worthy. But Apollo knew what Jon Viggo was capable of, and so the young warrior stood silently, awaiting any command that may come from his Alor.