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East Botajel, 12:00 pm, Farming Community
Farming soil. Moist, dark, rich. The blood of a planet runs through it, and here?
The blood of the one who tended it for all of his life sank deeper and deeper into it's earth.
The foot prints of weighted men and women left their imprints upon the trampled crops. Screams lit up the air, those of a child no older then seven years old. The blaster shot that came from the farmhouse silenced them. Nuhur stared for a moment into the sky, clear and happy. He let the wind brush lovingly across his face, a caress that he would never stop delighting in. His own calm manner was different from the chaos around him. He didn't hear the screams, the scurrying of feet as the last survivor of their raid was caught and dragged back towards the house. All he saw was the sun, and the flower that he raised to the sky. Such a pretty thing. Such a treasure.
A voice called out his name, but he payed it no mind. The leader of the raiding party, and the company as a whole, kept his eyes focused on what he valued here. Beauty.
"Nuhur!"
There it was again.
Never a moments peace.
The flower dropped from Nuhur's outstretched hand as he turned. The lone survivor of their assault was being held against the house's walls. Her bright red hair was brilliant, and the man forgot about the sun as she turned her eyes upon him. Nuhur had found a more interesting flower. He walked forward slow and purposefully as she struggled against his men. She was so elegant, lithe, and mesmerizing. Sad how his men had flawed her with the bruise across the cheek.
Her struggled slowed as he walked up to her, moving strangely close and looking her up and down.
"Boss, what do you want us to do with the loot?"
The voice distracted him for but a moment. His answer was quick as his eyes turned back on the girl.
"Load it up onto the ship, along with her. She's mine."
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The Renelo ship landed. This free Clan, who's honor and loyalty to what made Mandalorians who they were, had fought for so long in the name of peace. They had cleared the Mandalorian planets from infighting for the most part, and raiders and pirates were becoming more and more scarce. Even here, they would lay down the new law. The law of the Brotherhood. The law is unspoken, unwritten. A feeling that courses through the veins of those that remain true to their brothers and sisters.
Here it was being thwarted, as it had been for several months. Clan Renelo would respond. They had to. They had all made an oath, an oath that would never be forgotten.
They would protect their family, no matter the cost.
The team of four soldiers moved out. Their objective? To clear out the raiding scum that were oppressing the communities of the planet Botajel.
Elias watched their signals from the Darasuum Cabur, the heavily modified Haranov-class Gunship, wishing he could be planet side with the squad. Once they were all set up on the ground, he would contact them with the information the Netra Gaan had gathered on the raiders whereabouts.
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