THE CITADEL
(Open to Mandos only)
With each step their people took forward, a glaring shadow would still be cast over them. Fenyang, their Mand'alor had vanished without a trace, speculation either chalking up his disappearance to him being killed and disposed of somewhere in the galaxy or that they had been abandoned once again. The clans had progressed well despite that but it would only be a matter of time before the cracks began to form. They required a Mand'alor, someone at the helm who combined all of the clans into one might that was absolutely terrifying to behold. If they didn't have one, the biggest enemy would be themselves eventually, as had always transpired in their people's bloody past. Nox would not let that happen again.
He had started as a simple bounty hunter but through a short amount of time had become the Solus'alor. There was never any aspiration inside him to become a leader, it had just taken place through necessity. His ascension to Alor of his clan had been because of the decision of others and a weight needing to be burdened. Once again, Nox found himself in a position where through the actions of others, an integral piece of them was taken and had to be restored. The Solus'alor could not stand by on the sidelines anymore and find his people returning to the state where they had been barely recognizable of their past selves.
Nox would be at the Citadel, the clan home of Solus, and specifically out in the open courtyard, a gathering of Mandalorians before him as he had put the call out for the assembly. Clouds reigned in the sky and darkened with each passing moment as if matching the growing number. Low rumbles would erupt from above but each one was ignored as more mandalorians landed in the square. Red Eyes stood beside him, his massive albino dire-badger, that when compared to his own frame, reached his knees on all fours. They were a staple to his clan and she in turn had become a staple of him, the two inseparable. A helmeted amber gaze would scan the crowd before him, a sense of pride bubbling inside him upon the sight. Whatever happened today, his people had still elevated themselves above simple dwellings that could barely fit them. Before him, Crusaders stood there, a true unified face that few could stand up against.
After a few moments, as the buzz died down, Nox would level his gaze on them all, his resolve hardening as he spoke to them all, "My name is Nox Solus, Solus'alor of my clan and first crusader of Lothal..." At first, he was about to list his achievements and why he deserved to be Mand'alor. But standing there, the words wouldn't leave his mouth. Instead, Nox would begin to step off the platform, each step made with a thud, mostly from his half metal leg as he would get on an equal level with them all, new steel to his words. "I hold no darksaber or mask to make my claim, but I am tired of our indirection like you all. Quite a few of you were here from the beginning just like me too and we all know not too long ago what that entailed. We groveled for contracts, supplies, and money just in order for us to have a semblance of surviving. We lost our way so much that it was the Sith who had to be the ones to re-straighten us. Now, we stand here, not as mercenaries or refugees, but as crusaders and conquerers by our sheer will." Even though he walked through the crowd, Nox's massive frame still allowed him to see over others and gaze across all those that surrounded him. "But, it is no secret, Fenyang has disappeared, leaving us leaderless once again and leaving it possible to regress back into what we were. The galaxy will not help us, all of them would rather watch us starve out, as they have in the past, and scurry back underground. Throughout our history, we have let them decide our fate, and dictate what we can and can not do. To them, we are nothing more than grazing cattle waiting to be slaughtered or die out."
Nox would stop in the center of the square, in the middle of the ocean of mandalorians. The clouds above grew thicker, the rumbling from before growing louder as if matching what was building inside him. Despite him conducting and participating in numerous invasions and campaigns, his body and bones ragged, he stood before them at his full height. "I will not go down that way! I CHOOSE TO FIGHT BACK! I choose to rise, not fall!" It was a glimpse into the resolve and will he had, which kept him standing there as his booming voice carried to all of the mandalorians, a fire within that swelled into a blaze. "That is why I ask you to join me now, as your Mand'alor and take our fate into our own hands, rise on the spirit and legacy of our ancestors. No more moots, no more groveling, no more hiding! We rebuild all that has been laid to waste! We retake what has been stolen from us and we do so with such ferocity that they will hesitate upon the simple mention of a Mandalorian from this point on!"
Lightning ripped from the sky above, illuminating all those below it as the thunder rolled through the mountains and hills. It was as if the very planet showed her support and wanted her revenge upon those that had wronged her and her people. Nox withdrew his beskad out, the metal gleaming as raindrops would begin to fall upon them, opening the door for others to rebuke him, "Does anyone object to my claim?!" The Solus would then thrust the weapon into the air, lightning once more striking out from the clouds as the blade reflected the light, "OR DO YOU STAND WITH ME?!"
He had started as a simple bounty hunter but through a short amount of time had become the Solus'alor. There was never any aspiration inside him to become a leader, it had just taken place through necessity. His ascension to Alor of his clan had been because of the decision of others and a weight needing to be burdened. Once again, Nox found himself in a position where through the actions of others, an integral piece of them was taken and had to be restored. The Solus'alor could not stand by on the sidelines anymore and find his people returning to the state where they had been barely recognizable of their past selves.
Nox would be at the Citadel, the clan home of Solus, and specifically out in the open courtyard, a gathering of Mandalorians before him as he had put the call out for the assembly. Clouds reigned in the sky and darkened with each passing moment as if matching the growing number. Low rumbles would erupt from above but each one was ignored as more mandalorians landed in the square. Red Eyes stood beside him, his massive albino dire-badger, that when compared to his own frame, reached his knees on all fours. They were a staple to his clan and she in turn had become a staple of him, the two inseparable. A helmeted amber gaze would scan the crowd before him, a sense of pride bubbling inside him upon the sight. Whatever happened today, his people had still elevated themselves above simple dwellings that could barely fit them. Before him, Crusaders stood there, a true unified face that few could stand up against.
After a few moments, as the buzz died down, Nox would level his gaze on them all, his resolve hardening as he spoke to them all, "My name is Nox Solus, Solus'alor of my clan and first crusader of Lothal..." At first, he was about to list his achievements and why he deserved to be Mand'alor. But standing there, the words wouldn't leave his mouth. Instead, Nox would begin to step off the platform, each step made with a thud, mostly from his half metal leg as he would get on an equal level with them all, new steel to his words. "I hold no darksaber or mask to make my claim, but I am tired of our indirection like you all. Quite a few of you were here from the beginning just like me too and we all know not too long ago what that entailed. We groveled for contracts, supplies, and money just in order for us to have a semblance of surviving. We lost our way so much that it was the Sith who had to be the ones to re-straighten us. Now, we stand here, not as mercenaries or refugees, but as crusaders and conquerers by our sheer will." Even though he walked through the crowd, Nox's massive frame still allowed him to see over others and gaze across all those that surrounded him. "But, it is no secret, Fenyang has disappeared, leaving us leaderless once again and leaving it possible to regress back into what we were. The galaxy will not help us, all of them would rather watch us starve out, as they have in the past, and scurry back underground. Throughout our history, we have let them decide our fate, and dictate what we can and can not do. To them, we are nothing more than grazing cattle waiting to be slaughtered or die out."
Nox would stop in the center of the square, in the middle of the ocean of mandalorians. The clouds above grew thicker, the rumbling from before growing louder as if matching what was building inside him. Despite him conducting and participating in numerous invasions and campaigns, his body and bones ragged, he stood before them at his full height. "I will not go down that way! I CHOOSE TO FIGHT BACK! I choose to rise, not fall!" It was a glimpse into the resolve and will he had, which kept him standing there as his booming voice carried to all of the mandalorians, a fire within that swelled into a blaze. "That is why I ask you to join me now, as your Mand'alor and take our fate into our own hands, rise on the spirit and legacy of our ancestors. No more moots, no more groveling, no more hiding! We rebuild all that has been laid to waste! We retake what has been stolen from us and we do so with such ferocity that they will hesitate upon the simple mention of a Mandalorian from this point on!"
Lightning ripped from the sky above, illuminating all those below it as the thunder rolled through the mountains and hills. It was as if the very planet showed her support and wanted her revenge upon those that had wronged her and her people. Nox withdrew his beskad out, the metal gleaming as raindrops would begin to fall upon them, opening the door for others to rebuke him, "Does anyone object to my claim?!" The Solus would then thrust the weapon into the air, lightning once more striking out from the clouds as the blade reflected the light, "OR DO YOU STAND WITH ME?!"
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