It was easy to glimpse the galaxy, see all those stars glittering so far away, and wonder how many a man may take, how many a Mandalorian might conquer. From the cockpit of his ship, the notion was less in this Mandalorian’s imagination; less of an if, more a question of when.
The Kom’rk-class fighter/transport hovered in the Vulpter system by the planet of the same name which was a far cry from Mandalore there in the Deep Core. Yet, that’s why the Mandalorian was here: to chart a hyperspace route from that pile of purple shit to Mandalorian space so that, ultimately, the Mandalorians could do more than stargaze.
The captain of the Raza’nante would not be undertaking this journey alone by any means. That was a good thing. He was a warrior. Explorer? Pilot? Navigator? Sure. More the former.
His partner, Rath Jell (forename something to appreciate), well, he didn’t yet know who the hell he was, but hopefully he knew more about charting courses and hyperspace lanes than Endyr Ratheon did. The two were off to a good start already given that Rath was a vod and not a dog.
Somehow they would figure this business out. For now, Endyr sat back in his cockpit, garbed in his armor, black gold beskar’gam, helmet off for the moment, and listened to his music that blasted in the ship. Mandalorian folk metal. Strumming guitars. Thumping drums. As hard as when the hammer fell.
Gazing at the stars, wondering when, not if. Sooner or later, Mando’ade... They would claim their day and take all that space. The stars will be ours…
The Mandalorians, like the wolves of this song, would carve their names in conquest, in fire and blood and song. At least, that was one Man’s dream. If anyone gets in the way of that dream? Just another dead dog…
@Javier esschoolbus
The Kom’rk-class fighter/transport hovered in the Vulpter system by the planet of the same name which was a far cry from Mandalore there in the Deep Core. Yet, that’s why the Mandalorian was here: to chart a hyperspace route from that pile of purple shit to Mandalorian space so that, ultimately, the Mandalorians could do more than stargaze.
The captain of the Raza’nante would not be undertaking this journey alone by any means. That was a good thing. He was a warrior. Explorer? Pilot? Navigator? Sure. More the former.
His partner, Rath Jell (forename something to appreciate), well, he didn’t yet know who the hell he was, but hopefully he knew more about charting courses and hyperspace lanes than Endyr Ratheon did. The two were off to a good start already given that Rath was a vod and not a dog.
Somehow they would figure this business out. For now, Endyr sat back in his cockpit, garbed in his armor, black gold beskar’gam, helmet off for the moment, and listened to his music that blasted in the ship. Mandalorian folk metal. Strumming guitars. Thumping drums. As hard as when the hammer fell.
Gazing at the stars, wondering when, not if. Sooner or later, Mando’ade... They would claim their day and take all that space. The stars will be ours…
The Mandalorians, like the wolves of this song, would carve their names in conquest, in fire and blood and song. At least, that was one Man’s dream. If anyone gets in the way of that dream? Just another dead dog…
@Javier esschoolbus