Open Mandalore Mission to Mandalore: Homecoming

[Indy Sati]

So. It was all well and good she was here, but... she wasn't as well armed as these other people. She could barely understand what that one of them was yelling. Every other word, actually, but her mind was rapidly moving from one point to another as she glanced sideways up at Roland.

Her voice was hushed, quiet as they stood towards the rear of the crowd. A few beskar'gam she could recognize; she took care to make sure her robes were as nondescript as possible. Roland was right. She had no idea how hostile they could be to an aruetii in their midst.

"What did he say?" she whispered quietly. For whatever reason, there was cheering and responding shouts, and not for the first time Indy felt... a bit like a fish out of water. She was here for support, but even she was unsure how much she could help. She would just hope she didn't become a liability for Roland.

No.

She wouldn't be... but for now, she would keep silent and alert.

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[Gett'se Vizsla]

Gett'se listened to the others speak. He was reserved, he kept his emotions in check as he considered where these feelings might lead what remained of their people. Scattered to the far winds of the galaxy, they scratched a living from the leavings of others. Mighty warriors they might have been once but in this day they were mere scavengers, picking clean what bones remained of a once proud people.

Pride. Gett'se held pride in his heritage, in earning his place among their people. But pride was also their downfall, so many times it seemed in the past. Pride and their passion for rushing headlong into danger, with no regard for the consequences. Watching one such Mandalorian rocket off towards the city, another foundling such as himself, he shook his head.

"Children of Mandalore, heed my words!" He began as he stepped forwards. "I am Gett'se, of clan Vizsla and though my heart sings with joy to see so many of our people come together, I cannot help but wonder to what end."

"We are bowed, broken and bent this is true, and while my heart yearns for the day when we must no longer glance over our shoulders in caution, the Way of the Mandalore is that of the Hunter and Prey." He paused to let the words sink in. "We gather now for the hunt, to bring glory to the future of our people, I see that as clearly as I see the desolation of our beloved homeworld."

He said as he opened his arms wide to encompass the vast wasteland that surrounded the city on all sides.

"But I cannot help but wonder what new predations we open to ourselves, to declare ourselves boldly to the galaxy and usher in a new age for the Children of Mandalore. Once our strength was in our numbers, but now only our secrecy is our strength." It was true that once they had numbered greatly and marched across the galaxy, but those days were long past, and the great soldiers of Mandalore were now marching elsewhere, far away.

"Is that what you seek, you who do not even name yourself as you call?" He asked pointedly, pointing to the Mandalorian (@Ars Dagon ) who had called them to gather. "Do you wish to bring the eyes of the galaxy back to our buy'ce?" He pointed at the T of his visor, where one should look if they were to talk respectably to him. "Do you wish to bring fear and respect back into the name of Mandalore?" He once more waved to the world around them. "Or do you seek to yet again place a target over our hearts?" He asked as he pointed the iron heart that lay bare on his chest.

 

[Roland Rook]

Roland stood and watched the green armored Mandalorian speak in Mando'a. Indyana asked for a translation and Roland looked around at some of the other Mandalorians to see how they were responding. "Nothing, yet."

Others spoke up and announced their loyalty. Do people know this guy? He thought to himself and cocked his head to the side a little. There was no name given yet so it seemed rather peculiar rallying call. There wasn't a lot that could be measured about a man just from a few sentences at a distance. Not to mention, the cloaked Mandalorian couldn't help but take a look at each of the others that answered the broadcasted summons.

The latest stepped forward and spoke clearly enough for himself. Gett'se, as he introduced himself, sounded liked he had some reasonable concerns that Roland shared and made it easier for Indy to also probably gather what the other Mandalorian had said in Mando'a. The other warriors had just technically sworn loyalty to an unnamed leader. Not that it mattered too much since the Lieutenant had come across a few sketching Mandalorinas, some of which he saw among the crowd. Today he wasn't a ranger though. Today he was just Roland of clan Rook.

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[Ars Dagon]

Slowly, the other Mandalorians gathering made themselves known, each in their own way - declaring the name of their Clan as they did so. One even jumped ahead of the group, and made their way toward the settlement, Sindari, at speed. Dagon was about to speak, to muster them to follow - but then another one of their company spoke.

Vizsla.

The man jabbed a finger at Dagon, who smirked beneath his helmet, before demanding to know of his intentions. Dagon was having none of it, and he strode toward the speaker "Dagon." he declared, continuing toward the Vizsla until he stood but inches away from them "Ibac cuyir gai be solus ibac juha gar olar. Ibac cuyir gai be solus ibac tarja at pustabitr mhi ut prudii. Gar jorhaa'ir bavat wa yae mata cuyir a dush kebise?" he scoffed "Malyasa'yr gar stibutu mhi kakovidir o'r prudii, misidiye at tengaanar Sitilhaa kapr be Manda'yaim? Ni cuyir nayc or'dinii, Vizsla. Ni kar'taylir buruk be cuun adate unu'we gupu sto, par cad olyay mies ibac staabi malyasa'yr chaab cuun kot, bal chaab nalr bu'ctihyr. A," he placed his fist over his own iron heart "Bic cuyir staabi ibac Manda'yaim cuyir dral. Bic cuyir staabi ibac Manda'yaim motir muninar, bal ibac Mando narir bid ti bic. Mhi ganar ratiin cuyir a adate be akaan, bal meh bu'ctihyr unu'we teh cuun yiatir, miak bid cuyir bic." he took two steps back from Vizsla, and spread his arms wide.

"Ibic cuyir miai.

 

[Dolworth]

"Bal ibac ner burc'ya..." Suddenly came Dolworth's voice from behind Talon, taking a step from the shadows, "...Cuyir hiibir va anay i'eumte solus be cuun cu'e ganar gotal'ur a'yao va ru'du cuun lanurba." He looked around at the others before looking forward at the one called Dagon, The Badger of Clan Solus blazing across the left side of his Chest armor.

"Par Ta'raysholan be simir, cuun adate ganar cuyir sumatebaetav, cuyan, verd..." He drew a quiet breath uttering the final part in Basic,"...conquerors..." He let them murmur a bit before continuing, "If we are to reunite as a people, become a nation once again, we must calculating, precise, and above all, we must be careful. Look at the Jedi? Look at the Sith? Look at the Republic for Mand'alor's Sake? Like us they rose to great prominence and what happened to them time and time again?" He asked, "They grew great, they grew arrogant, and they were turned to dust. We made that mistake twice in our times. First during the Civil Wars and again during the Great Purge." He warned turning towards Dagon, "Your intentions are noble, I respect that Vod. I too hold the dream of reuniting the Children of Mandalore, to give our people a home where they no longer have to look over their shoulders. Where they can lay their unhelmeted heads down knowing they will not be getting a blaster bolt in their sleep. However, should we attempt such actions in violence, we might-No, We WILL bring the fury of a weary Galaxy down on our heads. We may be many here, but we are but a drop of water in a bucket compared to the teaming many I have met in my travels across this vast Galaxy." He said all this in a calm but clear voice, looking around as if addressing each and every one of them, "I agree Vod. I agree that we should reunite, if only for the sake of security, as a way to reclaim and redeem our people. But with Violence as our great weapon?" He quietly drew another breath, "No" he said authoritively, "I will not make the same mistakes Mand'alor the Mad or Pre Vizla, or even Bo-Katan made. I won't make those mistakes as our forbearers made. As you said we are both Hunter and Prey. But even they evolved to their surroundings. So too must we...This is the way."

 

[Gett'se Vizsla]

A not so small part of Gett'se wanted to fight as the speaker stopped just short of calling him a coward, and as the self proclaimed Dagon spread his arms wide, his trigger finger itched to place a blaster bolt in his vod's iron heart. But that was not the way forward for the Children of Mandalore. Before he could speak or draw, his mind still trying to decide which, another vod spoke words of prudence. His concern's were ones that Gett'se shared, and he nodded in approval.

"I do not cower in the shadows. Never has another seen my face as I have travelled the vastness of this galaxy." He declared, glaring at Dagon through his visor.

"But our brother speaks truth," He gestured to Dolworth, whose words held great wisdom. "I have felt the eyes of the aruetiise crawl upon my beskar wherever the path takes me. The galaxy fears us no longer, instead they look upon us with greed in their hearts as they weigh the value of our skins against their lives. Our blood has been spent yet you ask us to risk conflict so that we may stand in the light."

He shook his head. War had been their way for so long, and what had that brought them.

"It is right that Mandalore survives." He paused with great emphasis on the word. "Our strength is in our survival. You look to the past and see the strength and glory that was. But it has left us a broken people. An endangered people. And there are many in the galaxy who would seek to wipe us out once and for all should we draw their eyes." His voice held the sorrow that he felt in his heart as he looked around to see what few of them had gathered.

"If conflict emerges from our ascension I would not hesitate to cast myself on the fire to ensure the future, a future in which the Children of Mandalore survive. Not one where we go out in a blaze of glory to be sang of in legends and tales. The great fighting Mandalorians, brave, honorable... and extinct." His fist raised in front of him to slam against his open hand, as one would squash a bug. As many would wish to put an end to their people.

"It is right that Mandalore unites. It is right that Mandalore stands tall. But most importantly, it is right that Mandalore survives." He looked upon all the vod that had gathered. So proud and yet so few. "If we are to stand tall once again, we must adapt and we must evolve. I do not fear conflict, what I fear is that if we come to conflict as we stand now, it will be our last."

 

[Minerva Wren]

Minerva flew on, closer and closer to the dome city that awaited. As the jetpack continued its roar the young warrior finally no one else was flying on either side of her. Subsequently she glanced back and the same result. In the back of her mind she can hear old Jorel reprimand her.

Oh for Manda’s sake child use your head for a change.

The mercenary turned her gaze away. Regardless she was still going to Sundari, alone or not. “Then so be it.” She remarked to herself. Minutes later the armored woman approached the former shipping docks.

Subsequently Minerva descended and rolled onto one of the platforms. Standing up she took a few minutes to examine the docks. There was rubble all over, from destroyed buildings to chunks from broken ships. There were various platforms half torn or completely destroyed. Such a site gave her mixed feelings to say the least.

Wind howling in the distance as if calling out to her Minerva closed her eyes and squeezed her left hand into a fist.

For the first time in my life I stand here in the ancient capital. Don’t know what I will find inside other than more ruins but it must be done.

Sobered yet still determined Minerva marched on through the platform, then the docks and finally crossed through a giant entrance that had been blasted open more than a century ago.

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[Adenn Rytt]

the typical Prideful viszla, I waved my hand almost dismivively at Gett'se, mocking his insistance that his helmet has never been removed, removing my own and projecting my voice.
"the death which overtakes me I shall kiss with bloody and grateful lips, I am a son of Mand'alor! I live and die at the stroke of a blade! My Vod speaks sage advice! you should take it lest you lose a head!"
The man was clearly overestimating himself and the ability of the numbers he had with him.

"we continue to struggle because of our pride"
I called out from the back. trying to respond
"The day we overcome it is the day we shall flourish. They say to walk the way of the Mand'alor is to walk the path of predator and prey. yet everyday we seem to think ourselves immune from danger. We are not at the top of the food chain .Violence? Conflict? you'd drive us into true extinction. We dont have enough Mandalorians to raid a pantry, nevermind put on a hunt!"
I began moving forward, brushing past the others.
"My Clan is decimated, Nay, annihilated. Many clans are and after so much time? why? because we are Isolated? sure. because we have valuable armor? perhaps. but in all my travels, in all that I have seen of other clans, what gets a Mandalorian killed more often than anything else? His pride. His ambitions. We are a tiny people now, not colossuses striding across the galaxy as we once were."
I looked at him, looked at him all
"this is the winter of our people, We must endure it. We have licked our wounds for so long because we continually reopen the wounds. We must heal! We must seek peace and be peaceful. not pacifists"
I spat at the ground to wash the taste of that word from my mouth
"but to be peaceful. we must build something to fight for otherwise We would not be worthy of entering the Manda. To throw away our lives in pursuit of one last glory? what a foolish and childish romanticization of the holy act of war!"

 

[Jester]

Jester didn't know much about these Mandalorians, but she was starting to realize that they were a talkative bunch. Every last one who had spoken up, regardless of whether or not she had understood what they said, had spoken more than their share. Weren't they supposed to be stoic bastards who let their blasters speak for them? Or was that a facade they put up, letting their true chatterbox selves lose when amongst their own?

Regardless, she was getting tired of the talk. She needed to know what she was doing here, and whether or not she was just wasting her time. "You all make sound points," she spoke up during a lull in the conversation, "very well thought out, well articulated. But maybe lets talk less and do more?"

She looked around, counting the gathering and wondering why they had were wasting time with hypotheticals. "One of you put out a call, and it seems to have been answered. But half of what you say seems a moot point. You're not numerous enough to do any sort of conquering, much less make anyone fear you. A star destroyer to the face is more than enough to take everyone out here, a few dozen times over." She looked around, trying to read from body language what she couldn't from masked faces. "This was your home, right? Maybe start with making this home once more, a safe haven for those who need it and worry about making the Galaxy fear you once you have that sorted."

That was something she could help with, set up a camp, help protect it, and complete whatever obligation she had to the old man so that she could get paid and not have to worry about food for a bit.

 

[Talon Vizsla]

"Bal meg haran, kapr Ni dasa'na, cuyir gar at sirbur mayen?" Talon growled, eyeing the strange woman and having zero expectations that she would be able to understand or respond. "Less talk and do more? If we act now without this discussion, we could become the biggest fools in Mandalorian history. Home? What do you think our people have tried to do for the past hundred years?" He trailed off. "Perhaps you wouldn't be able to do much, but a Star Destroyer wouldn't be too difficult in my opinion..." He grinned, his mind shooting back to easily infiltrating a Destroyer and blowing up its ion cannons. Hadn't exactly been...a dozen times over.

"We aren't here to run a charity... or at least I'm not. Rebuilding Mandalore itself is not the primary concern; others have begun to do so and Mandalore is not defenseless. The question is, are we trying to unite Mandalore? To bring it to its former glory, a nation where its warriors are no longer myths but nightmares? Or are we here to try to naively infiltrate other systems with a small group, spread some fear, and bring the wrath of the galaxy on our heads before we have the unity or strength to stand against it?"

He paused. "I agree with my fellow Vizsla...as well as Dol here. We must evolve. We cannot keep doing the same fruitless things over and over, hoping the outcome will be different. We must do something different, something beneficial and long-term, no matter how risky, impossible, or dangerous...but if violence is not the answer, we must put our warlike selfishness behind us and look to the wellbeing of our Vods."

He turned to Gett'se; "If I may put it in the words of our honorable yet foolish predecessor, Bo-Katan, "We will survive, we always will." Are we here to do so? Or are we here to thrive?" It wasn't a rhetorical question. He wanted to know; what exactly was their purpose? One seemed to want to charge blindly, hoping people leave them alone because of their works of violence. Another seemed to want to sit still and hand out food, hoping the nation as a whole would be the better of it. Talon, however? He wanted a system, a government, anything that would help to bring their shattered planet together, to unify it into the superpower it had once been...but if everyone here was not on the same page, nothing would ever get done.

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[Jester]

As one of the masked figures growled at her, Jester almost let out an exasperated sigh. She had hoped that speaking up in basic would force them to respond to her in kind, but for a moment she had to wonder if they were just going to ignore her. Thankfully he did continue in basic after that, and the more he spoke the more her brows started dipping into a confused frown.

"Wait," she said, not willing to get the answers she now sought, "there are people living no this planet? Mandalorian settlements? More of your kind?" She gazed around to seek an answer before continuing.

"Have any of you met these locals, sought their opinion in this grand discussion? Don't they have a say if you're thinking of becoming some grand army that might put their very existence at risk? What makes you lot so special that you get to make that decision for them?"

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[C’kol Rodarch]

“Because it is all who have suffered beneath the yoke of slavery. The Sith have returned, my young friend. War is upon you whether you like it or not.”

Dane had taken some time to speak to the young mando’a he had picked up, (time skip so that can still happen) the white armored warrior could not help but step in. He had maintained respectful silence for his time here, his clan’s allegiances has historically been questionable. Dane did not wish to provoke anyone.

“If we, Warriors of Mandalore, are not prepared to make ourselves known in the battles to come...”

His helm turned to look the girl flatly in the eyes. If she could look closely enough she would notice the Iridonian’s eyes burning into her sockets from beneath his helm. It was less that it was not her place, and more that he did not know of this one’s place at all.

“...then I am unworthy of my post as a Protector. We would all be unworthy of our titles and Beskar’gam, in such a reality were we refuse to fight! Because in the end, our kind craves not wanton bloodlust, but honorable death in a battle worth dying for.”

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[Ja’yr Ordo]

“I agree with our vod, we cannot let our fear of extinction dictate our plans. Now is the time to rebuild our lands and planets. Our numbers are few but we are can grow again. The best course of action, in my opinion is to make peace with the New Republic and its allies. This will give us the peace and time we to regrow. “
Ja’yr turned to girl as well and studied her trying to figure out her place here. He point at her and said in Mando’a
“What is your name, and what clan do you hail from. You came here and speak as if you are one of us. Yet you don’t talk like one of us, or wear armor like one of us.”

 

[Roland Rook]

"Here we go." He muttered as he saw Mandalorians begin to speak more directly towards one another and share their identities and opinions. It seemed Indyana was not the only non-Mandalorian present, at least as far as he could tell. A woman spoke up and Roland couldn't help but quirk the corner of his mouth at the points she made. His eyes shifted to look and see how the other speakers would react. These were all the opinions of individuals. Personal loss, generations of tradition, this was all far from simple. But Roland continued to watch.

"Sounds like they're trying to decide all Mandalorian futures. At least some of them are." The cross visored helm nodded towards the obvious individuals who were putting up their fair share of valid debate points. But Roland also didn't come here for an open debate and new that if they continued to talk in Mando'a then Indyana would be at a loss. This was nothing new to a Mandalorian and not something he needed to witness.

The off duty ranger didn't intend to get involved with the discussion of his people's ideals. Talon, Adenn and a few of the others he had met which were present had spoken with him before and knew what he was looking for. He was a stranger to many of these warriors and the same could be said about him from their perspective. There was no point in talking now since he had no real authority on the matter. No more than any of the other Mandalorians. "Come on." He touched the side of Indy's arm before making his way around the edge of the group and heading towards the city. One Mandalorian had blasted off towards so far.

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[Casany Praxor]

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Voices. One after the other. They echoed across the desert from behind their helmets like whispers in the wind. Casany had earlier spoken her fair share, caught up in the moment and so impassioned by the sand of her very own homeworld. She listened now as her brethren spoke: these words for this ideal to restore Mandalorian might, those words for this idea for the Mandalorians to simply survive. As speeches were exchanged amid tempers, Cass found herself gazing upon the desert—that simple, white sand where she suddenly could not bear the black visors of her contemporaries.

She slowly squatted, scooping up a handful of desert dust in her palm, watching the weightless sand slip between gloved fingers to land with silence, some of the particles blown away like wisps in the wind. When she rose, her kindred spirits were still talking, and to that she could only shake her head the same moment that there was a break in speech and she put her own forward once more. Words are wind.

“Mandalorians!” Cass called just loudly enough to be heard. “Are you standing or sitting? Where is this table before you? What scrolls do you hold that dictate your diplomacy as though we were gathered in a senate hall? Here we are, less than fifteen, united as one from all corners of the galaxy, heeding the same call to return to Mandalore and take this journey together—as one—to rediscover ourselves and our world. There will be plenty of time and space to discuss both.” She smiled beneath her helm; she did not need anyone to see it. “As we feast and drink in the halls of our home!”

“If you will not look between you to recognize your own reflection then look up! The skies of Mandalore watch you now, waiting for you to reclaim them, but you will not do so chanting across the sand!”

She pointed toward the domed city. “That is where our future is, Mando’ad!” She looked toward Dagon just then. “I said I am with you, but here is my truth: I am with my brothers and sisters and not just one.” Back toward them all. “So stand here and debate, if you must, or take after that pair of vod and aruetii as they walk, or our sister before who flew, and follow!”

Casany Praxor found her feet suddenly lifting from the sand, flames fuming toward it as her jetpack roared toward the sky. She looked around, searching for others who might light their fires, blaze the same beacons, but she would not wait. Neither will Mandalore.

“Come with me and claim our city!”

With that, Cass took off, flying toward that city, hoping that others were in tow even as she dared not steal a look behind herself, her focus ever forward. She had two signets on her shoulders, but it was time to forge another.

 

[Minerva Wren]

Marching through the shattered entrance Minerva beheld Sundari. The devastation was far worse even than the docks. In many sections were mounds of rubble where buildings once stood. Faded scorched marks dotted the walls and several bridges partially or completely destroyed.

High above she could see various holes in the dome large and small scattered around. Craters also were present on the ground. Even most of the buildings still standing looked worse for wear, either gutted or half demolished.

Signs of the Great Purge.

She heard the stories but to see the desolation in person was sobering to say the least. Subsequently Minerva spotted a few figures in the distance. So there were people living here but not as before. The young mercenary’s heart sank at the realization and she squeezed her fists in silent grief for both the past and the present.

“We have much to do.” She said to herself in an combintion of sadness and resolve.

 

[Reiel Mal Crowholde]

The discussion was turning more and more into a debate than Reiel had anticipated. But she appreciated the voices of concern for the endeavor they were to undertake as her vode and even an aruetii spoke one by one – each speaking up not of senseless drivel but good points that must be heeded if they were to restore Mandalore back to her full glory.

While she felt a little foolish for letting her emotions get the better of her before assessing the task at hand, the young Mandalorian still thought it a good cause to support Dagon's mission. When she offered her allegiance to the cause, she was not pledging herself and her clan to one man, rather, to the hope that Mandalore might one day be a home to her people once more, and that the Mandalorians would be united without ever repeating the mistakes of the past.

There was still the matter of entering Sundari, and before the discussion could turn into a full-blown argument, Reiel took a step back from her place before Casany and Ars, and went back to the circle beside Gett'se – the only Mandalorian she recognized among the group.

"Glad to see you here and hear your words, Gett'se ner vod," Reiel said in greeting, voice low and her words offered only for him to hear, giving him a customary pat on the arm. The touch was light and amiable, mirroring the ones she gave him when they first met in Ord Radama. "And I will not say this lightly: having someone I know in this gathering puts my heart at ease. Don't take this the wrong way, though – I am happy to be with our people, but nothing brings me more comfort than being with someone I'm most familiar with aside from the helmet and armor he wore."

She smiled at him under the helmet before diving back to the matter at hand. Conflict were words were being thrown around was never Reiel's strong suit. So, nervous (though helpfully curbed by being in the presence of someone she knew) as she was to be surrounded by her fellow Mandalorians, she did what her father told she was good at and lifted her helmeted head with an odd mix of pride and shyness.

"Chaaj jaon vhipir cerar ciryc,
At chur'cerar ruug bal churyc.
Mhi enteyo ba'slan e'toh
Ven mar'eyir kote ruyot."
​

Her singing voice – serene and surprisingly steady despite the embarrassment she felt – carried both the softness the lullaby offered to the foundlings back in the covert and the anguish held in its lyrics.

"Each of you spoke well and true," Reiel said in Mando'a, nodding her helmeted head at the speakers in acknowledgement of their words. "Mandalore must be restored, and for her children to return home without ever having to live in the shadows, to live scattered across the galaxy. And it is good that each of you is concerned for the future of our people. But if we are to achieve any of these, wouldn't it be prudent to find what the city has in store for us, first? That is the cause for your–" she swept a hand towards Dagon "–call, right?"

Reiel then dropped her hands to the side, clenching and unclenching them into fists to stave off her anxiety. Surrounded by people who spoke with much wisdom, she felt like a foundling who was intruding on a council of elders. She switched to Basic for the outsider's benefit.

"I know my opinion does not hold that much of a say in this matter, but before we could decide on the future of our people, shouldn't we ask them what they thought about it, first? Because the aruetii is right – we can't make the decision for the whole of our people. If we are to unite, shouldn't we hear what they have to say first about it? One man – let alone thirteen people – does not simply speak for an entire race unless he holds power, after all."

Her words were not meant to pose as a challenge. Or at least she hoped it would not be perceived as such. Confidence (it wasn't even there in the first place) wavering, she gestured meekly towards the domed city of Sundari, watching as the one who called herself Anvil made way for the city. One Mandalorian had already flown away earlier, and another who was accompanied by a stranger. She tentatively stepped forward, looking at the rest over her shoulder.

"So... are we still heading to the city or are we still going to discuss the future of our people?"

Spoiler: Translation

"Far over the misty mountains cold,
To dungeons old and deep.
We must depart together
To find our glorious past."

 

[Gett'se Vizsla]

Too many brothers speaking. Too many opinions and too little agreement. One such vod seemed to threaten Gett'se and he was tempted to draw his blade in anger, to make good on the man's promise that he would die by the stroke of a blade. But that was not the way forward for the Children of Mandalore.

Before he could react in anger, a familiar touch gave him pause. He had not seen Meiel in the crowd before, but was glad for her presence. And her words. Hers and the woman who had spoken before.

"They are right and I am humbled. For too long we have dreamed of a Mandalore that stands tall once again, and we have let our dreams turn into mere words. The Way of the Mandalore is not to dream but to act. We waste our breath trying to speak for all our peoples, when the same breath could fuel our deeds." He surveyed the men and women who he had listened to, almost come to blows with some. "This is the way."

Stepping with Meiel, he could have jetted off to fly to the city but he chose not to. "I would walk with one I have fought besides through the gates, rather than fly besides strangers." He said, giving the shorter Mandalorian a nod of his helmet, the slight smile beneath it invisible as he continued. "Unless you need a lift."

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[Dolworth]

Dolworth watched as the odd confusion ensnared the group, looking around as some called that they fly to the people immediately to ask their opinion on the matter. He looked over at Dagon and shrugged as if to say he had no idea what was going on either.

"Wait!" He called out to those about to leave, "Just what exactly are you guys going to even say?" He said folding his arms, "You're going to say to them 'Hey! Were going to restore our government want to join in?!' cause all they're going to do is laugh you all out of their villages. I know I've been to a few here and a few coverts across the Galaxy" he said, "Our people need first to see a strong unified group doing what we promise" He stated, "If there was one thing the Mandalorians are good at that the Galaxy doesn't see as bad is this: We lead by example." he said, letting it quietly take in for a moment, "Yes, We are but a few here. But if we show the rest that a unified Mandalore can be done without infighting, others will flock to our banner. Even the settlements outside Sundari will be the first to come. But they must see a working stable government in action. If you just go to them and tell them you are doing it one of two things are going to happen: Either they are going to take your words into consideration and then go back to their lives...or they're going to laugh you out of the village. My Father, My Brother, and Myself saw that once. Guy said he was going to reunite Mandalore and our village laughed him out. Me and my-....My Brother?" He paused for a moment, feeling a swell of pain fall over him for a moment before snapping out of his melancholy.

"We swore we would not make that same mistake. We have to show that a government is doable and more importantly stable. We do that? The rest will follow." Stated Dolworth. He stood there, waiting to see the others responses...

 

[Indy Sati]

At best, she was still picking up every other word, and though there were some that addressed in Basic, she still found it strange so many of them gathered in such an open plain; if any wrong ears heard this, it would not be difficult pickings to bomb the entire group out of orbit, and leave the smoldering remains to pick out their beskar. It seemed most civilizations were the same; each with different ideals, their own opinions.

At Roland's touch, she glanced over, nodding once. "Right."

She'd heard enough. And though she ached to speak, now wouldn't be the time. Now, however, laid in the question; what would need to be done for the Mandalorians to rebuild? Peace was an option, but this silence, this gap in their culture was the opposite of peace. So what then? A cry to violence?

Golden eyes slanted over at Roland as they walked, the breeze ruffling at the poncho and veil. How much was he willing to do to rebuild his people? How much of the Way did he follow? She knew bits and pieces... and he promised a study session. Perhaps after this, they could do just that.

@Darasuum