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The home given to him by the King of Onderon was more than just a mere place to sleep at night. Needing to be something befitting the Mand’alor, the wise king had it fully renovated and upgraded in numerous areas, making it both a comfortable, lavish place to stay, as well as a fortified strategic operations center. Among these renovations included an impressive armory for his personal weapons, a hangar and workshop for his basilisk and armor, command center with a holographic map of the galaxy, and a small, reinforced “guest” room for people the Mand’alor personally wanted to… meet.
After the meeting with his War Council was over, Leandros had asked Drace to remain behind, knowing the man had something to show him. He’d seen the fight on Tatooine and how he’d bested the Sith he was against, and hearing that the man claimed a prize from that fight that was important enough to show the Mand’alor piqued his interest considerably. Once the others had left, all that remained were Leandros, Lily – who was in another room – Drace, and the Mand’alor’s honor guard, who remained posted by the entrances to ensure nobody of ill-repute tried to disturb the peace.
Leandros waited in the command center, arms folded across his chest, as Drace went to retrieve the so-called “trophy.” He wanted to know what, exactly, was so special about it. If it was anything less than a live prisoner, the Mand’alor would toss Drace out the window and keep whatever prize he brought. His time was valuable, and he had many meetings, as well as a play date with Lily, to attend later. The dull blue glow of the galactic atlas reflected dimly off his mask, and his foot began to tap impatiently.
@vamp
After the meeting with his War Council was over, Leandros had asked Drace to remain behind, knowing the man had something to show him. He’d seen the fight on Tatooine and how he’d bested the Sith he was against, and hearing that the man claimed a prize from that fight that was important enough to show the Mand’alor piqued his interest considerably. Once the others had left, all that remained were Leandros, Lily – who was in another room – Drace, and the Mand’alor’s honor guard, who remained posted by the entrances to ensure nobody of ill-repute tried to disturb the peace.
Leandros waited in the command center, arms folded across his chest, as Drace went to retrieve the so-called “trophy.” He wanted to know what, exactly, was so special about it. If it was anything less than a live prisoner, the Mand’alor would toss Drace out the window and keep whatever prize he brought. His time was valuable, and he had many meetings, as well as a play date with Lily, to attend later. The dull blue glow of the galactic atlas reflected dimly off his mask, and his foot began to tap impatiently.
@vamp