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He sat there with his head hanging low, staring into the ground as he waited. What was it that he was waiting for, was it for someone that would pat him on the back to tell him that everything would be alright and the war would end soon. No, it wasn't as simple as that for him. Cabur was waiting for the clan leaders arrival to the location which he had called them to, a location near the equator on Ordo. His home since becoming one of the mando'ad, chuckling softly he lifted his head as he remembered the day when he meet the person who would change the course of his life. Ge'carta, the mandalorian woman which had risked her life to give him and sixteen other children a place to call home. He was glad that he had stepped out in front of the jedi that day, but he was also sad because of it. Sad because of having seen so much suffering through conflicts, internal and external. Fighting during wars between warlords for money, and loosing people that you care about because of such conflicts. The civil war had been no different, forcing him to kill another vod. Something that he didn't want to happen again, but with how the situation in the clan was right now, it could become a reality. Because of the war that was going on in the galaxy, and the Aliit'alor being on the front line. To keep that from happening, someone needed to step up while he was gone, otherwise the clan could risk falling apart. Something that Cabur wouldn't allow, he would not allow his family to fall apart because of something like this.