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Leaning against one of his arms he watched the small polyhedron that he was spinning around, to some a small item such as this didn't hold much meaning. But it was different with him, to him it meant something. Though how much it meant to him he wouldn't tell anyone, but it meant enough to him that the person who took it would be in a world of pain. A low chuckle could be heard from him as he stopped spinning the polyhedron, and let it rest on the table for a few seconds before pressing in a combination that would initiate one of the many holograms that had been stored within. The hologram that was beings shown right now was just a picture, but it was dear to him. It had been taken the same day as he and his siblings had arrived on Manda'yaim, on that picture he was held in the arms of Ge'carta while being asleep. A warm smile could be seen on his face as he looked at the hologram, even if he hadn't been awake at the time, it was precious to him.
Looking towards the door his smile faded away, the people that he had called upon had yet to arrive to the meeting. Those that he had called upon was the other clan leader amongst the mando'ad, along with the Mand'alor. They needed to know what would happen, he had to inform them of what would happen. With a low sigh and a sad face Cabur deactivated the holo, and lifted it up with his right hand. Inspecting it while thinking about things that had happened. About 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. And then two years ago the civil war broke out, forcing vod to kill another vod, something that he didn't want to happen once more. But with how the situation looked now, with the Aliit'alor of clan Ordo being away fighting for the empire, that could become a reality once more.
Because of this Cabur felt that it was his duty to keep this from happening, that it was his job to prevent the clan from falling into chaos while their Aliit'alor was gone. This was something that he wouldn't allow, he would not allow that something like this caused his clan, his family to fall.
Looking towards the door his smile faded away, the people that he had called upon had yet to arrive to the meeting. Those that he had called upon was the other clan leader amongst the mando'ad, along with the Mand'alor. They needed to know what would happen, he had to inform them of what would happen. With a low sigh and a sad face Cabur deactivated the holo, and lifted it up with his right hand. Inspecting it while thinking about things that had happened. About 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. And then two years ago the civil war broke out, forcing vod to kill another vod, something that he didn't want to happen once more. But with how the situation looked now, with the Aliit'alor of clan Ordo being away fighting for the empire, that could become a reality once more.
Because of this Cabur felt that it was his duty to keep this from happening, that it was his job to prevent the clan from falling into chaos while their Aliit'alor was gone. This was something that he wouldn't allow, he would not allow that something like this caused his clan, his family to fall.
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