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[Van'Aria Solus]

Along the northern Hemisphere of Tatooine was a small town, one that had seen a little too much action for its size and populace but History had proven time and time again that for some odd Reason, Mandalorians love to travel through here especially those off the grid.

Mos Pelgo, rural and quiet mining town, famous for its fierce and hardy folk and its background of famous Boutny Hunters coming through, yet that was not all that decided to come and go, some came for information on people that pass through, others unwinded in the local Cantina and others were here to settle for mine work.

This time around it was all the same for Van'Aria, she had a debt to the people here and promised herself that she would check in every now and then after she crash landed into one nearby houses, she had been stranded on Tatooine long enough nursing her Ship back to shape that she remembers it so distinctively alongside having picked up a few useful languages.

<"If it isn't the Mandalorian I was thinking id never see again! What are you doing out here? Look I know you dont talk about it but you see... the kids miss you. You're like... a full size figurine for them and always those hopeful responses. You inspire them you know?">

The Local Bartender chirped up as Van'Aria took a seat just across from him at his Bar Counter, she couldn't help but smile briefly under that helmet, it was rare that people actually asked after her but hearing it felt... different, it instilled pride, she looked to the side for a moment as if she was weighing his words cautiously before her voice crackled back through her Helmet.

"Are they doing well? And what of the Settlers whose House I destroyed? I trust I could repay the debt?"

The Bartender gave a dismissive wave of his hand, she had done more than enough before reaching down into a hidden compartment where he kept his "better" drinks, making motions to fill her a glass of Spotchka he then remembered something, pointing his finger at her Visor he chuckled.

<"Ah thats right, you dont take that off. Well, Rugar and Rhy live outside of Town now, they didn't want to risk another mishap you see... but they aren't resentful, atleast I dont think so. Listen uhm... there was one of you here not too long ago was he... with you?">

And sure enough he was right, it was part of the Creed and she swore she would not betray it, drumming her gloved fingers along the Counter she looked guilty for a moment before letting out a brief sigh, perhaps she should get herself a better ship one day, this one seemed to be slowly but surely falling apart, though at the mention of a another Mandalorian her gaze lifted curiously, this was unusual.
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[Rynn Itera]

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Tatooine, why would anyone willingly subject themselves to living on such an inhospitable hellhole, was beyond the Mandalorian. Cardooine was no nice to place to live in comparison, but at least it forwent the blistering heat that the Twin Suns seemed to blanket the golden sands. But, the myths of his forefathers said that this was the place that their once great leader had come to vanish. Dunes were certainly a great place to vanish, the shifting sands changed the landscape of the sea, making it hard to track.

It was most likely a legend, but Rynn felt some obligation to come to this sacred land, to feel the depths beneath his feet and to journey into the white wastes to find something. What that something was, the Mandalorian was not yet sure. His red armor and horns had stood out among the people of the sands, their hushed whispers and voices could be seen, but not heard. The dunes had many tales of ghosts, and to them Rynn seemed to be one.

The Mandalorian's golden visor shifted past the mining folk as he stepped across the platforms and towards the doors of the local watering cantina, his boots clinking with each step. With a simple push through the door, his visor would quickly react to the dim lighting of the interior, and the faces would begin to pop up across his visor. He said nothing as he stepped past the few patrons and directly adjacent to the barkeep and another armored member of the creed. Rynn would only spend a moment or two staring at the helmet before sliding into the corner booth -- without a word.

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[Van'Aria Solus]

<"He... one of you-">

Before the Barkeep could finish his question all multiple pairs of eyes settled upon the new Arrival, not only a Mandalorian but also one that they haven't seen yet, especially the Van'Aria, Her head almost directly shifted into the direction of the Door as soon as it opened and fixated more directly on the Mandalorian that had made his entrance, enigmatic was the first impression she had but so were most of their People, Intimidation by merely existing was a way of life for them though he... he stuck out even for her tastes.

As soon as he sat, she rose almost in a fluid tandem, it was so synchronised it was almost uncanny, some Patrons almost out of direct instinct vacated the Cantina though she had far from any intention to pick a fight aslong as the one she had intent to take a closer look at wouldn't start one, the purple sheen of her Visor glinted briefly as she stood up and her accents were briefly shone upon, even to Mandalorian standards she was a large woman and it didn't help that instead of padded clothing she wore a Body Glove beneath her Armor which was fully filled out with her figure.

Slowly putting herself into motion she strode, slow, methodical into the immediete direction of that Corner Booth, though she stopped afore it as it would be disrespectful to take a seat without permission, standing there she scanned him up and down, it was uncanny how little body language came from her aside from the up and down motion as she took his details in, this was a curious one especially with the history of the Horns on his Helmet.

"By choice? Or by force?"

She asked gesturing to his Helmet, it was clear she had referenced his Horns but answering that question could yield her numerous characteristics about who she spoke to even if it was a bit direct but that was simply how she was, how she carried herself, disciplined, indifferent and to the point, to some it appeared to a be a shell she erected around herself a fortress to not get attached to someone.

Her gaze then fixated directly onto his Visor not diverting from it should he grace her with a glance until he either broke from her gaze or answered.

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[Rynn Itera]

The golden visor peered towards the woman as she approached, his helmet only twisting slightly adjacent to the left as he took in the woman's form, from the way the armor clung to her body, to the way the different dents had molded into her armor. You didn't need to see a face, to know what a person represented, but his interest had been drawn. The Mandalorian shifted his body a bit, so that the black poncho that covered his torso, swept to the side to showcase a lightsaber which was neatly clipped to a bandolier on his chest.

"My fire burns bright as I roar internal, yet I am cold on the outside and my cycle is eternal..." The Mandalorian's raspy voice seemed to drip from beneath his helmet's communicator, each breath was heavy almost as if he fought for each breath. "...What am I?"

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[Van'Aria Solus]

The riddle struck her, yet this was something she was not a stranger to, she herself spoke in vague and hard to place phrases and riddles such was the expertise of a Mentor and one armed with knowledge, her eyes briefly darted along the Bandolier strapped across his chest yet what she saw there did not unnerve her, no, it filled her with pride.

Though as he regarded her and slowly spoke she slid into the booth opposite from him slowly nestling in the tightening sound of fabric resounding as she did so, curious at first to hear what he spoke she thought though with his look and the briefest of details of the way he behaved and carried himself she saw something fragile yet wary, something relentless yet small, something that endured even past fate.

"An Ember."

She let it resound with gusto in her voice, a firm mature jet somber voice, it was one that befitted someone that taught, it radiated experience albeit at a cost, staring directly at him Visor to Visor she eventually reversed the tables as it was now her that proffereed a Riddle, and one that she rarely gave, if he was keen on testing her then so was she it would be no surprise that she was as well armed with one as he was.

"I am the cousin of Chance, good Fortune's best mate, I am what everyone seeks, when unsure of their Fate."

She laid her hands out onto the table inbetween them, palm up as if she was presenting what she spoke with her hands, this riddle was dear to her for it was what many people have called her in the past, and the nickname stuck to her.

"What am I?"

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[Rynn Itera]

The Mandalorian's jaw seemed to shift as she slid into the booth across from him. His eyes were heavy beneath his helmet as he spoke in a cold and direct manner, an ember was gone an instant -- what he stood for meant so much more. "I'm vengeance..." The words cut towards her in a sharp fashion, the words seeming to seep with a twinge of disappointment. His black gloves snaked back towards his end of the table, keeping them hidden away from her.

While the stranger may be open to bear her hands in the open before him, Rynn pulled inward like the hardened shell he wore, his personality pricked and jabbed with each word, like the horns on his helmet. His breath wheezed as he pulled himself up from his seat, to look down on her.

"Lucky..." Even through his visor, it was clear his eyes had an intense focus on her. "There is no such thing.."

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[Van'Aria Solus]

"Luck comes in many forms. It can also come to you."

She stated blankly as she stared forwards even despite his protective nature her tone had not changed a bit he posture remained hard as a rock as if she had if she bothered not no she endured, he might think differently but threatened she felt not, drawing in a sharp breath she slowly tilted her Helmet into his direction, light reflecting off of it giving the distinct purple hue of her Visor a mysterious sheen.

"Your anger betrays you. It shows me your ideals, your thoughts."

She pulled her hands towards herself as she slowly placed them palm down on the table pressing down to rise which she would should he have no direct objections, this close he could see how large she truely was, she stood a considerable margin taller than him yet whilst she showed this heavy frame, a certain serenity radiated from her, a almost warming guidance but the further he pulled himself into his own castle walls the harder it was for her to reach him.

"I cannot assume to understand you, I would do you a misdeed. What I can do is vow to understand, to listen. To share the burden of what you have witnessed, of the things that weigh you down. Because an Ember, an Ember is a Spark, a spark that can ignite a Fire, and this fire can envelop an entire Kiln, the Flame of Vengeance is dangerous, it can make you forget who you are."

She spoke with truth in her words, she herself was seduced by the very same in her younger days, arrogance and a fierce lust for power had made her complacent in others until she was set down the path she treads now, albeit dangerous to so directly ask someone like him these questions, she would do it all the same, he had nothing to gain from violence, and she had nothing to lose.

"Have you ever removed your Helmet?"

She asked direct, firm and centered deep into him, this was a question that a Mandalorian must choose to answer wisely because its Answer could come with repercussions, her gaze fixated deep into him, you could feel her gaze almost through the Visor she was searching his every being for apprehension, tension perhaps even fear, but not out of search for a weakness but rather for a place she could support.

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[Rynn Itera]

The Mandalorian looked to Van'Aria with a tilt of his helmet. Luck, did not exist, everything had a purpose and a reason for why it happened, Rynn had come to learn this through his teachings and history. He didn't need luck on his side, he simply needed determination and purpose -- if he died along the way, then that was that. This is the way...

His golden visor peered upwards towards the taller woman, "There is nothing more honorable than to wear your purpose on your armor. It's a will to power, those who don't like it will know right away, there can be no other way. It was the foolishness of the so called 'Honorable' Mandalorians, which lead to the destruction of your homeland. My people had been cast out and shunned from your traditions, your way of life."

The Mandalorian crossed his arms as he began to walk towards the door and back into the blistering sun. If she continued to follow, his words would be clear. "Your people do not see my kind as true Mandalorians, so in truth it should not matter if I removed my helmet before another." He'd say as he turned his helmet to her, studying the figure. "I have once a decade prior, but she died long ago. I have taken the vow to not remove it unless I find love again."

His jaw shifted beneath his helmet as he stepped into the sand. "But, I do not worry about that now. Who I am does not matter, I must carry the burden of rebuilding what was lost, what was taken. That is why I am here, to find the past."

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[Van'Aria Solus]

"Lothal saw the slaughter of people that barely fought."

She stated back with thrum in her voice, she did not intend to rattle him or make him grow defensive it was simply just the thought of it that made her grow that much more focused, more zoned into the wrong doings of the current Generation, it bothered her, no it made her churn it made her... feel hatred, a feeling she rarely shared, the abuse of their age old history to be thrown away just to kneel again, a Mandalorian doesn't kneel, they fight until there is naught left to fight.

"A Mandalorian is not forged through their appearance, nor their upbringing, nor their deeds. It is the Creed that makes us who we are, it is our History that shows us time and time again that we are a will and Clan does not influence such, we may act different, we may look different, we may speak other languages but we all are one, we speak the tongue, we wear the Armor and we embody the Past."

She strode after him, he might think that she thought of him ill or saw him as a outcast but it was far from that, she had a firm belief that no Mandalorian differs truely from another, each is a part of a grander picture that personifies the Mandalorians and therefore judging him as much as anyone else should be forbidden, atleast such was the logic in her mind.

"If your cause is just, and your way clear, you forge whom you are. You are Mandalorian as much as any other."

She followed him outside and stood in the Doorframe as she looked after him not intent on walking after him like a lost pup, she had naught to prove to him but if she could make him think at the very least she had already achieved more than she wanted.

"Would you fight for a Mandalore undivided?"

She asked direct and concise, there was purpose in those words, dangerous purpose.

"I will. I will not rest until my people are back to the Glory they once were, without oppression, without bias, without need for petty squabbles between one another, we are more than this, we are living History one that the Galaxy cannot and will not oppress whilst I draw breath. Go if you must stumble forth on your path towards your own ends, but I will not, I will do all that I can and more to elevate my People higher, for that is who I am."

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[Rynn Itera]

The horned-helmed Mandalorian turned to the woman as he walked across the sand, stopping at his speeder bike. His fingers fumbled over his pack as he loaded up and checked over his ammunition, listening to the words that were spoken over the dust swept streets before them. She spoke of history of unification, of glory -- these were things that the tribe elders had spoken on in the past, the history had shown these moments before, it was interesting to Rynn that so many Mandalorians spoke of glory, of better days -- yet none could ever show them, nor did they have answers on how to bring them back.

"Slaughtering Civilians, shooting children and destroying an ancient enemy of sorcerers who had done nothing to us in Centuries?" The words spoke as he turned to look towards the Mandalorian. Perhaps it was ironic coming from someone who had defeated a Jedi himself, though his feelings on the wizards had always been conflicted to begin with. The difference between himself and the rest of their people, was that Rynn did not see himself as a good person.

"You can pick up the pieces, try to rebuild the past, but all we have are symbols that you and I do not fully understand. We are alive, are we not? After all such destruction in this galaxy, we continue to live, our traditions continue to live. Your vision of Mandalorian culture is short sighted, it's a cultural form of extremism that is built to stoke fears in those who remain, so that those with ambition can rise to power..."

Rynn would lean up against his bike as he crossed his arms, "Each time our people have risen, it has only lead to the greater death and loss of what they are as a people. Many talk of isolationism, of controlling our destiny, but it is foolish to claim. The woman I loved, she was a Jedi and they claimed the same. They're dead now, their ancestral home raised to nothing...history gone, left for me to burden. Do not be foolish to think that they will not do the same to Mandalore."

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[Van'Aria Solus]

She stepped out into the Sands heavily, no she would not see the same mistakes repeated, it was the Individuality of Mandalorians that made them who they were, why limit such? Why build something that restricts, why bow to a cause not their own? She would not stand for it, that was not something she could believe in and refused to accept, she would not rally to a cause knowing full well that the cause of that is to collude oneself with those that sought to destroy their culture.

"We are a people that has ever been driven by change and unflinching will, it is the vast spectrum of our combined thinking that elevated us, not a single fist, a combined fist, one with reason, thought and guidance, not driven by single thought but a collective one."

She clenched a fist as she spoke gesturing to the sky as she continued.

"We are the very definition of Willpower, and I will not see it go to waste, I will not see it being manipulated to fight Wars for causes that are not our own, We should be one, a canvas bearing stars of unlimited opportunities and it should be our duty to forge a path for those that come after us so that what we are may not be forgotton."

She then grew silent for a long moment letting things sink in before raising her voice once more.

"I will not ask for your support, nor will I ask for you understanding, but I will stand for you as I will for any other Brother, I am Mandalorian and I do not forget. I honor what has passed whilst forging a better path forwards, and my heart tells me... no it yearns for Change, and if I must bring it. I will."

She settled her gaze finally on him as her last words rung true, the fierce determination in her voice, the stalwart stature spoke a thousand words, she would not be swayed from her path and was willing to do anything to improve the situation of her people a truely selfless statement yet one that in its core was a quality few posessed.

"We are Mandalorian. We are equal. All of us."

 

[Rynn Itera]

The Mandalorian pulled himself from his speeder, walking several steps towards the woman and placing a palm against her breastplate, and then to his own. His horned helmet bumping slightly against the armor as if to make a point. "The fact that I can touch you, and you can feel me...That means our life has not ended, even after all the harm that has come to our people. Is that not a sign that we have not lost what makes us Mandalorian? We do not need a bygone relic to be shiny to show that our people exist, living here and now...That's how we show it."

The Mandalorian peered up towards the woman as she spoke, "I'm afraid that it is already too late, the war has already begun and our people were pushed into that life on Mandalore. I made that choice, I was present with the leaders that day. I helped shoot the man who spoke against the Sith and aided in hunting down those who stood against our new rule, but like that I returned to my true mission..."

The Mandalorian struggled for a moment as he wheezed and caught his breath, all this talking had begun to tire out his once ill body. What his mission was, Rynn did not know quite. He needed to find himself, and what he believed in, but it all felt so complicated. Glory, death and tragedy, why did it always turn this way? Rynn's mind struggled with the understanding, and it was almost as if the realization had hit his shoulders, he like many were to blame for what had come of their people. "...If our people continue down the path we are on, you will recreate the failings of my tribe, and that failing may spell the doom of our people forever."

His words hovered against the bottom of his lips as he pressed his hand once more against her forearm. "You wish to change this?"

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[Van'Aria Solus]

She listened intently, the rasp of his voice betrayed his strength but she did not pity him for it nor did she look at him any other way, he was still the same man she had met in the beginning and nothing would change that even if he were to be on his deathbed.

"Just because you made your choice once, does not mean you cannot find your true path, we fail, we make mistakes that is part of our life, the fact that we think, question and act on our thoughts changes the perception of someone blind to someone with heart and soul. Be not guilty, be not vengeful... be better, you make who you wish to be and with Willpower you can achieve all."

She then reached down to grab his forearm as he held onto her's her grip was strong, firm, she felt real more real than could ever be and the solemn fierce determination radiating from her never ceased, she then slowly lowered her gaze to peer directly into his Visor as if she could create holes with her eyes.

"I must. I will not see this perpetuation. I will not see things crumble, no more. I will set down this path until I draw my last breath, that I swear."

Her words radiated with solemn clarity, direct and unflinching a Mentors voice... no. A Voice of Authority, of Unity.

"You spoke of Luck, you are right there is no such thing as Luck, but there is Fate."

She raised her head lightly to let him process her words after she spoke, it was much to think on and the words she spoke were more than warranted aggressions from other Mandalorians, yet he listened and the fact that she trusted him enough to speak this openly should give him thought, either that or she felt herself strong enough to withstand a fight it was hard to judge.

 

[Rynn Itera]

The Mandalorian's golden visor tilted slightly as he looked upwards towards the woman, their forearms clasped together with strength and pure connection. She had a strong sense to the way she carried herself, a radiance and a determination, it was admirable if not a bit foolish. But, all great leaders must be slightly foolish, for it often takes the impossible to become something greater.

"We will see if that happens in time, for now we must prove ourselves one step at a time." The Mandalorian's hand slid down her forearm and grazed against her digits slightly, with a tempting tease. A Mandalorian did not need to see a face, to understand a connection -- it seemed that she saw it the same way.

"Fate perhaps brought us together, that is true.." The Mandalorian's voice rasped as he motioned her to join him at his bike. "I will come with you, but I ask that you help me with something first."

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[Van'Aria Solus]

It was hard to understand if she was either cold to his gesture or if she elected to hide any regard to it to preserve her depiction of strength yet nevertheless she would be ready to help at a moments notice, if she were to rise she would make certain that she did not do so out of privilege or out of cutting corners, she would do so by showing the people that she could bring the change she vouched for and that out of her own volition, out of her own strength.

"You would be wise to be careful."

She finally addressed his motions with a tilt of her head, it was not that she denied his approach but rather she warned him, with her ambitions he may very well burn himself on chasing something that could be his end.

"Fire burns and shuffling too close to it may burn you."

There was no ill intent in her words but rather a somber fear for the fact that she endangered those too close to her with the path she chooses and inevitably when one would turn to leadership their loved ones became the first target.

"If a Brother asks, I shall answer. Tell me what you would have me help you with it is both my duty and obligation to help."

 

[Rynn Itera]

The Mandalorian's helmet turned to her with a tilt to the side, as a slight smirk crossed over his lips. Was she so concerned that he couldn't hold his own or was it the fear of losing others that caused her to say what she did? Only time would tell, but the Mandalorian was quite interested in their little exchange. His lips twisted beneath his helm as he called out to her. "If the Cardooine Shivers, those Dathomirian Bats, nor a Jedi could best me...then the challenge to your closeness does not scare me."

He broke out a bit into laughter as he began to rev up his speeder bike. "Though my father always said, a strong Mandalorian woman was the death of many of men. But, some potential burns are worth the risk, hmm?" His feet pressed off the throttle, letting the engine idle as he waited.

"I've come in search of a relic of my tribe, of our former Mand'alor, the one labeled a traitor to his people. It is said that he died here, in these great dunes. It is time I collect the last remaining bits and put it to rest -- so I can move forward and forge a new path for our people. What do you say Sister? Is that worthy of your cause?"

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[Van'Aria Solus]

She stood there for a moment, her purple hued Visor glinting in the sun, she thought... thought of the many things that she must brave to achieve what she wanted, the hardships that she must endure, the disputes she must walk through and most importantly... the oh so very likelyness of being forced into exile, it all matter naught to her, her Purpose was just and that alone was a source of endless motivation even if the very Alor of her Clan would decide to oppose her.

"That depends on your own answers."

She would say as she slowly moved towards him and his bike, she had made her decision, she would aid him for even the smallest gesture can go a long way, it was a start and the fact that he searched for something so important to both her and him made the decision that much more easy.

"I will not back down from such, however, will you help me in the search for something I seek?"

She asked as she swung herself onto the bike behind him, her heavy stature made it dip just a bit for the slightest of moments, her hand rested briefly on his Shoulder, a strong, firm and steady hand one who's touch was far from gentle but a feeling told him that this was simply the way she elected to be instead of her capability.

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[Rynn Itera]

The Mandalorian peered back slightly as he felt the hand place against the side of his shoulder, his horned helmet offering the subtlest of nods. She had a proposal for him, an offer to aide her in her own mission, her voice was strong and steady -- which was the markings of any proper Mandalorian. A smile creased beneath his helm as he turned forward to face the dune sea. "I will aide you in your mission. This is the Way."

The speeder engine roared to life causing that distinct howling noise to whip across the dunes with each throttle as they began to jet across the Great Dune Sea. It was a strange sensation, to see so much sand stretching as far as the eye could see. One could easily lose themselves within the dunes, they would need guidance, as a way to decipher the old tales. "First time on planet?" He'd ask idly as they traveled somewhere towards the center of the dunes.

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[Van'Aria Solus]

She paused for a moment, he had said he didnt believe in being a Mandalorian yet he acted the part, it contradicted one another yet she minded it naught, every living being in existence had the chance to become a Mandalorian and the right to fight for something they believe in, Elitism breeds weakness and Fear she would not stoop so low, she then gave back as it was custom the very same phrase he had finished his Sentence with.

"This is the Way."

As they sped across the barren dunes of Tatooine, memories slowly played within her mind, some of elder days others more dear to her, she had spent a extensive time on this Planet having been stranded her before and as she worked for the Parts to repair her Ship to get off Tatooine and spent albeit something she did not tell very often, alot of time with Jawas so much that she had picked up their language.

"I have History on this Planet, I speak Jawaese aswell as Tusken which should tell you enough how much time ive spent here."

It was true... the fact of those claims meant that she had spent a long time here not by choice but out of necessity, when the time came she would spend the same amount on Mandalore starting her search for the one true Artifact so long lost and when it was finally in her grasp... she knew nothing would stand in her way.

"You seek the Saber? Not ours, but his."

She asked out of curiousity, there was much that he could be looking for and infact she gambled on who he might be speaking about but she had a good idea of who it might be that he was referring to, what he would want with a Sith Lightsaber... she would not question.

 

[Rynn Itera]

"Jawas hmm? You're lucky they did not strip you of your armor...Their kind is known for certain tricks." The words were barely audible across the groaning snaps and hisses of the bike's acceleration. They swept through never ending dunes, up and down like a great sea snake gliding through the waves, but they were getting close to their first destination, but it would require an offering to pass.

Rynn would throttle the bike, sending it skirting and resting, as he jumped down into the thick golden sands, the Suns were at their midpoint, it would most likely be darkness by the time they found it, but that would not stop his determination. With sinking steps, the Mandalorian walked along the sand, before dropping down and running his hands through the grains, in search of something.

"Our people had become pacifists, the traditions and ideals that we once held dear had been abandoned in the name of 'progression', in reality we were to be assimilated into the galaxy as a whole. There would have been no difference between the people of Mandalore and that of Ord Mantell. The old stories, the warrior code -- distant memories and banished history. Those of our past, Viszla, Kryze-Drast, Kast, and so forth would be painted as dark influencers who had forged the mistakes to be vilified on behalf of the pacifist government, so that in time our children would forget."

His fingers swept through the sand, allowing the grains to slide between his digits as he worked. "Traditionalists claimed that he was a mortal enemy of our people, a sorcerer who simply wished to use our people. Alas, it seems so many forget what the true history held. Tarre Vizsla had forged his great blade and had allied himself with the wizards of light, but he was not the only. Darth Leviticus had unified our people to crush the Delucians generations ago... It was through him and the unification of the First Empress bloodline, that the Kryze-Drast had been forged, creating the first powerful storm that our people could cling to."

His fingers pushed deep into the sand, bumping against an object in its depths. "He was my great-father's alor, the spark needed for our people to rise up against the pacifist governments and reclaim our roots. If it were not for the Republic, the Jedi, and the traitorous Mandalorian Traditionalists, our people would have stood strong against the Imperial Occupation... But, alas history does not always go in way of the righteous. My people were banished from your 'sacred' lands, forced into deep hiding far from our planets, our way of life. Though we have never forgotten the code, nor what he had done for us... Many do not see us as Mandalorians, no we're simply just thugs.. But, this is simply not true."

His fingers would pull several thick water shells from the depths as he stood up, tossing them to Aria. "I am the last of this line of history, there are no others left. This is the burden I carry, one that none of us must ever forget. I seek his saber, so it may finally be put to rest, and so I may forge ahead and create a new chapter."

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