Lothal was conquered after a not inconsiderable amount of effort – but that just made it better in Arthos’ opinion. There was nothing truly to be gained by steamrolling over weaklings, it didn’t prove the superiority of the Mandalorian cause to beat people barely able to raise a weapon in the defence of their loved ones. No, it had been hard-fought and hard-won because they had battled against Jedi!
One of two ancient enemies.
With the planet subjugated and the Jedi routed or killed, Clan Vizsla had called back some of its key members to Mandalore to discuss “further supporting the war effort”. As far as Arthos could see, it was likely a chance for the Alor and their elders to discuss ways in which the Clan could become indispensable to the new Mand’alor through schemes.
Rather than just spending more time with Mand’alor and his armies, doing the work of the crusade as they had been called to do. As his ship was coming in toward the Clan compound on Mandalore itself, Arthos let out a breath.
“Bak-Ru. Keep your back straight and your eyes forward.” He told his new Vod with a slight growl to his voice, “They might not be happy you’re here.”
Landing on the landing pad, he could see already a small crowd of armoured clan-members and he recognized his adopted mother anywhere by the shining golden helmet she wore. Patting Bak-Ru on the shoulder as he passed, Arthos stepped out of his ship to greet them.
“Buir.”
The Vizsla woman stiffened at his voice, eyeing him warily.
“You have armoured yourself more. I hope you actually earned it.” She cut back, eyeing the ship and Bak-Ru as well, “I see the rumours from Lothal were true – you couldn’t even kill the enemy. Hut’uun.”
Typically Arthos would have been cowed by his overbearing Buir but after having thrown himself into a war? Standing toe to toe with a Sith Lord and telling him, to his face, that his blood wasn’t good enough? She felt smaller to him.
“If the rest of Clan Vizsla feels the same then I shall meet those words.” He returned with a frown, “But right now they’re just wind.”
Pushing past his Buir, Arthos would lead Bak-Ru to the center of the Vizsla Clan Compound – the bar and grill. It was already filling up with people who wanted to vote on if Bak-Ru would actually become a Vizsla or not and if Arthos should be punished for extending the offer in the first place. Reaching the bar, Arthos ordered two large beers and pushed one to Bak-Ru.
“You like spicy meats? Cus that’s a lot of what we have here.”
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