Ask Warrior of Mandalore! What News from the Mark?

[Reiel Mal Crowholde]

Arthos Vizsla was one of the few of her fellow Mandalorians that Reiel genuinely liked. There was just something about the young man that was so endearing to her. Was it his shyness? Was it his unwilling impression of a bean pole (because by Kad, he's kriffing tall)? Was it his fighting and superb flying skills? Or was it something else?


As such, she decided to meet the young man so she had someone to ask about their new Mand'alor. It was unlike Buir to share information to her – alright, he had the tendency to withhold information if he knew she wouldn't like the whole story – but she felt she deserved to know what had transpired on Mandalore and how their Mand'alor came to be. She was most curious (and angry) at the hinted Sith presence on their homeworld, but her father had stopped at that and told her sternly to “remain where she was.” Why the hell would she sit her butt down when the alor of all alore was out there?


She could've called Kotii and asked him instead. But then she got all shy about rubbing elbows with the Badger who spearheaded the liberation of the slaves underneath the Zygerrian Empire. The guy was practically a badass in his own right, and compared to him she looked like a tiny potato that could only do damage when chucked with enough force. She also assumed that the alor of Clan Solus might have been preoccupied with his own affairs, so she crossed him off the line of contacts for now.


And Arthos isn't? What if he's busy? she thought as her gauntlet broke a ruffian's nose, struggling to keep her own thoughts heard through the din of yet another bar fight she found herself in. What if he's doing Mando Stuff right now and you're taking him away from it, only to bring him into this? A fricking barroom brawl? The poor boy – he doesn't have time for this, Reiel!

She didn't, either, but who was she to refuse the group of drunken idiots who dared to make fun of her height? And why, oh why the ever loving kark, was it the thing they noticed first after getting over their initial fear upon seeing the beskar'gam she wore?

The first time she met Arthos, she had been late to their meeting because of a lovers' tiff. Now he would set foot into the cantina to see her throwing hands against three men and a Weequay much larger than her while the rest of the patrons began brawling amongst themselves for reasons she was yet to find out. The young Vizsla might think that Reiel was a walking trouble magnet at this point, and she wouldn't even get mad at him for it.

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[Arthos Vizsla]

Reiel was someone who had been kind to Arthos every time he had seen her, without being patronizing. Perhaps it seemed odd that someone of his height and stature would be patronized but it happened regularly. He wasn't particularly old and he was typically shy around others before he got a chance to loosen up around them. She was still someone he was rather shy around, considering she was rather storied in her way, but he wasn't about to shy away so much he didn't meet her when requested.

The fact that she seemed prone to barfights was... strange.

He hadn't ever been in a barfight before he met Reiel but they seemed to follow her around every time she entered a cantina. If he had been more superstitious he would have called it a curse on the smaller Mandalorian but he wasn't that dramatic.

"Oh kriff, there's another one?! And he's huge!"

Indeed - Arthos was very large when compared to Reiel.

Moving to stand (read: loom) over Reiel from behind, Arthos rolled his neck ever so slightly and make a point of slowly drawing one of his vibroknives. Of course that cool entrance was immediately ruined when the Weequay reached out to the table and threw the first thing he could grab at him.

Arthos blinked behind the helmet as a bowl of guacamole splashed wetly against his helmet. His beskar helmet, the helmet that his clan had given to him when they had deemed him, in their own words, to be sufficient. It was, without a doubt, the single most precious thing he owned outside of his ship.

He sheathed his blade before lunging over Reiel to tackle the Weequay to the ground.

"I'm going to beat your face in until it's concave! Do you have any idea how long it takes to shine this thing?!"

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[Reiel Mal Crowholde]

The shadow that loomed over her was more than enough of a confirmation that one of her favorite Mandalorians had arrived. Reiel couldn't stop the amused giggle from escaping her at one of her opponent's comment about Arthos – he was, indeed, huge, and him standing behind her cast an almost comical sight. Turning to face him, Reiel shot him a bright grin despite the cover of her helmet. He might not see it, but he sure as hell would hear it in her voice.

“Arthos, hey!”

She had been calling him with the wrong name the first time they met, and while she was confident that she didn't mishear her buir when he told her the young Vizsla's name it turned out that she actually did. It was embarrassing, extremely so, but at least she wouldn't be calling him Arthur again. Maybe she could for playful teasing, but then again it was best to drop it. He still held that endearing shyness around her and she didn't want to make him think that she was poking fun at him.

A bowl of guacamole then sailed past overhead from somewhere behind her, and Reiel could only watch as green goop splashed against Arthos's helmet. Of course she wasn't spared as she was sprayed with globs of guacamole upon impact with her vod's helm. Instead of following the green trail of mush that dripped down his helmet, Reiel's attention was caught by the vibroknife he sheathed. She didn't even need to step aside as he just lunged over her to launch himself at the Weequay who seemed to be the culprit behind the flying bowl of guacamole.

The small Mandalorian and the Weequay's companions watched, almost transfixed, the tall Mando and the Weequay crash to the floor. They would have made for a comedic sight if it weren't for Reiel going back to the fighting to exact payment for the unsolicited height joke by grabbing a chair from a nearby table and charging to hit the grunt who insulted her. For his part the bastard reacted a tad too late towards the assault made on his person. The chair hit its mark, but before Reiel could follow up the stocky male in the group caught the makeshift weapon. Expecting her to tighten her grip the man let out a surprised grunt when she instead shoved the chair at him at the first insistent tug, causing him to stumble backwards.

“You blasted shrimp–”

“Say that again, you kriffer. I double dare you!”

“Shrimp!”

Reiel's gaze darkened as the two remaining men laughed over their companion's prone form on the floor. Leaving the Weequay to Arthos, she raised one arm, flamethrower aimed at the still laughing drunks.

“So, you have chosen death,” she simply commented before she launched a stream of flame at the bastards. She honestly wasn't going to kill them over something her clanmates would deem petty, but she sure as hell wouldn't be letting anyone who made fun of her walk out of this bar unscathed. Quite rude of them, really. All she wanted when she stepped into the bar was to wait for Arthos so she could ask about what happened on Mandalore and their people's new leader. And if, by some twist of fate, this was Arthos's first ever barfight experience?

She knew she would be terribly embarrassed about it later, but Reiel just knew that she wouldn't be able to stop herself from commenting that there's always a first time for everything.

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[Arthos Vizsla]

Well, she wasn’t calling him Arthur and Arthos didn’t have to have the incredibly awkward conversation where he politely tried to explain to the other Mandalorian that she wasn’t actually using his name. It would likely have ended with him bright red in the face underneath his helmet after stuttering through the request. A reasonable request, sure, but he wasn’t great with social interactions with people he was explicitly told were above him.

Then it was all forgotten… because of guacamole.

The Weequay likely thought it wasn’t that big of a deal but Arthos did. One of his few points of pride? Sullied by green goop he didn’t even like the taste of. His standing in front of the older Mando? Ruined by the embarrassment of the whole incident. Grabbing the Weequay by both sides of the head, Arthos began to headbutt him with the beskar helmet he had sullied.

“Clean it with your blood you karking, swine!” he commanded, “Bleed until it is clean!”

He might have let his temper get the better of him actually.

Thankfully for the Weequay, Arthos didn’t need to headbutt them too many times before the beskar broke the man’s nose and he slumped, unresponsive. Growling a little bit, Arthos stood up from where he had been brawling on the ground. Entirely without meaning to, he saved one of Reiel’s opponents from taking a blast of fire to the face.

Because he immediately doubled over as Arthos punched him in the balls from behind, dropping the man with a strangled squeaking sound. Grunting in discomfort, Arthos struggled to his feet before grabbing Reiel by the back of her armor.

“Vod, they’re not worth the fuel! Leave it, vod, leave it!”

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[Reiel Mal Crowholde]

The smell of burnt hair and clothing would have made the small Mandalorian cackle but one of the offenders doubled over without warning, then someone was grabbing her by her backplate. She thought it was another drunken idiot but Arthos's voice cut through the haze of her anger. He didn't need to tell her thrice as she immediately deactivated her flamethrower before glaring at her offenders. The one who received the full brunt of her firepower was already scrambling out of the cantina, the other curled up on the ground and clutching his family jewels.

Slowly she turned to look up at her fellow Mando, brows raised. Wordlessly she gestured between him and the idiot on the floor, a silent ‘Did you seriously punch him in the balls?!’ hanging in the air as she belatedly noticed that the rest of the fighting had died down the moment she used her flamethrower. Seconds dragged by without a word from her, the drunk bastard's pained moans occasionally breaking through the verbal abuses the bartender was spitting out at practically everyone in the cantina for the chaos that had just unfolded. Reiel ignored the poor bloke's rant before tossing him a pouch of credits.

“The hell is this for?”

“For the drink. And for the damages I made. To be fair, I only broke a chair... and shattered one glass before that,” replied the small Mando almost nonchalantly. She expected a curse from the bartender, but the man only sighed, shook his greying head, then barked at the rest of the patrons to pay up for damages they caused, too. Reiel let out a quiet sniff as she approached the bar in search of the cleanest rag she could find. The bartender instead tossed one her way and, with a surprised gaze, offered him her thanks before walking back towards Arthos.

Wordlessly, she gestured for him to sit down and silenced anyone who looked with her helmet's impassive T-visored gaze. Thankfully none seemed to be too keen in reigniting either of the two Mandalorians' wrath and let them be. Once Arthos was seated, Reiel would start to wipe away the guacamole that stained his helmet, along with the Weequay's blood. It wouldn't be enough to fully clean the younger Mando's buy'ce, but it would have to do for now. Besides, it was her fault he had gotten himself dragged into a meaningless bar fight.

It wasn't meaningless for her, but eh.

The first sound that escaped her was a snort which soon morphed into muffled giggling. A full-blown laugh followed, one hand flying to his shoulder for support as she just kind of... doubled up with laughter. She should be apologizing for the trouble she caused, but embarrassed as she was she couldn't help but find amusement in everything that had just transpired – with the exception of his guacamole-stained helmet, of course. His anger towards the Weequay seemed too genuine and she wouldn't dare laugh at that. Arthos might have been younger but he could effortlessly yeet her out of the cantina if he wanted to.

“You– You punched that dude in the b-balls!” she gasped in between peals of laughter. “You punched– ehehehehe–!”

Reiel cleared her throat and straightened herself, though her shoulders still shook with amusement as she resumed cleaning Arthos's helmet. Time to act the mature Mando she was–

She snorted with laughter yet again.

“Bet you weren't expecting a barfight when you arrived,” she told him jovially. Her tone shifted with embarrassment. “Sorry about that. I don't get angry easy usually, but, er... they were making fun of my height and, uh, that's just a sore spot, yanno.”

He'd probably think less of her for getting riled up for something so petty, but it wasn't the least bit petty to her. She'd been mocked for her height her whole life, more so when she became a Mandalorian that receiving an insult about it turned into an easy trigger for her anger. And besides, she shouldn't be explaining to him the reason behind her anger but Arthos had never once mocked her about her height – or about anything, for that matter.

“I was just gonna ask you about our Mand'alor but dragged you in a barfight instead.”

Despite the embarrassment she felt, she still couldn't stop another giggle from escaping her.

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[Arthos Vizsla]

Her bucket tilted towards him, then to the man he had punched in the balls before tilting back to him again. Arthos shrugged ever so slightly, a helpless little gesture as if to say “he asked for it” or something similar. He was bound to hear about his takedown methods in the future but he would stand by the fact that few attacks were ever as effective as punching a man in the balls with an armoured fist.

Thankfully they avoided having to fight the bartender – in his experience, bartenders in the backend of the Galaxy tended to be gunslingers who lived long enough to enter into the profession as a semi-retirement. And that meant that bartenders were to be feared.

Sighing a little bit, Arthos took the seat as he was commanded to. Of course the immediately problem was that, even sitting down, Arthos’ head was too high for Reiel to comfortably reach. Rather than draw attention to it, Arthos just bowed forward slightly more until Reiel would be able to reach it properly without needing to stand on her toes.

He rolled his eyes under his helmet even as he managed a little grin himself at the memory – though he was a Mandalorian being teased so he still put up the expected resistance. Leaning forward, he butted his helmet against her own in a light bump that still sent both helmets ringing.

“Respect the most dangerous unarmed takedown method – metal fist to balls.”

Arthos wasn’t made of beskar – he snorted once in amusement as well. Both at the punching and at the comment about what he had expected. She had a point that he hadn’t expected to be getting into a barfight with her but he had expected something similar. Neither of them really got together without something going wrong after all. Instead of commenting on the reasoning behind the fight he just waved it off with a hand and rapped his knuckles against her helmet.

“You’re vod.”

It probably wasn’t enough of an answer for some but it was more than enough of an answer for Arthos. There weren’t many people in the Galaxy that the lanky Mando could honestly call Vod but Reiel was one of them.

Mand’alor.

Well that was a whole thing but he turned it around onto her.

“What do you know of the new Mand’alor?”

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[Reiel Mal Crowholde]

There was something about the way he reaffirmed his chosen takedown method mirthfully, and how he bumped his helm with hers in a manner that felt rather familial to the small Mandalorian. Beneath the cover of her helmet she smiled and rapidly blinked away the tears that threatened to form when she realized that right now Arthos reminded her of Dell. The young Vizsla and her ba'vodu differed so much and yet she couldn't help but see the similarities between them when Arthos rapped his knuckles against her buy'ce.

She still missed Dell, and she would never stop missing him, but she chose to honor her late uncle by trying her best not to wallow in the grief that had etched itself in her heart whenever she remembered him.

Reiel lifted her free hand to give his chest three light pats in response to him calling her vod. She felt that there seemed to be a weight in the way he spoke of the word, and if she was being honest if made her feel warm inside – it was like a hug from a dear friend, even a family.

If she would be given the chance to become a mother she knew what kind of a child (or children) she would want.

“Too little, to be honest,” she replied to his question with a hint of embarrassment. Reiel resumed cleaning Arthos's helmet and once she was satisfied that she had removed any trace of guacamole she dragged one of the nearest chairs and sat across him. With a sigh, she continued, tone suggesting awe and exhiliration, “Only his name and his title. By Kad, I still can't believe that Mand'alor now walks amongst us...”

Her eyes shone with unbridled excitement as she gazed at Arthos. She wanted to ask about the Sith presence on Mandalore but that would only put a damper on their conversation, since thinking about the Empire would only prompt memories of Dell's final exhilaration. Reiel had promised herself not to let her grief overwhelm her but despite the time that had passed it was still a very difficult emotion to master.

“I've been through different moots that tried to discuss the fate of our people, tried to choose a leader who could prove their worth and earn the mantle of Mand'alor. I thought I'd never live to see the day that our people's leader would emerge...” Reiel let out a chuckle, a tad hopeful as she wiped the specks of guacamole off of her T-visor.


“Fenyang Ordo, my clan informed me. Mand'alor Fenyang Ordo. What's he like? Does he have the bearing and markings of the Mand'alor of old? I bet he's a badass... he's a badass, right?” she continued, almost with childlike wonder.

Like the Mand'alore of old, who brought down anyone that rose against them. She didn't grow up listening to the tales of their deeds but she still admired them, some more than the others.

“How did he earn the mantle of Mand'alor?”

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[Arthos Vizsla]

He was honestly surprised that he had to defend the most honourable method of takedowns that was the metallic punch to the bollocks. As someone a lot closer to the ‘sweet spot’ height wise, he was honestly surprised she didn’t use it more often. Hells, if they ever fought she was basically head-height with it on him and he would be lying if he said he wasn’t wincing at the idea of her headbutting him with her helmet.

Still, they were here discussing far more important news.

Arthos hardly relaxed but he did feel a little bit less anxious when they spoke about the situation on Mandalore and the newly chosen Mand’alor. It was a mess, honestly, but it was one that needed explaining to people who weren’t there. Even some of the people who had been there weren’t really certain what happened. He wanted to take his helmet off and take a long drink but he restrained himself and instead lifted a straw to his mouth under the lip of his helmet.

“I worked with him on a mission or two before he became Mand’alor – decent hand to have on a hunt.” He acknowledge quietly even as he drummed his fingers on the table, “Nothing spectacular. You’d think Mand’alor would need to be but no – not yet. He’s not green but he’s not the most experienced of us either.”

Grimacing underneath his helmet, he let out a sigh.

“The Dark Lord of the Sith – Raze – came to Mandalore with a fleet. Our defences were overshadowed literally and metaphorically. He gave us three options. Death.” He shook his head, “Subjugation in all but name with him as Mand’alor…”

The idea of it still repulsed him.

“Or an alliance with a Mand’alor to be chosen right then and there. I… I walked up to him and I told him that death was a better option than him but… but having a Mand’alor again, gifted a fleet and given a purpose again?” he sighed as his fingers came to a stop, “No more moots. No more aimless wandering. No more pissing matches between clans just… Mandalore, Mandalorians and Mand’alor. The Sith do not tempt people with weak promises; they knew what we craved.”

He sighed.

“I would have taken the mantle had no one else stepped forward – but I couldn’t. A seventeen year old Mand’alor? It would have been stupid.” He groaned ever so slightly, “Even more stupid than being press-ganged into being attack dogs for the Sith Again.”

Arthos supported Mand’alor and he supported the Mandalorian people. That did not mean that he liked, trusted or even respected the Sith to any great degree. They were sorcerers who gained their strength through foul magics and on the backs of people brainwashed and conditioned to see them as superior.

But were they a worthwhile price for a healthy Mandalore?

Anything was.

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[Reiel Mal Crowholde]

Her childlike wonder over the prospect of their people finally having a leader showed the degree with which Reiel anticipated to have one of her dreams come true – Mandalorians rallying under one banner, and the Mand'alor guiding his people to retake their rightful place in the galaxy. So she listened with rapt attention as Arthos spoke about Fenyang Ordo, feeling her cheeks heat up with awkwardness at her earlier gleeful, childish display over the man who became Mand'alor.

She didn't speak until he was done, and perhaps that was for the best. Her gaze darkened as the younger Mandalorian confirmed the presence of the Sith on their homeworld – even more so at the identity of the Lord who dared to make the Mandalorians choose. Reiel would have gladly chosen death over following Raze as ruler of their people. And when Arthos relayed the third option that spoke of an alliance between the Sith and the chosen Mandalore, she fought with every fiber of her being to not let her heart sink right then and there.

An alliance with the Sith. It felt like a slap to her clan's – her own – face; it felt like a backstabbing to someone who lost a loved one because of the actions of a Sith Lord. Reiel took a deep, calming breath, pushing down memories of Firrerre and mentally telling herself to focus on the present – to focus on Arthos. She had no right to burden him with the knowledge that her beloved uncle died on the glassing of Firrerre. She had no right to add up to the conflict he clearly felt towards the new Mand'alor's alliance with the Sith. Having chosen a Mand'alor meant a great deal to their people, and while she hated the Sith with a passion she knew she couldn't and had no right to hate her fellow Mandalorians for rallying under Fenyang Ordo's banner.

It was either she heed her mind and heart's hatred towards the Sith or temporarily cast away her own feelings on the matter and instead rejoiced that the Mand'alor was now here to once again lead their people to greatness.

Reiel reached out a hand to gently press a palm to the cheek of Arthos's buy'ce. Beneath the cover of her own helmet she gave him a genuine smile, her heart filling with pride as he spoke of stepping forward himself had none did.

“I wouldn't call it stupidity,” she assured him softly, unpatronizing. “My grandfather always tells me that Mand'alor has no age, only courage and the willingness to act.” She let out a short but genuine laugh. “Of course brains and cunning are also in the picture.”

Her other hand grasped his, steadying fingers that earlier drummed against the table.

“Had no one but you stepped forward to become Mand'alor, I would have stood beside you had I been on Mandalore myself. You're still young, Arthos, yes. But I can see that you're much more than that. You wouldn't have taken the courage to tell the Dark Lord of the Sith himself that you would rather die than allow him to be and follow him as Mand'alor.”

Reiel leaned forward, gently pressing her helmet against his.

“Ni cuyir giarioa be gar, ad'ika.”

She lingered for a moment, the hand on his cheek finding the top of his helmet and giving it a happy, proud pat. Much like Ba'buir did the first time she earned her armor, like Dell did when they reunited after fighting against Malinkar's forces on Mandalore long ago. Much like Buir did, whenever he told her that he loved her and that he was proud to call her his child.

“It brings me great joy that Mand'alor walks among our midst once again, but many would look for him to prove himself further. ”

And it was true. All Reiel had to do to maintain her elation's authenticity was to actively not think of the alliance with the Sith and every string attached. All she had to do was to think of what was better for her people rather than her own anger towards the Empire that took Dell from her. Not once did she nor her voice falter as she spoke to Arthos, and it wouldn't happen from this moment forward. She could always rage about what she had learned after this meeting, once she was far from the tall Mando that was beginning to feel more like her child to her than a vod.

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[Arthos Vizsla]

It felt nice to be able to be so candid about the whole affair with the new Mand’alor and the relationship with the Sith Empire. He had been close to Kotti but the badger’s decision to turn against the majority had neatly severed that tie. With his relation with his own clan already a little bit spotty, Reiel was literally the only person he could have a frank and open conversation with regarding the whole situation without worry that it could be used against him.

All the politics of it turned his stomach – it shouldn’t be such a heartache for a vod to support Mandalore in its time of need and renewal.

The deal with the Sith was so far from ideal that it made his gut churn just to think about it but it gave them things that any Mandalorian worth their beskar wanted for their people. Temptation from the devils they had known for generations was still temptation worth giving into as far as more Mandos were concerned. From the way she stiffened inside her armour, he could tell that she was not one of them.

He smiled a little bit underneath his helmet and tried to ignore the way his cheeks brightened red at the simple praise. Simple but very effective against Arthos, who was so used to not being praised for anything.

“Maybe if the current one falls in the crusade.” He joked with a shake of his head, “I need to focus on being a Buir for now.”

He… might not have told Reiel that was a Buir now actually, come to think of it, but he did his best to move past it so she couldn’t tease or berate him about it.

“He’s doing well to prove himself.” He assured her firmly, with resolve and a smile, “I’m happy to serve beside him and I will fight in the battles he demands of me. He is a just and fair Mand’alor – already he has stood with me on some less than traditional decisions to help secure the future of Mandalore.”

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[Reiel Mal Crowholde]

He wasn't a member of the clan, and that was one of the main reasons why Reiel reached out to Arthos in the first place. She knew he would tell her everything and would leave no stone unturned, and that was exactly what she got. She hated the Sith, hated them with every fiber of her being, but she wouldn't let it rule this meeting. She wouldn't let her doubt of the Mand'alor working side by side with the Darksiders be a point of discussion. She wouldn't turn this discussion in a hate fest, because as much as she wanted to ask “why?!” she didn't fully know who Fenyang Ordo was and it wouldn't be fair to him if Reiel only thought of him as the Mand'alor who broke bread with the Sith. She was just glad and relieved that the likes of Arthos and Fenyang Ordo chose to stand firm against the Dark Lord of the Sith, with Arthos telling Raze to shove it (it basically was that to her) and Fenyang taking not only the mantle but the sheer weight of responsibilities required of the Mand'alor.

..though she knew she was going to be grumbling and moaning to her Buir about it. To Carrick? Sure, if she wanted to paint a target of her own making behind her sorcerer's back. There was no way in hell she was going to put the man she loved in such a dangerous position.

Reiel found it easy to laugh at the joke, not an ounce of it forced as she watched Arthos shake his head. Though his next words quickly put a stop to her laughter, perking up as if the younger Mando spoke a magic word.

He was a buir now?

“Aye, I will serve and fight beside a fair and just Mand'alor,” she commented sincerely. “Y'know, I've always wondered what's it like to live in a time where the Mand'alor finally walks among us. For years, I've wondered. Attended moots, only to realize that maybe I'm not meant to see a Mand'alor, that maybe it'll just stay a dream. I'm... I'm glad I get to see the day I've daydreamed about.”

She wasn't even thinking about the Sith anymore, for now. All Reiel focused on was the leader their people have long been waiting for, and of course...

Grinning beneath the cover of her helmet, the small Mandalorian propped one elbow on the table, her helmet's cheek resting on the palm of one gloved hand, and asked Arthos, teasing, “But now that you mentioned about being a buir, aren't you gonna tell me what's it like so far? Kid giving you trouble or not?”

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[Arthos Vizsla]

Arthos wasn't really sure what she wanted but he was reasonably certain that she didn't want to mention it to him. He had planted his standard in the ground and he stood with the Mand'alor because he was the best hope that their people had - even with all the strings attached by the Sith. Part of him knew that that? Was probably a deal-breaker for Reiel. The Crowholde Clan had made little secret of their hatred of the Sith, especially since one of their random acts of genocide had resulted in the death of one of their own.

He could understand it but perhaps if his relationship with his own clan were better, he might be able to understand it on more than just an academic level. Still, he let it go for now. It was the kind of conversation that would lead them down some darker areas and he very much wanted to avoid that.

"So far it involves a lot of big, triangular, ships and taking of planets that the Republic and FWA have forgotten." he admitted with a small smirk underneath his helmet, "And meeting some strong warriors head-on it must be said. I've enjoyed it so far - you should join us in battle, Reiel."

Even if she didn't agree with the 'Foreign policy' of the Mand'alor in relation to the Sith, she was still a warrior of Mandalore and deserved the chance to fight alongside the crusaders. Thinking about being a buir, he chuckled quietly, a little sheepishly.

"Kid is stretching it... he's two months younger than me." he admitted with a small sigh, "A ranger who fought against me. Fought with honor and skill and I... I would see our strength grow so I adopted him."

Time to see what Reiel thought of his very unorthodox adoption...

@Forsythe Crowholde