"Their own introductions?" Mira quipped, raising a slender eyebrow. Her question was soon answered by shouting and weapons raising towards Gilamar and the alarm klaxons sounding in the distance. "Good grief." Mira grumbled and slid on the buy'ce, eyes narrowing to Gilamar as she did. "Just sit tight and don't do anything to make them shoot you, please." Her men were doing what they were trained and essentially told to do - they didn't know if he was the enemy - for all they knew, he could have led them to her and been paid for it. Mira motioned for the man to her right to follow, who complied without question.
The ships would make an unhindered decent without encountering the overwhelming defensive systems of the Sanctuary - most likely because Mira didn't give the order for them to engage the vessels. Their landing would be swift and without fanfare. Mira stood a short distance from the spot they landed, face grim beneath the beskar helm. She knew who they were and what their purpose was. The rumors had reached her this far out, she had just opted to be left alone. She had opted to stay out of clan affairs cause she felt the clans had abandoned her in her time of need. She didn't know all they had done in pursuit of justice for her mother - selfishly she took off in a fit and encompassed herself in her grief. Maybe it was because of that selfish act, she didn't see all that they were trying to do to be a family to her and now she wasn't there in times when the Clans needed her most.
She watched with ruby orbs as they departed the vessels in a neat file and spread out in a ragged formation, approaching her with weapons at the low ready. The lead man approaching her, raising a hand to her, finger extending. "Are you the one they call Mira Rekali?"
Mira chuckled softly, causing the man to lower his hand and look behind him, no doubt stunned beneath his own buy'ce. He turned back as Mira responded. "That I am, I assume you're apart of Death Watch?"
"We are Death Watch, we will make Mandalor-" And Mira cut him off abruptly. "Yes, yes. I've heard. I don't really care."
The gasps were laughable - had they not leveled their weapons at that point. "Heretic!" He hissed, causing Mira to sneer and raise her hand up on response, trying to calm them down. "We can do this one of two ways, my way or your way, which I assume is going to hurt either way."At this point, the talking was over as a shot rang out from the distance and impacted the lead man in the chest and all hell broke loose. Mira would tuck, roll and trigger her lightsaber holster from her right thigh and out would pop the saber. With a snap-hiss, the blue and white blade would come to life. Shots would ring out as they panicked and spread out, trying to find what little cover they could. Mira stood her open ground, deflecting shot after shot with relative ease.
She called back to the group of men holding Gil, a few dozen meters back. "Let him loose, going to need him."