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Preliat Mantis

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The golden armor, the armored hood that covered the back of his head. The T-Shape visor, the visage of the Wolf, proudly stood in Sundari. On his planet. Among his people. At his side, his brother, Silas Mantis. They both stood at the foot of the great mural of the Mandalorian Crusaders, vanquishing their once-foes, the Jedi. Once upon a time, Preliat would have considered the greatest threat that the Mandalorians faced was the Sith or the Jedi- and lately, neither had been a true friend to the Mando'ade. But he realized the greatest threat was in fact- 

 

Themselves.

 

 

The Civil War, a war in which was supposed to undo the damage of so many, only brought strife and turbulence. And all the damage they did- was for nothing. The values in which the Death Watch had built a new Empire upon- shattered. Shattered like broken glass. And it was the fault of Preliat Mantis and company. They had done so much for the Mandalorians for so long, perhaps they lost sight. Perhaps they were misguided. They were disenfranchised. 

 

Gilamar Skirata's haunting words hung in the back of Preliat's mind, moreso than the hanging bodies of the vanquished foes that they had prided themselves upon killing. He looked to his brother, and sighed beneath his helmet. There in his hands, lay a Beskad. A beskad in which had taken the life of Jasper Ordo. In all intents and purposes- it was, the beskad. He rotated it in his hands, feeling it's weight. 

 

He slammed it into the stone of the mural, to the dismay of the crowd of Mandalorians around him. It cracked a great deal of the ancient stone, and Preliat stood tall, leaving the blade buried deep within the stonework of the ancient mural. He turned on his heel and addressed the crowd gathered before him.

 

"My name is Preliat Mantis. Most of you are old enough to know of my history, my past." 

 

A single finger touched his chest.

 

"I will rectify my offspring's transgressions against you all. I will do what our ancestors-" He pointed to the Mandalorian mural. "Intended for us to do. To be strong, together. To become whole again." He narrowed his eyes behind the visor.

 

"If you stand in my way of doing so, I will not hesitate to destroy you. No one but those who need to be inflicted violence need be hurt. But if you stand in my way. Myself, and those allied with me, will kill you. We will take your life, like many others before us."

 

He looked upwards. There was a recording droid, broadcasting his message. He smirked beneath his helmet. He turned back to the people gathered.

 

"You should not be afraid of me, good people. You should be afraid of what I can do."

 

 

With that, Silas and Preliat began to walk towards their speeder, currently unimpeded. He turned and spoke quietly to his brother.

 

"Did you like my speech voice?"

 

 

 

 


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Kresh Danner

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Kresh had been in Sundari for business. Apparently there was some issue getting the magazine to the smaller desert settlements around Sundari and so he had traveled to the domed capital of the Mandalorian Empire, seat of power for his people to personally sniff out the issues at the publisher when a familiar voice caught his attention. Was that Preliat Mantis?

 

 

 

"I will rectify my offspring's transgressions against you all. I will do what our ancestors-" He pointed to the Mandalorian mural. "Intended for us to do. To be strong, together. To become whole again.

 

 

The large Mandalorian folded his arms with a look of disappointment. How such old warriors fell. Well, he wasn't that old compared to himself, but still, the warrior couldn't change with the times. 


Edited by Kresh Danner, 15 June 2018 - 01:40 PM.

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Jethro Rekali

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Word on the street was that Mand'alor's potentially estranged daddy meant to give a speech of some kind. Jethro and his crew showed up, because why not. Frankly, though, the speech turned out to be low on specifics and big on vandalism.

"Uh, Mantis, when you're done with the sword thing, can I get a little more detail abou-"

A capital-scale proton beam lanced through the Sundari dome, the roof of the great hall, and Jethro. He vanished mid-word. His constituent atoms wafted away, mingled with the other dead.

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Honus Teach

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It was one of those good days. They had finished some solid escort work and he had banked enough credits to send at least one child to university. He couldn't complain about that.

He followed Jethro, his squadron leader, and though he didn't have a dog in the race, so to speak, they were a team and that meant something. He stuffed his hands into his pants pockets and watched the display. He didn't know what this was about but the fella sure seemed like he had a bone to pick with some other fellas.

"Who is this g-." He started to ask.

A bright light was the last thing he saw, and then the dome started to come apart.

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Jethro Rekali

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The blinding, disintegrating light turned out to be the reflection off a nearby T-visor, not an orbital bombardment. Jethro winced and covered his eyes. "Put that thing away before you give me a sunburn."

He resumed watching Preliat Mantis, and remembered his question.

"What's your intention, Mantis? Any specifics?"

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Shia Kryze

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"What's the matter, Wolf? Still smarting from walking out from three councils? Not enough glory for you in the Silver Jedi Order?"

 

The scornful voice of a single woman rang out from the crowd as Shia pushed her way through, commanding respect from some, defiance from others, but she stood alone.

 

"Listen to me, brothers and sisters! Do not heed the voice of the Wolf - he stands on the glories of the past, not the deeds of the present. He has fallen from whom he was. This man has been given every chance to have his voice heard! But rather than seeking to build up our people, he has sought only to tear down those who have bled to rebuild Mandalore."

She casually leapt on to the top of a nearby speeder, pointing to the mural.

 

"He spits on our traditions, he destroys where he should build. He is nothing more than the worst of the Crusaders of old. None of you need be afraid of his threats - each of you is worth more than ten of who he is now."

 

She took her buy'ce off and looked levelly across the open space at the departing figures.

 

"I stand against you, Wolf. As do those who seek peace and unity, not destruction and death between the Mando'ade. I may fall, we all may fall. But you cannot kill us as easily as you can crack a statue." She pointed one finger at the statue. "That is a mural. I am a woman. We are an idea, and you cannot kill an idea!"


Edited by Shia Kryze, 12 June 2018 - 05:49 PM.


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The Wolf finally became...unhinged when the pale woman spoke.

 

"WHO WAS IT THAT FOUGHT THE SITH IN OUR DARKEST HOUR, WOMAN?" All six and a half feet of Preliat Mantis began to walk towards Shia Kryze. He slowly walked, rolling his massive shoulders.

 

"WAS IT YOU, WHO DEFENDED MANDALORE AGAINST AKALA AND HER MADNESS?"

 

Another carefully paced step.

 

"OR PERHAPS IT WAS YOU, WHO DEFIED A FALSE MANDALORE? OR PERHAPS IT WAS YOU, WHO LOST EVERYTHING  WHEN WE WERE BETRAYED? AND YET I STAYED. YET I FOUGHT, FOR YOU, FOR RA, FOR THE DEATH WATCH. I KILLED THE MAN WHO I COULD CONSIDER A BROTHER, AND I HURT THE MAN WHO COULD CLAIM ME AS HIS SON, AND YET YOU THINK I COME HERE FOR GLORY?"

 

Crushgaunt adorned hands curled into fists. 

 

"I could kill you as easily as I killed Dredge. You are a far lesser Mandalorian than Jasper Ordo, and I killed him in the most honorable way that a Mandalorian could. You do not stand against me. You stand in my way. You would be wise to move from it."

 

He turned to the man who posed a question.

 

"I would not give specifics of my insurrection so outwardly."

 

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Shia Kryze

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Shia seemed utterly unmoved by the tirade, until at the very end of the Wolf's speech, she offered a cordial, cold nod.

 

"Gar taldin ni jaonyc; gar sa buir, ori'wadaas'la. And every man and woman is the father and mother of who they will become."

 

She leapt down from the speeder, the crowd parting for her as she walked slowly into the clear space - still not obstructing the passage of Preliat from the area.

 

"I admired you, I wanted to be you. You have done all those things you claim and more besides. But those things do not matter - they never do - only the here and now matters, and in the here and now you have a choice. You can carry through on your threat - invoke a blood duel here and now and I will honour it - and it may be as easy as you think. Or you can change course, for the door is always open. Think - what Mandalorian - what Mand'alor - has ever truly, honestly won by force of arms alone? What leader rules through threats? Why do you persist on a path that will only end in exactly what you seek to avoid - the death of brothers and sisters who have done nothing more than been forced to take sides in a pointless cause? Such follies should be for the rest of the galaxy, not for us. Listen to yourself, Rekr."

 

She raised her arms to indicate the crowd.

 

"Because we are listening and I am waiting, if this is to be the hour of my death, then I greet it gladly - for like you, I am fighting for our people, but unlike you I fight not for a name or a nation, not for Empire or Mand'alor - but for an idea. I say again, you cannot kill that idea, no matter how much blood you seek to drown it in."

 

Preliat Mantis


Edited by Shia Kryze, 12 June 2018 - 07:17 PM.


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Jaster stepped out from the crowed, his spies in the Mandalorian Empire mentioned that Preliat had returned to Mandalore. He was careful not to send agent to spy on the man, after all he was one of the Legendary Warriors of the United Mandalorian Clans, as well as the Savior Forged in the Netherworld Incident. Even the most skilled Agents in the Galaxy would not be able to follow him, not unless he wanted it.

 

Stepping beside Shia Kryze he wore his Mandalorian Alor Armor and no weapons in his hand. From behind the T-Visor, he looked upon the large mass of muscle and destruction that was Preliat Mantis, "I was not here to prevent the previous Civil War, and I respect and honor your sacrifice as a worrier of the old ways, but I will not let my people go to war with one another," He took up a defensive stance with his feet planted well on the ground and centered his weight and arms protecting his waist and chest. "You wish to lead our people Preliat Mantis, then challenge your daughter to take the title of Mand'alor, otherwise you lead our people to another Civil War, and you'll fight me here and now."

 

Jaster was not as skilled as this man, but brute strength and experience, they matched that power. He would not let his people kill one another as they did before, the Empire was still recovering, "Clan Awaud stand against your claim until you follow the trials of our ancestors."

 

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Edited by Jaster of Clan Awaud, 12 June 2018 - 07:22 PM.


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Silas Mantis

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His heart was heavy, he had not wanted it to be this way. This was the only home he had, these were the only people he could ever truly call his own. It was out of his love for them that he partook in this action, one that split his soul to the bone. Silas tried to reassure himself they would not have to kill them, that there would be a way the two father's could end the corruption of their people without having to end those they held most dear.

 

There had to be a way.

 

When the strange bright light turned out to be nothing, he kept close to his brother. He might've made a joke about how his brother should've simply joined the Republic in the Outer Rim and become a senator, give speeches for a living, but he couldn't get the words out before opposition arrived in both familiar and unfamiliar forms. Kryze was a true warrior, he never would dare question or take away from that. Silas knew what she could do.

 

He also knew she'd gone through that portal as well, and he held whatever transpired on the other side responsible for what had lead to this. It was the only was he could rationalize what his people had become.

 

"That idea is dying with our current course Kyrze." There were none of the usual anger boiling beneath the surface in Silas' words, no hint of self-doubt either. He was a wolf doing what was best for the pack, he couldn't afford to see it any other way. Once he might've snapped at Awaud, snarled that he knew nothing of what they had fought for in that war. Unlike Preliat, Silas had believed in Ra, had been willing to do terrible things for him and the Empire that he had believed served that vision.

 

But eventually he had seen through the cracks, thanks to the brother he stood beside, a dead sister, and Rel Connory

 

"May your warriors die well then, Awaud." No animosity, no hatred, it was as genuinely kind a thing Silas could say to a Mandalorian he likely would have to kill. Also, there was a Rekali present, one who stood with them, Silas would need to get him caught up on the plans soon.

 

Jaster of Clan Awaud | Shia Kryze | Preliat Mantis | Jethro Rekali


Edited by Silas Mantis, 13 June 2018 - 12:45 AM.

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Preliat Mantis

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Preliat simply stared at the woman from behind the Wolf's infamous mask. 

 

"Your death will come and it will come violently. But it will not be today. Unless you will it. And for the record- you do not want to be me. I never want anyone to be me."

 

He began to walk with his brother. He stopped next to the Alor of Clan Awaud.

 

"In due time."
 

Was all that he said, and the Wolf adjusted the shawl that covered the right half of his armor, before nudging his brother along. They had much to prepare for. 

 

 

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Edited by Preliat Mantis, 13 June 2018 - 10:30 PM.

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Though it was nice to fantasize about simply blasting the offending personage from orbit, such things just weren't done. Sighing, Kaine signed off the videogame he'd been playing while he watched Preliat's speech. Ego, it was something even the former General wasn't immune to. Hubris, also, he had to admit, he was far from a perfect being. 

Kaine had grinned to himself.

He did know one near-perfect being, and that knowledge, love and pride gave him the strength to swallow his pride and do what needed to be done.


The black and green armoured Australis alor made his way to where Silas, Preliat, Shia and Jaster stood. He listened as the loyal vode said their piece.

 

Only a handful of his men had come along, four buckets more in a crowd of them. Kaine had eyes only for Preliat. He looked the easily recognizable Mantis vod up and down from behind his own T-visor.

Yasha's father. The last time they'd spoken was Preliat barging into the council. Kaine had warned him not to try it again. Clearly the vod had listened, though not in the way expected. Well, that was what expectation got you. Surprises.

 

Kaine stepped clear of the crowd opposite the Mantis alor.

This ends here, old man.

Kaine stood easily, just a few meters away. He extended a hand.

You're a hut'uun, a chakaar, and a jetiise boot licker, who's run from every responsibility that's ever come his way. Your daughter is a thousand times the leader you think you are.

You think you can just waltz in here after taking up arms against the Empire?

Let me make this simple for you. You can leave. You can go to a cell. Or you and I can settle this the old way.

 

Kaine didn't even bother putting his hands on his sidearms, that was hardly necessary.

Elsewhere, other Australis vode had begun to filter into the area in ones and twos. A fourth option wasn't going to be advisable. The ME was united behind Mand'alor the Infernal, what possible force could an exile and his followers bring? A handful of beings wasn't enough to wage war, let alone start one. Here in the heart of the Mandalorian Empire. What were they playing at?

Preliat Mantis Silas Mantis Shia Kryze Jaster of Clan Awaud
 


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Preliat Mantis

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Preliat stared at Kaine, turning his body halfway, then looked back at the Beskad laden in the mural of the Mandalorians before him.

 

"The old way? I am the old way."

 

He pointed a single finger at Kaine Australis.

 

"Your time will come. Just as mine will. Ours, however, will come soon. Very soon."

 

He turned back and looked at his brother, who was one of the few men that could meet his height. 

 

<"Prepare the others. We will begin shortly."> He spoke quietly in Epicant, before turning his head back to Kaine.

 

"I never said I was the leader."


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<"Prepare the others. We will begin shortly."> He spoke quietly in Epicant, before turning his head back to Kaine.

Kaine's buy'ce picked up the Epicant and translated it effortlessly. His voice was even.

We will begin now. You're under arrest.

Around them, dozens of weapon barrels were levelled in the direction of the traitor. Kaine didn't move a muscle. Among the barrels were those of the Snatch Squad, carbonite based weapons designed to safely and harmlessly capture living targets.

Surrender, don't embarrass yourself.

Preliat Mantis


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Skorvek had initially arrived on Mandalore to attain some materials for his latest weapon project the http://starwars.wiki...i/Mythosaur_axewas holstered on his back, It was a temporary weapon until his project is done as he walked the Anubian warrior admired the work and art of the Mandalorian's that they have created here he noticed Kaine Australis and his soldiers show up weapons aimed at Preliat Mantis. He decided to stick around and see how the events unfold, He was very much aware of the no force rule here which limited him but he was a warrior with or without his gifts he will do what he can to offer assistance. He made sure Kaine knew he was near by without breaking the law by using his comm system as he subtly behind his back tapped out to him that he was near and ready to assist.


Edited by Skorvek, 13 June 2018 - 11:32 PM.


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Cassiopeia received alerts. Lots of alerts, from her comms, to her computer systems. Preliat Mantis had recorded a video, inciting open rebellion through fear & intimidation. He threatened the death of countless millions, if not billions, of people who supported the Mand'alor and the Mandalorian government. She was in her small apartment, watching over her week's old twins. Upon seeing this, she immediately got a nanny to watch the babies while she left, heading towards the location as quickly as possible. 
 
Mandalore had been reclaimed from destruction, people had returned home, approval ratings were skyrocketing as trade, economic opportunities, wages, educations, and so forth flourished due to the leadership of Yasha Mantis, the Hell Wolf. Mand'alor the Infernal had saved this nation - not Preliat. Not Silas. Not the others who pretended like this was still there home as if they had some type of investment in it anymore. 
 
No longer were people simply struggling, killing their brothers and sisters in the streets. They were no longer surviving but living. Cassiopeia would never understand men who wanted to take that away. To rip a child from his mother, to send a note to a now widowed wife, to tell a mother that their only child was killed by his own brother. She doubted they would be so willingly, so soon, to dive into another long civil war to follow a man who threatened them and their families. How ironic it was - follow me or die. 
 
Cassiopeia quickly made her way to Preliat, walking up towards Kaine Australis, her alor. She shook her head in shame as she stared at the fallen man. How far must someone fall before they realize it? Her own children lay cradled, safe in a well secured apartment. Did he not miss his daughter? How could he abandon his own child like that? 
 
She wasn't even angry. She was disappointed. She looked at the old man with sadness. How low must someone go? He had made his choices, with the Silver Jedi, at the Council. Shame was all she could muster for the man.
 
Immediately, Kaine ordered his arrest. It made sense - inciting rebellion and treasonous behavior was an arrestable offense. Cassiopeia stood, watching the scene unfold with her arms crossed, prepared in the event of things going quickly south. 

Edited by Cassiopeia Australis, 13 June 2018 - 11:45 PM.


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Jaster was ready for a fight if one was needed, he was a man of the mind. However, if need be he could dispose of these tenacious upstarts. They wanted nothing more then to plunge their understanding of the Mandalorain Culture down the throat of others. No one wanted the Civil War that they emerged from, there were more troubled surrounding them then fighting one another again.

 

When the Alor sent his brother forward to fight him, Jaster could only smile behind the helmet. "Well then," He brought his stance into one more maneuverable and took advantage of his armors Exo-Skeleton. He looked across the circle that had formed to Silas Mantis "Silas of Clan Mantis, I challenge you to a Blood Duel, I promise your death will be honorable and-"

 

He was interrupted as Kaine Australis arrived to arrest Preliat Mantis and his supporters. It would seem he would also have the support of the greater clan, Clan Australis. However, this was now a Blood Duel. The Wolf questioned his honor and now he was unable to step down from this death threat. "Kaine, apologies, but you will only get to Silas should I fall," He looked back at Silas, "Now, where were we."

 

Jaster charged forward and swung for his jaw as well as activating his Exo-Suit to give it a boost of power against the mans suit.

 

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Edited by Jaster of Clan Awaud, 14 June 2018 - 12:12 AM.


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 It was rare for Gray to just be walking around Sundari without having somewhere to be. Being blind and obeying the no force use law left him with few options on getting around outside of following his strill that his daughter, Yasha Mantis , had gotten him. But today was different. Today he was just enjoying the scents and sounds around him of a renewing Mandalore. The mother world had been covered in ash months ago due to a civil war started over the stupidest reasons that shed far more Mandalorian blood than needed to be shed and did not see anything actually constructive done for her people or herself. A crowded had gathered though and were listening to someone speak. That someone was Preliat Mantis .

 

 With a frown, Gray just listened to people speak to the man and his replies back. People wanted to hear what he had to say for one reason or another. It was impossible to know what others thought, but Gray only heard winds of ancient deeds coming from his lips. He was issued a challenge by Shia Kryze yet ignored it. What kind of self proclaimed paragon of old values would do such a thing? Then Jaster of Clan Awaud reminded him of their traditions and how their people did things. The supposed Wolf just gave a threat back.Then Kaine Australis and him began a little exchange. Preliat spoke in epicant about preparing others. Gray's daughter had taught him enough of the language that he could understand that. With a sigh, Gray knew he needed to say something to this foolish man.

 

 Stepping forward, Gray said, " You say you will honor the old ways, but you just spoke in Epicant. I suppose you have forgotten the Mandalorian's native tongue. You speak of great things you have done in the past as if it excuses every thing wrong you have done. You want to rally Mandalorians to fight for Mandalore against a supposed evil from within, but that is a right reserved only for Mandalorians." He stopped as he got to the steps because his strill let him know to. He turned his attention towards Kaine and said, " Don't worry about arresting him. Dar'manda aren't worth our time."

 

 Gray once again turned his attention to Preliat. " Do not think I call you that lightly Preliat. I've only ever called one person a dar'manda before now. That was my own cousin Jack, and I declared him that because his actions proclaimed he was first. It is the same with you. You fought Sith. You fought Akala. You fought a false Mand'alor. But what else have you done other than fight? Mandalore was still covered in ash after the devastation. It was still covered in ash after your Civil War. I was captured and being tortured without end at that time. Not a glorious or endearing reason not to be here, but it happened to me and kept me from doing my duty as a Mandalorian to heal Mother Mandalore. What about you? You were here, but didn't do a thing to fix the planet. My companies create and I fund every single terraformer that has been restoring the planet. The Mandalorian people haven't had to pay a single credit of that burden."

 

 His strill rubbed against his leg, so Gray took a second to pet his companion. " Every Mandalorian knows the Resol'nare. Half the galaxy by this point knows it honestly. You were asked by the young woman who shares your genes to help her fix things. You refused. She is our Mand'alor. She represents the will of our people and she asked you to help fix things and you refused. You walked out on her, on your culture, and on your people. You even buried your armor. Armor that should be past down to her and the rest of her family so that it might be reforged into their own armor to protect them, and you buried it."

 

 Gray had his face directed right at Preliat. The man wanted to preach that things were not wrong and needed to be fixed, yet he was here to cause conflict. The Mandalorian people didn't need conflict they needed to unit and heal. This man clearly didn't care about the Mandalorian people and just wanted blood for the sake of blood. After pausing momentarily, Gray went on.

 

 " You abandoned your position of authority then abandoned Mandalore. Those are terrible things to go, but can be forgiven. What can't be forgiven is what you did after. You came into a council meeting on how to further secure Mandalore's recovery and safety and threatened everyone. Yasha extended her hand out to you yet again so that you could help fix things. You were given the chance to help Mandalore and the Mandalorian people yet again, and you turned your back on it and left."

 

Gray shook his head. " It was shameful. You then turned to the Silver Jedi. I don't know what you were seeking there, but you clearly didn't find it if you are back here now. While you were with them though, you killed Mandalorian people. My daughter was captured while pregnant with my granddaughter by pirates and fled into SIlver space. She was badly injured and the stress caused her to go into labor early. You knew that though at the time. We told the Silvers as much before they attacked us. Her distress beacon was going off and you received it, yet you ignored it. You ignored it to kill Mandalorians."

 

 " So you abandoned Mandlore, turned your back on the culture, turned your back on the people, and turned your back on your own family. And for what reason? Because of how much you have already given? What have you given besides the death of others? What more have you honestly given than any other Mandalorian has given or is willing to give?" Gray held up his right hand. " I gave up my hand for the safety and lives of my clan, and was willing to give my life as well. Not in a battle where I could fight back either. I gave it in front of all of Mandalore in a mock trial meant to sentence me to death for no reason than to see my blood. I gave my eyes to hold true to my culture and my people's ways instead of turn to some heretical path. I offered up my life to Mandalore to come guide a young woman named Yasha Mantis from the wrong path that was laid out before her. I had to teach her what colors mean to our people. One of the first things that all Mandalorians should teach to their children along with the language, that you abandoned here today. It is one of the basic tenants of the Resol'nare, and you couldn't even give the time or thought to see the culture lived on in your own kin."

 

 " Your own actions proclaim you dar'manda Preliat. You can deny it, but it is true. Tell us what is wrong with the culture and the people all you want, but your words hold no weight. Only a Mandalorian has a voice amongst the people, and you are no Mandalorian any longer." Gray said then turned his back on Preliat. " Come back when you have something more to give than shallow words and empty gestures. Come back when you have truly sacrificed something of yourself and not just the blood of others. Come back when you are truly a wolf and not just someone else's dog. A wolf stands and give to the pack. A dog just takes whatever scraps its master gives to it." With that Gray walked away. He disappeared into the crowd and was gone from the farce that was Preliat Mantis.

 

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Silas Mantis

Silas Mantis

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Silas smiled. They were a predictable lot weren't they? The Australis always showed up in numbers, waxed on as if they understood, yet you'd never find one face down anyone alone. But they were the huut'un's right? There would've been words, but another Mandalorian, one with a better understanding of how their people were meant to fight, decided to do just that.

 

The Awaud lunged forward, punch aimed for Silas' buy'ce clad-jaw. It never made it there. His prosthetic shot upwards, beskar fingers wrapping around the Awaud's fist as the blow stopped cold. The arm was a hell of a thing. Now, now it was his turn. His free hand spouted a column of fire onto the Mandalorian, the flames would spread quickly, likely licking at the gaps between the beskar plating. It wouldn't be lethal, not to a Mandalorian, but it also was only his first move.

 

In a single motion Silas jerked Jaster aside, immense force hurtling him towards a nearby building. 

 

"Ash'amur ijaat." He uttered, freeing the tomahawk from his back and awaiting retaliation.  

 

Jaster of Clan Awaud | Shia Kryze | Preliat Mantis | Jethro Rekali


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Jethro Rekali

Jethro Rekali

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Brawling. Speeches. Big guns and braggadocio. Though Jethro had been elsewhere for the old days, he'd heard his share of campfire stories that went just like this. He looked from Preliat, who'd once played a key role in hunting the Rekalis for the Mando Empire, to Raxis, who'd just unloaded an awful lot of words, to Australis, whose unfortunately named squad looked unutterably lethal. He glanced at Honus Teach, flicked his eyes toward the door, and started sauntering generally outward. 

 

On the plus side, at least there weren't any Clan Munin wrist rockets around yet.


Edited by Jethro Rekali, 14 June 2018 - 12:41 AM.