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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