Jaster of Clan Awaud | Shia Kryze | Preliat Mantis | Jethro Rekali | Silas Mantis | Cassiopeia Australis | Skorvek | Kaine Australis | Kresh Danner | Koda Fett | Gray Raxis | Stardust Bloodstone | Mavarah | Keira Verd | Skosk Australis
Well, that was anti-climatic.
He had been waiting for a response from Raxis, but it seemed that there would be none forthcoming. That was fine. In truth Ronan had come here to spill blood, expected to find blood and fire here.
Instead it all seemed to deflate within a moment.
Australis and his men left, Mantis said to theirs to leave to and Ronan sighed. Meeting Koda's glance and shrugging in response. While he did join the Fett's side, Vizsla looked back towards Skosk for one moment. Too many words from all of them, he didn't care for them, but something that the young one had said dragged something out of Ronan.
"Mand'alor is not your mother, lad. Not your father. Not your King and not your Emperor. Kneeling at the feet of a Master like a whipped dog and following every command doesn't make you a mandalorian. It makes you a slave and a fool." When had the Mandalorians fallen so low? Licking the heels of a Mand'alor like they were part of some cult? The days that the Clans picked their own path seemed to be gone. Replaced by misguided obedience and weakness. It bothered Ronan, but there didn't seem to be anything to do here.
They were lost.
"Let's go Koda, apparently today is not the day of blood." Pity. His blade had been ready. With that Vizsla moved to leave unless stopped physically.