Posted 14 June 2018 - 02:47 PM
Posted 15 June 2018 - 09:39 AM
The Mandalorian Protectors. Centuries ago they had been true warriors, men and women who had followed Mand'alor the Resurrector into battle against the Republic in the Clone Wars. They had been Mandalorians, warriors through and through. Those that served under the banner today, Braan had his reservations about. He couldn't put his faith in many of them, for most of their ranks were now Dar'Manda, soulless. It would be a long time coming to see whether they truly could live up to the legacy of the first Mandalorian Protectors.
Now, he was going to meet one of their members. He had received a message from a Protector requesting his assistance in a upcoming assault on smugglers base. As far as he knew it would be a simple job. He had brought a small fighter along with him capable of hyperspace travel, landing it a short distance away from the corvette resting on the ground. The moment the starfighter was offline, Braan popped the cockpit and hopped out, his cape wrapping around his left side as he walked across the short distance between the two vessels. His helmet betrayed no emotion as he took in the one he had come to help, though he had already begun to question this assignment.