Aboard the Myrmadinas
Shift-Class Support Corvette
In Orbit around Concordia
The left-over pieces of Preliat Mantis' Rally Master Beskar'gam left an impression on the young woman's heart. Ginnie Ordo had cannibalized some of the plating to forge a new prosthetic leg for her lover, but ended up with 12 kilograms left over. Aditya was sitting in her lab on board her ship and running her hand over the old Beskar'gam. Sure, Preliat had new Beskar'kandar befitting a Field Marshal of the Mandalorians, sure this was to other races and cultures just old piecemeal armour. The woman wasn't nearly thick enough in the head to think any Mandalorian would throw their armour away. As Preliat had taught her and she began to pick up from the Mando'ade, Beskar'gam was sacred. It was the sign of following the Resol'nare and it was the Iron Carapace of legend. Every Mandalorian seemed to worship their armour, tending it with the same care she tended her own experiments and blueprints.
The Imperial Shipworks' CEO sat back and rubbed the back of her head. "What am I going to do, hm? Get you reforged and what? Wear armour into battle? I don't belong in any battle." But with Preliat Mantis for a mate, battle was inevitable. How would Aditya be able to teach their daughter the ways of her culture if she didn't follow the Resol'nare?
What other culture would the girl have? Atrisian? "I hope you're a lot more like him, you know. His eyes, his skin, I hope you look at me like he does." Aditya rubbed her subtly growing belly, her mind flooding back to the adventures which happened regardless of her being in armour or not. The intent was clear. If Aditya was going to be in the Mando'ade worlds, she would earn the Beskar'gam.