Location: Remnants of a major city
It felt amazing breathing through his nostrils. Victory was in their hands, and it was something they could metaphorically smell and feel. It tasted better to be able to defeat Mandalorians they once called vod. Today's victory was not like any other victory against whatever enemy they faced. They had plunged their blades in the hearts of these false Mandalorians, their crushgaunts and armor covered in coats of blood from Mandalorians and Echani. Not only did they force the Imperial Mandalorians to retreat from Eshan, but the earth they walked on was more scarred than the Mandalorians' offensive that was prior from the Confederacy invading to free Eshan.
Two birds with one stone. It satisfied him. A score against the Empire, and wounds afflicted on Eshan and its odious natives. Although Vilaz was far from seeing Mandalore be liberated from the Infernal and her disciples, he would be content with the victory achieved here on Eshan.
Walking through the streets of the major city he, his clansmen, and Thyrsian allies won over, the Warlord was assuring everyone doing their part in the post-battle. Recovering their dead, attending the wounded and delivering them to shuttles so they could be taken back to their fleet, food being shared amongst them, and other protocols and orders that were to be followed. One of these orders were to recover the dead of the Imperial Mandalorians. Why? So their armor could be recycled for the his clan. It was also meant to be an insult too. They would receive no proper burial or be delivered back to their clans. The same applied to the Echani they killed. As for what prisoners they found? Some would be sold as slaves, the others would work the rest of their miserable lives as labor workers for Clan Munin. An occupation they would dread doing.
"Ah, Mandalorian," a Thysian male said to greet Vilaz. The same man he had encountered and liberated, "the Sun has blessed us with this victory and allowed us to live another day."
"So it has, so it has," with an exhale coming out from his nostrils before inhaling, "were you able to find the rest of your people?"
"Yes, fortunately I did. Though some of my people that fought with me were killed, but Thyrsus and her Sun will remember their valor."
"So long their sacrifice wasn't in vain, then their deaths meant something. I have contacted warriors of the Sun Guard that are here on Eshan, a task force of them marched for the capital. They told me they will soon come and take you home. Wherever that is."
"I see, my thanks to you and your warriors. I will never forget what you have done for us, you will be regarded will within our ranks."
The Thyrsian was about to turn and walk off to see how his people were doing before turning back around, "I forgot, your sword. You must want it back, no doubt."
He had forgotten about that beskad, and it was something he no longer wished to have at his side. It was an object that reminded him from the Empire as a smith that served its ranks forged it for him. It was time to let go of that.
"Keep it, I don't want it. I gave it to you when I freed you, let it be a token of today's fortune. I'm sure it'll serve you well."
The dark toned man inspected the blade, admiring the craft before sheathing it.
"May the Sun shine a path of fortune for you, Mandalorian," and offered a nod of his head.
"And may Kad Ha'rangir help you find victory in battle," returning a nod of his head that was covered by his helmet before parting off to attend any business that needed his presence.