I am a son of the Mountain.
The call to his brothers and sisters had already been issued. The preparations for their arrival on Concord Dawn had already been made. The perimeter had been secured with sensor nodes and patrols had already been sent out to verify their integrity. Where open lands had been available they were now replaced with tents set up for those needing shelter for their stay at Camp Fatalitist. The center of the camp had been cleared and members of clan Tal'Verda worked to build a pyre for the gathering.
Zaz stood on the rooftop of his former homestead, which had now been converted into the command center for the camp. His eyes took in the scene before him with a sobered demeanor, something rather contrary to Zaz's normal personality.
A loud metallic clanking began to erupt from behind the man, causing him to turn towards the source of the sound. "Sir, the sensor nodes are all operating at pique efficiency. I was even able to modulate them to automatically cycle every twelve hours. It was actually very easy, all it-"
"PROXY." Zaz halted, giving the droid a silencing stare. The droid stood at nearly six feet tall, lengthy in build it's only noticeable feature was the beskar plating sealed onto it's chest and knee plates. "Ah, well......The sensor's are operational sir." PROXY stated, before turning back down the stairwell he climbed to reach the Mandalorian.
Turning back to the camp, Zaz took his helmet into his hands, PROXY's report on the sensor's being the last thing he needed for the gathering's preparation.
The camp seems quiet. He mused, his hand rolling over his gauntlet as he approached command center's ledge. It only felt like yesterday when Zaz had officially established the camp as the home of his clan, now it would be open to any who would stand with him. An interesting thought if nothing else. Zaz tapped a button on his gauntlet before stepping off of the ledge, falling towards the ground. Immediately his jetpack flared up, softening his drop to the ground. As his boots connected with the dirt he deactivated the pack, causing the jets to shut off.
Zaz started for where the pyre was being constructed, admiring the rather plentiful pile of timber they had assembled. Pulling his helmet over his head the man stood in front of the structure, his arms crossed as he continued to contemplate the events that were to come.
Zaz stood on the rooftop of his former homestead, which had now been converted into the command center for the camp. His eyes took in the scene before him with a sobered demeanor, something rather contrary to Zaz's normal personality.
A loud metallic clanking began to erupt from behind the man, causing him to turn towards the source of the sound. "Sir, the sensor nodes are all operating at pique efficiency. I was even able to modulate them to automatically cycle every twelve hours. It was actually very easy, all it-"
"PROXY." Zaz halted, giving the droid a silencing stare. The droid stood at nearly six feet tall, lengthy in build it's only noticeable feature was the beskar plating sealed onto it's chest and knee plates. "Ah, well......The sensor's are operational sir." PROXY stated, before turning back down the stairwell he climbed to reach the Mandalorian.
Turning back to the camp, Zaz took his helmet into his hands, PROXY's report on the sensor's being the last thing he needed for the gathering's preparation.
The camp seems quiet. He mused, his hand rolling over his gauntlet as he approached command center's ledge. It only felt like yesterday when Zaz had officially established the camp as the home of his clan, now it would be open to any who would stand with him. An interesting thought if nothing else. Zaz tapped a button on his gauntlet before stepping off of the ledge, falling towards the ground. Immediately his jetpack flared up, softening his drop to the ground. As his boots connected with the dirt he deactivated the pack, causing the jets to shut off.
Zaz started for where the pyre was being constructed, admiring the rather plentiful pile of timber they had assembled. Pulling his helmet over his head the man stood in front of the structure, his arms crossed as he continued to contemplate the events that were to come.