The Wolf
Mandalore.
Keldabe.
It hadn't touched Preliat's feet since the travesty happened. He couldn't bear to stay there any longer. Not until now, that is. Preliat trodded along the ash and sand, blinking in the harsh light. Even behind his polarized visor, it was a bright sun in the midday. That's when he was going to strike. When he was going to submit a message to the Mando'ade- that he was no longer exiling himself. He was going to actively fight them in any way he could. He thought of many ways to do it, but none felt more personal than by turning on the Mand'alor himself.
[member="Vilaz Munin"].
Vilaz, once, looked up to Preliat. Preliat was a Rally Master when Vilaz came into the fold. And as far as everyone was concerned, Vilaz was infinitely more successful, more beneficial to the Mando'ade than a war-mongering killing machine. He lead them. He was revered. He was respected. Preliat found himself on the outskirts of feared and respected, and even tolerated. He knew that he wasn't welcome. He brought little to the table besides warfare and a reputation for violence.
And if it was violence they knew him for, he'd bring it to them. Vilaz had just shot down a challenger for the title of Mand'alor, which caused quite a stir. Now, Preliat was going to press the advantage. Vilaz was vulnerable. Preliat Mantis was coming for him. Armed only with his Beskar'kandar, a Beskad, and a Tomahawk- and a solitary Westar blaster, Preliat was marching through the ruins towards Vilaz. As he approached the tents, barricades of the city in recovery, heads turned. They all knew his armor. They all knew who he was. They also knew he had left.
They knew he had left for the First Order.
He curled his crushgaunt-adorned hands into fists as he walked, ignoring their stares.
And he made his way towards Vilaz.
He wasn't here as a Mando'ade. He wasn't here to challenge the title. He was here to send a message to the Mandalorians. He was here to take the life of their Mand'alor- and take the millions of credits that he would get for completing such an act. Preliat's presence did not go unnoticed, and runners, messengers, communicators lit up- alerting the Mand'alor of the presence of the Wolf of Manda'yaim.
