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The Mandalorian Neo-Crusaders were making a stir. Not only had they launched an unprovoked and unjustified attack on Contruum, they had now also been sighted on Onderon's jungle moon of Dxun. The Onderonian Crown Prince had been directly involved during the skirmish of Contruum and Iziz was now keeping close tabs on what transpired a mere shuttle ride away. Mandalorians had always made themselves at home on Dxun, but this time, they were far more of an active threat than they had been perceived to be in a long time.
Consequently, the mighty air defence turrets of the planet's walled cities were all manned and scanning for threats. The fleet stood on high alert: More ships lingered at or by Home Base than usual, patrols had been doubled and traffic going in and out of the system had been limited to a few major spaceports where thorough controls of goods and passengers were being made. Leaving the planet was easy, but lines of ships waiting for clearance to land had formed outside. Businesses suffered from delayed shipments, citizens stocked up on emergency supplies and planetary broadcasts informed the populace of the potential threat.
Even the Royal family was affected. The Queen had temporarily prolonged her visit in what had formerly been the sphere of the Silver Jedi. Vince who had faced the threat personally had personally reached out to the fleet to have them prepare for the visit of the Grand Master of the New Jedi Order. No searches or controls were to be made and she were to receive an escort to the landing pad, past the Sky Ramp and well within the inner walls of the palace.
He himself was injured too. A particularly nasty wound by his right arm had him wearing an unwieldy kolto patch to speed up the healing process. The usual parade uniform he would wear during a visit like this one was impossible to put on properly. While the left side looked as proper as ever, the right had the jacket hanging over his shoulder, covering his arm which had certainly not been able to squeeze into the jacket sleeve. Naturally, the jacket laid closed but remained unbottoned. The normal shirt which would be worn under the jacket had been replaced with a white tank top which was barely visible underneath the jacket. In this state, making any public appearances was out of the question: But a visit like this simply had to be welcomed in person.
Thus, he soon found himself by the landing pad where the Jedi was expected. Soldiers standing on guard stood by their posts across the grounds and a troop of 18 Palace Guards marched along the perimeter. Without ay servants attending him, the Crown Prince waited alone with his gaze directed to the skies. Underneath his healthy left arm, was a finely decorated box.
When the ship eventually approached, his hair would flutter freely on the wind. A joyous smile would turn into laughter: Evidently, the Royal had no issues finding happiness in the small things in life. Once the vessel had settled down, he flicked his head back to get some hair out of his face and produced a light blow to aid in the effort. A few strands would likely linger but his limbs were all preoccupied for the time being. Offering a stiff bow of the head, he would let out a friendly "Welcome to Onderon. I hope your journey here went well. You will always be a welcome sight on Onderon." A brief moment passed by before he quickly corrected himself "You, and any other representative of the New Jedi Order and Alliance Defence Force, of course"
