Keira Priest
The Iron
Music
It was something Keira knew full well didn't have to happen, as every credit worth of damage had been preventable. That sort of havoc was just the kind she had been looking to stop before it even began, but in transferring communications and dealing with the business of an outsider who didn't know how to stay in line, she had been sidetracked. What had resulted was harsh words and even harsher consequences, what had taken place only cementing Mandalorian disdain for anything remotely Imperial and proving to her that the current leadership was apparently incapable of handling anything outside of their own jurisdiction.
And so she had approached the standing Mand'alor not with a request to speak, but rather a statement that she would be arriving to discuss all that had happened on Myrkr and the ramifications it held for their people. At this point in her life she was beyond asking permission for much of anything, and recent events had only shown her why that was a useless thing in the long run anyhow. Besides, with the hierarchy - or rather, lack thereof - the vode operated upon, her approach wasn't much of an issue. The words she had yet to speak might prove to be, but in Mandalorian society there was a fine line between free speech and disrespect she had learned to tread with the utmost precision.
Upon reaching the doors of the command center she paused, reaching up to remove her helmet and magnetically clip it at her waist, a sign of respect from one warrior to another. For the purpose of the meeting she had come unarmed, another demonstration of the trust between the two in that she was comfortable enough to find herself metaphorically defenseless in his presence, free of any true weaponry other than her own skill. Finally stepping through the doors she once again halted at a respectful distance behind the man, offering all of the proper respect she had neglected to grant in their previous interactions. "Su'cuy."
[member="Vilaz Munin"]
Dxun
Mandalorian Outpost
No matter their individual opinions, most every Mandalorian could agree that what had transpired on and above Myrkr had been nothing short of disastrous, regardless of the personal outcomes for each person. Her intentions going into things had been peace, and somehow the day had ended with three Imperial Star Destroyers in Mando'ade space, and innumerable casualties that they had only just begun to account for. The extent of the damages was unknown, but it was widely prospected that there were millions - perhaps billions - worth of credits in damage. There was no doubt in anyone's mind that this was a devastating blow to their infrastructure, and one they would be long in recovering from.It was something Keira knew full well didn't have to happen, as every credit worth of damage had been preventable. That sort of havoc was just the kind she had been looking to stop before it even began, but in transferring communications and dealing with the business of an outsider who didn't know how to stay in line, she had been sidetracked. What had resulted was harsh words and even harsher consequences, what had taken place only cementing Mandalorian disdain for anything remotely Imperial and proving to her that the current leadership was apparently incapable of handling anything outside of their own jurisdiction.
And so she had approached the standing Mand'alor not with a request to speak, but rather a statement that she would be arriving to discuss all that had happened on Myrkr and the ramifications it held for their people. At this point in her life she was beyond asking permission for much of anything, and recent events had only shown her why that was a useless thing in the long run anyhow. Besides, with the hierarchy - or rather, lack thereof - the vode operated upon, her approach wasn't much of an issue. The words she had yet to speak might prove to be, but in Mandalorian society there was a fine line between free speech and disrespect she had learned to tread with the utmost precision.
Upon reaching the doors of the command center she paused, reaching up to remove her helmet and magnetically clip it at her waist, a sign of respect from one warrior to another. For the purpose of the meeting she had come unarmed, another demonstration of the trust between the two in that she was comfortable enough to find herself metaphorically defenseless in his presence, free of any true weaponry other than her own skill. Finally stepping through the doors she once again halted at a respectful distance behind the man, offering all of the proper respect she had neglected to grant in their previous interactions. "Su'cuy."
[member="Vilaz Munin"]