Alkor Centaris
Son of Liberty
Aboard the Mythosaur, High Orbit over Myrkr
Empires rise and fall, but ideas are eternal. In a galaxy consumed by constant conflict, this mantra burns brightly in the hearts of the faithful few. Children of a broken home, but resolute in their desire to return the kindness their mother gave them.
Some were born hers. Natural MandalorIans embraced her culture from childhood and grew into hunters, warriors, farmers, and above all family. Divided as they were by clans, their shared heritage bonded them deeply in a way other denizens of the galaxy, regardless of religion or affiliation could not fully claim.
Others were adopted into her charity. Regardless of the means of their birth, or what sins sullied their past, she opened her arms to them with the promise of a clean slate. Cin'vhetin, they called it. From where he stood looking out over Myrkr, Alkor pondered over the concept.
Myrkr had come and gone from the hands of the Mandalorians many times in the past decade. Most recently, it served as the foundation for the crusade of [member="Ra Vizsla"], the predecessor of [member="Vilaz Munin"] as Mand'alor. From its soil, they proclaimed their rage against the now forgotten Republic, a galactic power that crumbled beneath the weight.
Now, after suffering a fate not unlike the Republic's own, the Mando'ade held true that old maxim that revitalized themy against all odds. "We are an idea, and you can't kill an idea."
And Myrkr was theirs once more.
"Su'cuy, Alkor," one of the officers greeted after studying the Dark Jedi for some fifteen minutes. He seemed transfixed on the world below which he had just helped to seize, but his mind was somewhere far away. "Congratulations on your victory, ner'vod."
His soft, icy blue gaze flickered to the man and he gave a slight nod. "Our victory," Alkor corrected. "One more world for our people to settle," he added, "one more step toward home."
"Toward home," the man agreed. "We have a report from the surface. The generators you activated are functioning at optimum levels, and the operating teams sent to man and repurpose the old Imperial holdings are well under way. The entire operation is a great success."
"Vilaz will be pleased to hear it," he replied as he directed his attention to the constantly growing flotilla around them. Mandalorians flocking to answer the call of the Sole Ruler. Word of their new victory was already far reaching. "Where is he, speaking of?"
"En route," came the answer. "He finished with his own opposition a bit later than you did, then went to meet with the Bounty Hunters to lay down an agreement about how Myrkr will be run. They were more than fine with the idea of colonization, and happy to hear we weren't going to try to tax them."
"Better to let their work flood the planet's coffers as it always has," Alkor agreed. "As it stands, we don't have a strong enough financial hand to back any sort of economic stimulus anyway."
"You've dealt with leadership of nations before?" The man mused.
"Hardly," Alkor snorted. "But I've seen plenty of them fail."
Neither man seemed to have anything to add to that. This was a day of triumph, and the massive flagship of the Mandalorians was alive with jubilation. Alkor returned to looking out the view port toward the vastness of space. Soon enough, their people would gather.
Soon enough.
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