How easily they seemed to forget.
Alkor stood in his beskar'gam behind [member="Kaine Australis"], behind [member="Keira Ticon"], and watched the madness unfold. That [member="Darth Metus"] was not shot dead upon arrival was less than amusing. The Resol'nare was an exceptionally clear set of laws. Protect your family- Isley failed to do that. He walked away from it. Alkor had once made the mistake of walking with him.
Never again.
He patch through to Kaine's helm discreetly with a few microexpressions and spoke to the General quietly. "You know this man by now, vod. By his name, his repute, and possibly even from previous meetings. He is no friend to the people save when it benefits him."
His eyes remained on Isley, but his once dark and familiar presence was gone- the armored man stood taller, bulkier, and significantly dead in the Force than the Alkor Isley had called brother. He would not know him, nor would he feel anything from him. None of the false Verd would.
Keira took a more direct path toward condemning them. Alkor didn't make threats. He never moved for his weapons. He didn't need to. The command would come precisely when it needed to, and not before.
"I was there beside him when he denounced our people, called us weak, and vaunted the shabla Force. I listened to his words as he said we were deluded, renamed himself Sith, and became the soulless creature you see here. He will wear any face he needs, turn his cloak to whatever colors suit him, and spit on the allies he takes on a whim. Family means nothing to him. Friendship is hollow and fickle in his eyes."
He let out a breath. This emotional nonsense just wasn't for him. If it were Alkor's call, the trigger would have been pulled before talking ever began. "That's my report, sir."
"Ticon," Alkor called out, voice neutralized to a mechanical monotone. "For once, let's let Mand'alor make this decision."