The Return of the Mandos (Mandalorian Dominion of Serenno)

[Ray Valerio]

As Tyranus was surrounded by a small force of armed men, Ray smirked from his position. He pushed the helmet down over his head and clicked a small button on the side. The antenna that stood atop his helmet lowered and began to beep several times. Through his visor he could see small indicators, lighting up each of the men that approached his fellow Mandalorian. "Time to join the fray." He said with a smile as he tapped on his wrist. Suddenly flames sprayed from the bottom of his jetpack and he lifted into the air. He drew out two small blaster pistols and in an instant fired off several shots. A few of the enemies men dropped to the ground, small plumes of smoke rising from scorched marks on their gear. He spun the weapons around quickly before shoving them in their holsters and lifting his wrist to the remaining forces. He placed one hand on his wrist and used it to steady his aim. In an instant flames erupted from a small nozel like attachment on his wrist. He directed the stream of fire at the me. Directly in front of him, then sweeping the scorching wave to one side and then the other. The small group of men were now nothing more than smoldering corpses and screaming and broken men. As they fell to the ground, the life leaving them, Ray approached @Tyranus Colin and extended a hand to help him up. "Good thing I showed up when I did, huh?" The young Mandalorian spoke as he helped the man up.

 

[Werdla Dardalab]

Location: Breaching the Shield Station
Objective: Lower Shields
Allies Currently In the Same Area: [member="Tyranus Collik"] [member="Ray Valerio"]

Another squad took advantage of the opening Buruk squad had made, pushing in towards the building. A few moments after they'd moved past, La realized her IFF was tagging one of them as a known party. [member="Tyranus Collik"]. Not as if Buruk squad needed much incentive to get moving. Half of them stayed in their fox holes, either because they were wounded, though none critically so far, or simply to hold the line and ensure no nasty surprises crept up on those storming the shield station.

As the moved forward in Karir Squads footsteps, La, having been raised in even wilder space than most Mandos did not feel the same compassion Hunter Squad apparently had towards their wounded enemies. The best that could be said was that with the ACP Repeater still in hand her shots were accurate and they did not suffer. Maybe it was because she was not used to having a squad or anyone to watch her back, but La didn't reckon it was wise to leave an enemy behind you. If she was injured she wouldn't just lie there groaning. She might play dead and then shoot someone once they'd walked past though, or lob a grenade.. No thanks. Mercy be damned. La and Buruk squad were getting off Serenno alive.

Just outside the Shield station were the remains of Karir Squad. In their haste it looked like they'd triggered some hidden mines. Another gent with a flamethrower had dealt with the enemies harassing Buruk squad, so all that was left to them was to put the burnt mercenaries out of their misery and press on.

"Sweep!"

La called out, signalling those with more advanced HUDs to scan for further traps. She and several other moved to check over Karir Squad. Roughly half of them were down and out, either dead or too injured to continue. Tyranus himself was not looking so good.

"Su'cuy vod! I thought I said we had t'get together for a drink, not a bloody war. Ah well."

With practised ease and nonchalance, she removed the armour pieces in the way to examine the wound. She whistled at the sight of it.

"Reckon your out for the remainder, vod."

With speed borne of practice, mostly on herself, the worst of the dirst and debris was cleaned from the wound, and a fresh undamaged bacta patch was applied.

"Right. You two, get the injured back to the foxholes. You,"

she turned her attention back to Tyranus

"go with them, keep pressure on that and.. I dunno. Lay on your back and elevate your leg till a proper medic gets t'you. Don't worry vod, you probably won't die!"

She slapped him on the back in what looked to be a relatively uninjured area, and with a wince as she rose back to her feet barked out.

"Report!"

"Clear! More mines to the sides, the main ones around the entry way have been set off. No explosive trace found around the doorways."

"Lets fix that!"

"On it!"

The det guy moved forward, applying strips to the door and humming cheerfully to himself. By now the injured were already being moved back to the relative safety of the foxholes.

"Clear!"

The stepped out of the blast line, cognizant of the mines now identified on their HUDs.

 

[Ray Valerio]

A moment later a female Mandalorian and a few other men appeared by their side. She began to tend to the injured Tyranus Colik and Ray rose to his feet to speak to a few of the other men. He had been assigned a team but he was more of a handle it yourself type of guy. He spoke to the men and confirmed that the team he was supposed to be with was alright.

Once he had made sure of their well being he turned back to face Werdla Dardalab. "Well looks like you lot did alright, Vod." He said approvingly. He shadowed close behind her as she spoke to her men and took control of the situation. It seemed she was a capable enough leader for the others, so he wouldn't buck her leadership just yet.

"Looks like I'm moving with you now." He said rather than asked. He checked himself and his gear quickly, he hadn't taken any damage but it was always good just to check. Once he was satisfied he looked up at her and nodded. "On your lead." He said as he fell in with her and the small group she was currently commanding.

 

[Tyranus]

Allies: [member="Countess Calum Teramo"] [member="Naimes Ahn-Dross"] [member="Werdla Dardalab"] [member="Ijaat Akun"] [member="Strider Garon"]
Enemies: Anyone not Mando
Malyasa'yr, Su cuy'gar kak Vod! I lost a arm, a foot....oh yeah I recently lost a foot and now I have to remain back from a mine......dang it will.....at least I survived. Also, how have you been since....the station? To think, this was new armor since.......will my old one got stuck with shrapnel and was........un-repairable.

Tyranus lifted himself onto his elbows and breathed deeply and looked at the spot where he was hit more closely with the armor around it removed. The wound still looked gnarly, but only closer inspection he could see a few burns around the area. A medic went over to him and knelled down onto the blasted ground and bean to examine the wound, lift it up and heal it. Tyranus wiped some warm blood from his helmet and felt some blood flow from his nose. He reached a hand up and wiped it away and then spitted up some blood onto the ground. Arghh! He couldn't believe that he was in this situation again, he really wished that he used his visor to check for mines but the time for that had passed. Now all he hoped for them to at least win the battle. A large steel droppod dropped nearby and a group of eighteen mandalorions ran out along with Tyranus's friend Mando. Mando took off his slightly horned helmet and walked over to Tyranus and Werdla. Mando smiled slightly before speaking. Mando chuckles slightly before speaking in a smooth but humorous manner.

Ahh, Tyranus again you got injured? Man pain sure just loves you!

 

[Uriel Manteroni]

IC: Uriel Manteroni
Speech; Thought; Action; NPC, PC.
Allies: [member="Strider Garon"] [member="Isley Verd"] Mandalorians Fighters.
Enemies: Anyone not Mando
Location: Right flank of Mandalorian Capital Ship.

Music: http://www.vagalume.com.br/calvin-harris/burnin-feat-r3hab.html

The Commander ( [member="Strider Garon"] ) said: "Uriel Manteroni, Form up on our right flank and Isley Verd take up my left. Lets show these aruetiise how Mandos conduct warfare!"

Uriel responds: "Yes sir. Right Flank !!"

Uriel's Adrenaline was the very high levels. Uriel have the reflex to the maximum, your instincts to the fullest, your hunger for killing most.

Uriel thought: In this moments you realize that you're alive ... irony of war ... at the same time you can be going directly to the death ...

Vamp: "We will enter the combat perimeter in 25 seconds.
"
Uriel: "Vamp, accelerate to military power, keep 15% power reserve in self-buster, raise the power of shields to level 5, activate the automatic redundancy system and allow the system director of shields otimise energy and protection."

Vamp: "Yes sir."

Uriel: "Activate every cannons Sienar Ls 7.2 at full power. Enable the automatic flares and chaffs, as well as the active defense system through micro-darts."

Vamp. "Yes sir."

Uriel could see the near fight now, explosions, dogfights, the shooting Cruisers, Frigates the responding and then suddenly, Uriel see the giant Capital Ship of Mandolarians. Uriel thought: Uallll ... this is a real StarShip. "Vamp, we were ordered to outflank the right side of Capital Ship, keep all sensors on high alert, enable hyper-doppler radars and transmitters. Let's go with everything !!! Disconnect the structural maneuver limiters, I'll take this Clawcraft the limit !! I do not want any computer limiting my load G !!"

Vamp: "Yes sir. 5 seconds for we enter the perimeter of combat."

Uriel was at maximum power ... quickly realized that fighting is an art that does not forget , he thought... well ... the three basic rules of space combat: 1-See the enemy first; 2-Shoot nearing; 3-Get away fast !!!

Vamp: "Perimeter fighting !!"

The region caught fire: laser bursts, torpedo protons, turbo lasers spitting pure energy !! Uriel was still far from the Capital Ship of Garon. Then he can see an X-Wing enemy chasing a TIE friend, Uriel deviated from its route, approached stealthily approached the enemy ... more ... more ... and then when the X-Wing realized, it was too late, Uriel gave three short burst with the maximum power of 0.1 GW of their lasers cannons. The bursts in deflection hit all the enemy's cockpit, destroying and melting all, the ship flew aimlessly before exploding.

Uriel: "AHAHAHAHAHAH! Tango 1, death!!"

Uriel thought: Fourth basic rule ... shoot the cockpit ... kill the pilot ... then everything is easy!

Uriel did a half tonneau and headed directly to the right flank of the Capital Ship, to get there, made a incredible flyby in the huge ship, went to 2 meters a communication antenna, the Clawcraft are in maximum speed, in 0.5 seconds ran the entire length the Capital ship of the Mandalorians, then made a vertical ascent towards the bow of the Capital ship.

Then the doppler sensors showed a friend being destroyed by a Cloakshape NEGVV, the Mandalorian ship flew with debris in all directions, the enemy made a short radius curve at 9 hours and 125 degrees below Uriel, then Uriel made a hammerhead and down vertically in relation to Cloakshape, Uriel made a continuous series of convergent fire with their guns, the enemy turned and was to the direction Uriel wanted, so Uriel launched a proton torpedo that has hit the enemy ship that turned into a ball fire!

Aahahah !!! Tango 2 !! 2 to zero for us !!! Uriel screamed and he went back for another stunning flyby in the Capital Ship !! After all Strider told me to keep the right flank !!

 

[Strider Garon]

Location: Command Ship
Objective: Fleet Battle


Casualties were being suffered from both sides, more on the enemy side. You don't go to war without planning to get your hands bloodied. The next rotation completed and Strider was back at the front of the assault, The ship vibrating from volley after volley of incoming enemy fire. Garon had full confidence that the Ash’amur could handle the beating, it was the other smaller ships that were feeling the pinch though. What was worse was that the Serennoian fighters were beginning to swarm the Mandalorian fleet, braving the point defense turrets to sting and wear down the bigger beasts of war.

"Order the closest squadron to take care of our pest problem before we get torn apart piece by piece" The old dog ordered is tac officers to relay the orders to the squadron leaders and update their mission status.

The Enemy fighter wave tried to weasel their way into the Mandalorian’s formation while Strider was focusing on the capital ships. “Concentrate fire on the carriers, label them 1 through 6. On my Mark!!!! FIRE ON 1”

The entire fleet that were in firing arc of the carrier labelled simply as ONE bared what arsenal they could upon the poor capital ship, busting her open as if she were nothing more then a decommission hollowed out target ship.

Strider’s strategy was to destroy the carries so the enemy fighter squadrons could not birth and re load. This would gain favor for the mando fighters in this full pitched battle that was going to be won by attrition and tactics.

There were reports of success on the right flank but now Strider needed [member="Uriel Manteroni"] to focus on weeding out enemy fighters. Though such little crafts in comparison to the might cruisers, frigates and destroyers they still packed a punch and if under estimated could lay waste to caps if put to purpose right. "Give Manteroni new orders" Strider would bark to his Tac officers "Tell him to hunt down the fighters, weed em out the best he can"

 

[Anastasia Rade]

Location: Command Ship
Objective: Fleet Battle and/or Annoy Strider

Anastasia wasn't an expert by no means when it came to space battle. In truth she had enough trouble flying from pint A to point B without autopilot. Space battle wasn't her thing but that didn't mean she couldn't help with administrative type work and such. She could help [member="Strider Garon"] keep track of the battle and what was going on. There was a lot and he was getting old.

Walking onto the bridge carrying a datapad she stopped at Strider's side. "There are more enemy ships headed in our direction to the left. By my calculations they should be here in roughly 30 mins. We have also lost contact with several of the smaller ships. We are working to get contact back but it may be awhile if at all."

The good news was? Well, there was no good news at the moment. She was here though so there was that was something.

 

[Ray Valerio]

Ray looked off in the direction of the fleets, it seemed like strider was having some trouble. He placed his hand to the side of his helmet and began to speak. "Come in... Strider... Strider? Its Ray, I'm down here with the ground forces, were almost to the shield stations. Do we turn around and head your way to help out or press on?" He asked a bit annoyed.

He held Strider in the highest regards, the man was practically his father. Still, if he couldnt handle space combat why did he get in the dammed ship? He looked off in the direction of the shield station then back towards the fleet. He lifted his wrist and a small holographic map appeared showing a grid and coordinates. They were close to the shield station but Strider might require assistance.

He let out an annoyed sigh and spoke into his helmet again "We're ready to assault the shield station, or turn your way! Awaiting orders!" He shook his head lightly and waited for a response, this was a sure fire victory, but casualties had to be expected. Ray just hoped Strider had a plan in the works.

 

[Ordo]

Ordo's two Kandosii-type dreadnoughts opened fire with it's long guns on the enemy capital ships. Fighters began belching from the bowels of the two beast like a swarm of locust intent on devouring all they found. He commed [member="Strider Garon"].

"Ordo fleet engaging enemy." he said calmly, "Let's slag the dirt ball."

His ships continued their advance mass drivers pounding at the capital ships of the enemy while they towed their payload.

 

[Talise Skirata]

Her brown eyes were bathed in the blue iridescent glow of her HUD as the bombs fell like steel rain on the death camp. Dirt, duracrete, and durasteel turned to powder as the bombs exploded with precision accuracy. Prisoners began to understand or just saw the opportunity and started to revolt. Blasters bolts filled the air as weapons were taken up on both sides and the Serennoan gurds began to regret their occupation.

She brought her bomber into a climb with the other squadron memebers trailed behind her. She found her altitude and turned the ships about to land and relieve the guards of their lives. Mandalorians had returned with the intent of running things their way.

 

[Strider Garon]

The fleet battle would roar on till its bitter conclusion of Mandalorian victory over the skies of Serenno. Many have died above the beautiful planet, the enemy would wonder for what for but the Mando'ade questioned not. It was all for the glory of Mandalore and the united clans. Those that had perished here would be remembered and have earned their rights in the manda. An honor that Strider Garon has evaded for so many years though for not lack of courage, he has spent most of his life on the field of battle. His body has been torn apart through the bloody work of war but yet he still breathes free air and so many young parish. Was it luck? or was it skill?

Strider would look upon his weary crew, all exited and battered by the stressed of combat. "ori'jate bora vode!" He would praise them. Now to answer the call of his adopted son who was on the ground.

He would retrieve the holocom and relay "Ra'ika!" he would say his name in the mando'a affection "The fleet has been defeated, ground resistance should fade soon enough. Let them fade into the shadows, give them a change to surrender!"

 

[Werdla Dardalab]

Location: Shield Station

"Good enough Vod."

Was her quick reply to [member="Ray Valerio"]. The remainder of Buruk Squad plus 1 was on the move, entering the door as soon as it was blown, guns blazing. There were mercs in wait of course, but not many, it seemed as if they hadn't expected to forces outside to be breached.

While La was on the job and couldn't afford to stay back with [member="Tyranus Collik"], that didn't mean the conversation was over, that was what HUDs and comm units were for.

"Ha! You're either very lucky, or very unlucky. Not sure which, might as well go with lucky. Been all right, got the call, reported, now I'm here. Such is life. Haven't lost anything important recently, all important parts still attached. Though with some of the prosthetics they have these days.. Could be an improvement! Damned shame about the armour though."

The nine Mandos moved methodically through the small station.

"Power room!"

"Take it down!"

"Permanently?"

"Eh, may as well. That way if we get overrun the shields stay down, we can rebuild when the planets ours again."

"Ray of sunshine."

Banter aside, the shields were dropped, and then enough damage was done to the machines to ensure that no last minute route and patch job by the Mercenaries would get them raised again.

"Buruk Squad to Command, shields are down Command, if last intel is still valid, target is now exposed."

[member="Strider Garon"]

 

[Ray Valerio]

Ray dropped his head and sighed as he got the order to allow the enemy the opportunity to surrender. The fleet had been defeated and if it came to it, Ray could easily lead an assault on the shield station and wipe out the remainder of the enemy forces. A smirk spread across his face beneath the helmet and he muttered something in their native tongue. "Aka ani, anade!". He repeated the phrase in almost a shout as he raised a fist in the air.

The planets atmosphere was filled by the battle cries and victory chants of the Mandalorians who had survived the battle. It was a glorious moment, one that mandalorians lived for. There were casualties on their side as well, but dying in battle for Mandalore was a great honor, an occasion worthy of celebrating and not mourning.

" Good work in the sky, Alor" he spoke to [member="Strider Garon"] personally through the helmet. "Ground forces will rendevouz with you for pick up soon." He said as he signaled to the other soldiers. The wounded were loaded up on vehicles for transport to the ships while the able bodied warriors used their jetpacks to travel beside the caravan of injured soldiers, guarding it the rest of the way back to the rendezvous location.

 

[Uriel Manteroni]

IC: Uriel Manteroni
Speech; Thought; Action; NPC, PC.
Allies: Strider Garon Isley Verd Mandalorians Fighters.
Enemies: Anyone not Mando
Location: hunting bandits around Serenno.

Uriel had just destroyed a TIE enemy who dared to shoot the shield generators of Capital Ship, when the tactical command called on comms: "Vampire 1, here Tactical Command."

Uriel: "Tactical Command, Vampire 1 copy clear!"

Officer Tactical Command: "Change order, to hunt down the fighters, in weed out the best he can!"

Uriel: "Yes sir."

Uriel quickly looked at the screen of your tactical sensor and saw the most infested region of enemies, made a Half Cuban Eight and headed for the most congested sector.

Uriel thought: I arrived after the training of fighter squadrons, I am without command. I will try to act as a Joker. Stealthily destroying enemies that chasing friends, so, we will become the majority.

Uriel realized by situational console that the fighting was taking place in layers, each squad was mixed layered with enemies.

Uriel: "Vamp, make a plan of cross passages. And upload it to my HUD."

The virtual path appeared in the HUD display, then Uriel began to maneuver, and made the two dives in the mess of war between the starfighters, killing 9 enemies, (4 in first and 5 in second) all with short bursts, very close to the enemy, in the cockpit!

Uriel left the dogfighter layer, but when rotated to return, your RWR indicated the two enemy fighters at his six hours! They are in typical wing formation, one giving coverage to another, the Clawcraft ECM systems were activated, and then a red laser blast went within inches of the Uriel's ship.

Uriel tried to pull away, but the enemies, two B-Wing, were determined to end the life of Uriel.

Uriel thought: Damn it!! I do not have the call sign of any squadron !! I need help !!

Uriel: "Vamp, contact Strider Garon!"

Vamp: "Closed Link!"

Uriel: "Tactical Command, here Vampire 1. I need support !!! Two enemies are almost about to destroy me, please send a starfigher friend to help me !!"

The B-Wings were improving the aim ... if nobody would come soon ... Uriel will not escape ...

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

Location: Serenno Forests, Crashed.
Objective: Make it to the Palace .

Sitting down strapped in the Gen'dai could feel the changes that the interlocking system was going through. The Dropships were ready to go now, Looking around Kezeroth smirked to himself. Next thing heard was the radio comms coming on with a buzz saying " Prepare for drop!" the men fell into line well and got prepared in a split second. In 30 seconds everyone was strapped in, amazing. With the doors opening under them and the locks unlatching, the Dropship fell like a stone into the atmosphere of the planet. Pilot guiding the ship through blaster fire, apparently the area they dropped in at was heavily guarded. Flying through it all the pilot shouted " Missiles locked on I cant shake them! Brace for impact!" Some soldiers turned and looked at each other, they hid their worry well. Having a face of stone Kezeroth closed his eyes and focused. He could hear the missiles soaring towards them, there were four of them. Feeling two missiles with the force they suddenly imploded as Kezeroth closed his fist.

" Two missiles felt! their gaining on us!" the pilot shouted again. Preparing to take the same action, Kezeroth closed his eyes once more and paused. He felt something, Someone he had not seen for a while. Slightly taken over by this it broke his focus and made him think about the events of the Throne room, where the current presence was strongest. He had no clue who it was, but he would find out. It seemed to come at the last second before impact but a barrier through the force was place on the back side of the side. The impact was harsh and the Dropship landed hard but gracefully in the forests below. The impact killed some soldiers, inspecting the soldiers Kezeroth himself got up and shouted " Get up! You can stay here and die or you can move on and live! Lets go!" he said harshly and kicked open the door and dropped to the ground 5ft below. Their dropship was officially not going anywhere. With his Power hammer on his back and Particle rifle in his hands he was set and ready to go.

" This is Mr. Malice... We crash landed in the forests, our nearest location is..." he paused and looked up only to see a large tower from a castle like structure. " Some type of fortress or palace. Were moving in!" he pressed a button and his face mask folded over. The presence was getting stronger and there was no doubt the other person could feel the Gen'dai presence it was a unforgettable one at that.

[member="Aedan Miles"]
[member="Strider Garon"]
[member="Werdla Dardalab"]
[member="Judas Zambrano"]

 

[Tyranus]

Allies: [member="Countess Calum Teramo"] [member="Naimes Ahn-Dross"] [member="Werdla Dardalab"] [member="Ijaat Akun"] [member="Strider Garon"]
Enemies: Anyone not Mando
Yeah, it was my favorite. Also, my friend Mando just got here and is following behind you so.....don't try to kill him or at the very least amputate one of his limbs, but yeah nice seeing you again.

Tyranus meant the last part with all sincere, one of the first few Mando's he met and they had some fun fighting each other on the station. Mando followed behind Werdla, trying to act like a professional. Although, he wasn't new to combat, he was new to war and large battles including this particular one. Luckily, he was quite skilled with a machete and sniper but, he took his chances on the machete and on his blaster. Mando reached his hand downwards and gripped his hand against the soft leathery handle of his machete and the other around the cold hilt of his blaster and he drew both of them out. Then, Mando began to walk slowly behind Werdla and he looked around through his horned helmet, and saw many other Mandalorions in mismatch armor and some wore the same armor but it had visible damage. Mando gripped the handle of his machete tightly and continued to walk forward, his feet crunching against the grass and dirt below him along with a few rocks and a little gravel every now and then. He looked around again and saw motionless and bloody bodies lying across the ground, some gathered in a heap while others just laid spread out along the ground. Behind Mando was where the wounded were being tended to their wounds and along with a few boxes of ammunition and weapons.

 

[Ellie Mors]

Location: Approaching Darth Tyranus' former Palace
Objective: Do as the Romans do

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Resistance for the red-head was generally not an issue - the sight of a blind woman with a walking stick generally wasn't warranted as a threat - and the few who walked by her that weren't aware of her sharp change of appearance since the battle of Kashyyk simply continued on their way. The greatest task she faced was not continuously tripping over undergrowth or walking into the occasional branch that hung low enough to get in her way. With the force still in a state she found unacceptable to rely on, she was truly forced to rely on her hearing and focus to ensure her own safety - easy, much to her surprise. In the entirety of her life, up until this point, Silara had yet to make an appearance in Mandalorian space beyond Dantooine and Sorrus, the latter being where she was raised and presumably her home world, and she generally did not have much intention to do so or an interest at all. Perhaps in the past she would have dismissed the Mandalorian call for return, but her relationship with Alric Kuhn had changed her somewhat, if not giving her a strange duality of understanding and yet retaining that definite evil. She knew more than most did of the traditions Mandalorians partook in, of course, but Empress Teta had done little to give her hope of reaching out or being accepted by her brothers and sisters - especially after her child was stillborn as a result of their releasing of Dralshy'a. Part of her wanted to speak with [member="Azrael"] himself as a mother, to take his life for her unborn daughter's, and the other told her to be cautious, to take advantage of the momentary lapse in hatred shown by her foster family, the people who still seem rooted in the four hundred years of darkness in their practice of recognizing an olive branch.

She neared the palace, relatively unharmed bar a scratch or a scrape on an elbow or cheek, and thought of what she would say, how she would say it. Would they at least understand her? Could they? She had spoken to a Mandalorian once and he seemed entirely ignorant of their prideful past, of the past she was proud to carry, but seemed enamoured with the way things were now, with hating her and the rest of the Sith as a whole. They freely tossed about the label of Dar'manda without a thought given to the consequences, of how severe the word was, the name was. Simply for escaping a life of torture, of abuse, she had been given the name, called soulless, and exiled from her people as a child. None of them studied their history, knew of their great civilization of old. They did not realize that the Sith had once been their greatest ally, that Ulic Qel-Droma and Exar Kun had once led the Mandalorian people to glory in the sacking of Coruscant, or that the Mandalorians once propped up the Sith as they were persecuted far prior to their notorious age of evil. In a time long forgotten the Sith and the Mandalorians had been so close, friends at the worst of times and secret lovers at the best. But the Mandalorians of now, they claimed that they had merely been tricked, they denied their glory, they stamped out their own history by shaming their ancestors with the belief that the Mandalorian people were simple enough to be pushed to do such tasks through mere manipulation rather than a lust for battle and honor. They had forgotten the way Mandalorians had once been, lost sight of who they were, and as she arrived at the footsteps of the palace that lay in disarray she could not help but think, 'If things had gone differently, they could have had the next Mandalore the Ultimate, not an era of seeking for peace. They could have had glory, honor.'

'Not shame of defeat.'