The Road Ahead of Us

[Vilaz Munin]

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They were broken and fractured...again.

The sense of unity was up in the air and had no meaning or significance to it.

So much work to be done, yet there was no major progress being made for the wellbeing and welfare of all Mandalorians despite what clan they belonged to. Whenever one clan was affected in a negative way, it affected the rest. And for what just happened in recent events all Mandalorians all shared the same grief and depression from the internal conflict of Mandalore which killed countless of men and women.

But it wasn't just that. During the devastation of Mandalore some more sub-events transpired which led to some eyebrows being raised. Many had called Vilaz an incompetent Mand'alor for declining the help of the Silver Jedi while some, very few in number, thought that what he did showed a great demonstration of the pride and strength the Mandalorians had when in dark times such as these. All in all, every son and daughter of Mandalore had the right and freewill to think and do what they want, but the negative views that some had against him would not stop Vilaz.

And so he had rallied all of the clans on one of Concordia's great mines that was crucial in mining raw beskar, Mandalorian Steel, and other rich minerals.

"My brothers and sisters," he cried out to those that he stood before, his face unveiled as his helmet was beneath his arm, "let us all respect our fallen that have now marched on to the Manda." His head bowed down and the lids of his eyes closed. They had yet to give a proper ceremony to those that had lost their lives on Mandalore. Many, of course, the Munin did not know but he still felt grief for them. There were some he knew that were lost such as Warmaster Isely Verd and Briika's parents. The man wished that he could do more than what this method he was performing, but there was little time to mourn.

So many deaths and for what?

There was a theory, made by [member="Maleagant"] who made a professional investigation on the terrain of Mandalore, that pointed out to three suspects. Two of them were former Sole Rulers and another was an Alor of an ancient clan. All three of them were close friends, or at least associates, of Vilaz and the Mand'alor knew that they were incapable of causing such a catastrophe on their own. They had morals and always put the wellbeing of the Mandalorians first and foremost before anything else. After all, it was just a theory.

"We are broken and divided," Vilaz said after many minutes had pass of giving his respect to the dead, "that is why I sought out for all of you. I did not call you to prepare yourselves for another crusade; no, from what has happened in recent times I have summoned all of you for another purpose: to rebuild and reconstruct so that we may triumph and come anew from these dark times that we all suffer from." They were broken in the sense of their cultural homeworld tearing itself apart and thus killing many men and women, and no one doing anything about it. They were divided in the sense of different ideals which was well demonstrated between Clan Munin and Rekali.

The man then threw his helmet at the ground, angry and frustrated of what has happened to him and his brethren.​

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"SHOW ME YOUR LOYALTIES."​

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A finger then pointed at the great skies above them and from a great distance there was mother Mandalore with a much more different landscape that was obviously noted for those that had seen Mandalore from the void of space.​

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"SHOW MANDA'YAIM YOUR LOYALTIES."

"STEP FORWARD AND WALK WITH ME, SO THAT WE CAN BECOME THE PROUD WARRIORS THAT WE WERE MEANT TO BE."
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[Kami Meran]

"Being a warrior is all well and good. Mand'Alor but my clan has been restructured in to a combat Engineer clan. they can be soldiers. but are better mechanics. "

 

[Krenis Skirata]

Mandalore had taken him in when his family had betrayed him. Given him a family and a purpose and place he could actually call home, a real home. That meant something. The entire idea meant something, of a people who would take in the outsiders and the outcasts and the wanderers and give them a family. That was rare. No other organization in the galaxy, save perhaps the Jedi, were so open.

And now it was broken. Severely, not irreparably. With work and time, it could flourish again. Not unlike an ARC trooper without a cause, a Republic, or brothers he could rely on. He frowned quietly as he listened, steepling his fingers together. He'd never been one for fancy speeches. They were for normal humans. Not ones engineered from before birth to be soldiers that had warfare encoded into their genetics.

But, the sentiment behind this one was accurate and real. More importantly, it was needed. He stepped forward, giving a withering look from behind his helmet to the other Mandalorian who had spoken up. Mechanics? That was irrelevant and not at all what the Mand'alore was referring to. But they would need mechanics in the days to come. Scientists, researchers, climate experts. Terraforming corporations and resources. Massive trade deals. Methods of increasing their income to pay for the cost. Everyone would need to utilize the most of their skills for the good of the family.

 

[Jagen Wren]

The man standing somewhat near the front of the crowd of Mandalorians was inspired. For the last three years, Jagen had been bouncing around the galaxy with his loyalties accompanying him, from the Free Colonies to the Republic, but that didn't stop him from returning to Mandalore to reinvest himself in what he truly was, a true Mandalorian. Not a pirate, nor a businessman, but a Mandalorian from the day he was born.

On the name of his ancestors, he would restore and launch Clan Wren gloriously onto the field of battle. When the Mand'alor himself told them to step forward and fight with him, Jagen did so both figuratively and literally, he was ready to prove himself, to redeem himself from the stunt he had pulled in the Unknown Regions of the Galaxy. He would fight to avenge those who had died on Mandalore, he would fight to avenge those who had died in the history of the Clans.

Or he would die trying.

[member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Kami Meran"] | [member="Krenis Skirata"]