Resident President Meme
Commenor had fallen.
It was a hard thing to admit, but Commenor was no longer free. And no doubt the Sith would order those they deemed dangerous to die, certainly the Minister of Defense would top their lists. A powerful master of Lightning, with enough firepower to match platoons of troops, it would be no hard thing to imagine. Thus, Darlyn had taken advantage of his surroundings, and made his way off world alongside the Silver Jedi, seeking with them some measure of safety. His child was still safely off world, away from everything, until such a time he knew where she could remain safe. She was why he had come to one of the places he dreaded most, a place filled with enough Light, and fearing the retribution they might hold in their hearts.
He didn't exactly have many good experiences with these kinds of people.
So unsurprisingly, he opted to remain within Mandalore's armor, his lightsabers strapped to his hips as he followed directions and guards to the Master of the Order's office, wherein he would find sanctuary, or condemnation. With an almost grim determination, he pushed the door open, and stepped inside.
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It was a hard thing to admit, but Commenor was no longer free. And no doubt the Sith would order those they deemed dangerous to die, certainly the Minister of Defense would top their lists. A powerful master of Lightning, with enough firepower to match platoons of troops, it would be no hard thing to imagine. Thus, Darlyn had taken advantage of his surroundings, and made his way off world alongside the Silver Jedi, seeking with them some measure of safety. His child was still safely off world, away from everything, until such a time he knew where she could remain safe. She was why he had come to one of the places he dreaded most, a place filled with enough Light, and fearing the retribution they might hold in their hearts.
He didn't exactly have many good experiences with these kinds of people.
So unsurprisingly, he opted to remain within Mandalore's armor, his lightsabers strapped to his hips as he followed directions and guards to the Master of the Order's office, wherein he would find sanctuary, or condemnation. With an almost grim determination, he pushed the door open, and stepped inside.
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