Azrael
RETIRED
Krant
Castle Ne'tra
From within a tunnel of light, void of sound - a pathway arced across the cosmos slicing a thin streamline trail into the mid-rim. Exiting this hyperlane called the Mara Corridor a single vessel only large enough for a motley crew of four came out of lightspeed travel and entered the sub-light coordinates to a Bothan space planet that was known for it's rich and undisturbed natural landscape. A planet that at one time had been threatened by the old version of the One Sith, and ultimately been saved by a daring group of rebels, protecting the planet and all it's residents. The sleek black ship ebbed through the inky black of space while inside a single figure took the helm with a build of anticipation welling in the pits of his stomach. The Mandalorian maneuvered the Ca'prudii into position until the frame of the planet lit up his view-screen, and the nav-computer began to plot a descent onto that of Krant. The large forested planet came into view naturally well after Azrael started his course. The image of the floating moons and various asteroids caught in the planet's gravity well was always a sight to behold. The young Mandalorian Field Marshal had only been jetting around the depths of space for a little over a year now. Each time a planet came into view (when he wasn't in the heat of battle) it was a mesmerizing time of wonder and beauty that lit up his grey eyes. Each time he understood quite a bit about what Ordo had first taught him about the art of gliding through the depths of space. Nebula, star constellations, and various cosmic events were like the paintings on a rich canvas that consumed their rotating Galaxy. The planet though was not the source of his excitement - it was what this planet held within it's borders, and more specifically whom.
For nearly an entire Galactic year Azrael had been on his own, in the depths of wild space in a struggle that proved to himself, that he was truly mandokarla. He hadn't gone to search for that confirmation, it had been beset upon him, and he had weathered the storm. That was how the stars had aligned for the youth. He would brave the harsh winds and trials of life, the tribulations only making him stronger. Burning off the dross and imperfections of his spirit, to carve and shape the warrior. His spirit, his mind, and his body were strong, and tested through the fires. Since his return however, there was lost time to make up for. Things had changed as the Galaxy continued to spin in his absence. Friends had passed and others had risen to fame and fortune. Among his vode, there were few that were as close a friend as Isley Verd.
The Night Shadow passed through the atmospheric barriers, breaking into the planet's temperate climate as he began to broadcast his IFF signature. A message being directed to a fortress and stronghold that had been renamed in classic Mando'a. Even the name, that was translated into 'The Black Castle' brought a smirk to the half-blood's face while he began a descent towards its location. His vod had done many things in his absence, and even though he'd heard rumors of what had been accomplished, he was still taken back by the majesty of this restructured castle that had once laid in ruin for many centuries. Once his scanners were within range, a broadcast message was sent to the receiving docks of Castle Net'ra requesting clearance for landing.
:: Field Marshal Azrael of Clan Skirata requesting port clearance to dock at Castle Ne'tra. ::
[member="Isley Verd"]
(Open to all Verd Family)