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A lone HWK-290 freighter jumped out of hyperspace. It stopped some distance away from Mandalore’s surface. Inside the cockpit the crimson armored Mandalorian sat in the pilot’s seat. He held the controls with each of his hands while staring at the scarred world before him. Through his t-visor the warrior stared for minutes rendered silent in absolute awe with only the clicking from the ship’s console making noise.
Subsequently he reverently bowed his helm. Despite its scars and the constant tragedies befalling it Mandalore was beloved by him. Long he heard the tales and legends of the clan regarding this place. It was one thing to hear but to finally lay eyes upon the birthplace of their people was whole thing entirely. The young Mandalorian slowly but surely lifted his gaze to Mandalore once more, declaring in the old tongue.
“De juvntirka Ni vercopaanir at haa'taylir eak.”(By the homeworld I hope to see one day.)
Then as it to stir him from this contemplation the console’s comm beeps repeatedly. Pressing the button a hardened voice came on the other end.
“Attention unidentified craft! Declare yourself and state your intentions or we will use force.”
Clearing his throat the young armored man quickly replied.
“I’m Tal, a son of the Clan Kaja. My purpose is pilgrimage to our ancestral world.”
To emphasize the point Tal gave proof sending a signal with the old chain code and signature of the Kaja Clan. Their family hadn’t been to Mandalore for generations but their chain code would be genuine. Soon enough the other warrior answered back through the comm channel.
“Acknowledged. Morutar yaim vod(Welcome home brother). Head for Sundari we could use some extra hands with rebuilding.”
Smiling underneath the helmet, Tal Kaja flew the ship forward. Minutes later the craft was entering the atmosphere. Diving through clouds he finally saw Mandalore’s surface. Hard, battered and yet with life. In a way it reflected them he silently admitted. Further reflection was distrubbed when he picked up a flight of seven Kom’rk Class Fighters flying in an arrow formation toward the north east away from Sundari. More starcraft followed with a dozen Fang fighters escorting five Aka’jor shuttles in a protective formation heading the same direction.
Tal blinked as more starfighters and bombers and transports appeared. Was there an attack or a civil war? He got his answer via comms.
“All available warriors rally to Forge Master Solus to the following coordinates.”
Transmitting the directions to his database Tal took a deep breath before releasing it. Then he laughed outloud to himself.
“What a homecoming!”
Without another moment of hesitation he increased thrusters following the war party. He didn’t know what was going on but all Tal knew was that his kin called for aid and so will answer it.