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Concord Dawn, 0700 hours.
The Mandalorian camp was bustling with activity in the morning sun. Weapons being moved by the crate, training excercises with the Basiliskan War Droids a few miles away, officers keeping their soldiers in shape through PT. The war camp on Concord Dawn was the largest one to have accepted non-Taung to be housed there, the Mandalore slowly but surely working towards getting them onto Mandalore without riots and unneccesary deaths. This particular base was home to over five thousand sentients from all walks of life, all of them united under the banner of Vincent A'den.
The past few months were especially trying for the tall Near Human hybrid. He'd been bouncing around knocking out clan leaders to prove his worth and ended up bringing Kal Solus, a former Mandalore herself, back into the fold. His recruiting efforts saw the Mandalorians nearly double in size thanks to allowing non-Taung into the fold as well. Many complained at first untill they saw how hard the others were capable of training, despite the fact that they'd never be as respected in the eyes of the Taung as they prefered. Slow and steady, Vin always said to those angered by this, slow and steady.
The Mandalorian leader wore his usual gunmetal Beskar'gam, arguably one of the most advanced suits of armor in the whole of the galaxy. The crushgaunts covered his hands, his beskad strapped to his back, a Mandalorian ripper holstered on his thigh, MK26 rifle slung across his back and a few grenades attached to his belt. To most he would appear dressed for a full-scale battle when in reality he was wearing his day-to-day kit. Today he'd invited a particular Hutt warrior to take in his beloved society. Haveti was his name, supposed to be one of the most deadly close-combat artists of war in the galaxy. Vincent had preppared a bit of a tour for the technosamurai to entice him to join.
Though, he couldn't help but wonder how effective it would be. The man was notoriously hard to impress.
The Mandalorian camp was bustling with activity in the morning sun. Weapons being moved by the crate, training excercises with the Basiliskan War Droids a few miles away, officers keeping their soldiers in shape through PT. The war camp on Concord Dawn was the largest one to have accepted non-Taung to be housed there, the Mandalore slowly but surely working towards getting them onto Mandalore without riots and unneccesary deaths. This particular base was home to over five thousand sentients from all walks of life, all of them united under the banner of Vincent A'den.
The past few months were especially trying for the tall Near Human hybrid. He'd been bouncing around knocking out clan leaders to prove his worth and ended up bringing Kal Solus, a former Mandalore herself, back into the fold. His recruiting efforts saw the Mandalorians nearly double in size thanks to allowing non-Taung into the fold as well. Many complained at first untill they saw how hard the others were capable of training, despite the fact that they'd never be as respected in the eyes of the Taung as they prefered. Slow and steady, Vin always said to those angered by this, slow and steady.
The Mandalorian leader wore his usual gunmetal Beskar'gam, arguably one of the most advanced suits of armor in the whole of the galaxy. The crushgaunts covered his hands, his beskad strapped to his back, a Mandalorian ripper holstered on his thigh, MK26 rifle slung across his back and a few grenades attached to his belt. To most he would appear dressed for a full-scale battle when in reality he was wearing his day-to-day kit. Today he'd invited a particular Hutt warrior to take in his beloved society. Haveti was his name, supposed to be one of the most deadly close-combat artists of war in the galaxy. Vincent had preppared a bit of a tour for the technosamurai to entice him to join.
Though, he couldn't help but wonder how effective it would be. The man was notoriously hard to impress.