This is the Way
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The wind wailed across the glassed surface of Mandalore, creating a sorrowful shriek that emulated the death of their people centuries prior. The Mandalorian people had tried to rebuild their homeworld, several times in the past, yet nothing had ever come of it. Infighting, rigid traditionalism, and centuries of being puppets to force users had lead to their people to becoming nearly extinct. The emptiness of this planet, the blown out buildings was an embodiment of their state of affairs -- gone, destroyed, forgotten. Yet, their were still some who remembered their roots and held to the belief of what they could be. Rynn had never felt a direct tie to Mandalore as a child, his people for the longest time had been treated as outsiders and apostates by many of the tribes decades prior. It was a time when Mandalorians could cling to false ideas of greatness and bloodlines, those times had proven themselves to be fallacies. Rynn and the Cardooine covert were Mandalorians that walked the true path, the way of the Mandalore, and had found redemption through the living waters beneath the planet's surface. No one could deny this fact, not even those that clung to the history of their once great houses.
Rynn's jaw shifted beneath his helmet as he contemplated the thought with his gaze fixated upon the sea of nothingness. All of the Mandalorians from Cardooine were present beside their leader, their cloth banners flown through the air in the old traditional style. Vizla, Sharratt, Saxon, Kryze-Drast, Deshra, Bralor, and lastly the great-bat sigil of Itera flew their colors with pride. These were his people, a coalition that had come together after their exile during the clone wars. Their armors reflected their lineage, dawned in greys, blacks, reds, and dark blues. It was not uncommon to see sigils of old death watch along their armor, yet they did not claim death watch. We are reclaimers, that is our legacy.
"It's been a while, Aria." The Mandalorian shifted his weight away from the vast landscape to turn and see the woman clad in red armor. "You look well." Their was a hint of familiarity to those words as his lips pursed beneath his helmet.
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