Solus Camp, Lothal
OOC: Open to all Mandalorians.
The Mandalorian people had been dying a slow death for many a day, their numbers a fraction of what they once were, their armies scattered, their fleets long since lost. Scattered, weakened, and sometimes forgotten, they had fallen far from the...
Unnamed Lookout, Pzob
She could feel her armor systems straining under the strain of the extreme weather, it had been in her family for generations and while some of the electronics had been updated not too long ago, the rest were showing their age. Her scanners weren't working as well as she...
Appropriately shady cantina, Lower levels, Coruscant
"Pieslice," she muttered over her comms as she made her way towards the bar, her voice modulator and sound dampener set to a private setting so that her words were sealed within her helmet, "who names their child Pieslice?"
"It's a slicer...