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The armorer didn't waste any time. It was time to build more connections with more of her people; she knew the little Crowholde, but was a stranger to Hokaan. Striding behind the two, she stealthed behind Reiel, before slinging an arm over the other woman's shoulder, her voice a light...

She had expected him to accept, but not this excitedly. Surely, it was entirely out of order, but she knew already once others that followed the Way would hear, she would be exiled. The dream she had, of ascending the Mandalorian hierarchy, was just that, a dream. The Kelborn clan would survive...

She knew some of the pieces of what had happened. Some, from Kotii's perspective, others, from what she had heard secondhand. Still, hearing it did not make this decision any easier; instead, she merely stared at him, and when he apologized, the words seemed to fall without recognition. Indeed...

I have to do the right thing. Even if it hurts. Even if it breaks us. Taking a deep breath, she sat, then looked up at him. So different without the iron skin she first shed with him; though the man beneath hadn't changed, everything else had. Setting her hand down, the objects she held in her...

Kelborn. You looked around long enough, and you could see the signs of her clan everywhere. In signs, on tattoos on exposed skin, even their colors, their patterns that still echoed of an ancestor of hers so far removed, that its' echoes persisting as Burkhart Kelborn was incredible. For a...

She had been pondering a very long time by the time Kotii appeared. At first, the woman didn't react, merely continued staring at the slowly-fading lights of the forge, until her nickname was spoken, causing a pang in her heart. Why are the best things the hardest to do? Why can I not quit...

The fires of the forge had dimmed to almost nothing. The hammer had been placed in its' rightful place, as well as the tongs. The quenching well was cold, and the air didn't feel like fire on her skin. A week after the events on the gathering on Mandalore, she had been sitting, just watching the...

When Arthos pointed the blaster in her direction, for a few tense moments, she merely stared him down. Her hand itched to grab for her own blaster, but she didn't move. Instead, she released her hands, and spread out her arms a little, watching as he lowered his weapon... but didn't holster...

Throughout the entirety of this ordeal, Mysha had kept silent. However, rage simmered and burned in her veins, both at their words, this situation. True, when she first realized Kotii was in fact, alive, and had turned his back on their people, she had brawled with him, intent to make him hurt...

The other Mandalorian was really good at spinning pretty speeches. Mysha knew she wasn't one much for words--anyone who had actually talked to her could attest-- but kad, this woman made her feel like a mute. At the mention of others being jealous, Mysha merely shrugged, sipping down more of...

Mysha carefully observed Van'Aria as the woman seemed to stir, to tense, and for a moment she wasn't sure if this abrupt reaction was because of her, however she didn't even flinch, even when the protested crack of wood gave way under the Rally Master's hand. She gave another nod, giving a brief...

She hadn't expected Van'Aria to speak to her. When the woman's words were first directed at her, Mysha tilted her own helm towards the taller woman's way, merely listening against the backdrop of the dirty wrestling match before them. A woman of few words, she wasn't as good with pretty phrases...

Mysha, it seemed, missed the best part of the party. Having come in silently ahead of some of her Kelborn brethren, she watched as Rook and Veren tangled on the ground, arms crossed beneath her bust. Though she was still clad in the grey beskar'gam of her father's vintage, her pouldrons seemed...

Watching Kotii, and others like him, stepping up, made her heart swell with pride. She had stood by Kotii's side, the silent Armorer, when he was declared fallen. When others would have considered him dead, she kept the faith that he was alive, and did her best to make sure Hauron was raised...

Mysha followed Kotii, silent in her grey beskar. A loyal Shadow, following the one they loved. Though she found it unwise to come back here... she would remain by his side, silent as others spoke. She would stand by his side, but tensed when mention of him taking off his helmet was spoken, a...

Truthfully, she was relieved that none of them wanted a public forum. But it would plant an idea, and in return, that idea would allow smaller ideas to grow. Already, not coming as conquerors could be an interesting take on things. They so easily could. None of these representatives had no idea...

Grateful that, at least for now, the mob had eased, the Armorer gave a brief nod to Song in appreciation, and then to Rand as well. Truth be told, she could allow Kelborn to bring their ships down, more would perhaps incite the people to violence once again. "Why would we come, without heavy...

She had begun escorting the delegates. Boos and snarls of rage were flung at her, but she had to stand tall. Still, when the shots rang out, she heard fearful cries as civilians scattered away temporarily. And she began to see red. She had been patient, but the armorer was not like her father...

She could bear the questions patiently. Truth be told, most aruetii seemed disconcerted about this kind of life, if not outwardly puzzled. Her lips twitched at the notion of showering in her beskar'gam, but she allowed the woman her questions. "No, we don't wear them in the shower. We wear them...

She wasn't surprised that the crowd would turn violent. Considering how some of her brothers and sisters had acted in the past, it wouldn't be entirely unfair for these delegates to react as they had been. But to be so brainless as to bring them to a public marketplace first, dragging them...