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Vidha had only taken an hour or two to freshen up, shining her armor, washing her cloak, cleaning her blasters, and braiding silver hair that no one would see. The Mandalorian had hoped to perhaps speak to her sister personally, but it seemed Vidha was not Van'Aria's only admirer. Vidha...

Vidha turned her head to each Mandalorian as they spoke, nodding along with their words, noting with some amusement that Van'Aria's speech had turned into a sermon. But it was what they needed. When they were fighting amongst each other, or going on pointless crusades, it only led to increased...

Vidha grinned beneath her helmet, glad to see a Mandalorian she recognized as Hauron step up and defend Van'Aria. She felt Van'Aria's words deep in her soul. She was declaring a sentiment common to most Mandalorians since their earliest warriors. Vidha was once more reminded why she was a...

It had been a long, long time. Vidha walked into the Citadel, her face displaying her inner turmoil; but her helmet hid it, so the only person privy to such emotions was Vidha herself. She had recieved Van'Aria's message with surprise, but had returned to the Citadel nonetheless. It had been...

Vidha straightened when Genova walked towards the cabin. She listened carefully and heard a grunt of pain from inside, but then she heard the voice of a little girl. "What the-" she muttered starting to take a step forward. She turned back to Song, who was still in the snow. She extended a hand...

Vidha nodded at Arthos and then turned to Jado, beckoning him to follow her to the control panels. She set her blaster down and pressed the buttons, logging into the different feeds of the ship. All of the halls and rooms were full of slavers' dead bodies. Vidha was pleased. About time they got...

Vidha nodded at Arthos' orders. She beat her vambrace on her chest plate once, and then gestured for other Mandalorian warriors to follow her. She walked back towards the right where she had climbed the ladder, and directed a few vod up there. She had a blaster in each hand and more blasters at...

Vidha no longer knew how many slaves she had freed; each cell or group she came across she armed and set them loose. The slavers would certainly get a taste of their own medicine. She made it to the bridge, glad to see that it was under control of the Mandalorians. Now they just needed to keep...

Vidha felt a surge of pride when Arthos patted her on the shoulder. She would not disappoint him, or any other Mandalorian. She followed him off the transport as they made their way closer to the duracrete gatehouse. It was certainly well-armed. Vidha was not particularly surprised when it...

Vidha stood once more and nodded at Genova and Song. The hassle hadn't lasted more than thirty seconds. The turrets were in smoking remains and Vidha smiled. She followed the other two women, and stopped when they reached the cabin. Vidha was also surprised. She slowly took in their...

Vidha nodded along with what Arthos was saying. Politics were certainly complicated, but she could see how this could create trouble, even if everything went right. "Sounds good to me," she replied, blasters in hand. She figured, however, that the Imperial's philosophy of acting only if the...

Vidha was collecting slaves as she ran. Most were being herded by slavers who trying to flee. Stupid notion, really. Vidha showed no mercy. Once she had put weapons in the hands of the slaves, they were suddenly back in control. She was not alone. The former slaves marched behind her and they...

Vidha had barely been on the ground surrounding the lift before said lift rocketed up and three droids exited. She grumbled to herself and looked up. She found a camera and fired one of her blasters at it, before finding the other camera and shooting that one down too. Her position having been...

Vidha marched towards the slavers opening fire on them by way of announcing her presence. There were shouts of surprise at the lone Mandalorian that was marching toward them like some sort of ominous omen. Ominous, indeed. Her aim was impeccable as she shot smoking holes in the Zyggerian slavers...

It was a trap. Of course it was; the tracks were too simple and obvious. Vidha should have noticed. She heard the whirring of metal right as mechanical turrets rose from the snow covered bushes to open fire. She cursed colorfully and ducked, one of the bullets bouncing off the top of her helmet...

Vidha could not help but notice a little bit of self-righteousness come off of her sister as she deigned to give the final order. It seemed Arthos noticed it as well, and couldn't help but smirk to herself. She had told Aria about it on multiple occasions (in a more teasing tone, obviously)...

As long as the job got done, Vidha wouldn't complain. Now would not be the time to doubt her actions, let alone Arthos'. She nodded, showing her consent, and eyed the Sith, hoping he understood the 'no killing civilians' order. She wondered if he would find it hard to take orders from a...

Vidha stood in the passenger bay with Arthos. She eyed the Sith warily, glad her helmet was on. She didn't trust anyone who could use something she couldn't see. Arthos must trust him if he wasn't wearing his helmet, but then again, he rarely wore it unless it was in battle. If she remembered...

Vidha liked this girl's energy. Most of her fellow vods were all so tough and serious, with a no-nonsense attitude. She listened to her suggestions and her smile grew, hidden behind her helmet. She turned her helmet slightly to Kotii as they walked towards the cargo hold. "I'm sure camouflage is...

For once in her life, Vidha had arrived early. She stood in the back behind her sister, watching the others as they came in. She knew Arthos Van'Aria already, but the new guy, Jado she thought his name was, she didn't know. He arrived right before Arthos. Vidha tapped her foot anxiously, her...