While Lothal proceeded adequately, it was time for Clan Solus to return home to reorganize. The Badgers would have gladly forged on with the other houses but they had to discover their footing before they stepped onward with the rest. With the events that had transpired on Mandalore, they had lost their Alor and a majority of their assets in one move. It was a devastating blow, one that each likely Solus felt heavily as it brought a weight of shame placed on their clan, especially that one of their own led the traitors. A new Alor to lead them through these times would have to be selected today.
If that wasn't enough, that day on Mandalore was also the genesis of the Mandalorians aligning with the Sith. The transition was taken the roughest by Clan Solus, their hate for sorcerers, specifically the Sith, and their powers palpable within the walls of their home. Their history was vast, as was the death and pain caused to each other. Nox could just imagine their ancestors, Raz and Leandros, twisting and writhing in their resting place at the fact their clan would be accepting of this. But, as that thought came to his mind, so did Shale's words as a reminder that this was the first time, in centuries, that the clans have been united under one banner, one goal. It was an achievement too great to be ignored, even with its price.
Nox entered into the main hall of the Citadel, a lot plaguing his mind as the sound of his steps echoed through the vast room. It was empty for now but it would soon hold dozens of Solus members. A call had been put out to all of the clan by him, a general message that they would hold council in order to elect a new Alor. Not only was the leader being decided but also the future of the clan and the plan of action to take. They had to replace what they lost and return honor to the Badgers tenfold for what happened. Solus would only allow so many blows before they bared their claws and teeth.
As he approached the holotable in the center of the room, his gaze couldn’t help but drift to the empty chair at the head of the hall, the seat for their Alor. It was a saddening sight to behold but would be rectified soon. At the table, Nox placed both his hands upon the cold surface as he waited, clan members filing shortly after either by themselves or in pairs. The Solus gave a nod to each one that came in. He had no idea what would happen but once they left the Citadel it would be in lock-step with each other.
@Wit @Mr. Teatime @Arcangel @Logan @Painus
(Open to any loyal Solus.)
If that wasn't enough, that day on Mandalore was also the genesis of the Mandalorians aligning with the Sith. The transition was taken the roughest by Clan Solus, their hate for sorcerers, specifically the Sith, and their powers palpable within the walls of their home. Their history was vast, as was the death and pain caused to each other. Nox could just imagine their ancestors, Raz and Leandros, twisting and writhing in their resting place at the fact their clan would be accepting of this. But, as that thought came to his mind, so did Shale's words as a reminder that this was the first time, in centuries, that the clans have been united under one banner, one goal. It was an achievement too great to be ignored, even with its price.
Nox entered into the main hall of the Citadel, a lot plaguing his mind as the sound of his steps echoed through the vast room. It was empty for now but it would soon hold dozens of Solus members. A call had been put out to all of the clan by him, a general message that they would hold council in order to elect a new Alor. Not only was the leader being decided but also the future of the clan and the plan of action to take. They had to replace what they lost and return honor to the Badgers tenfold for what happened. Solus would only allow so many blows before they bared their claws and teeth.
As he approached the holotable in the center of the room, his gaze couldn’t help but drift to the empty chair at the head of the hall, the seat for their Alor. It was a saddening sight to behold but would be rectified soon. At the table, Nox placed both his hands upon the cold surface as he waited, clan members filing shortly after either by themselves or in pairs. The Solus gave a nod to each one that came in. He had no idea what would happen but once they left the Citadel it would be in lock-step with each other.
@Wit @Mr. Teatime @Arcangel @Logan @Painus
(Open to any loyal Solus.)
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