Raz Solus
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- Joined
- Dec 15, 2018
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Second Moon of Concord Dawn
Despite the Solus village here having been wiped out by Sith, she often came back here to pay respects to the dead. It was nothing more than a graveyard now, but there was an encampment nearby that housed the sentries that kept a lookout for any Sith attacks. It was critical that they didn’t lose the second moon of Concord Dawn entirely, as it was what Solus called home.
Raz was crouched in front of some unmarked graves, brushing her hand over the sands and scooping them up. The wind carried the grains to the side, as fickle and fleeting as the lives that were so carelessly lost. She knew they were proud though, proud of how far they had come along. Solus had reminded the galaxy of what it meant to be Mandalorian. Her father would be proud, and he was here to see it. Her mother was with the gods, but she knew she could hold her head up high. Raz smiled at the thought, finally rising to stand.
She was wearing her armor, but she had her helmet under her arm. She gazed out over the horizon, watching the sun beginning to set and paint the skies a mural of colors. There was a lot on her mind today, a lot of things weighing heavily on her. She thought of her House, the name that started as a Clan that was forgotten. It was now the most coveted House to belong to, and it had the allegiance and following of many clans and its people. She had built it from the ground up, and she had done it with the help of all those that she could always count on.
However, Raz knew her limitations. She had taken up the mantle of Mand’alor before she knew exactly how much work it was. She had called Diocletian here to meet with her privately, not wanting any distractions. Raz made her way back towards a large tent that was set up just for her. There were others in the area, but most of them were hanging out around fires or joking around.
She couldn’t deny that this all weighed heavily on her mind. It was an emotional time for her, and she couldn’t keep that off her face no matter how much she tried. She began to pace back and forth, a trait that those that knew her well had come to recognize right away. She was nervous.
@Critas