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The Grand Walkway
~Mandalore~
@EmilyHuene ; @Kori Buor
~Mandalore~
@EmilyHuene ; @Kori Buor
The Mandalorian Dominion had come a long way. In five years the Republic had fallen, the Sith had taken over most of the known verse, and the Jedi were on the run. What was left of this little corner of the galaxy was Mandalore's great presence. And no one was a bigger fan of their work than Evelyn Tenebris. She had come to Mandalore just before the Fall with a simple business proposal. She had recently been offered the position of the Grand Army of Zakuul who were also trying to find their place in the verse. Evelyn was tasked with supplying them guns, armor, ships; anything a growing army needs. To do this she contacted a Mandalorian by the name of Ral Vizla to be her supplier. Evelyn had met a few Mando's in her time and had always held a respectful friendship with them. Her grandfather whom she never knew also used to work with them and sell them weapons of his own design. But that was nearly a century ago.
What Evelyn found on Mandalore was not what she expected. Using her charm she swayed Ral to give her a rather generous discount for her ammunitions. All he asked for in return was a promise that he would be their permanent supplier in the future of their business relationships..and a dinner date with the lovely woman that she was. Flattered, she agreed to allow him to court her and by the end of their little weekend the two had found neither wished to leave one another. But Evelyn's job was needed elsewhere, as was Ral's. The two would see each other on and off for many months until they agreed to become an item. For the next four and half years they saw each other as often as they could possibly spare the time. Evelyn had fallen in love with her Mandalorian champion and loved hearing stories of his politics. She began to lose interest in her own work back on Zakuul, secretly wishing she could leave. But she never told Ral of this, nor her peers back home. It was a burden of pride for the Tenebris child.
Today would mark the five year anniversary since their first date. Evelyn was waiting by one of the many benches on the grand walkway overlooking the city. She loved this spot. It was one of the few places on Mandalore that had life growing, compared to all the technological advances the people were so accustomed to. She was wearing one of her favorite shirts: a striped long sleeve top that matched her short black skirt. Her long black hair was kept down today and blew in the wind as it passed by. Over her shoulder she wore a simple purse with a long thing strap. Inside, a dangerously sharp knife. A girl could never be too careful....
What Evelyn found on Mandalore was not what she expected. Using her charm she swayed Ral to give her a rather generous discount for her ammunitions. All he asked for in return was a promise that he would be their permanent supplier in the future of their business relationships..and a dinner date with the lovely woman that she was. Flattered, she agreed to allow him to court her and by the end of their little weekend the two had found neither wished to leave one another. But Evelyn's job was needed elsewhere, as was Ral's. The two would see each other on and off for many months until they agreed to become an item. For the next four and half years they saw each other as often as they could possibly spare the time. Evelyn had fallen in love with her Mandalorian champion and loved hearing stories of his politics. She began to lose interest in her own work back on Zakuul, secretly wishing she could leave. But she never told Ral of this, nor her peers back home. It was a burden of pride for the Tenebris child.
Today would mark the five year anniversary since their first date. Evelyn was waiting by one of the many benches on the grand walkway overlooking the city. She loved this spot. It was one of the few places on Mandalore that had life growing, compared to all the technological advances the people were so accustomed to. She was wearing one of her favorite shirts: a striped long sleeve top that matched her short black skirt. Her long black hair was kept down today and blew in the wind as it passed by. Over her shoulder she wore a simple purse with a long thing strap. Inside, a dangerously sharp knife. A girl could never be too careful....
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