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Xordan, the Alor of Clan Vau. Tradition was in his blood, as was loyalty. In fact, loyalty was always the fiercest description of Clan Vau, so much so that they established and made up most among the ranks of the Jagyalilyr, specialized Mandalorian warriors that hunted down dar'manda for judgement or immediate execution. And Xordan wasn't just their leader, he was a Jagoya'karir without equal.
Although raised as part of both worlds, Uhtred had been given a choice as to who he would belong to. Neither of his parents nor his half-siblings held his choices against him, but Uhtred had always felt that he had disappointed his father due to it. Perhaps not that his father felt betrayed, but cast aside for his mother's people. And now, Uhtred was preparing to become a leader among his people, and from that, there'd be no going back. Not from his mother's world, nor to his father's.
"ᚢᚺᛏᚱᛖᛞ. ᚹᛖ'ᚱᛖ ᚺᛖᚱᛖ", came a familiar voice.
Uhtred still continued staring off as the ship landed and powered down, with Hurod coming to bring him back to the present.
"ᚱᛁᚷᚺᛏ, Uhtred said, sighing as he took his time getting up. "ᚱᛁᚷᚺᛏ...
As Uhtred walked to the loading ramp of the Sceadugenga, he looked up at the night sky and inhaled. He remembered tasting this air more frequently before, when he was still a boy. And now, as a man, he returns.
"Thank you for coming, sister", Uhtred said, glancing back to his companion. "Is Mandalore as you remembered it?"
@Killa Ree