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Internal Affair
Far from the heated debate floors of the Republic Senate, the
planet Mandalore has stood for many years as a beacon of
strength and honor on the galactic border, even going so far as
to serve as a founding world for the forces of the Border Alliance.
However, despite its strength, the traditional clans of Mandalore
constantly grasp for power over one another in an eternal conflict,
leading to wars and worse, and only kept in check by the watchful eyes
of the brave Mandalorian Protectors; constables and judges alike,
dedicated to routing out wrongdoings of both political and criminal nature,
these honorable officers at times serve as the only thing maintaining the
fragile peace that has lasted since the last invasion of the Sith.
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Now, recent discoveries have revealed to the Mandalorian Protectors that
a criminal organization is hiding in plain sight somewhere within the
Mandalorian capital of Sundari. Known as the Ge'tal Syndicate, these criminals
have been found smuggling illegal animals of all kinds from somewhere within
Mandalorian Space. To prevent any infighting should a Mandalorian clan be at fault,
the great Houses Kryze and Vizsla have ordered that the Protectors
assemble a Task Force alongside representatives from other worlds who
have been affected by the efforts of the Ge'tal Syndicate to investigate these crimes.
Under the orders of the Protector-Captain Vos Tennu, the members of
this task force have been summoned to Spire Vizsla, the seat of House Vizsla and
home to the Protector's Hall within the city of Sundari. It will be up to them
to route out the criminals hiding on Mandalore, and put a stop to their illegal activities.
Sundari. The gleaming desert jewel of Mandalore, serving as both her capital and a testament to the tenacity of the Mandalorian people. From beneath her protective bio-dome within Mandalore's desert regions, the will of Mand'alor, backed by the greater Mandalorian Houses and the Clans they are composed of, extends to cover all of Mandalorian Space. Its delicate, crystalline structures glisten in the sunlight filtering through the outer dome, their geometric shapes scattering the light in stunning arrays and designs. Between her jutting spires and beneath her soaring archways, thousands of Sundari's people glide on airspeeders and hovertaxis as they go about their business, all the while, her hangar doors open and close to allow space traffic entrance to the city. Far from the heated debate floors of the Republic Senate, the
planet Mandalore has stood for many years as a beacon of
strength and honor on the galactic border, even going so far as
to serve as a founding world for the forces of the Border Alliance.
However, despite its strength, the traditional clans of Mandalore
constantly grasp for power over one another in an eternal conflict,
leading to wars and worse, and only kept in check by the watchful eyes
of the brave Mandalorian Protectors; constables and judges alike,
dedicated to routing out wrongdoings of both political and criminal nature,
these honorable officers at times serve as the only thing maintaining the
fragile peace that has lasted since the last invasion of the Sith.
-------------------------------------------------
Now, recent discoveries have revealed to the Mandalorian Protectors that
a criminal organization is hiding in plain sight somewhere within the
Mandalorian capital of Sundari. Known as the Ge'tal Syndicate, these criminals
have been found smuggling illegal animals of all kinds from somewhere within
Mandalorian Space. To prevent any infighting should a Mandalorian clan be at fault,
the great Houses Kryze and Vizsla have ordered that the Protectors
assemble a Task Force alongside representatives from other worlds who
have been affected by the efforts of the Ge'tal Syndicate to investigate these crimes.
Under the orders of the Protector-Captain Vos Tennu, the members of
this task force have been summoned to Spire Vizsla, the seat of House Vizsla and
home to the Protector's Hall within the city of Sundari. It will be up to them
to route out the criminals hiding on Mandalore, and put a stop to their illegal activities.
Rymann stood on the balcony outside of the reception area of the Protector's Hall, leaning against the railing as he looked out over the city of Sundari. His Border Alliance uniform was freshly pressed, the stark orange and black contrasting nicely with the red-brown sash tied off at his waist that marked him as a veteran Journeyman Protector. The tails of the sash swayed in the light breeze left by passing airspeeders, and every once in a while, the gleaming, silver cylinder dangling along the sash's tails would clank against the clear plasteel of the overlook. The air was crisp and fresh with the smell of nature despite the racing speeder-lanes, courtesy of the bio-dome's scrubbers and the green-gardens atop nearly every building below him, and he enjoyed the feel of the wind as it passed over his tattooed face.
Rymann's gaze was fixed upon the soaring pillar that was the Sundari Royal Palace, home of the Mand'alor, from where it rose to the bio-dome's distant ceiling. The Mandalorian House spires surrounded it, just as their representatives did in the Mand'alor's presence; Spire Kryze was blocked from view, but Spire Fett and Spire Genet each jutted up alongside the palace, the symbols of their former masters hanging from their sides as monuments to the fallen, or marks of shame as the case may be, of the last Sith War.
Though the symbols of his peoples' leaders filled him with pride, Rymann was troubled. Gingerly, he touched the symbol on his shoulder; the three peaks of House Vizsla were stitched into the uniform, marking him as one of their number. In truth, he hated the fact that he'd needed to hide his identity on Mandalore; somewhere in Sundari, perhaps in the very Spire Vizsla in which the Protector's Hall was housed, his coward of a father enjoyed the undeserved life of a Mandalorian noble. The very thought of his father sickened Rymann, and his grasp on the railing tightened instinctively in anger as he remembered the night his mother had told him the story of his parentage. The man was unworthy of his title, unworthy of the blood in his veins, and in every other sense of the word...
Frustrated, Rymann turned to lean back against the railing, turning his thoughts back to the reason he'd been called to the Protector's Hall. Protector-Captain Tennu, a seasoned veteran of the Journeyman Protectors and also the last Sith War, had had the order passed to him within a week of his return from the Border Alliance mission on Abhean. A smuggling ring, known as the Ge'tal Syndicate, had been uncovered somewhere within the city, and he had been called to investigate as part of a joint task force with several other representatives of the Border Alliance; their crimes were suspected of being the smuggling of illegal gladiator beasts from the dangerous worlds on the Outer Rim. Cave Spiders from Ord Cestus, Mandalorian Wolves, Vornskr from Myrkr, and other deadly creatures had been traced by Republic authorities back to Mandalorian Space, at which point, the Mandalorian Houses had claimed the issue was an internal affair.
Rymann watched as a pair of Protectors came in through the reception room door, dragging a screaming man by the arms between them. The man cursed and spat in Mando'a, claiming innocence in one sentence before swearing vengeance the next. Rymann spat, returning to his thoughts after checking the clock to make sure he was still on time for the briefing of the Protector-Captain.
The true reason wasn't to find the criminal, but it was to protect Mandalore's reputation; despite its appearance as a strong and stable power on the Outer Rim, standing staunch against the darkness of potential Sith invasion, its people were as divided as ever. The lesser Clans and Houses constantly warred with one another, politically and physically, for prestige. Were the Senate's investigators to find even one of the minor Clans as having involvement, the Mand'alor's authority and Mandalore's voice in the Senate would both be called into question, and provide political ammunition against their people.
To avoid arousing further suspicion against the already somewhat-secretive people of Mandalore, Houses Vizsla and Kryze had allowed for the joint task force to be formed in the effort of promoting transparency. However, Rymann's orders had explicitly stated that while the criminals were to be apprehended on the authority of the Republic, his first loyalty was the protection of Mandalore and its people; any sign of involvement by a Mandalorian House or Clan was to be handed off to the Protectors for punishment and further investigation.
"Phwoar," he cursed under his breath, turning back to look out over the city. He couldn't see the Border Alliance base from this view of the Spire, but he wondered what Nateri and the other Protectors that had been recruited to Mandalore's Border Alliance garrison alongside him had done while he had been away; after this mission, Rymann promised himself that he'd go back to see them over a chilled Mandalorian Ale. All of the intrigue and politics of working with Defiant had been more draining than any long day in the fields back on Concord Dawn, and some rest and relaxation would do him some good.
For now, Rymann waited patiently for the others to arrive, his gaze naturally returning to gaze at the Royal Palace once more as he stood alone with his thoughts.
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