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The small company of brothers in arms that formed the Netra Gaan stood in a semicircle around the perimeter. They wore no heavy armor, just scraps of camouflage clothing with light armor plates fitted over. Paint dripped slowly down their faces in streaks, smearing their camouflage stripes, fearsome in the light under the dense foliage of the jungle. Sweat mixed with moisture from the air dripped from their still fingertips as they waited. All was silent, even the birds. The eerie glow of the surrounding area cast the most fearsome of them all into a terrifying look.
He stood with his back to the approaching group of men called to the secret meeting. Armor adorned with numerous trophies, all of which were set in the open. For all to see. For all to fear. He wore a helmet, unlike the others. It was made of wood, ceremonial yet warlike. Shaped in the typical Mandalorian fashion, but with the front of it elongated to form two jutting spikes, almost like tusks coming from his jaw.
Elias listened. He had awoken just the day before, and called this meeting. War was coming. He could feel it through his bones to the core of his soul. His muscles shook with ecstasy at the thought in his warlike mind frame he had forced himself into while adorning his armor. Eyes closed and arms held out to the side he waited.
Over forty warriors were on their way. Answering the call of the leader of the Netra Gaan.
He would speak to them.
He opened his eyes as the first group of men trickled into the half light. Some armored, not sure why they were there, and others wearing only a few plates of their beskar'gam.
They wanted answers. He saw it in there eyes just as they saw the fearless preparation in his.
He stood with his back to the approaching group of men called to the secret meeting. Armor adorned with numerous trophies, all of which were set in the open. For all to see. For all to fear. He wore a helmet, unlike the others. It was made of wood, ceremonial yet warlike. Shaped in the typical Mandalorian fashion, but with the front of it elongated to form two jutting spikes, almost like tusks coming from his jaw.
Elias listened. He had awoken just the day before, and called this meeting. War was coming. He could feel it through his bones to the core of his soul. His muscles shook with ecstasy at the thought in his warlike mind frame he had forced himself into while adorning his armor. Eyes closed and arms held out to the side he waited.
Over forty warriors were on their way. Answering the call of the leader of the Netra Gaan.
He would speak to them.
He opened his eyes as the first group of men trickled into the half light. Some armored, not sure why they were there, and others wearing only a few plates of their beskar'gam.
They wanted answers. He saw it in there eyes just as they saw the fearless preparation in his.