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The sun hung low in the skies of Sundari, casting a golden light over the city. The gleaming durasteel and transparisteel towers that made up downtown Sundari caught the light, shining like golden pillars rising directly from the ground. The crowd that had gathered was in the central plaza of Sundari, a long stretching flat area that was partially brick, partially greenery. The plaza was situated directly infront of the Sundari Capital Building. The building towered above like a saddened giant, looking fondly upon the last rite of its one time ruler. The city had turned out in droves, masses of beings here to bid their one-time leader farewell. The funeral itself consisted of a large flammable pyre, which atop it would sit the fallen Mandalorian. The crowd parted somewhat, as a guard of Mandalorian Commandos carried the body on a stretcher to the waiting pyre. He had been stripped of his armor, and was wearing a simple black tunic and trousers now. An attempt may have been made to cover his injuries that the warrior had sustained by Talia prior to his death, but that would not have been loyal to the man's legacy. Instead his split lips, black eyes, and multiple lacerations to his arms and face were clearly visible in all of their gruesome truth.
During the normal funeral of a head of state a stage may sit behind the pyre, from which the head of state could be eulogized, and words could be spoken. Instead people were packed as tightly around the pyre as they could be, and those who wished to speak up could do so around the fire - the Prime Minister included.
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