Narir Solus
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- Dec 15, 2018
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Narir could only barely make out what was being said between the two War Councilors, and that only because he had been one of the first to arrive and take a place near the front. Moreover, he had known both of them for years. They had all been in this war since the beginning, and he knew their pain. The pain of loss of not only a people but a loved one.
Another Mandalorian next to him who he didn't recognize but his markings indicated he was Solus (@KinkyPrawn) asked what they were saying and the Field Marshal paused for a moment. It wasn't his place to repeat it, and he couldn't say that now was the time for such arguing. The blaming would come later. Narir already blamed himself for not being there beside Raz when she'd fallen, and he knew that coming to grips with it would take years... if he ever did.
They're mourning, he finally said after a moment. In their own ways they each were mourning loss and in the case of the War Councilors it was - unfortunately - a bit more public.
He was about to step in when it seemed to defuse... somewhat. There were cries from the crowd (some more productive than others), and the general energies seemed to be rising. There was a refusal to be defeated among all those gathered here. There was pain and sadness, but also a thirst for vengeance.
Narir moved toward Koil (@Darasuum) if he could reach him and would put his hand on the man's shoulder and squeeze, a sign of reassurance and support. The two of them had been Solus for years. They had fought side by side, and Narir considered him a friend. Narir didn't pretend to know what to say, but they had a brotherhood. Family. Clan. None of them were alone, though the pain welling in Narir's chest still wouldn't subside and the sickening need to vomit lurked at the back of his throat. He still hoped that this was all a nightmare that he would wake from soon.
He could only hope that the remaining brothers and sisters gathered in here could gather strength from one another. That they could find power in each other and repay blood for blood. They would either succeed or die trying.
That was when a voice began carrying over the crowd. It was louder and seemed to echo through the buildings. There was strength in the words and the tone. He owed those who had fallen. Leandros was right. They all owed the fallen. Narir would fight for Mandalore. His home would be protected from the Sith. They would destroy the evils of this galaxy, whatever the cost.
For Mandalore! Narir joined in the cry. He had no reservations. No concerns. No fear. The path of the Mandalorians was clear, and Narir wouldn't flinch away from his duty.
Another Mandalorian next to him who he didn't recognize but his markings indicated he was Solus (@KinkyPrawn) asked what they were saying and the Field Marshal paused for a moment. It wasn't his place to repeat it, and he couldn't say that now was the time for such arguing. The blaming would come later. Narir already blamed himself for not being there beside Raz when she'd fallen, and he knew that coming to grips with it would take years... if he ever did.
They're mourning, he finally said after a moment. In their own ways they each were mourning loss and in the case of the War Councilors it was - unfortunately - a bit more public.
He was about to step in when it seemed to defuse... somewhat. There were cries from the crowd (some more productive than others), and the general energies seemed to be rising. There was a refusal to be defeated among all those gathered here. There was pain and sadness, but also a thirst for vengeance.
Narir moved toward Koil (@Darasuum) if he could reach him and would put his hand on the man's shoulder and squeeze, a sign of reassurance and support. The two of them had been Solus for years. They had fought side by side, and Narir considered him a friend. Narir didn't pretend to know what to say, but they had a brotherhood. Family. Clan. None of them were alone, though the pain welling in Narir's chest still wouldn't subside and the sickening need to vomit lurked at the back of his throat. He still hoped that this was all a nightmare that he would wake from soon.
He could only hope that the remaining brothers and sisters gathered in here could gather strength from one another. That they could find power in each other and repay blood for blood. They would either succeed or die trying.
That was when a voice began carrying over the crowd. It was louder and seemed to echo through the buildings. There was strength in the words and the tone. He owed those who had fallen. Leandros was right. They all owed the fallen. Narir would fight for Mandalore. His home would be protected from the Sith. They would destroy the evils of this galaxy, whatever the cost.
For Mandalore! Narir joined in the cry. He had no reservations. No concerns. No fear. The path of the Mandalorians was clear, and Narir wouldn't flinch away from his duty.