The Gathering of the Clans:
You looked at the several hundred members of the Mandalorian clans, all gathered together, in this dark damp mine. It used to be a Death Watch base, back when Satine still ruled, and when Mandalorians could still consider themselves free from the Influence of the Republic, or the Empire.
You were making a statement here, choosing this place, at this time. Even on the moon, close to Mandalore itself, was a statement. They had no control over the planet that was entirely their holy site. The Holiest place of all Mandalorians, under the control of the Empire.
Fen Rau was the only one who was seemingly uneasy at your appearance here, despite his coolness, hidden behind his mask. And he was the only one who was trying to speak to you before this meeting began.
"Has the Emperor decided that we Mandalorians outlived our usefulness" His question was biting and personal. "Or is this something more hopeful?"
You frowned, he clearly did not understand who you were. "I have always tried my best to have the Emperor's Confidence, and have always prided myself on making the decisions that were necessary for continued Peace and Prosperity. And protection of the people. Regardless of how it may seem."
Fen Rau was taken aback by the answer and was stunned by your confidence in it. "Even with my people? It's history?"
"What people fail to realize in the truth of the Galaxy, about me… is that no one really seems to understand cultures like this. How much you are driven by notions that any modern society would scoff at, or even claim is backward, or barbaric." You frowned at the man, and he removed his helmet, staring you in the eyes as you glared at him. "But the truth is, your culture, your people lack purpose."
"Purpose? My people are warriors." Rau seemed angered."We have a purpose!"
"Yet in the thousand years of peace, your people's holiest planet was destroyed by yourselves. Hundreds of worlds and millions, nay billions of Mandalorians are dead. You fought against each other in civil wars and ideological clashes that are in some cases, more destructive for your people than any war of conquest your people have partaken in the past when you served the sith." You stepped away from the Protector, as his entourage appeared, walking towards the meeting place. "Your people focus on something that is impossible."
You then turned around. "Your people, perhaps, in my humble opinion, lack Balance. You always have."
"Now is the time to realize, what you are. Warriors? Or slaves?"
Fen Rau, the leader of the Mandalorian Protectors... was left speechless.
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Bo Katan was unimpressed by many of the speakers, as you walked next to her, and her Night Owls, trying your best to speak without causing an interruption. "This is pointless."
"Three hundred clans gathered together for a meeting, in peace, without a Mandalore?" You questioned as you walked next to her. "Quite an achievement I'd say."
"It is only because you, the outsiders are keeping the peace." She shot back, her gaze as strong and hard as the Beskar she wore. "We quibble over these ministries when we should be seeking to crown another Mandalore."
You raise an eyebrow and felt a need to speak, even if it was out of turn. "Without the Previous Mandalores Armor? Without the Dark Saber?"
Her eyes widened and dilated at the mention of both items. "There is always time to gather the items we need to crown one."
"Especially when the one who is the strongest is you? I heard a rumor that fifty clans are willing to crown you just to prevent their enemies from uniting against them, even at the risk of Gar Saxon excommunicating them, and barring them from Mandalore." You stated.
"Gar Saxon is a pretender, who sits on my throne because your Empire allows him to and because he is useful to them. Nothing more."
Your smirk was almost a smile at that. "Ahh, the truth comes out… You just want to take what is rightfully yours."
She frowned at that. "And what if it is? We Mandalorians have-"
"Always been slaves to the sith. To the Jedi, to your honor. To always wishing for war!" You replied. "Ask yourself this then? If you aren't… would you have been victorious against Revan and the Jedi on that fateful day at Malachor V? Or would there only be the end of the Mandalorians… to easily slain, by Jedi, by the Republic, by the Sith."
"By the Empire." Your words were ringing, and the Night Owls reached for their blasters.
"No." She whispered. And you walked away.
Everything you said was true. in your mind... and hers.
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Countess Ursa Wren was sitting alone, away from her husband and her fellow clan members, looking at the stars. "May I join you?" You asked as you walked over to her.
She motioned, and you sat down next to her, looking up into the night sky. "What do you want?" She asked.
"I saw young Cadet Wren at the academy. Excellent marks, though I did not have the chance to meet her personally." You said. "You should be proud of her."
"I want to be, yet settling on her life serving the Empire, and not her clan… it fills my heart with great worry. Worry that she made a mistake, and she might not realize it yet." She stated. "I keep on wishing that, if she does wish to leave, she will come home."
"That depends on what she wants." You replied. "If she believes her home is worth coming back to."
"I filled her head with so many stories about the Galaxy, and about our people. It makes me think that she will decide for herself what she wishes to do. And it will be great?" She paused. "You are not here to talk about my young daughter, are you?"
"I'm not." You replied with a frown. "I will be speaking to your people, and I will tell them the truth. They may not accept that, and I can only hope that someone will."
She frowned. "I have an inkling of a feeling that I know exactly what you are going to say to them." She paused. "They want to crown a new Mandalore, without the relics that make one. And even if we forgo them, they just want war. Freedom… misguided as they see it. A chance to be what we always are."
"You're people will fight a war, rather than accept that they need to change." You replied. "They need to find the right reasons to fight. And the right reasons to not."
"If you believe you can change the nature of my people with a speech, your as naive as the Jedi. They could only make us listen with a lightsaber."
"I'm not asking your people to change your ways. Merely your outlook." You stated.
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Thrawn stood by you. "You are going to get us killed."
"Wouldn't be the first time." You quipped as you finally said the words that would shut everyone up.
You looked out at the Clans and only narrowed your eyes, furrowed your brow, and say. "Your people have learned nothing in the last three thousand years then."
That got their attention. And made them ready for their weapons.
Good.
"Now that I have your attention. I need you to listen."
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AN: Enjoy.
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