((Ooc: excuse the shittiness of the post. Use your imagination, i dont have much time to go into too much depth. Also, not much time to research to translate much of the language. Again pretend hes saying manda'o))
The sky seemed to darken around the crowd with planet Mandalore. A eerie and chilly wind tore through the hillside as the shadowy silhouettes of ten figures appear only a couple of feet from the crowd of Mandalorians. The beast of Concord Dawn had arrived. With him was an entourage of his toughest and most built members of Clan Ordo's Super-commandos. All draped in tattered cloaks, war torn armor, and smelling like rotting flesh from their game of hunt they had just completed. Leading them in the fray was the 7 and a half foot monster himself: Victus, otherwise known as Darth Metus to the Sith. To the meager Mandalorians in crowd that know of him thus fear him would feel like the planet trembled with each step he took. Victus's exploits were renowned with the Mandalorian system for being the one of the most brutal, toughest, and vicious Mandalorian in the era. He was a terrifying sight.
With an arrogant grin, Metus outstretched his arms. "Well what do we have here?! Hm?! The infamous Davma trying to unite the clans?!" He bellowed with his voice. The giant human took a moment to glare at the crowd before him. "And what qualifies you to be Mand'alor? Simply calling a meeting at our capital? Such a mediocre task might impress the weak but not
the likes of Clan Ordo!" Contrary to his words, rumors of Davma's exploits have reached Victus's ears but to him they were just that: rumors. If this pretender wanted the loyalty of Victus or his clan, he would have to prove his worth. Victus would be a great ally to him or an even greater enemy. "My clan and I have spent years caching weapons and armaments on Concord Dawn for the very same reason you speak of! We
demand the mask and we will not let it fall to the hands of yet another unprepared fool!"
The cold eyes of the former Sith then fell upon the dissenter. Victus disliked the E'tad'nare with great prejudice. Not only did they seem more light than dark but would rather have the Mandalorians continue to serve scumbags who find glory through their own work. This did not sit well at all for him. To Victus, the Mandalorians needed to make the galaxy tremble once more as an unstoppable juggernaut and not by being the tools of the highest bidder. "Silence E'tad'Nare." He called. "A great crusade does not break the Six Actions." He turned to the ground with a evil smile. "To me, contributing to my clan's welfare means bringing glory and stories of how our brothers and sisters fought with great valor for the Mandalorian cause!" With that simple sentence, quite a few Mandalorians cheered loudly. He didnt trust those force user or their relentless preachings. He wondered if either Davma or himself were crowned Mand'alor how fast they would break the sixth action. Hypocrites. "You are foolish enough to be brought into the Republic's lies. The Crusades brought us more glory then anything else! We gave the galaxy a fight it never forgot. Till this day they fear how powerful we could become united! It seems that you fear this as well!"
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