Meeting Mandalore

Looking to Mira, she grimaced. "We could gain some information by visiting. I guess it won't hurt to meet this Mandalore." She stated with a glance to Drathoran. "I suggest you stop eyeing me up, though. It is disrespectful."

Mira nodded in agreement, however she was fully aware that this Drathoran was lying. Though she wouldn't betray this mistrust, she wanted to see what this man would do if he continued to believe he had them at a disadvantage. Keran remained silent, but sensed Mira's mistrust and decided to follow along with this and continued to play the role of shoulder pet.

Drathoran lowered his head. "I apologize. You are a lovely young woman, and I could not help myself. If you will follow, we shall go and meet Mandalore..."

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" master i know your not telling the truth" she called. She wated patently for him to answer her.

Mar eventually stepped out of the bathroom in relaxed dresswear, a pale grey tunic and black pants. He took a seat next to her and looked at her with sad eyes. "Serenity... you know what I was before I became your master, before I decided to walk the path of the Light... However, there are things about my past I have not divulged... Things I will never forgive myself for... and the darkness that came from those actions will forever stain my heart. Some days it overflows me... and I feel like I am right back in the moment... doing those horrible things..." He couldn't look her in the eye. His body practically poured regret. The pain radiated outwards. "Serenity... I want so badly to atone... but it will never be enough. I did so much evil I will never be enough. The dark side will always have a hold on me... And I am sorry that you have to be subjected to such darkness... But I never can expect you to forgive me..."

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The palace of Mandalore was gaudy to say the least. A mix of Mandalorian warriors in full armor and attractive women from various worlds populated the main hall. And a large table ran the length of the hall, filled with various foods and drinks. And at the end was a throne where sat Mandalore, adorned in ancient Mandalorian armor he regarded the newcomers with a tilt of his helmet.

"I bring potential conscripts, your eminence." Drathoran said with a bow.

"Very good, leave us." Mandalore said, his voice augmented by the ancient helmet he wore. Drathoran left as the handmaidens came to offer food and drink to Mandalore. He accepted and guzzled down a chalice of wine, lifting his helmet just enough to get the cup to his lips and then finishing it off with a loud, exaggerated burp. "So you wish to become Mandalorian... Admirable, though what I see appear to be more fitting to be added to my harem of handmaidens... You will have to prove yourself..." He snapped and two guards, a pair of Mandalorians with shock staffs. With another gesture Mandalore had the two guards activate said shock staffs. "Should you fail we will tend to your wounds and send you back out... Now prove to me your skills... if you have any..."