Aerrow: The Epic Of Mandalore

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As Aerrow and the Mandalorians of Clan Ordo were forced to flee from Clan Ordo, they eventually found their new home in the form of Terra Neverlandis. As the Mandalorians set up an enclave in Terra Neverlandis, feelings of anger, rage and fury was felt throughout the Clan. The Cyclonians had attacked them and forced them from their home. For those who were originally from Mandalore, they had known what it was like to be driven from their homes. They followed Elsera as Clan Ordo was exiled from Mandalore by the pacifist New Mandalorian Government. Meanwhile in the Condor, Aerrow was in a state of grief and anger. He had left his adopted mother to die at the hands of Dark Ace. Aerrow looked upon the display of Mandalore the Preserver's armor with sadness in his eyes. 

Aerrow: I...I am unworthy of your clan name, Mandalore. I am unworthy of the title of Mandalorian. 

Aerrow truly felt shame in his actions. Despite the fact that he was following his mother's orders to leave her, Aerrow felt he abandoned her. As Aerrow was overcome with shame and grief, the rest of the Storm Hawks entered the Condor. 

Piper: Aerrow? 

Aerrow: I have failed you. I have failed our clan. 

Finn: There was nothing you could've done, Aerrow! Those bastards must've had spies scouring all of Atmos for us! It's not your fault!

Aerrow: Is it? I left the woman who raised me to die! I left our leader to die! 

Stork: She did order us to leave. She fully understood that if we stayed behind, we would most likely be wiped out. Elsera's act saved our lives....for a short time. 

Piper: Aerrow, we need you. The Storm Hawks need you. Clan Ordo needs you. Every Mandalorian in this camp needs you. We all grieve for the loss of our leader. 

As Piper tried to appeal to Aerrow, he glanced over to the armor of Mandalore the Preserver. He had been raised of stories of how he united the Mandalorian Clans after their defeat in the Mandalorian Wars. He began to wonder what Mandalore the Preserver would do if he were in Aerrow's shoes. 

Aerrow: My mother raised me on stories of Mandalore the Preserver. When the Mandalorian Clans were scattered across the Galaxy after the Mandalorian Wars, Canderous Ordo wandered in search for purpose and a good fight. He soon found one in the form of the very man who defeated the Mandalorians during the war. In time, Canderous Ordo would find his purpose. When he reclaimed Mandalore's mask, Canderous Ordo was no more and Mandalore the Preserver was born. 

Aerrow soon began to wonder what his adopted mother would do in this situation. He knew that she wouldn't wallow in pity or grief. Elsera would fight back with the same fiery spirit that fueled the Mandalorians since their inception. As Aerrow continued to wonder, he regained that same flame. He found in himself, the strength and will to continue on the fight. 

Aerrow: My mother died as a Mandalorian. She sacrificed herself so that our clan may live to fight another day. Her sacrifice allowed us to live. It allowed our clan to survive. We will not let her death be in vain. 

As Aerrow found his strength, Radarr climbed on his shoulders much to Aerrow's amusement. Aerrow's mind soon fell on the words of the Guardians who approached him on Terra Neverlandis. 

Guardian #1(Past): Don't you understand? You are the last descendant of the Storm Hawks! You must find the ship! You must rebuild the team and fulfill your destiny!

As those words echoed in Aerrow's head, he simply smiled as he recalled what one of the Guardians described him as. 

Aerrow: A hard warrior trained by hard warriors. It seems the mystics were right. Whatever our supposed destiny is, we will accomplish this as Mandalorians. The Cyclonians know not the sleeping beast they've awakened. By killing our brothers and sisters, they've made their intentions clear. They seek to wipe us out. We will show Master Cyclonis the beast she has unleashed upon herself and her Empire!

Aerrow soon made it clear that despite this loss, Aerrow had no intention of letting this attack go unpunished. 

Aerrow: We will regroup. We will recover and we will fight. We will fight the Cyclonian Empire. We will make them regret the day they attack the Mandalorians of Clan Ordo! The greatest warriors are the product of their defeats as much as their victories. Like the strongest of iron, their imperfections are hammered, their weaknesses pierced and battered, until they are forged into an indestructible force capable of standing against the greatest of misfortunes. This attack by the Cyclonians will only make us stronger! 

As Aerrow spoke, the Storm Hawks rallied behind their leader. In a brief moment of shame and brief, Aerrow found the strength and will to carry on. In honor of Elsera, he would carry on the fight.

Aerrow: This fight is ours. The call of war has been made. Once Clan Ordo answers that call, we are honor bound to see it to the end. We must fight. To victory or death. For Clan Ordo! For Mandalore!

As Aerrow found his strength, he began walking the same steps Canderous Ordo walked in his path to becoming Mandalore the Preserver. The first battles have been fought. The Mandalorians of Clan Ordo had answered the call to war against the Cyclonian Empire.