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#28 "Enough! I heard enough."

The clan was tucked away underground. You were walked from one room to another, all connected by short hallways lined with metal. You took in all of the sights, trying to commit it all to your memory. You were trying to imagine what it must have been like for Lonwar growing up here. The one who everyone referred to as Buir was sitting down on a fur rug in front of a metal bowl with a fire in it. You were directed by another female Mandalorian to take a seat opposite of Buir.

You sat cross-legged on the ground and bit your lower lip. You could feel all of the females in the room eyeing you. You had wondered how many of them had their sights on Lonwar. Or how many of them had already bedded with him if they did that sort of thing within the clan. You did have a small jealous streak in you, but you were trying not to think of all of that at the moment and worry about the woman before you. She was for all better purposes Lonwar's mother, and you needed her blessing. You were pretty sure.

"So, what is it you know of the Mandalorians?"

She was getting right to it. "I don't know much about you, to be honest."

"First, I would not think of us as a race." She made a movement with her hand and all of the other females took a seat, "Mandalorian isn't a race, It's a creed." She tilted her head slightly, the light from the fire making her helmet glow golden in color. "Who in this room can tell me of the creed?"

Before she even got the words out, the female in blue faded armor jumped up, "Wearing armor. Speaking the language. Defending yourself and your family. Raising your children as Mandalorians. Contributing to the clan's welfare. When called upon by the Mand'alor, rallying to his cause."

Buir nodded her head, "Very good, now sit down." But the other female wasn't done.

"Did you see what Lonwar put around her neck? She wears our symbol yet she has no idea of our customs, she has no honor in her blood..."

"Enough! I heard enough." Buir said harshly, "He chose her and not you, let it go!"

Ah, there it was. You thought to yourself. So there had been some courtship within the clan at one time.

Just then a rumble was felt and dust fell from the rafters landing all around.

"Bu'ceva ganar mar'eyir mhi." Buir spoke. Then she lowered her gaze back down to you.

"Trouble is all around us. That I understood perfectly." You said to her. The females of the clan all make their way to the surface and drew their weapons.

Buir holds up her hand to you, "You must wait here."

Damn this wound!