Concordia, Mandalore's Moon

The Mandalorian Tribe known simply as "The Watch" have made their new home on Concordia for the last year at one of the mid-sized depleted Beskar mining camps simply called, "Sector Omega" on prospector mining data maps.

A new leader has taken over them simply calling himself, "The Sentinel" and has gathered all of the Watch - over 300 strong - to what amounts to the center of the mining camp. Standing on a makeshift platform put together by old mining crates, he raised his arm for silence and attention to him.

"Children of the Watch hear me - a new dawn comes to our Tribe. We alone stand as the true inheritors of Mandalore. We must put aside the visions of peace Satine Kryze tried to impose on our people and wash away the ambitions and treachery of Pre Vizsla and his tearing asunder of our Tribe in establishing his Death Watch to secure his rule. Only in adherence to The Creed can we live as true Mandalorians...This is the Way."

"This is the Way", the crowd said in unison.

A dramatic pause followed before he continued.

"To ensure our survival as a Tribe, we need numbers - I have assigned small groups to leave and establish Coverts in areas of space where conflict has arisen and find Younglings. They and their respective Armorers will find the orphaned, the cast off, the forgotten of battle, war & poverty and give them purpose, a family of devotion and fellowship and the following of Creed - This is the Way."

"This is the Way", the crowd said.

"The rest of you all will do as we always have done - go forth into the Galaxy...Find Conflict, find Battles & Wars. Hone your skills against any & all who would stand against you. Show all who see you why the name Mandalorian is to be feared and respected wherever your path takes you - This is the Way."

"This is the Way", the crowd said.

"As you were", the Sentinel said ending the gathering.

As all the others went about their business in the mining camp, one of the Mandalorians came to Shar.

"The Sentinel wishes to speak with you at your earliest convenience", he said.

This was a good time to be Mandalorian. True Mandalorian, that is and not one of the weak fools led by Satine Kryze who sought to turn their people into pacifists in defiance of thousands of years of tradition. It was also time to cleanse the stains of Pre Vizsla whose vaulting ambition led to disaster for Mandalore.

This was the time of the Watch.

She gazed with pride at the hundreds who had gathered to listen to the Sentinel speak. His words called to her love of Creed and her people and invoked the ancient Crusades that had defined them many times over.

She would follow this leader and remake Mandalore into glory again.

"This is the Way."

She was cleaning her armour when she was called and gave the one who had called on her a nod as she finished putting the pieces of her bracer together. Once the indicator lit in her helmet to let her know it was online again she set aside her tools and headed off to find the Sentinel.

The Sentinel's audience hall & chambers were in the depleted Beskar mines themselves. In the year they had oocupied the mines, the Watch turned tunnels and chambers of Sector Omega into proper living spaces and garrison for the Tribe. Lit by artificial lighting, Shar made her way into the tunnels until she found herself before the twin doors of the Sentinel's antechamber.

The guards recognized her and with one nodding to her arrival, they opened the doors to allow her entry. Within, stood the Sentinel looking at some sort of hologram which he promptly deactivated once Shar entered.

"Shar Vizsla, i bid you welcome to my halls", the Sentinel said and gestured for her to approach. Once she stood before him, she could see up close the grey and blue of his armor - not polished Beskar but a suit while still cleaned and well maintained, showed years of use and repair.

"How did you come to be a child of the Watch?", he asked.
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"Thank you, Sentinel," Shar said as she walked in. She spared a quick glance for his chambers before turning her attention to him.

"The diaspora of my people from Arkania happened over a thousand years ago," she said. "We fled the slavers who created my race and were welcomed by the Mandalorians. We accepted the Creed and have followed the Resol'nare proudly. The Children of the Watch still keep to the Creed. Satine Kryze, her sister, and her...pacifists-" she all but spat out the word -" would bring us to disaster. My family keeps to the Creed so we cloistered ourselves on Concordia when the call went out for those who follow the Way. So here I am and here I remain unless you need me elsewhere."