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theheartofwar) wrote2019-01-14 12:39 am
theheartofwar) wrote2019-01-14 12:39 am
for therevanchist
Canderous had once heard Kashyyyk's ecology described somewhere as a layered deathtrap.
Wasn't inaccurate, now that he'd actually spent some time on it. Couldn't say that he was displeased either, to find out that it was true.
Canderous wasn't in a good mood. Not since Jagi's challenge on the dunes, the attack on his honor that he had to address. Prepared for blood to spill on the sand, whoever it came out to be - and he had no intention of it being his. She asked why, but it was almost impossible to explain to a non-Mandalorian. Except Khaar had found another way, didn't she?
He hadn't really touched the thought since. Not just yet. Still, there was plenty on this planet to do, to keep a Mandalorian busy.
"We should have considered this world a little more carefully when looking for targets, if you ask me," he announces, hauling part of a kinrath corpse over his shoulder as he trudges back into camp, mud and much more splattered all over his boots and front. "It would've cleared these damn forests, and these annoying bugs."
But despite his words, there's no real heat or irritation in them. In fact, he sounds like he's in a better mood. At least these actual bugs were a better challenge than the ones he had been crushing under his boot on Taris. He heads straight for the campfire and dumps it on the ground, the corpse already half charred and blasted to bits, courtesy of Ordo's repeating blaster. They're loosely clustered together, a testament to his accuracy with a weapon that's generally meant to be mounted on combat vehicles. He gives the remains a companionable, quietly satisfied pat.
"Think we can eat this thing?"
Wasn't inaccurate, now that he'd actually spent some time on it. Couldn't say that he was displeased either, to find out that it was true.
Canderous wasn't in a good mood. Not since Jagi's challenge on the dunes, the attack on his honor that he had to address. Prepared for blood to spill on the sand, whoever it came out to be - and he had no intention of it being his. She asked why, but it was almost impossible to explain to a non-Mandalorian. Except Khaar had found another way, didn't she?
He hadn't really touched the thought since. Not just yet. Still, there was plenty on this planet to do, to keep a Mandalorian busy.
"We should have considered this world a little more carefully when looking for targets, if you ask me," he announces, hauling part of a kinrath corpse over his shoulder as he trudges back into camp, mud and much more splattered all over his boots and front. "It would've cleared these damn forests, and these annoying bugs."
But despite his words, there's no real heat or irritation in them. In fact, he sounds like he's in a better mood. At least these actual bugs were a better challenge than the ones he had been crushing under his boot on Taris. He heads straight for the campfire and dumps it on the ground, the corpse already half charred and blasted to bits, courtesy of Ordo's repeating blaster. They're loosely clustered together, a testament to his accuracy with a weapon that's generally meant to be mounted on combat vehicles. He gives the remains a companionable, quietly satisfied pat.
"Think we can eat this thing?"
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"Yeah?"
Dead, but not gone or defeated - Canderous understands. She's obviously been thinking about this for a while, by the way she's pacing, so he waits patiently for her to go on.
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"She hit you--" Marila jabs a finger at Canderous "--so hard you shattered, did the same to the Jedi, and was well on her way to adding the Republic to the list. Even if we stop the Sith, the galaxy will be picking up the pieces for decades. If we don't..." She trails of with a shrug. If they fail in their attempt, none of them will be around to see the results, but a new Sith Empire hardly counts as Revan being defeated.
"Hell, this fool's errand of ours amounts to chasing her down, and she's been dead for months." Marila gestures widely at the forest around them. Being on Kashyyyk at all is ridiculous. Being on Kashyyyk's surface is beyond ridiculous.
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"It's impossible for one such as Revan to be truly gone. Only when the last coward who fled at the sight of her soldiers are dead, when the last living refugees, opponents, and survivors can hear her name and feel no fear - just a faded remembrance - will she be gone. Revan is dead, yes, but an... exceptional warrior like her isn't so easily forgotten in the hearts and minds of men."
The admiration is right there in his voice, no need to dig for it or anything.
"She carved a swathe across the galaxy, and the fires she set are burning yet. Is it really any wonder that we see the smoke of her ghost still?"