Unbroken (Adara)

[Colton Hunter]

Colt crossed his arms, but there was an amused expression upon his face.

"Kinda reminds me of when she first wound up here, once she succeeded in her rites," he told them. Darius nodded, pausing at her steps, he had been about to follow, until she spoke of donning her armor. He almost followed yet again... then he felt an invisible force stop him, he swallowed, then took several steps back, grasping his own wrist in front of him. He just stood there, awkwardly.

"She'll say her hellos once she's more settled in," Darius added. "I think she's just excited to get moving again,"

"I am too, to be fair," he said, "My mission has been singular as of late, if it didn't involve Deathwatch, it has been the Sith, I look forward to having something to do that involves neither," he mused.

The two would stand and wait, Colt a bit more patiently than Darius. He was excited to travel with his kith again, and while Colt would let them go on their own, he lacked a kith these days. One had died, one had left, and the others had their own jobs here. He'd much rather go with the kids, as it were.

[Adara Silver]

Talu glanced at Darius. "She's got you wrapped around her finger, doesn't she? Must have been fun to play the hero for her?" Ri suppressed a laugh and leaned back against the wall, watching.

"You really shouldn't tease them," said Tibi, ostensibly to Darius, but certainly not pitched to avoid getting to his ears. "Puppy love is endearing, but so fragile," she added, turning away lest anyone see the smile. "It's good to have her back home, though. I'm glad our Chief was able to find her."

"He's her buir," said Talu, looking almost offended at the idea that Colt wouldn't have. After all, Colt was the leader of the clan, and that meant that he needed to show the values of Sorell, and of Mandalorians in general. "Family's always going to find you..."

It took little time, getting her things together, putting on the armor that turned her from Adara Silver into the Silver Knight, Kal be Gratua, and all the other names she'd acquired. Saving some people from slavery-- it was an ideal task. She wouldn't have to hold back, not against slavers, and rescuing others was a good change from needing rescue or being held in a space ship without anyone to talk to.

Now that she was thinking about it though, maybe it would have been better to avoid such things... at least, so soon. Colt still wasn't well, and... but... but this would be good. Adara shook her head, pushing the thoughts away. She wanted to do something, and this was something. Colt would surely enjoy it too. Sure, he'd been in a lot of fights lately, but he was the Chief of Sorell, and she'd seen the look on his face when he fought-- he enjoyed outsmarting his enemies.

She hurried back to the others once she finished getting prepared. "To the Silver Star," she said happily, leading the way to her ship.

[Colton Hunter]

Colt placed his helmet upon his head. Gold to Adara's silver, the T-shaped visor still retaining that purple sheen of his old armor. He was very much the Chief of Clan Sorrel, and the hermit who had first met a fiery young red head on Corellia, but the gold that covered nearly every inch of him denoted his standing as the Commander of Mando Cabure. He was more than just the Chief of Sorrel, he was also an authority in all the Mandalorian sector. A policeman for any lack of a better word outside of Mandalorian space. The helmet hid his smirk as Talu and Tibi both lightly teased Darius, who shot a scowl their way.

"Not wrapped around her finger, she needs all of us right now, that's all," he said, though he paused. "Wasn't planning on being looked at as a hero either, there's no word for hero, remember? I'm just glad she's home," he mused.

"There isn't a singular word, remember that, Darius," Colt chimed in, "We give titles to our heroes," he added. Darius glanced at Colt, then nodded. The Boy Chief felt like it was less of a vulgarity when seen in that light. And it was a title he was starting to wear with pride. Sure, he was the Boy Chief of Kelborn. The youngest Chief in a very long time. But he had held that title for a few years. Could those nay-sayers say the same? Nay. His head lifted a bit as he thought about that, Colt nodded.

"The Star it is, lead the way, Knight," Colt chimed in, turning on his heel. Adara could probably feel the pain that coursed through his body, but the way Colt held himself, the way he walked. He didn't show it. This man who had nothing, who had just intended to live life alone, avoiding the conflicts of the galaxy, was now everything that Mandalorians strove toward. Hard headed, but strong, and terrifying in battle. But also intelligent, and his ruthlessness in combat was tempered by mercy, and compassion, when it could be afforded.

They'd move to the hangar, the Silver Star hadn't been on the landing pad for some time, instead kept and maintained in the hangars, but kept well, it seemed. A lot of work had gone on keeping things as Adara had.

"The Silver Star has been waiting," Darius added with a grin. Something the others hadn't seen in some time.