[center][h2]Mandalorian Enclave, Communications Center[/h2][/center]

"And you have been told, commander, that no outsider, Imperial or otherwise, is going to be allowed access to the Enclave. The Clans have suffered the loss of much of our culture already between all the wars and your Empire. You would have us lose more?" The Imperial commander on the other side of the holocommunication looked nervous as he stared at the impassive T-shaped visor that allowed the helmet wearer to see out. If there was one thing he hated, it was dealing with Mandalorians. Sure, there were those that the Empire could buy off and yet others that the new Mandalore government, an Imperial puppet government really, could persuade to be sensible and allow the Imperials to work. But these clan members on the very outskirts of the Outer Rim? They clung strongly to what tattered remains were left of their culture and many clans had moved here to be bothered less, and do less bothering to, by the Imperials and Mandalore government.

"And I have told you that I come here on the authority of the Mandalorian Government-" He found himself cut off as a laugh was barked from the man in Mandalorian armor. That was never a good sign for Imperial access.

"Unless Mandalore himself orders me to let you in, you are not getting in. You are fully aware that we cause no trouble here, so why do you persist in causing the opposite?" The commander bit back his reply. Unfortunately, the Mandalorian was right; since the Empire had arrived, the Mandalorians had caused it no trouble so long as they stayed away from their Enclave. Sighing, the man nodded.

"You're right, you're right. Elias Ordo, I apologize for my intrusions and will leave you and your people to do as you will. Contact me if you require the Empire's assistance." The communication cut as it was ended from the Imperial end and the Mandalorian finally relaxed as he turned to leave, flanked by two Ordo Honor Guards.

"That's an Imperial military officer? I've seen Banthas with more bite." Outside the yard was alive as both young Mandalorians and potential prospects worked on their training and older Mandalorians prepared for various trips. His guard on the left, Eli, chuckled.

"That you have, and I believe it took a bite out of your rump too." Elias slapped him in the gut and shook his head. Between Eli and Jenus, it was a wonder Elias had done as well as he had leading the Enclave for the last couple of years, considering the jokers they could be. As he got close to the central compound, another Mandalorian, a woman in full armor, approached the trio.

"Elias."

"Jenara Ordo. You don't come around often." Her stance told him more than she knew and what it said was that something was most definitely wrong.

"Come, we...have a lot to discuss and little time to do it."