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[b][right]Aboard the [i]THUNDERING WRATH[/i]
[sup]Travelling through Hyperspace[/sup][/right][/b]

Koren walked through the halls of the ship. His black cape billowing through the halls as various officers and troops throughout the ship moved to the side to clear a path from him. He nodded his head to each of them in turn. In contrast to Hapan Culture at home, most of the people he came across were male. It was deemed a mans job to go out and risk their lives in war, whereas women were deemed fit to rule at home and better for dealing with the more important matters. He grinned recalling his talk with Allana before he left, something about the women sending the men off to play with toys so that they could deal with more important matters. He walked through a door, flanked by [url=https://images-ext-1.discordapp.net/external/LfHipmz-2qVnMS0okEtpgOjEUL4TCQ9prdXnBm9juOc/%3Ftoken%3DeyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7InBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcL2VmMTYxZWFjLTZkYWUtNDJjMS04N2NiLTdlOTg2N2QyZDAzZFwvZDhtZ2VsbC02NmFkYjk1Yi1lZjQ2LTQyZDItYmVhYi0zOGYzNGJhODAyYTQuanBnIn1dXSwiYXVkIjpbInVybjpzZXJ2aWNlOmZpbGUuZG93bmxvYWQiXX0.qI5nevapRaZBMBUq_DZlcgdV7V8MAEeIXQI4JQJfQxo/https/images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/ef161eac-6dae-42c1-87cb-7e9867d2d03d/d8mgell-66adb95b-ef46-42d2-beab-38f34ba802a4.jpg?width=447&height=630]two figures in black[/url]. Ignoring his personal guard for a moment, he turned and ignited his blade as he heard the telltale sound of blades being removed from their scabbards. The swords came down on the blade, sparking and hissing as the vibrational frequency of the blade prevented the lightsaber from simply slicing through the metal alloy. 

He kicked with his left foot as he extended his right arm, pushing his two opponents back, twisting himself around. They both stood to attention as he bowed before turning off his lightsaber and clipping it back onto his belt. [color=yellow]"I know the Queen told you to keep me on my toes in the unlikely event of an assassination attempt, however, I don't think she meant you had to do it all the time." [/color] Koren raised his hand to sort his hair as a high pitched trill went through the ship. In anticipation, he raised his wrist so his commlink was in front of his face. 

[color=00a99d]"My Prince, we're dropping out of hyperspace above Mandalore."[/color] 

Koren nodded. [color=yellow]"Understood. I'll be with you shortly, I'm just grabbing something from my quarters."[/color] The ship shook slightly as the ship dropped out of hyperspace into real space in the outer reach of the Mandalore system. Koren looked out to see the fleet of ships in hyperspace, he recognized the Venators immediately as the warhorse of the Republic, he'd been on one during the war. Almost a lifetime ago. Still, Mandalore looked thriving compared to the stories and the holos he had seen in his old life, intelligence had told him that the Mandalore Republic was growing, solidifying its strength and position in the Galaxy. In all honesty, he hadn't truly believed it until he saw it. As he convinced Allana they had to forgo their isolationist ways he had convinced her that the Jedi was the best first contact in the galaxy, doubtful and worried that they could really supply any form of real alliance with Mandalore at their back. He had been contemplating contacting Corellia first, however seeing how much Mandalore had grown by themselves in twenty short years.

Maybe these were the right people after all. As he grabbed the old Jedi-Commlink from his dresser he turned around, now flanked by his two guards as he made his way to the command deck. The officers continued their business, ships being one of the few places where regal protocols were slacker. Only the Captain, an aging man with thick mutton chops turned to acknowledge his presence. [color=00a99d]"Prince Omi-Ren. The Mandalorians have contacted us and given us a flight path, we'll be holding orbit above [i]Keldabe[/i] in formation with two of their own ships. As ordered we are complying with their directions. Shall I hail them?"[/color]

Koren merely nodded as he raised his commlink. [color=yellow]"This is Prince Koren Omi-Ren of the Hapes Consortium-"[/color] He paused as he contemplated throwing [i]Jedi Knight[/i] in there, however, decided against it. He still wasn't sure if he would be accepted by the order. He had stayed away from the Order for twenty years. Trained soldiers in the ways of the Force and even fallen in love and gotten married. He'd be lucky to simply be stripped of his rank as a Jedi in the olden days, yet that was what he feared the most. That and disappointing his master, wherever the old Ithorian may be. [color=yellow]"-"I come as an envoy of peace between our two peoples and stand ready to disembark my vessel to the meeting place of your choosing."[/color]

He nodded to the officer who stopped the transmission. It was a simple mission, brief and to the point. Koren let go of a breath he didn't know he had been holding all this time, he could feel the curiosity of the crew around him. From the experienced guards who knew their tutor well to Captain Andrea who simply had the ability to read men. Koren flashed a cocky smile at the Captain. [color=yellow]"First time contacting a foreign power as a dignitary, it's a little exciting."[/color]