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[b][color=f26522]Location:[/color] [color=fff79a]Mandalore Orbit ---> Mandalore, Jedi Enclaves[/color][/b]
[b][color=f26522]Mentions:[/color] [@Alfhedil] [color=a187be](Solace)[/color][/b]
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The inquisitor's eyes jolted open as soon as his bronze-colored Eta-2 emerged from hyperspace. Dra'kal's several minutes of peace and solitude had now ended, leaving his mind momentarily fuzzy and sluggish while he gathered his thoughts. Beyond his cockpit laid his destination - the sun-bleached planet capital that housed the Grand Republic of Mandalore. For a planet belonging to the fearsome Mandalorian warriors, let alone the so-called "successors" of the now defunct Old Republic, the Kaleesh had always felt rather underwhelmed by its appearance. Gone were the dominant days of the mighty ecumenopolis of Coruscant serving as the center of the galaxy - having been glassed to hell and back - with the title now left to an outer-rim planet with a spanning desolate desert, dotted only by domed city islands that serve as an oasis of civilization. 

Compared to the Renkar Imperium's own capital, Mandalore is merely a piece of raw sandstone compared to the bright jewel of Ord Mantell and it had always baffled Dra'kal as to how life even started there in the first place. Legends had once described the planet as bustling with life, sporting massive forests, huge grassland plains, and vast oceans - once again similar to Ord Mantell - only for millennia of war to sterilize its surface into the vast white deserts seen today. It could be seen as both a blessing to cull the Mandalorians to cease their brutal, war-hungry, conquering ways, and as a travesty regarding the destruction a once beautiful world. He'd heard that it's been slowly healing with the help of the jedi but it'll still be a long and arduous effort nonetheless.

Overall, it's a place that the Kaleesh rarely found himself traveling to. Not only because he was not a fan of what the Republic had done to Kalee back prior to the Clone Wars, but more-so that his assignments were usually situated elsewhere in securing peace and order throughout the Empire's territory. In fact, he usually tries to stay as far away from here as possible, only reluctantly going when he was ordered to. And whenever he was free to do his own bidding, Dra'kal was busy dealing with a far more personal task - searching for the location of a certain CIS general who had betrayed both his tribe and ultimately his own home planet. In total, he had been in this sector a grand total of three times now, and at this point he would rather be doing anything else or be wherever else than being here. 

But today, the Kaleesh wasn't sent here for any old menial errands. In fact, he was sent here to deliver a very important object to the Jedi Enclaves for them to look over. That very object was tucked between his feet wrapped in a brown leather pouch, sporting a pyramid-like shape. He knew full well of the cargo that he carried and made sure that no suspicions were raised regarding its contents. Thankfully, Dra'kal's trip went smoothly as could be, making it out without any eventful situations whatsoever. He proceeded to make towards the planet's surface where he flew by Mandalore's capital, Keldabe. However, the Jedi Enclaves weren't located in the city, rather it was just beyond its borders but within walking distance. 

Once the Kaleesh landed in front of the temple's entrance, he grabbed the bag containing the artifact and stood outside his interceptor. Dra'kal seemed to be expecting a diplomat of some kind to meet him out front, or so it had been told to him anyways.