[Center][h2]Zarka Saxon [/h2][/center]

I bow back. “Fight with honor, Jerus of Clan Ordo.” I knew that wasn’t his preferred name, but it was the name I knew him by. Temari adopted him into her clan. I respect Temari, and so I respect her ‘son’.

It was Jerus’ own son I don’t like. His total disregard for our ways, and his desire to utterly turn Mand’alor against her own people was infuriating. He was a danger to the entire Mando’ade, and I wasn’t going to stand for it much longer. 

 [Center][h2]Hunter Ordo [/h2][/center]

The doors open up and I rush in, looking somewhat nervous. I don’t make eye contact with anyone as I make my way to the front of the gathering. Raising my hands and projecting my voice, I say, “Attention everybody! Listen up!” I wait for the party to quiet down before continuing. “Our glorious Mand’alor the Risen would like me to inform you that she will not be able to make it tonight. Some very important business has come up that requires her attention.”