[center][h2] Kaira Saxon [/h2][/center]

The crowd parts, and I step out with my helmet under my arm. A few of my closest clan mates go to follow, but I signal them to stay put. My platinum blonde hair is buzzed short on one side, but flows past my shoulder on the other. Standing before Temari Ordo, I pound a fist to my chest armor. "Mand'alor."