Mandalore, 3965 BBY, 3 months before the Battle of Vanquo
War was finally here, and it called for Mira now as she held her father’s, now her own, helmet within her hands. She studied it carefully as she awaited her squad to be called upon to load upon the transport. The steady rumbles and booms of ships lifting and departing the area rampant, almost deafening.
A loud voice ordered something inaudible from a speaker, but apparently it was enough to be understood by the fully armored man next to her, her fellow squad member and friend, as he nudged her with his elbow. “Come on Mir’ika, no time like the present, oya! Let’s go show those Republic hut’uune the true power of the Mando’ade,” he would shout within his helmeted head.
She gave a slight smile and stood. When she came to look at him, she sighed, still disapproving heavily of the new armor his sported. Unlike her own, which was black with red stripes, each color representing something significant to her, as well as being handed down by her father, he and several members of the squad were accustoming to something new that Cassus Fett, one of the commanders under the direct command of Mand’alor, had issued out to demonstrate a new shock trooper variant, the Neo Crusaders. Essentially, all the armor each Mandalorian would wear would be the same, or slightly vary depending on the sentient within the armor, and their colors would reflect their rank. She too had a set, blue, still sitting on her bunk in the barracks. She refused to wear it for her own personal reasons however, that and it was tacky and way too bulky for her frame to wear comfortably.
She spun her helmet within her hands to face it away from her, slipping it on almost rhythmically, immersing herself in a new world. Moving her chin down to adjust comm frequencies until she found the one she was looking for, nodding to her squad. A flood of voices singing in unison would fill her ears, and soon her own voice would join them as they would chant the Mandalorian war song “Vode An”. Marching forward with her fellow men and women, some would be of different races, but in the end, they were all the same. They were brothers and sisters in arms, each and every one of them, they were Mandalorians.
And it was time to go to war.