(D1 LE) Late to the Party

[Varina Ordo]

Varina pursed her lips. This was all high and philosophical, not as cool as explosions that her mom would have done. Her pacifist schooling loved questions, though the Imperials didn't like people thinking too much. In conclusion: the young girl was pretty confused on what to think.

"Okay," she said at first. She looked around and then the big one came up. "Why? I mean, why are you here? I came here because I thought this planet was just some random planet."

[Mandalore]

"A planet on the outer rim, one far from the Empire. It attracts those who flee it, those who have talent and no where else to turn. For them, we can offer them a place to belong, different but similar to the one they have lost. A place to excel and reclaim their lives for themselves," he said.

"There is opportunity to train and grow our number, that we might return to the intergalactic stage stronger than before."

"Everything," he says, looking at the tip of his blade before setting it back up on the wall, "begins with training. Tomorrow, you will return to me. If you have no where to sleep you may make use of this Enclave as you are one of us now. There is an armory present in which you may store your armor and arms. "

[Varina Ordo]

"Kind of coincidental that I ended up here though. No use in questioning it too much, yeah?" Varina shrugged. "But okay, I'll be back. Sounds pretty good to me."

[Mandalore]

"I will accept every opportunity that coincidence grants me," he said, shifting as to direct her out toward the main part of the enclave. "Make use of our shared home as you will. Return when you are ready to continue your path. You will become a great Mandalorian some day child, I promise you this."

[Varina Ordo]

"Okay," she said, not really sure what was in store for her. Taking on this path of the great warrior seemed like an awful lot. "So is this, like, everyone."

[Mandalore]

"There are some out on their own tasks, but most of us you have seen here today," he replied. Walking her out from his personal armory, back through the chambers they had already been.