Once everyone had calmed down and the Mandalorians shakily got to their feet things began to move very quickly. The Duke, who actually preferred the term Alor or Chieftan, took charge and began issuing orders in rapid Mando'a. The Mandalorians were going to start a galaxy wide search for their Mand'alor, effective immediately. Apparently they'd assumed Jango Fett was dead, since they had been missing for the last three or so years. However with Manda themselves declaring Fett not just alive but unable to perform their duty because they were trapped well- the Mandalorians now had a goal to strive for.
Once a course of action had been declared Master Jinn told Alor Kryze that he would petition the Council for whatever information they had on Fett's last whereabouts. His expression fell slightly as he spoke, somber even in the Force. "We have much to make up for Galidraan. This is the least we can do, aiding you in finding your lost leader."
Obi-wan could tell that his master was trying to extend an open hand to the Mandalorians, an offer of peace and cooperation.
Alor Kryze watched him, blue eyes flinty like steel… or perhaps beskar. "We will allow you to use the conference room to call your Jetii'alore. Any information you can give us would be welcome." He turned towards Obi-wan and his expression brightened considerably. "As Manda's Speaker you are hereby considered a citizen of the Mandalore system. You will also have full access to the Inner Sanctuary." He only realized the man had switched from basic to Mando'a when his master frowned, unable to comprehend.
Obi-wan cleared his throat and smiled, putting his arms inside his sleeves to hide his nervousness."Inner Sanctuary? You will have to explain that to me."
The man looked surprised for a moment before understanding came over him. "Of course, you wouldn't know. My apologies, Speaker Kenobi. The Inner Sanctuary is the home of the Speaker when on Manda'yaim. It is unfortunately not here in Sundari. Though we would prefer to move the location it is not for us to decide. Although the Temple is open to everyone who wishes to worship, only Manda's chosen may enter the Inner Sanctuary- the apartment part of the Temple in Keldabe dedicated to Manda. This includes the Mand'alor, you as Speaker, and Clan Vencuyanii who are dedicated to the upkeep of the Temple."
Obi-wan's mind was reeling. They… had a Temple dedicated to their great spirit? One that had an apartment that was apparently his now if he wanted it? There were a lot of 'firsts' happening on this planet when it came to his ability to talk to the great spirits and he didn't think he liked them all that much.
"Padawan? Are you quite alright?"
Turning to look up at his master he let out a small chuckle. "I think I may be a little tired." He admitted quietly.
His master and Alor Kryze shared a small look. "We have already set aside your rooms for you. If you need to rest no one would fault you, Speaker Kenobi. The call to your Jetii'alore can wait for a couple of hours." The man looked past them and smiled. "My oldest daughter can lead you, if you don't mind making her acquaintance."
Looking behind him he blinked at the young woman quickly coming their way. She appeared to be about his age with blonde hair and pale blue eyes that were a little brighter than her father's. When she was several feet away she stopped and gave them a very courtly bow, one that would not have been out of place amongst Coruscant's elites. Obi-wan glanced at his master then back to the young woman.
"Good day, I am Jedi Master Qui-gon Jinn, and this is my Padawan." His master introduced with a short bow.
Obi-wan dipped into a polite bow as well, giving her a polite smile. "Obi-wan Kenobi, at your service."
The young woman smiled, a faint flush coming to her cheeks. "Satine Kryze, it is a pleasure to have you here." Her eyes never left his as she spoke.
Behind him he could feel Alor Kryze's amusement. But all Obi-wan felt was awkward.
How did one subtly explain to the daughter of a duke that you weren't interested without insulting her and, by extension, her family?
"Sat'ika, I know you probably have a thousand questions but for now I need you to showSpeakerKenobi and Jetii Jinn to their guest quarters. I believe Aniss opened up the Vormur suite."
The young woman frowned for a moment before her smile returned. If Obi-wan hadn't been watching her he probably would have missed it. "Of course, father." Looking between Master Jinn and himself she made a delicate sweeping motion with her hand. "If you'll come with me?"
Master Jinn smiled and stepped forward. "You are most gracious."
Obi-wan wasn't so sure about that. There was a tingle of something familiar around the young woman, something he'd sensed before… but not something he could place. He decided it was best to put it to the back of his mind for the time being.
He'd realize later what had felt so familiar about the young woman when he was told she had been going to a preparatory school on Coruscant. With the goal of becoming the Mandalore System's future Senator after they joined the Republic. Something that wouldn't be happening now that Manda had spoken to their people.
It made sense- she had the air of someone who frequented the Senate Dome.
The Vormur room was absolutely luxurious. A wide open space with whisper thin hanging drapes in deep purples, plush pillow fit to burst, silken sheets, and beautifully carved art pieces tastefully distanced from one another so as not to feel crowded. There was even a dining area, four extra guest rooms fit for a proper entourage, and a balcony overlooking the city.
It made Obi-wan's stomach clench with anxiety.
"My padawan and I thank you for showing us the way to our suite, Lady Kryze." Master Jinn was saying behind him as he took in the luxury suite like a country bumpkin.
The young woman let out a small sniff and he swore he could feel eyes on the back of his neck. "Do you not mean Speaker?" She asked, her voice tight with an emotion he couldn't place.
"Whatever else he may be called, Obi-wan is my padawan." The man said, a smile in his voice.
Obi-wan felt some of the anxiety bleed off into the Force as he finally turned around. "It was one of your fellows who called me Speaker first. I'd really rather remain Padawan Kenobi." He told her simply, hoping that would ease some of the tension he could sense around her.
"And yet the fact that you know that term at all, in Mando'a, speaks to some kind of understanding." She shot back.
Obi-wan huffed and rubbed at his temple with a grimace. "I'm afraid Manda decided it was best that I understand their language if I were to Speak for them. I never knew Mando'a until today." And the experience of having a language downloaded directly into his brain was still weird.
"I see." She said slowly, sounding skeptical. "Well, I'm afraid I must return to my father. We have much to discuss. I suppose we shall see one another again, Padawan Kenobi, Master Jinn." With another polite bow she turned on her heel and left them alone.
Obi-wan let out a heavy sigh. At least he wouldn't have to explain that she was most certainly not his type, since his very presence seemed to evoke very conflicted and aggressive emotions from her.
Master Jinn let out a chuckle. "I think it's time you took a rest, padawan mine."
Giving his master a slightly strained smile he went over to the master bedroom of the suite and scowled. "Master… this is ridiculous. Who needs a bed this… this… extravagant?"
His master shook his head a little sadly. "Those in power often have preferences for luxury, though there is an exception to every rule. I'm sure that if we tell the Duke later that we would be more comfortable somewhere less conspicuous he will be accommodating." Going over to one of the guest rooms Master Jinn opened the door and motioned him over. "I think you'd be more comfortable in this room."
Looking inside he smiled a little tiredly. It did look a lot less expensive and a lot less open. The bed was also much smaller and more comfortable looking. "Thank you Master."
"You're welcome padawan. I will be meditating in the main room near that lovely miniature tree with the yellow vines growing around it if you need me."
He snorted in amusement as the door closed behind his master. Wandering over to the bed he unhooked his belt and slipped out of his outer tunics before flopping onto the bed with a grunt.
A nap really did sound wonderful at the moment.
Obi-wan's dreams were filled with angry shouts- the feeling of metal clasped around his neck. No! Not again! He wanted to cry out but the fog of his mind and the dryness of his mouth made it impossible. He looked across the room to see guards with electro-whips. Slaving scum. Outside there was a star system, it was very familiar.
They are not gone, only marching far away. He muttered under his breath in a rich voice before a sharp pain made him cry out. "Back to work Mandalorian dog!"
When I get out of here, I'm killing you first. Fierce amber eyes flashed in a tanned face littered with scars beneath sweaty dark curls.
It was the last thing Obi-wan remembered before he woke.
Waking with a gasp, uncertain how much time had passed, he felt a presence nearby. He sat up and scanned the room warily but didn't see anything out of the ordinary. Whatever the presence was it was either an old echo or far too weak to manifest. Either way the result was the same- Obi-wan was awake.
Getting out of bed he went into the attached fresher and splashed his face with water to wake himself up further. There was nothing much he could do about his bed hair, besides wet it a little and try to make it lay a little more flat. Quickly getting dressed he followed the pulse of contentment down the bond he shared with his master.
Once he was close enough Master Jinn slowly came back from communing with the Force. He opened his eyes and smiled before pulling a decorative pillow off the couch and levitating it to rest across from him. "How are you feeling, Obi-wan?"
Obi-wan took the unspoken invitation and sat down across from his master. "Mostly well, Master. My headache is gone but I'm afraid that I… I experienced a very vivid vision while I was sleeping." He carefully kept himself from fidgeting but couldn't help the tenseness of his shoulders when the man frowned.
He expected to be told to stay in the here and now.
Master Jinn let out a sigh, his presence turning regretful. Obi-wan wanted to curl in on himself for even mentio- "I believe I owe you an apology, Obi-wan."
Blinking in surprise he looked up at his master in confusion. "Master?"
Master Jinn gave him an almost sad smile. "Although I am a Master of our Order there are times when I will make mistakes. I am still only human, even with the Force to guide me." He said carefully. "I allowed others biases and my own experiences to color how I have been treating you, and I wanted to express my sincere regret at those actions." The man took a slow deep breath and let it out again. "Obi-wan, I never should have made you feel like you could not confide in me about your visions or these spirits you see. I believed, arrogantly, that I was correct in my assumption that these were the fancies of a child's mind attempting to interpret the vastness of the Force." He shook his head. "But I cannot remain ignorant after what I witnessed earlier today." There was a hushed kind of awe in his voice now. "I see now that your visions, and these spirits, are Force given gifts that should be treasured."
Obi-wan swallowed hard as his eyes began to burn slightly. "I don't think the Council is going to see it that way." He said, instead of voicing all the confusing thoughts rioting inside his mind.
Master Jinn chuckled. "Since when have I ever given you the impression that the Council and I see eye to eye?"
Obi-wan let out a wet sounding laugh. "My mistake, Master."
The man's eyes filled with warmth and he motioned Obi-wan closer. Bringing his pillow with him Obi-wan sat next to his master and wasn't surprised when he was pulled in for a comforting hug.
"Let me deal with the Council. I believe you had a vision to relay to me?"
Obi-wan smiled as he wiped away the budding tears. "I do. It starts with a collar-"
After relaying the dream vision to his master he nibbled on his lower lip and waited for the verdict.
"…you say that the being in your vision, the body you were inhabiting, was speaking Mando'a and one of the slavers called them a Mandalorian?" The man stroked his beard in thought.
"That's correct, Master. And I feel like I recognize the star system as well. It was familiar to me. I'd have to look at the star charts but I think I could narrow down their position." He said earnestly. "Master… I… I think I know who it was."
Master Jinn's head tilted slightly, a sign of curiosity and that he was listening intently. "Who do you think it was?"
"The Mand'alor." He said honestly. "They are someone Manda is very focused on finding so I think this was a glimpse of their location." He waited for judgment as his master let out a hum.
"I think you may be right." He said after a moment. "It stands to reason that after being possessed by a powerful Force entity that anything connected to them would be easier for you to sense. Especially if the spirit is actively searching."
Obi-wan stared for a long moment before something in his heart eased and a smile crossed his face. "Exactly, Master! Now… what do we do with this information?" He knew what he wanted to do with it, what Manda would want him to do, but having input from his master was also important.
"I think it would be best to alert the Duke to the possibility we may have a lead on the Mand'alor. I'll leave it up to your discretion whether you tell them it came from a vision or not. Although if they believe it was a vision granted by the Force entity-"
"Manda." Obi-wan corrected, before his mouth clacked shut and his face flushed slightly in embarrassment.
Master Jinn looked mildly surprised but nodded in understanding. "Manda. I believe if the Mandalorians think the vision came from Manda then they will be more inclined to believe it."
"I'll speak with Alor Kryze then. What about you Master?"
Master Jinn smiled, his eyes alight with mischief. "You worry about what to tell the Duke and his people. I believe I have a report to make to the Council."
Obi-wan couldn't help grinning in response. For the first time he might have actually agreed with his master thumbing his nose at the Council. Then again it was in his own defense. He'd be a bit daft to not appreciate it this time.
"Let us meditate together for a little while. Once we're done we can get to our separate tasks."
"Yes Master, it sounds like a plan."
He didn't know what his Master had told the Council, but the anger and indignation he'd felt along their bond meant that something must have been said. He wondered if they had said something about him, or maybe they just didn't appreciate how the mission had gone so awry. Either way he wasn't certain he wanted to know or not, and Master Jinn didn't seem all that inclined to tell him.
It was probably for the best.
After the meditation session with his Master, which had been very relaxing and reaffirmed their bond, he asked one of the Mandalorian guards standing outside their quarters if they could bring him to the Alor. The other he asked if they could show his Master to the conference comm room to make a call.
It was both satisfying and nerve wracking how quickly they complied with his polite requests- as if they were orders. Master Jinn sent along a feeling much like a reassuring hug down their bond and he let his mind be enveloped with it, bleeding off the anxiety into the Force.
It took maybe five minutes to explain what he'd seen, and the information he'd gained from his dream-vision. Alor Kryze was quiet for a moment before he smiled. "You truly are a gift from the Ka'ra. Let me get someone to help you look over the star charts and we can narrow down the location."
Once again Obi-wan was surprised by how quickly someone was to believe his words. It was a conflicting sense of bitterness, that no one had listened before, and joy.
There were a few who were wary of him and his words, one being Alor Kryze's aide and the other being his elder daughter. He wasn't sure what he'd said for the young woman to go from finding him attractive to finding his presence unacceptable but he had no time to parse it out.
Manda had given him a mission and he would see it through to his best abilities.
As he was looking through the star charts he thought he felt a presence once more and looked around, only to see nothing there. Then something unexpected happened. The charts started to flicker past his eyes on their own accord, as if someone else were in control of the system. He stood, transfixed, as the information flashed across the screen faster and faster until it finally stopped- right on the star system from his dream.
"This… this is it. This is the system I saw." He said, voice barely above a whisper in the silent room.
The Mandalorian who had been sent to assist him was giving off waves of awe and some fear, which to be fair Obi-wan was also experiencing.
'…go swiftly, young Speaker. May the Force be with you.' Whirling around he scanned the room both with his eyes and the Force but there was no one there besides the Mandalorian next to him.
"Did you hear that-?" He asked.
"Hear what, Speaker?" They looked around the room as well but after a moment they turned and shrugged at him.
"Never mind, then. Anyway, this is the star system. We should get this to Alor Kryze quickly. Something tells me that we have a very short window of time." The Mandalorian nodded before downloading the information to a datapad, and Obi-wan would really have to start remembering names since it seemed rude to just refer to them as 'Mandalorian.'
It took surprisingly little time for Alor Kryze to have everything ready for a rescue attempt. It was nice to know that the Mandalorians were just as disgusted by slavery as the Jedi were, regardless of who was enslaved.
He was asked to go as well but something in the Force warned him that it would be best not to. It had to be the Mand'alor's people who rescued them, not a Jedi.
So instead he and Master Jinn remained on Mandalore.
On the third day someone asked him if he would like a tour of Keldabe, and to see Manda's Temple. There was no reason to object so he took them up on the offer. Master Jinn suggested he stay behind in Sundari in case there was word or something happened that required his input.
His guide, Ruusan Vhehn, was a cheerful woman with a rambunctious disposition. Everywhere they went she introduced him as Speaker Kenobi, which he was both embarrassed and pleased by. Feeling the hostility of those around him turn to awe and excitement was certainly an interesting experience. Especially considering it was normally the other way around.
It took them some time to get to the Temple but the moment they got close he could feel its presence. It shone in the force in a myriad of colors, as vibrant as the people of Mandalore. For a Temple dedicated to a Deity who ruled over not only an entire System but a Belief, it looked surprisingly humble.
"This is the main entrance. A lot of it is underground and connected to outbuildings." Ruusan explained as they walked up the carved stone steps. "It's built to be a last stronghold should Keldabe be attacked, as unlikely as that is."
Ah, well that made sense. Seeing as Manda was a very warrior-like spirit.
Heading inside they were stopped by someone in armor that was surprisingly reminiscent of Manda's own. Almost as if someone had seen the greater spirit then tried to emulate their armor to the best of their abilities.
"Who comes to kneel before Manda?" The guard asked firmly, though they didn't try to stop either of them from coming inside.
"I, Ruusan of Clan Vhehn, come to kneel before Manda. With me is Speaker Kenobi, Chosen by Manda." The woman said firmly, the words sounding almost ritualistic in their delivery.
The guard stiffened before turning fully towards him and placing a hand against their chest plate. "It is an honor to once again have a Speaker grace the Temple with their presence. Let me be the first to welcome you Home, Speaker Kenobi." They said in hushed awe and unfettered joy, bowing slightly to humble themselves.
Obi-wan flushed all the way to his ears, he could feel the heat of it, and hoped that no one commented. He cleared his throat, glancing at Ruusan for a hint of what to do or say.
'The honor is shared, as we are all children of Manda.' It was the voice from before, this time much clearer.
"Th-the honor is shared, as we are all children of Manda." He repeated, much to the surprised delight of the guard.
"Someone will be free to escort you to the Inner Sanctuary as soon as possible." They said politely before turning to Ruusan. "Your vod is resting currently but has been doing well after their healing sessions. If you wish to stick around they should be up again in about ten minutes or so."
He could feel a mix of hope, old grief, and joy from the woman next to him. "Thank you. I'll just stick with Speaker Kenobi for now."
The guard's helmet tilted downward slightly in disapproval. "You know the law, you may not follow the Speaker into the Inner Sanctuary."
"That's no problem." Obi-wan smiled, cutting in and feeling only a little bad about it. "I will wait with Ruusan in the public areas of the Temple until their vod can see them." He had the vague sense that suddenly ditching Ruusan would be not only rude but would somehow be dishonorable, although he didn't know why he felt that.
"Understood, Speaker." The guard said, placing their hand to their chest plate once more and stepping back into their alcove.
"This way, Speaker Kenobi." Ruusan said, motioning to the end of the small hall.
As they were walking he could see where the ancient stone had grooves for what seemed to be well hidden blast doors. The Temple really was part fortress, wasn't it?
Coming out into a large room his eyes went wide at the statue of what was clearly Manda. It stood about twelve feet tall in a triumphant pose, one hand on a long spear and the other holding a sword raised in victory. Around the room in small alcoves were much smaller statuettes of what appeared to be Mandalorian warriors.
Ruusan seemed to notice where he was looking and grinned. "These are the past Mand'alore. Although some of their names have been lost we still have these images to remember them by. As the saying goes- I remember you so you are eternal."
Obi-wan wasn't certain why that struck a note within him but it sounded very close to the Jedi's philosophy of becoming one with the Force after death.
"How do you decide what statues to include?" He asked. "Have there never been any false Mand'alore?"
Ruusan's expression darkened and she looked around, as if hoping no one else had overheard his question. She stepped closer. "I'll explain but you may want to be careful about that topic right now. You do know we're on the brink of civil war, right? Well part of that is because Tor Vizsla declared themselves Mand'alor over Jaster Mereel. Without a Speaker no one could say one way or the other who was the rightful Mand'alor as both had a… fairly equal claim. The same with the current Mand'alor Jango Fett. But now that we have you we can ask Manda who the rightful Mand'alor was before Fett. The news should sway anyone who hasn't picked a side yet and I think that a lot of people are going to defect from Kyr'tsad when they realize that Manda has chosen Fett over Vizsla."
Obi-wan nodded solemnly. It seemed that the system was far more unstable than they'd been told. He'd have to let his master know so he could warn the Council.
"I'll keep that in mind." He said as he looked up at the statue of Manda.
The two of them walked around the large space for a time, avoiding those who were knelt in prayer out of respect.
It was interesting to see what kinds of offerings were made to Manda. He didn't think they would have such a practice.
"The offerings of food and drink actually go to the Vencuyanii Clan, since they spend their entire lives guarding and serving the Temple. Anyone can join the Vencuyanii Clan, as long as they dedicate themselves to serving Manda with their entire soul. Someone born into the Vencuyanii can also leave if they wish, though I've heard it happens very rarely. They aren't banned from having families or anything either, though their duties to Manda and the Temple always come first before that of their spouses and children."
It was an interesting concept and reminded him of the rumours he'd heard about the Jedi Corps members. Hushed rumours that no one ever spoke about openly.
Time seemed to fly by as he listened to Ruusan relay information about the different Mand'alors of the past and how they each got their Title. He noticed one of the guards hurrying towards them, only to stop and tap their chest. He was beginning to realize that since Mandalorians didn't like bowing to one another, normally, this was their version of a respectful gesture.
"Is there something you need from us?" He asked politely.
"Apprentice Goran Vhehn is up and ready to speak with you, Warrior Vhehn." They said, inclining their head towards Ruusan.
Ruusan smiled brightly. "Would you like to meet my cousin, Speaker Kenobi? Myles is a very down to earth vod and 'Im sure he'd be ecstatic to hear abut our search for the Mand'alor, they were close friends after all."
Obi-wan smiled but shook his head. "I think I'll let you and your vod have some time alone together. I… feel something in the Force pulling me onward."
The woman looked at him quietly for a moment before nodding. "I hereby relinquish my duty of guide and bodyguard to the Temple. I do not set down my burden lightly, but with the understanding that it is not my place." Again it almost sounded ritualistic. It was in the cadence of the words spoken, almost like a mantra.
"We, the Guardians of the Temple, shall take this burden upon ourselves. Go with honor, Warrior Vhehn." Was the response, just as formal.
Obi-wan felt a familiar shiver run down his spine. It was so similar to how the Jedi Temple Guards spoke, it was almost eerie.
After Ruusan left he turned to the Guard and gave them a polite smile. "If you could lead me to the Inner Sanctuary, I would be most grateful."
The Guard seemed mildly taken aback but inclined their helm, tapping their chest once more. There was a pleased sense of rightness about them as they spoke. "If you would follow me?"
They went deeper into the Temple, passing many rooms whose purpose were sometimes easy to understand and other times baffling. Some he passed had medical suites installed and looked to be used to help those in need. Others looked to be some kind of meditation room, where groups gathered to sit in silent contemplation. A few had rooms with large circles engraved deeply into the floor, one of which was occupied by two warriors in the middle of a bloody brawl and a small gathering of audience members who were shouting encouragement. There was also a Guard in attendance, watching everything with the air of duty, honor, and wariness.
It was very odd.
"Speaker Kenobi." He shifted focus when he heard someone call his name. It was a being of indeterminate gender in a mix of Mandalorian styled tunics and armor. Their armor was pure unpainted beskar engraved with designs that evoked a kind of timelessness to them. He startled when he realized that one of their bracers had a familiar buzz of kyber.
His eyes went wide when he realized that the Mandalorian before him was Force Sensitive.
"I can feel your surprise, Speaker. But many of those who come to the Vencuyanii can hear or feel the whispers of the Ka'ra. We choose to serve Manda rather than the Force that the Jetiise serve."
Obi-wan slowly nodded in understanding, still reeling at this new revelation. Of course, he should have suspected it. The Force didn't discriminate when it came to those who could use it and those who couldn't. The Mandalore Sector was fairly large so the chance of their being Force Sensitives was not zero.
"If you will come with me? There is someone who wishes to see you."
Obi-wan cocked his head to the side as he followed the… servant? Aide? Guide? "Who could want to see me who is also allowed inside the Inner Sanctuary?" He wondered aloud. "Alor Kryze said that only I, as Speaker, the Vencuyanii, and the Mand'alor were allowed inside."
The servant gave him a secretive smile as they walked into an open and very homey space.
"Who indeed, young Speaker." The voice from before rumbled through the room, deep and warm.
Stopping in his tracks he stared at the shimmery form of an armored being that was at least two feet taller than himself. They wore armor and a long cloak yet on their belt he could see the hilt of a lightsaber. "It is a pleasure to meet you Speaker of Manda, Padawan of Corus'canta Jedai, and child of the Force."
Obi-wan swallowed down his panic and slipped his hands into his sleeves to bow like a proper padawan should. After all this being felt powerful in the same way a seasoned Master or Councilor did. "Master." He said in response.
The being chuckled and came to stand before him. "Rise, young padawan. We are equals here." They said warmly.
Obi-wan lifted his head and stared up into bright amber eyes. "To whom am I speaking?" He asked, even though he had a good idea as to their identity.
"I am the spirit of Tarre Vizsla, Speaker of Manda, Master of the Jedi Order, and Mand'alor the Star Touched."
Yeah… that's what he'd thought. Just wait until he told Master Jinn about this.
"It is an honor to meet you. But if you don't mind my asking, why are you still here?" It may have seemed impertinent but he was honestly curious.
The being drew themselves up, their aura turning somber. "I had a vision that the next Speaker of Manda would be one who had no knowledge of our shared gift and chose to remain for the time when they would appear. I am here as a teacher, and as one who understands the burden you now carry." They placed a hand on his shoulder and it was surprisingly solid. "We have much work to do before the Mand'alor returns. You cannot meet them as a Jetii, to do so could bring ruin upon our shared peoples. You must meet them as a Speaker if we are to succeed." With that they turned away and walked further into the room, kneeling on a carpet across from a meditation pillow.
"Succeed… succeed at what?" He asked as he knelt across from the, for lack of a better word, ghost.
"Stopping the Sith from tearing the galaxy asunder and erasing both the Jetiise and the Mando'ade from existence."