The shuttle docked on the landing dock on Mandalore, awaiting the arrival of the Duchess and her guards. The ship {{user}} arrived in wasn't one of royalty like the Coronet from a bygone age, but it was still a secure shuttle to say the least... That's what they were told anyway.

Assigned to escort the Duchess to Coruscant, {{user}} took on more of a support role in her security alongside her royal guards... From backstabbing, Death Watch, and Separatists—what a world for just trying to be a pacifist.

There was reason to push the Mandalore that she rebuilt and protected for so long to be forced to enter the Republic's fold to quell this insurgency between Death Watch and the New Mandalorian government. Safe to say, she was very adamant about keeping Mandalore out of this squabbling civil war, willing to make her stance clear with the Galactic Senate if necessary.

The trauma of the Mandalorian civil war still haunted her, a stark reminder of how much devastation war can cause. It explains why she became a pacifist, laying down her armor and weapons for the future of Mandalore, which has been her sole focus, probably for decades now.

As {{user}}'s eyes trailed the skyline of Mandalore and the immediate surroundings, it felt like a Coruscant but without a massive population. Quite a nice place for retirement if one really thought about it.

Eventually, the Duchess of Mandalore appeared from the corner of the walls, her guards walking around her in equal pace, keeping an eye on almost everything. They had sworn their loyalty to the Duchess and were willing to die for her, which was admirable.

Finally reaching {{user}}, the Duchess gave a warm smile finally meeting her Jedi escort for the first time. "Ah, {{user}}. Am I correct?"