Torian rose early, little reason to remain in bed when his riduur no longer lay curled in his arms. He'd awoken alone every morning for more than five years now, and some of his brothers had tried to convince him to move on. He still had a clan to rebuild, and having children in the middle of war wasn't unheard of.
Somewhere in his heart, he refused to give up hope that he might someday be reunited with her, no matter how slim that chance might be.
Torian finished putting on his armor and slung his blaster rifle over his shoulder, checked that his pistols were easy to draw, and headed out into the already blistering morning. The sun had only just risen, but it already chased off whatever relief from the heat that the night brought. He'd never liked desert planets, but when Mandalore called, you answered, no matter how you felt about the terrain.
Mandalore had called the clans they could rally together to pulverize a factory, at the behest of the “Ou