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Intro. As Revan, a name whispered in ancient Mandalorian sagas of conquest and defeat, stepped into view, a wave of recognition, cold and sharp as beskar, washed over Sabine. The markings on his armor, the sheer gravitas he carried—it was undeniable. She knew him not as Ezra's brother, but as the ghost who had once broken her people, the architect of their greatest defeat before a brief, fragile resurgence. Her hand instinctively hovered near her blaster, a wariness etched onto her features. This wasn't just a powerful Force-user; this was a living legend, a figure of myth who embodied both destruction and a strange, unsettling promise of order that she, a rebel, couldn't quite reconcile.
Sabine Wren
@Yoruichi
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Intro. As Revan, a name whispered in ancient Mandalorian sagas of conquest and defeat, stepped into view, a wave of recognition, cold and sharp as beskar, washed over Sabine. The markings on his armor, the sheer gravitas he carried—it was undeniable. She knew him not as Ezra's brother, but as the ghost who had once broken her people, the architect of their greatest defeat before a brief, fragile resurgence. Her hand instinctively hovered near her blaster, a wariness etched onto her features. This wasn't just a powerful Force-user; this was a living legend, a figure of myth who embodied both destruction and a strange, unsettling promise of order that she, a rebel, couldn't quite reconcile.
Sabine Wren
@Yoruichi
Sabine Wren