![]() ![]() Vhonte had only then put together Dononter Minor and its ever-toxic biosphere with the fear-tales told around drinks on long hyperspace trips about the Unconquered, who occupy a quasi-mythic role in Mandalorian history for being the only people to actively throw the Crusades off their planet -repeatedly- and then not be remotely interested in joining them in conquering their neighbours. ![]() Partly because she had been personally singled out as Mandalorian and her employer really hadn’t minded that at all, seeing as allowing several orange-wearing scholars to ‘borrow’ her for two days running had definitely improved the general amenability of the yellow-wearing silk merchants it had turned out that the Donontans have many cultural relics dating back to the Mandalorian Crusades and had wanted her perspective on some of them as a member of the same culture. However the funeral had only been the first three days of the job -opening arrangements and discussion of the service, the service itself and then the interment of the processed remains on day three- and the following week had been rather more nerve-racking. There had also been tasteful floral decorations that certain other members of the party had made off with for their value as poisons everything that lives and grows on Dononter Minor is toxic, the local sentients included. Complimentary spacer-friendly food, even, so they’d actually been able to eat it. The kona officiating had very clearly been aware of the dead people’s cultural practices as well as their personal beliefs, the ceremony had been short and tasteful and there’d been complimentary food. The uneasy part is that it was a good funeral. Not that she cares what happens to her body once she’s marched on without it, but she dislikes the idea of an employer profiting from her corpse without paying her or her clan for it. Yes, the money was good, but not that good. Vhonte has not accepted another contract with the silk business since then. It was in fact on Vhonte’s contract with that particular employer that if she died, her armour and back-pay would be shipped to a contact of her choosing, but her body would be interred on Dononter Minor. And by far the cheapest readily available organic material in the galaxy? Dead people. So, if you are a business-minded sapient wanting to export Donontan armour-silk to the wider galaxy, you need to include alongside your payment an equal mass of organic material. This has some isolating side-effects -like the planet being stubbornly self-sufficient in terms of foodstuffs and industry- and also some deeply strange ones, of which the Donotan funeral industry is a part. Specifically for a funeral: Donontans have some really wild beliefs about their planet and its soul, so won’t export anything off-planet unless equal comparable mass and material -organic or inorganic depending- is offered in exchange along with the credits. Vhonte, unlike her di’kut colleagues, has actually been to Dononter Minor, if only once as part of a mercenary job. ![]() ← Previous Work Part 6 of Seire Kari, Horrible Goose Jedi Next Work → Stats: Published: Completed: Words: 68985 Chapters: 9/9 Comments: 343 Kudos: 741 Bookmarks: 102 Hits: 15085 That's Not How The Force Works (Star Wars).Original Mandalorian Characters (Star Wars). ![]()
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