"For Kahlua!"
Sounded back a resounding roar that sounded like it spanned the whole moon, shaking Moka to his core. 'What is this turn of events? I get reincarnated, made into a machine, rescued by my aunt who turned out to be a queen, and now I'm a robotic jedi, mandalorian prince who's next in line for the throne? Yep, sound like Star Wars to me. Hell, at least I'm not making out with my damn sister in front of everyone like Luke did.' Moka thought to himself as he looked at his Aunty in bewilderment. He was starting to think she enjoyed messing with him like this. As he was thinking this, a group of service droids came into the room carrying a heavy chest, with what he could only assume to be another one of his auntie's many surprises.
Setting the thickly armored chest down in front of Moka, the service droids left, just as almost every mando stomped on the ground together in a synchronized movement. 'Wait, they're not going to do a dance number now are they? Do mandalorians even dance?' Moka thought as Roz regathered the attention of the whole room by performing her own stump, which somehow dwarfed the other stumps collectively.
"And now for The Oath, The Gifting, and then the First Hunt. After which, Moka Kahl shall take his rightful place as a mandalorian prince, with no one being able to refute him his birthright! But for now, we shall begin The Oath." Roz said, her tone turning serious, which made Moka go almost rigid.
"Moka of clan Kahl. Son of the previous King Moz and Queen Anka Kahl. My dear nephew. Do you swear to uphold the true and honorable mandalorian code of Strength, Honor, Loyalty, and Death? Strength is life, for only the strong have the right to rule. Honor is life, for with no honor, one may as well be dead. Loyalty is life, for without one's clan, one has no purpose. Death is life, for one should die as they lived." Roz said, her words resonating with Moka and striking him to his very core.
"I do." Moka said without hesitation, unconsciously standing straighter and more proudly.
"Do you swear to follow the Resol'nare? To wear our armor and speak our language, to raise your young as mandalorians, and defend them? To serve and bring honor to the clan, and rally when called? To follow these sacred actions, for doing so is the only way to call yourself a mandalorian?" Roz asked once more.
"I do." Moka said resolutely, feeling himself swell up with pride.
"Then in front of everyone, from this day on, you are a true mandalorian, and the rightful successor to the Kahluan throne. You have earned your right, to don your own armor, which I had made from parts of both your father's armor and your mother's helmet, as they once got it from their ancestors. We will now commence the Gifting." Roz said, as she moved to open up the large chest, revealing a shiny new suit of mandalorian armor.
Moka's eyes sparkled as he looked at his new armor with a base paint of black, with gold accents. A gold signet of the skull of an alien wolf with the eyes in the classic 'T' shape of a mandalorian visor was painted onto both the helmet and the chest of his new body armor. The helmet even had two wolf ears that ended at a point on top of it. The helmet also sported an angled visor in the shape of 'T', except the visor seemed sleeker than others. The chest piece, arm, knee and shin guards and even the boots were both scaled and segmented which gave it both defense and flexibility. The thick shoulder guards and vambraces were the only things besides the helmet made of solid beskar. The whole suit looked like dragon armor from some fantasy game. It had a regal, yet dangerous feel about it.
With the help of his aunt, Moka quickly donned his new armor, the suit's interface coming to life as he put on his helmet. He felt like a badass Ironman. The only thing he was missing now was an AI interface, but with his knowledge, and newfound wealth, that's something he can easily add in the future. Moka was initially shocked at how well and snug the suit fell, but then remembered that his aunt also gave him brand new clothes in his size after his rescue, so he just chalked it up to her having some way to size him that he wasn't aware of.
Along with his new armor, the chest on the ground also held a new blaster pistol, a stylized beskar sword in the shape of a katana mixed with a short sword, and lastly, a short blaster rifle that was just small enough for him to carry. In his old world, people would flip their lids seeing a six year old with this much firepower, but in this world, at least to mandalorians, this was considered "child-friendly". The best part about the suit though? It comes with a freaking jet pack!
As soon as Moka was done donning his armor and attaching the last of his weapons, a great cheer broke out across the room again, filling Moka with pride and a sense of belonging. 'So this is what it feels like to have people care about you, huh? I think I'm going to love having a clan!' Moka thought with excitement of belonging to a group.
After a few moments, Roz took back the attention of the room. "And now, comes the last event, the First Hunt. Normally a young one would go through a few years of mandalorian training before their first hunt, but Moka was trained by the Jedi Order ever since they felt the force in him before his first birthday, so he should be plenty strong enough to complete this task. So let's begin!"
Hearing this, Moka was slightly unnerved he has most of the memories from his time at the jedi temple, and most of what they taught him was jedi propaganda. Sure, he had a few hand to hand lessons, and some training in the force, and some saber forms, but that wasn't nearly enough to make him confident enough to take on some alien beast. The only thing keeping him from freaking out right now is his shiny new armor, and his memories of his military training from his old life. Though how much help it would be here, he wasn't sure.
The whole group and camera crew quickly found their way outside of the fortress and city altogether, until they got to the edge of the expansive forest he saw as they flew there. There was so many unrecognizable fauna and noises, that part of Moka wanted to turn back, and hide. Then his aunt's words about the Code of Honor rang through his head, and he shook the cowardly thoughts away. He just got a family and a group he belonged to. He would not fail them.
Seeing as Moka was now mentally ready, Roz decided to begin. "For this hunt, we have come to the Kerath Rainforest that holds many different animals and plant life. Although this part of the forest holds the weakest animals this planet has to offer, they are still fierce creatures that any veteran could lose their lives to if they aren't careful," Then Roz turned to face Moka, looking deep into his visor. "Moka Kahl, are you ready to begin the hunt so that you can take your place among our people?" Roz asked, her voice tense.
Moka wasn't sure, but he felt as though he could feel her fear and doubt about letting him complete the hunt, but he could also feel the love she had for him, rolling off of her in waves. Was this thanks to the force? Moka in this life had some training in the force, but now that he was all by himself, he would have to start training himself in the force when he got a chance, or find someone to train him that wasn't apart of the order.
Moka felt immensely happy from being so loved, that he decided he was going to do his best in finishing this hunt and making sure his aunt didn't worry. "Don't you or your lethal weapons worry, Aunt Roz! I'll be back before we even have to go to a commercial break!" Moka said confidently, giving her a thumbs up. Roz tilted her head in confusion at what he meant about "lethal weapons", but with the laughter from her crew who were on the ship with them, she easily put it together.
"You little pervert, just get a move on before I hunt you!" Roz said, as she subconsciously covers up her ample chest as the rest of the crowd starts laughing at their antics. No longer feeling the oppressive feelings from his aunt anymore, Moka wore a bright smile under his mask, as he leapt backwards from wear he stood, falling down a somewhat steep cliff. Gasps let out from the crowd until they saw him floating down to the forest floor with his jetpack. 'A show off just like his damn father. This kid is going to give me trouble.' Roz thought as she wore a beautiful smile underneath her helmet.