Location: Aboard the Midnight
Objective: Board the Fortressa
Enemies: Adron Malvern (Soon)
"So you are going to Tanaab, to stand with the United Clans against the Confederacy?"
"I am. They call for aid and I will answer. The Sith Empire honors its agreements. That is not the only reason I go."
"Why then? What other reason is there?"
"Tanaab is locked in the cold embrace of death. Mandalorians, confederates, they will all live and they will all die on this day. It doesn't matter to me who but Death will have what he is due."
Already the drums of war thundered across the landscape of the fertile breadbasket known as Tanaab. The familiar sounds and sights of war were visible everywhere, the very skies abovc were filled with a lightshow of different radiant colors from the reds and greens of laser fire to the blueish glow of proton torpedos. Even the bright orange plumes of explosions that rocked the hulls of starships and turned starfighters into burning hulks. The vast fleet of the confederate invaders smashed into the curtain wall of the staunch defenses manned by the sons and daughters of Mandalore, and chaos ensued. None of them would ever see the singular black hued shuttle that already hid in the system before it vanished from view. The Midnight was the perfect specimen of cutting edge stealth technology when its systems were active it was completely and totally invisible from any form of detection software, sensors.
It moved along the edge of the assembled fleets and cut above them, taking great care to avoid starfighters and stray salvos of weaponry from the armaments of ships and defensive platforms. The vessel approached the fleet of the Confederacy and as expected it was completely ignored as it passed over the vessels taking point, it didn't even exist to them. This one vessel carried a passenger like no other. Inside stood an enormous giant whose height reached a staggering two and a half meters tall, his entire body encased in a suit of impossibly large armor, far too heavy for any average man, a heavy lightsaber clasped at his side held a held a reinforced hilt at least three feet long, a series of wicked spikes on the back end of the device. All around him was a swirling maelstrom of dark side energy the very shadows grew longer with his very presence, the darkness smothering out the light surrounding this Dark Titan. Just to stand before him felt like one was transported far too deep beneath the surface of the ocean, a palpable pressure just from being near him.
A storm of fear, madness swirled around him if it weren't for the shuttles complement of Epicanthix they too might've sucuumbed to the unrestrained aura of the Shadow Hand. In the darkness of the shuttle he silently waited while his gaze peered far beyond its walls, he fed off of the emotional hurricane erupting around him drew from the fear, sorrow, pain, he drained it all into his great reservoirs of energy. He could see their final moments play out in his mind be it defenders of the Mandalorians or living crew of the Confederates die, the pain as ships and fighters blew up, as fire tore their very bodies apart, it sent souls screaming into the maw of the Netherworld. The giant didn't so much as move until the ship passed a screen of starfighters darting out of the cavernous circular hangar bay of the Fortressa, as it swept deep through the huge hangar until it found a remote place to land concealed towards the back end. The ship landed without so much as a thud, the ramp quietly descending and out from nothing came the complement of Crownguard he brought with him.
There were only a few crew tucked in this isolated location and the Crownguard neutralized the droids before their optical receptors could even register the crimson armored warriors who seemingly appeared from out of thin air. While the guards took position the giant took his first steps onto the Fortressa.
Wherever he went death and destruction tended to follow, and this day would be no exception.
Edited by Darth Prazutis, 12 July 2019 - 09:33 AM.