A shift in the epic tide of conflict rose like a great swathing wave to crash upon the shores of the Mandalorian people. This warrior culture had been dealt a harsh blow, which only served to draw out their ire and focus is on a traitorous vod who had aligned himself with the very thing that these warriors had taken up arms against. Their Liberator taken and their brother's defection fanned the flames of glorious war! They would not sit silent, they would not weather this storm with implacable calm.
They would fight, they would conquer - they would not go quietly into that good night. This was a day of reckoning!
Thunder broke above the city planet, the unnatural roar of sonic booms ripped across the atmosphere of Cinnagar. What had been silence of the Mandalorian people had been broken and shattered. A singular god-like shout of war tore through the heavens, challenging those that dare twist what had once been their own. An army had come, storming the capital city with ranks of iron skinned warriors as far as the eye could see drawing up on the horizon and declaring this city their point of contention to the very edge of Sith space. The Republic's influence circled them on all sides, and yet it was the Mandalorian people that had answered their acts on Coruscant with a full fledged invasion drawing them out, and demanding recompense for the crimes against the Mando'ade.
Great throaty chants of war echoed on the mouths of the united clans. Mando'a synced from lip to lip, issuing their arrival as every soldier took in great stride the trade planet. There was no stealth, there was no guile here. The Sith would see them coming, and they would meet this force head on. Comet like objects ripped from the sky, leaving in their wake a trail of fire in the atmosphere as metal born creatures cratered onto the permacrete of the city streets with a deafening boom kicking up dust and rubble in their wake. Invasion had come to Empress Teta. Their new Dark Lord had intentions of union, but there would be no siding with those that had once desecrated their home world.
Location: Cinnagar: capital city streets
The call to battle was never ignored - and so much the more now that a personally vested vendetta rested heavy upon the Field Marshal's mind. The events of Coruscant still etched firmly on his mind as he had watched his Liberator perish at the hands of the enemy. The fuel of anger raged within the half-blood as his squad descended to the planet's surface. On the backs of the mighty Bes'uliik war droids, Field Marshals descended upon the city, entering into the fray with a determination and resolve that would not yield. He'd made a promise to finish what the Sith had started, and he was going to make good on his word. The call of Mand'alor rallying not only those on Keldabe, but all the vode across all the Galaxy had come to draw into this war. The mechanized roar of hundreds of laser cannons tearing across the first lines of infantry as the Sith troopers would meet the growing mass of iron skinned warriors.
"Ib'tuur jatne tuur ash'ad kyr'amur, vod!" Azrael exclaimed to his own squadron of soldiers who came to confront the enemy. "For Mand'alor!" The shout rang out and was echoed back time and time again in massive bravado echoing from their ranks. Gilamar had risen to face this threat with the vode, and ordered the strike on this newly claimed world of the One Sith empire. Their new Dark Lord, Jasper Ordo - now labeled dar'manda by not only the deceased Liberator but by their own Mand'alor and thus the Mando'ade. Tension and turmoil had plaguged the vode with that discovery, and many were torn between friend and foe alike. How could he have done this to them? Turn his back on everything he had sworn and then have the gall to say it was for the best. It would not stand.
The Mandalorians however were not fools to simply think their bravado could stand alone against the might of the Sith armies. They were a people of sound strategy and had been warriors destroying their enemies for thousands of years. Transparisteel nutrient packs clung to the backs of many of the vode, holding within them live Ysalamir to repel the default weapon of the Sith, and keep their powers out of the equation. They would storm Teta and draw the line in which the Sith would no longer cross save for the fallen corpses that would line the battlefield this day.