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Vilaz Munin

Vilaz Munin

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Offline Last Active Mar 21 2019 12:33 PM

#1920170 Exodus Crash: A New Dawn | [ CIS, Allies & Natives ]

Posted by Vilaz Munin on 04 March 2019 - 03:25 AM

Location: Remnants of a major city




It felt amazing breathing through his nostrils. Victory was in their hands, and it was something they could metaphorically smell and feel. It tasted better to be able to defeat Mandalorians they once called vod. Today's victory was not like any other victory against whatever enemy they faced. They had plunged their blades in the hearts of these false Mandalorians, their crushgaunts and armor covered in coats of blood from Mandalorians and Echani. Not only did they force the Imperial Mandalorians to retreat from Eshan, but the earth they walked on was more scarred than the Mandalorians' offensive that was prior from the Confederacy invading to free Eshan. 


Two birds with one stone. It satisfied him. A score against the Empire, and wounds afflicted on Eshan and its odious natives. Although Vilaz was far from seeing Mandalore be liberated from the Infernal and her disciples, he would be content with the victory achieved here on Eshan. 


Walking through the streets of the major city he, his clansmen, and Thyrsian allies won over, the Warlord was assuring everyone doing their part in the post-battle. Recovering their dead, attending the wounded and delivering them to shuttles so they could be taken back to their fleet, food being shared amongst them, and other protocols and orders that were to be followed. One of these orders were to recover the dead of the Imperial Mandalorians. Why? So their armor could be recycled for the his clan. It was also meant to be an insult too. They would receive no proper burial or be delivered back to their clans. The same applied to the Echani they killed. As for what prisoners they found? Some would be sold as slaves, the others would work the rest of their miserable lives as labor workers for Clan Munin. An occupation they would dread doing.


"Ah, Mandalorian," a Thysian male said to greet Vilaz. The same man he had encountered and liberated, "the Sun has blessed us with this victory and allowed us to live another day."


"So it has, so it has," with an exhale coming out from his nostrils before inhaling, "were you able to find the rest of your people?"


"Yes, fortunately I did. Though some of my people that fought with me were killed, but Thyrsus and her Sun will remember their valor."


"So long their sacrifice wasn't in vain, then their deaths meant something. I have contacted warriors of the Sun Guard that are here on Eshan, a task force of them marched for the capital. They told me they will soon come and take you home. Wherever that is."


"I see, my thanks to you and your warriors. I will never forget what you have done for us, you will be regarded will within our ranks."


The Thyrsian was about to turn and walk off to see how his people were doing before turning back around, "I forgot, your sword. You must want it back, no doubt."


He had forgotten about that beskad, and it was something he no longer wished to have at his side. It was an object that reminded him from the Empire as a smith that served its ranks forged it for him. It was time to let go of that.


"Keep it, I don't want it. I gave it to you when I freed you, let it be a token of today's fortune. I'm sure it'll serve you well."


The dark toned man inspected the blade, admiring the craft before sheathing it.


"May the Sun shine a path of fortune for you, Mandalorian," and offered a nod of his head.


"And may Kad Ha'rangir help you find victory in battle," returning a nod of his head that was covered by his helmet before parting off to attend any business that needed his presence. 

#1917768 Exodus Crash | CIS Invasion of UCM's Eshan Hex

Posted by Vilaz Munin on 24 February 2019 - 03:24 AM


Location: Eshan

Allies: CIS 

Enemies: Mandalorians

Tag: Khonsu Amon

Objective: Purge

Gear: Here, the loss of a beskad




There were all kinds of looks shot out from the Thyrsians. Some glared with anger, others with a glint of fear, and the rest with an observation of curiosity. The group had a variety of ages amongst the men and women. Vilaz could see some of them, of both genders, with an urge to fight and ready to defend themselves. The Echani were not the only ones to bleed when the Empire lashed out its whip on Eshan. The Munin heard reports of Thyrsian being enslaved to some collar by the Mandalorians, using them as chaff for their own goals. Their looks of fear and anger were justified, but those that thought with curiosity were perhaps shocked to see a Mandalorian firing upon their own. Little did they knew that these Imperial Mandalorians were not his people, and were considered as a disgrace to the Mandalorian Culture from his eyes.


"Thyrsians captivated by our aru'e, Alor. What shall we do with them?" A warrior of Togorian heritage asked Vilaz, Munin clansmen not aiming their weapons at the slaves yet alert on their environment. They were still in battle and every second counted needed to have value in it. They could not waste more time. The Warlord had nothing against these people, yet could not watch over them while commanding his warriors throughout the city. 


But they didn't need to be watched. He saw them as Warriors of the Sun, and expected them to be able to fight.


"Hurry up and free them," he made sure to be heard by both his clansmen and the Thyrsians. Munin Mandalorians went out to do what they were told with the Thyrsians being understanding and allowed their binds to be unchained from them.


"Which one of you is the leader," he addressed to the group of Thyrsians and his answer was an adult Thyrsian, maybe younger than Vilaz, raising his hand and stepping up. 


"Can you fight?"


"I am a warrior of Thyrsus' Sun, I'd be damned if I didn't know combat."


"Good that helps. Are there more of you?"


"There are other groups of my people taken by the scum, my wish is that they are safe and brought together."


Something to know so Vilaz could relay orders to his other units spread out in this desolated city. 


"Take whatever warriors you have, and take whatever weapons and defense from these sacks of chit. I do not have any armor to spare, but the dead Echani and Mandalorian should have some personal shielding on them. I cannot distract my men from combat, but if they can help you, they will. Find the rest of your people, the rest from your group will be escorted to my command centre. They'll be safe." 


The two men came to an agreement, the Warlord noting some tension and hesitation from the man. It was understandable. One wouldn't exactly give faith in a person from a culture that used them as cannon fodder. No one would whatever they are. 


"Before I go, why kill your own? I do not understand why betray your own and help us."


Good questions, but there was no time to answer them with a thorough explanation. 


"They are not my people, they are a stain on my culture. Here," and unsheathed his beskad, turning the hilt towards the Thyrsian. "So you know I'm not like these pathetic Mandos, 'lek?" It was odd for those to see Vilaz offering his beskad to the man, a sword made from priceless beskar. It was made by some warrior from the Empire, but those were the times the Munin was a soldier for it. He no longer was and the blade meant nothing for him. It was an object from his past and remembered him a time where the Empire could really become something, but that potential was thrown away on that fateful day of the Red Coronation. 


"We must move...now," the Concordian said, his newfound ally (somewhat) nodded and accepted the beskad. Feet were moving on the floor, and plans were being shared. Both parties agreed on one proposition. Several warriors of Vilaz's unit would accompany the non-combatant Thyrsians back to the command centre while the combatant ones would follow Vilaz until they would part to find the other captivated Thyrsians. Hopefully it would ease the dark toned man's mission while those of Vilaz's clan would draw their attention with their advancement. That was the plan.


"Contact Amon and his forces, tell them we have some of his people with us and send them our coordinates," he said to the Togorian who acknowledged the order and went through their comms to contact the Golden Company with a brief message of the current situation. "Ready yourselves, and fight smartly," before rushing out, the familiar sights and sounds of war greeting him as they exited out of the infrastructure they were in.


Back into the fray.

#1916085 Exodus Crash | CIS Invasion of UCM's Eshan Hex

Posted by Vilaz Munin on 19 February 2019 - 01:10 PM


Location: Eshan, Some Major City

Allies: CIS

Enemies: Mandalorians 

Objective: Purge

Gear: Here




The familiar sound of enemy fire coming at his way greeted Vilaz as he and his warriors closed in on the city. Everything was second nature to him when trekking through the plains of battle. Orders were shouted at his officers throughout the now tenses situation, warriors departing from the main party as they filed in formation of their own unit. Those of Munin returned fire back to their hostiles from their speeders, landspeeders, and repulsorlift tanks. Enemy fire was focusing more on the tanks and landspeeders than those on speeders, something that the latter riders took advantage of as they hurried their velocity in order to harass the front lines of defense and give relieve the rest of their forces as they continued to march for the city. 


As the seconds passed by there were already casualties coming from both parties as Vilaz predicted. Those of his clan when dead would find peace in the afterlife, knowing their deeds for their clan and culture would be suffice to have an honorable seat to live in the Manda. Yet the Concordian would make sure their lives would not be in vain for volunteering in this battle. A promise he always made to himself as he hated the idea of playing with souls of people and using them as cannon fodder. No, they were not chaff and would never be considered inferior as that. Others deserved that title such as the Imperial Mandalorians and the Echani.


Now they had come through the outskirts of this nameless major city. A command centre would be necessary for Vilaz and his warriors in order to be efficient in battle. While any general or commanding officer would take the luxury of leaving the load to their soldiers and rest in the centre, the Warlord would opt to dirty his hands on the front lines and give morale to his kin with his presence in battle. Communications were left in charge of someone else, yet they did not face shame in taking this task. Everyone's role was important and interdependent. 


The Mandalorian continued plowing a path for his clansmen to follow. Slowly, yet surely.


"Akaan, there are reports of a Star Destroyer entering the planet's atmosphere and about to crash."


Said one at the command centre, communicating this to everyone of their clan yet only calling out Vilaz. Soldiers looked at each other in confusion and awaited instructions from their Alor.


"Is it aiming for us?"


"No, it's trajectory is heading for the capital. We might experience a dust bowl though."


That was a relief to hear for all of them. Nothing of importance for them to be concerned. They would have to use thermal vision to navigate around if their vision was to be impaired by dust.


"We continue our fight then, oya!"


Their hunger for blood and victory continued to drive them, their feet could feel the earth shake and rumble from the impact of the crashed Star Destroyer. A wall of dust pushed out in a circumference indiscriminately and some infrastructure collapsed, signs their their structure was weakening throughout the years and thanks to the recent events on Eshan. Vilaz and his clansmen also found some pockets of Echani with armament and gear from the Mandalorian Empire. Their information was correct of some radical Echani aiding the Empire, grins on their faces as their blades and armor would also be coated with Echani blood.


"In here," the Warlord called out to his warriors, noticing they were taking heavy and suppressing fire from their foes. An obstacle, but one that be conquered. They detoured into a complex that was filled with Imperial Mandalorians and a few Echani radicals. As they progressed in their firefight within the building, they had come across another party of people that too were affected by the actions of the Empire.




"Hold your fire!"


Their vicinity was cleared from hostiles, leaving only the Munin Warriors and Thyrsians alone. 

#1914225 Exodus Crash | CIS Invasion of UCM's Eshan Hex

Posted by Vilaz Munin on 14 February 2019 - 08:20 PM


Location: Eshan

Allies: CIS | Whatever Fits the Boot

Enemies: Mandalorians | Whatever Fits the Boot

Objective: Purge

Gear: Here




Rather than joining the main forces that seem to have concentrated their focus on the capital of Eshan, Vilaz and his warriors had their eyes settled for a settlement that was miles away from Eshan City. Not exactly on the outskirts of the capital, and it was big enough to house residents in the near hundred thousands. Maybe a hundred thousand or more than that. They were simply near estimates from the scanners and sensors from his capital ships in which the flight officers would inform their Alor. There was also some activity there from Mandalorians and possibly Echani. What were they doing there? Only one could imagine. Other information reached Vilaz's ears, knowledge that the Mandalorian Empire spilled slanders and lies of their actions here. That they did not lay a single finger on the Echani. 


"Pathetic," the Warlord said with disgust, his face painted with disappointment. "I would have gloated about decapitating the heads of these lab mutts and leave the filth of Eshan desolated with their blood and corpses."


His warriors sneered in agreement with him. They were not ones to shy from their actions unlike the Mandalorian Empire. No, those of Munin would make monuments of their marauds. They would take trophies from their prey, sing lyrics of their raid, relish the moment with liquor and recreational drugs, and pit each other in fights. Had they been in the stead of the Mandalorian Empire, they would've thrown a huge festival to celebrate their affliction against the Echani. That was how one of the Mandalorians should act, not like the joke of the Mandalorian Empire.


"Akaan," one of the Warlord's officers said to Vilaz, using that alias as the Concordian had once been an important general and executioner of Mand'alor the Undying, "there have been reports of small enclaves of Echani aiding the false Empire."


That was interesting and surprising. That was something he didn't expect from the fallen Echani. Something his mind tried to figure out why they would go to the extremes. Maybe agents of the Empire? Or people that were against the previous Queen? The question was as confusing when the Mandalorians attempted to block Eshan's sun, dimming whatever light it could do. Another useless tactic that would do nothing but confuse those on the offensive.


"Then we will take no chances of any Echani that are alone and not with the Confederacy."


He cared for the lives of his warriors and was not one to have a mood for surprises when in combat. One single surprise could cost one many troops for not being vigilant. 


The Alor and his soldiers were nearing the mentioned settlement from their land vehicles. They did not bring as much armor and vehicles as the Confederacy, but they had brought a decent number of landspeeders, speeders, and repulsorlift tanks for this mission. 


"Honor resides with one's family and clan, not to the enemy. Slaughter your foes like agol."


War cries followed with his statement. All is fair in love and war, and Vilaz was not unfamiliar with going to extreme measures in ridding his enemies. Sometimes the extreme was the most efficient method in battle.

#1913349 Exodus Crash | CIS Invasion of UCM's Eshan Hex

Posted by Vilaz Munin on 12 February 2019 - 03:17 PM


Location: Eshan

Allies: CIS | Anyone that Fits the Boot

Enemies: Mandalorians | Anyone that Fits the Boot

Objective: Purge





For once the Mandalorian was impressed by the Imperial Mandalorians with their actions on Eshan. In fact, he even applauded with their offensive on the Echani. He felt no sympathy for those moon worshippers and was pleased to see their homeworld scourged with the blood and corpses of Echani littered about. It was a shame, however, he was not there and had his beskad claim the lives of those pale sentients. There was always next time though, right?


Hopefully there was a next time in his lifetime, but now he was contacted by members of the Confederacy in the Outer Rim. Vilaz had no interest of them and was indifferent about them, yet why the reached out for him certainly caught his attention. They knew of his history with the Mandalorian Empire. They knew he was in exile, refusing to bend the knee to a false Sole Ruler that claimed the mantle without following the tradition of the Mandalorians. They had invited him to come to Eshan in order to remove the Imperial Mandalorians from the planet. He didn't care the credits or whatever currency they offered for his services. Vengeance and blood would be enough to sate his hunger. 


He rallied a battalion worth of three-hundred warriors; a diverse unit of his most hardened, elite warriors and initiates that sought for glory and blood from this battle. All of them wanted exactly what their Alor wanted. Glory, blood, but most importantly vengeance.


The Confederacy would most likely be the main distraction for the Mandalorian Empire. They would bring armor, artillery, and other assets that would number in legions. Vilaz and his warriors would take advantage of this and be the knife that would stab the Empire's organs.


The Warlord and his battalion had arrived at Eshan's earth using their own vessels and space transports. They refused to be transported in Confederate vessels that would have soldiers of that said government. That being said, the capital ships of Clan Munin were in space but maintained a distance from the space combat between the Confederacy and the Empire. Of course, they would be vigilant and ready to defend themselves if needed from any threat.


"We are here on our own terms, ner verda," the Warlord announced to his bannermen in the private, encrypted comms that they shared. "We will accept no order or instructions from the Confederacy; we will operate on our own freewill to terminate any Imperial Mandalorianin our sight. I am sure the Echani numbers that remain on this fething planet are scattered and few, though I am not against if any of you wishes to kill any on sight. Just don't focus on hunting that vermin is all I will say to you. Main focus is killing and ridding Mandalorians from the Empire. Am I understood?"


Orders were clear and simple, and they all agreed. Everyone was assigned to their respective officers while the Concordian was in command of all of them. 


"One last thing: if the Confederates do fire upon us because of confusion, they will be considered a hostile from that moment. That being said, may you find glory in battle."


And they marched on to find their enemy, where a beskad awaited to plunge into the hearts of the Mandalorian Empire.

#1912766 Sapanyc Kad

Posted by Vilaz Munin on 11 February 2019 - 02:32 AM


  • Intent: To provide Alkor Centaris a nifty sword

  • Image Source: Here

  • Canon Link: N/A

  • Primary Source: N/A


  • Manufacturer: Vilaz Munin

  • Affiliation: Alkor Centaris

  • Model: Sapanyc Kad

  • Modularity: No

  • Production: Unique

  • Material: Beskar, Soul Steel, Fine Leathers


  • Classification: Sword

  • Size: Large

  • Weight: Heavy


  • Lightsaber resistance

  • Soul Steel Properties

    • Mixed emotions

    • Cackling electricity


  • Beskar Might: Forged out of pure Mandalorian Iron, Sapanyc Kad can take swings from a lightsaber

  • Can you feel the thunder: The blade cackles with electricity which allows it to shock opponents with painful electricity on direct contact and can even disarray electronics.

  • Emotions: Soul steel contains the emotions of fear, panic excitement, and resolve. A Force User can channel these emotions to support themselves and their allies in battle with excitement and resolve, or can crumble the enemy with fear and panic.


  • Force Null: Ysalamiri, Void Stone can nullify or weaken the properties of the soul steel implemented in the sword.

  • Force Light: The Dark Side of the Force resides in the sword, continuous hits from Force Light can either eliminate the soul steel properties or destroy the sword itself.

  • Heavy: Like all weapons made out of beskar, the sword is quite heavy and is advised to not be used for long periods of time. Battle fatigue will overcome the user and make them an easy prey on the battlefield.

  • Emotions: It goes both ways. The wielder can be distracted by these mixed emotions in the blade, especially if they are an untrained Force User. Even a Force User that isn’t holding the sword can use the emotions within the blade against the user and their allies.


Men that were once hostile towards each other for their beliefs and the banners they stood by are now turned in allies with a common interest: burn the Empire and erase its existence, so a new people can rise from it. Vilaz and Alkor both agreed to present gifts to each other as a token of goodwill and faith, and so Vilaz commissioned his miners to extract Mandalorian Iron from the asteroids of Echoy’la and an interesting ore called Soul Steel from the planet of Dromud Kaas.


The metals were then readied for the Munin smiths, the smiths taking precautions in this unusual project. Beskar met Soul Steel, and the smiths crafted the metals into a remarkable sword. One fueled with the Dark Side of the Force and produced a mixed bag of emotions as well live electricity that channeled throughout the blade of the sword.


Sapanyc Kad was the sword’s name after its birth from the fires.


After its creation it was then given to Centaris, hoping the man would enjoy his newly crafted weapon.

#1912322 Exodus Crash | CIS Invasion of UCM's Eshan Hex

Posted by Vilaz Munin on 10 February 2019 - 10:17 AM

Cause rude Ronan Vizsla didn't invite me (sad feels ;C ), I am looking for an opponent.


It can be 1v1 or 1v2


Hit me up in here if interested 

#1912317 Ve'vut Kal

Posted by Vilaz Munin on 10 February 2019 - 09:51 AM



  • Intent: To provide Khonsu Amon a personal weapon for battle

  • Image Source: Here

  • Canon Link: N/A

  • Primary Source: Here | Here



  • Classification: Battle Spear

  • Size:  Large

  • Weight: Heavy


  • Lightsaber resistance

  • Magnetic Adhesion Grips with automated sealant straps

  • Electro-plasma filaments with magnetic containment field

  • Integrated Ultrasonic Vibration Generator

  • Technology that is able to make the spear “telescopic”. The pole of the spear can be shortened in length (Think Senya Tirall’s lightsaber)

  • Bottom-tip of the spear is modeled to act like a Force Pike. Has the same features as a Force Pike


  • Beskar Might: From top to bottom the entire spear is made of refined Mandalorian Iron from the asteroids of Echoy’la. The spear is near indestructible to lightsabers, and capable of delivering powerful blows to hostiles.

  • Vibro-energy blade: Inspired by some melee weapons in today’s Galaxy, Munin engineers designed the spear to be able to leave gaping wounds in the flesh of foes with even the slightest touch and being able to rip apart metals such as durasteel with the ultrasonic vibration generator. Plasma filaments are also used around the edge of the spear’s blade; this makes the weapon able to parry off lightsaber attacks and “act” like a lightsaber.


  • EMP/Ion weakness: The spear has some defences against ion attacks, though limited. When enough damage has been done the spear’s ultrasonic vibration generator and the plasma filaments will cease to function. That isn’t to say that the spear is completely useless, just won’t operate as its true potential.

  • Heavy: Because of the spear crafted out of beskar it is heavy and can cause fatigue to the wilder when used for extended periods of time in battle.

  • Battery cells: Continue use of the spear’s plasma and vibration functions will drain the batteries. It is advised to use in strategic moments of battle as it can last up to one hour. When drained it will take time to replace the old batteries with newer ones.

  • Cortosis: Since the plasma filaments are quite similar to lightsabers, if an object made of cortosis comes in contact with the plasma, it will shorten out the plasma like any lightsaber.



The Mandalorians and the Thyrsians have clashed blades in the past, yet the Alor of Clan Munin is not bothered by these actions. Holding no ill will towards the Thyrsians, the warrior established a mutual relationship between his clan and the Sun Guards. After some time in this agreement, the Warlord commissioned a weapon for a fellow acquaintance of his.


Forged from pure beskar that was mined from an asteroid in the Echoy’la system, the spear was then engineered with electronics and other features that made it more than a primitive spear. The spear has a mechanism that can shorten or lengthen the pole’s size by pressing a button. This function can give an advantage to the wielder if applying it properly.


Two important features on this weapon are the ultrasonic vibration properties and the plasma filaments. There are two locations for the vibration fields: the blade of the spear itself and the bottom-tip. The difference, however, is that the tip acts akin to a Force Pike which allows the wielder to stun enemies or deliver painful tortures. The blade itself acts like any vibroblade and is able to cut through metals such as durasteel and cause gaping wounds in opponents. An electromagnetic field encompasses the blade of the spear which allows plasma filaments to run across it. This allows the user to parry lightsaber attacks and cause similar damage when in contact with an object.


This fine and remarkable weapon was then passed on to Khonsu Amon as a token of good faith between the Mandalorians of Clan Munin and the Golden Company.


#1910020 Exodus Crash | CIS Invasion of UCM's Eshan Hex

Posted by Vilaz Munin on 04 February 2019 - 09:15 AM

CIS ally slot, please.

You’re gonna need these wrist rockets.

#1908753 Requisition of the Past | CA dominion of Ilum [Hex S-16]

Posted by Vilaz Munin on 31 January 2019 - 04:40 PM

Location: Ilum

Objective: BYOO


Ilum. It was a symbol to the Jedi, but it was also a symbol to the Mandalorians. He remembered when a small company of Mandalorians invaded the Jedi Temple here on Ilum. He wasn't a part of those maruaders as he went out hunting, but he had wished he was a part of that team. They came in and conquered the temple and its inhabitants, rightfully taking their spoils from the mission. Many Jedi fell dead, even the younglings fell to their wrath. What followed shortly was a huge controversy for the Mandalorians between them. Some cried foul when this happened, showing their love and fondness for the Jedi, and demanded that swift punishment be acted on the raiders. Others, like Vilaz, did not care and praised for the raid.


It was a symbol for the Munin that showed how weak his people were. How soft they became. It disgusted him to call those his brethren when they shed a tear for aruetiise, especially for the Jedi. Rather than being conquerors and the scourge of the Galaxy, they sounded to be more like guardians of the weak.


What a shame. Where did they go wrong Vilaz always wondered. 


But he would make sure to carry the true traditions and customs of his people, and he would make sure that his children and clan would honor those for generations. So here he was back on Ilum, acting as a mercenary for the Chiss Ascendancy. Their rebirth to the Galaxy caught the attention of Vilaz, seeking to make some sort mutual agreement between his clan and the Chiss. While a conqueror at heart, the Warlord knew who to make alliances and mutual relationships with. 


His services were accepted by the Chiss and, per his suggestion, was out hunting Jedi and other elements on Ilum that would be a pest for the Chiss Ascendancy. 


He was not alone for this task. Vilaz brought a platoon of his finest warriors, trekking the Eastern Ice Shelf of Ilum which was home for the Jedi Temple and other interesting sites.


"Be alert for animals too. Gorgodons are not to joke around. The scum of the jetti will no doubt use their ways in having beasts against us," the Warlord advised to his warriors via private comms.


The survivors of the Jedi no doubt had followers too. Personnel that were not wielders of the Force. Antarian Rangers and whatnot could be out there. They would all die the same as their Jedi counterparts, nevertheless.

#1906743 30 Seconds to Contact [ORC Dominion of Saijo, Hex G-50]

Posted by Vilaz Munin on 26 January 2019 - 04:48 PM

Objective: Oppose the Coalition

Enemies: ORC


The Mandalorian already had tense, hostile feelings towards the Outer Rim Coalition ever since Utapau. Before those times he was an ally to said faction, helped with the foundations of it which would help in becoming what it was today. From the Underground to the Kathol Outback, and finally the Outer Rim Coaltion. One could say he was a founding member of the group. Times changed, however. Now he was a listed threat for the Coalition after Utapau, and Vilaz sure wasn't going to apologize for his actions or try reestablish himself with the ranks of the Coalition. He was a changed man, some would say he became more...rabid and radical than what he was known for in his younger years.


Here he was, helping people he could acquaint with. The Sharukans were a group that despised the Coalition and were seeking mercenaries to help with their cause. The pay was decent and it was a chance to drive a beskad in Coalition people. Greed for battle and credits always seduced the Munin.


With a platoon of his finest warriors he led his men, along with Sharukan militants, that was looking to kill and capture Coalition spacers and inhabitants of Saijo that were trying to escape the planet. Not on his watch at least. They charged at their enemies, with tactics of course. It would be uncivilized to just charge without caution. Slowly, yet surely they would close the gap between the two parties. Slugthrowers and blasters exchanged fire between the two, some fell wounded or dead. The Mandalorian would fire a homing missile from his repulsorpack at his targets which would surely put a dent in their defenses as that missile was sometimes meant to deal damage to vehicles. 


They would know wrath and cruelty from them. Not a single ounce of mercy would be spared for them.

#1898285 Playing With The Big Boys Now | TSE Invasion of TJE's Csilla Hex

Posted by Vilaz Munin on 06 January 2019 - 01:10 PM

Location: The Behemoth
Allies: TSE | Darth Carnifex | Ahani Zambrano | Darth Prazutis
Enemies: TJE | Kaine Australis
Objective: Repel Boarders

War. It always called to him, always easy to seduce Vilaz Munin from times of peace. Though he felt shame for not decreasing his numbers of raids and battles as he promised to his beloved wife, he still marched forwards with a beskad sharpen by a grindstone that was ready to cut into flesh to break bones and allow blood to paint the floors. While there would be glory to attain from today’s battle, there was reason as to why the Warlord had come and joined the ranks of the Dark Lord’s forces. It was to eradicate Sith that seemed to be very radical to his eyes.

What an odd thing to say about the Jen’ari Sith, and comparing them to the Sith Empire. The Concordian was vigilant about wielders of the Dark Side of the Force, especially those of the Sith Order; however, it didn’t stop him from attending the battles of the Sith Empire with the Emperor having him close to his guard and battalion. So what was the difference between the Sith Empire and the Jen’ari Empire to Vilaz? It was that the latter’s current Emperor lacked professionalism and a conscience when compared to Carnifex. The Mandalorian had the respect of Kaine Zambrano, and the man certainly knew how to treat his allies and others that maintained a mutual relationship with the Dark Lord. So far that was nowhere to be seen with this Darth Vyrassu and his Empire. If there was, then there wouldn’t be a number of Chiss Loyalists that raised a fist of defiance against the Jen’ari Empire.

Those actions alone spoke in great volumes to Vilaz and knew he had to join the fray in order to desist this Empire and cease its expansion before it turned societies of the Chiss in its current state. Not that he cared what happened to Chiss, but he would’ve done the same if some faction claimed his assets.

Aboard the Dark Lord’s flagship, specifically the hangar the Munin stood at ready with a platoon of his clansmen that he personally selected. They were the minority of the Behemoth’s crew, but still received respect from the Imperials. Just don’t get in their way and same respect shall be shown. They were waiting for Carnifex to join them and bring havoc to the Jen’ari’s forces on Csilla until he heard alarms and announcements of Mandalorians boarding the battlecruiser. Now that perked his ears. Jedi and Mandalorians were always his favorite subjects to slaughter. But why would he go against his own people? They weren’t his people anymore, not with the current Mandalorian Empire ruling Mandalore and its other colonies. He only had loyalty towards his clan and those of House Vizsla. Other Mandalorians outside of that were potential targets that needed a beskad piercing their hearts.

”I shouldn’t have to tell you what’s our new objective,” the Warlord stated to his warriors before marching out to leave the hangar and find these Mandalorians that boarded the Behemoth, Sith-Imperial Marines also organizing to repel these boarders. This would be a treat to both him and his warriors.

#1877895 Congratulations Vilaz Munin - November MOTM!

Posted by Vilaz Munin on 03 November 2018 - 06:27 PM

Thank you to all! Couple friends of mine congratulated me online to which I was dumbfounded at first, lol.


Again, thanks to all!

#1877001 Living Relics

Posted by Vilaz Munin on 01 November 2018 - 12:00 PM

They still pursued, not slowing down in their tracks. The kidnapped soldier might be lost, but it was a sacrifice needed to tag this unknown hunter and make it prey. Though there might be a chance of rescuing the fallen commando and hunt down this marauder; however, Vilaz found this all strange to him. Normally one would silence the screams of agony and pain by killing them in whatever fashion they wished to do. In this case the commando still screamed, pleading for help and mercy. This was probably the only time where the Munin came across something like this, and it puzzled his mind.


More puzzled with the fact after following the trail of blood and screams, they came across the attacked soldier hung upside down. A couple of feet in the air, but they had the tools to get him down.


Vilaz, however, stood in his tracks with his arm held out to to signal those behind him to wait. Why capture the soldier and not kill him? See him suffer more, and use that suffering as a source of pleasure? Even the Warlord wasn't that cruel.


"You two, watch your step and get him down. The rest, watch your surroundings. Your sensor and scanners are your friends," the Mandalorian ordered and positioned himself, ready for whatever was to happen next as did the other three commandos. The other two, as ordered, proceeded to rescue the dangling Imperial from the trees taking caution in their steps. A trap? Maybe, but sometimes one had to take risks in order to obtain some form of progress.


Teroch Munin

#1876996 Oya'karir

Posted by Vilaz Munin on 01 November 2018 - 11:40 AM

The heavy, resilient beskar plates were stripped off from his chest and laid on the ground of their tent. The Warlord was only in his armorweave-bodyglove and several other armored plats on his legs. His beloved wife then passed him a bottle of well brewed tihaar before the blonde Mandalorian did her medical procedures on his damaged ribs. He took a swing of the alcohol, relishing the strong taste of it. Hopefully it would distract him from the pain of his wife mending his ribs together.


The process was a bit painful, something that he groaned to with irritation and tried not to sound weak when the bone-knitter did its work. Bree was always there for him when he was injured from battle, first one to attend him and did all the miracle works to alleviate his wounds.


"That's great to hear, Bree. I'm glad she'll return to our family and clan," the Concordian said to his wife, pleased to hear the news of his stepdaughter returning from her time of peace and solitude. His stepdaughter had some difficult affairs with one she thought was meant to be with, only to be played with and treated like an object. Something Vilaz looked down upon on the certain individual who's name would not be muttered. While the Munin certainly was a man that was feared and hated by aruetiise and some Mandalorians because of his avarice of war and violence, he was disciplined and taught it to his clansmen. Never did he made anyone of his clan feel lesser or treated like dirt. He was the head of his clan, but he viewed as his kin as equals no matter their background. 


"Hah, well those times are a bit rare for me, ner ruug'la dala," the Warrior said with a smirk to his wife, catching her quip and wink.


"Those of Garon are good warriors, I'll admit, but they lack discipline in other aspects of life. Doesn't surprise me that boy follows like his father's steps, was hopeful otherwise," and was helped up in a sitting position from his wife, feeling better with his bones knitted and the bacta patch applied to the area of the wound.


"You are the doctor, cyar'ika. Is there anything the doctor wishes me to do?" With a playful tone in his voice and raising his eyebrows in a quick flash. The night was falling soon, as the skies turned into different shades of orange symbolizing the sun would soon disappear from the horizon. Not much they could do right now after healing Vilaz from his wounds. They were adept in hunting and fighting at night, but not tonight. 


Briika Munin