"Omen of Durace"
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Greetings, young soldiers. Greetings from the Ark, from the Mawsworn Tribes.
I am Thomas Barran, known to the Galaxy as the Bloodhound.
And as Great Khan of the Maw, Heathen Saint of Rogues and Outlaws, I can grant you glories anew.
So your service has ran it's course? Discharged and discarded, but not disillusioned? It is the same story for soldiers across the stars within and beyond the Core, ringing out as a sad, but shockingly familiar outcome of war, and all that is asked of you in service. As if all that you sacrificed was always fated to aid a system that spits you out in the end, as if the commanders, the politicians and all the citizens you protected have discarded your ilk, the odds will forever remain stacked against the soldiering caste.
But not if I have anything to say on the matter, not while I hold the overriding need to give purpose to warriors - LIFE TO THE HEARTS OF THE STRONG!!!!
I'm sorry, but I can't just let you rot in your depressive, traumatised mire of self-pity, for I needn't even know you to guarantee that sort of life is ill-suiting for your hereafter, not if I know there to be a primal sort of fight resides within you. Thus I cannot allow so many of the strong to fester, I cannot forsake the soldiers I find wounded in the wars of the next century, and so my vows must be honoured as an ally of the Empire, but certainly in my own, newfound fundamentalist way. Your indomitable sort deserve nothing less, for you have torn through planets like Empress Teta, Tython, and a slew of remnant Imperial worlds to make it this far, marking each and every one of you as bearers of invaluable experience.
Experience of which the Maw needs greatly, now more than ever, and not only in our need to modernise with the rest of the Galaxy, but in our need for insights that work in the heat of battle. We have an increasing need for cunning minds as we do for firepower, and with it, minds who can dominate every warfront we find, so every soul who joins cause with mine own can count themselves as warriors of merit. This is a part of the self that cannot be cut away, thus cannot be something the living heart can evade, and not even the outlaws among us could ever outrun the deepest essence of the self, or at least - not for long anyway.
Bringing me to the very reason that prompted me to broadcast my appeal to you now, the very declaration I have been putting off for too long already, for I intend much for the lost souls we find on our path along the way, and much more for those of you who need to fight again. So without further ado, I duly invite all my newfound Brethren to join the latest of Mawsworn ventures....
Introducing:
MY VERY OWN,"LEGION OF THE MAW"
Wasteful neglect was never truly the way of the Marauder, not with so many working in concert with others to frightening effect for so long, not with a comradeship that could only be found in the Heart of the Crucible, and I will never let such neglect befall a humble Trooper. Our tribes are beginning to reflect this change, firstly, in the way they think, and secondly, in the way they fight now; and once again, this is where the Legion of the Maw draws into relevance, for I intend to arm this new force with a specific purpose in mind....
This new Mawsworn legion will take on an old, seemingly-buried doctrine for our sort, as it has been some decades since their ilk last fielded a professionally-effective contingent of mobile armoured-infantry.
A Legion of which I intend to cover all bases in swoop-cavalry tactics, tank doctrine, artillery bombardment methods, war-skiff offense, and everything in-between. But I must admit now that this is a desire held by all of my surviving Darkhans, a specific breed of Ulusar who will be heading up the operation on my behalf, for these are the commanders of all three of this legion's first brigades. Perhaps someday, you (and others like you-) could lead a brigade of your own, a day of which I relish in anticipation, but until my new legion grows enough to support it, I trust that my closest associates can lead you ably.
Judge for yourselves, young soldiers...
THE ZEALOT
1st Brigade
"Rogues"
Especially with the Battle for the Bogan Moon considered, and with tanks, war-skiff technicals and anything the Rogues can get their hands on, Rook has a mind to utilise it in head-on attacks. The Darkhan's erring toward explosives and heavy-hitting artillery will also become a key factor in defensive and offensive doctrines alike, increasing in likelihood that tactical droids will also find use by the Troopers of Rook's battalion before long. With the watchword very likely to be,"Impact", it becomes clear as to what sort of contingent he is building, and from it's meagre battalion-sized beginnings, it also becomes increasingly likely that the 1st "Rogues" Brigade will take the longest to prepare for mobilisation.
THE MYSTIC
2nd Brigade
"Nomads"
A strong, risky endeavour in recruitment though it might be, the results will still come to speak for themselves when the watchword,"Manouvre", finally reaches fruition, as the aim in the Darkhan's mind is for high-mobility, speed and an entirely-new meaning of shock tactics. Differing in choice of vehicle and ordnance alike, it could become quite obvious before long that the curation process can be counted as solely responsible for the seemingly-whimsical preference of battle-doctrine, even making a point of bringing Swoop-Cavalry tactics into the next century as a result of this unorthodox catalyst. Thus the 2nd "Nomads" Brigade will serve another battlefield function, and in lieux of the armour on which his Arkanian peer relies, every move that Dreamer wishes to endeavour will be much more considered in contrast, wishing to pounce when least-expected as opposed to charging head-on like the Rogues.
THE PREACHER
3rd Brigade
"Scavengers"
It is known that Ghoul Darkhan owes everything to the one-eyed Woad, and in his desire to provide a second battle-line to bolster those of the other two Darkhans, finds himself in a position to adhere to the ways of his Great Khan, and in ways that the majority of the Mawsworn are still unable to perceive yet. For not only is the Atrisian willing to welcome freed-prisoners and outlaws into his ranks, but in the process of holding out for Mawsworn and Imperial alike, the Darkhan also finds himself willing to repeat what his peers have achieved on Coruscant and the Bogan Moon already, opting to rescue wounded warriors with the promise of welcoming them into the fold. Even given all the more cohesion in purpose, especially with a watchword like,"Salvage", as this gives rise to a need for rescued ordnance like that which they require for rescued manpower in equal measure.
For if we are meant to overcome our technologically-advanced enemies, if we are to prevail against the menace of decadence - suchlike perspectives could prove to be worth their weight in gold before long.
ONLY THE STRONG CAN SURVIVE SUCH ONSLAUGHTS,
AND ONLY THE INDOMITABLE COULD OVERCOME ALL,
BUT THE BRAZEN, THE CUNNING - THESE ARE THE ONES WHO TURN TIDES WHEN IT MATTERS!!!!
I would give your life meaning again, as we all know there is more to life when one finds one's purpose again. I would have you join a Brotherhood, a collective who can consider your hereafter, and with a sincerity I think you would need, especially in the places where I expect you might be found.
But fear not, my unfortunate friends.... It matters not where you've been.
Its where you're going that matters to the Mawsworn.
An' rest assured, you will come to breathe sighs of relief if ever you find me.
JOIN US, MY BROTHERS AN' SISTERS!!!!
THE LOST, THE BROKEN AN' WOUNDED - ALL CAN FIND ME!!!!
THE GALAXY BURNS ONCE MORE....
ENGULFED IN THE FIRES OF THE DEEPEST ENMITIES,
BUT YOU ARE NOT ALONE!
NOT WITH MARAUDERS THERE TO AID YOU!
THE FIGHT IS ALL WE NEED!
[This was an official broadcast of the Trilunar Clique. Report all signal-disruptions to your Warchief.]
Its where you're going that matters to the Mawsworn.
An' rest assured, you will come to breathe sighs of relief if ever you find me.
JOIN US, MY BROTHERS AN' SISTERS!!!!
THE LOST, THE BROKEN AN' WOUNDED - ALL CAN FIND ME!!!!
THE GALAXY BURNS ONCE MORE....
ENGULFED IN THE FIRES OF THE DEEPEST ENMITIES,
BUT YOU ARE NOT ALONE!
NOT WITH MARAUDERS THERE TO AID YOU!
THE FIGHT IS ALL WE NEED!
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