Mandalorian Dominion of Myrkr

[Strider Garon]

Location: Bridge of Command Ship
Objective: Finish Spiced Caf

The Ash'amur-class Dreadnaught exited hyperspace with her escort in the Myrkr system. The Mandalarian command ship and company had their sights upon the planet Myrkr and Sitting stoically upon the command chair, the best he could, was Field Marshal Strider Garon. The warrior and the rest of the Mandalorians that had followed him were fresh from the havoc caused by the disappearance of half the galactic population. And no sooner that he was able to regroup those that have been left behind and put to duty in securing what had been lost. His helmet was safely placed on the left hand command console while he patiently and calmly worked on his cup of spiced caf.


After a long gulp of his caf, the old man would place his attention to the bridge crew "Launch fighters to recon the planet, Send the advance team planet side and investigate why we have lost contact with the prison base"

The mission at hand was pretty straight forward. Assert control over the planet once more and re secure the infamous Myrkr black site prison. The prison held many dangerous enemies of the Mandalorians and there was no report of the base or its inhabitants condition. So, they would have to treat as a worse case scenario, the base was lost and needed to be retaken.


Strider took to the cup of stim caf once more, taking comfort in the small luxury the hot liquid brought.

 

[Dredge]

[member="Strider Garon"] [member="Preliat Mantis"]

MYRKR ORBIT
Objective: Revenge


When half of your army simply ceases to be one might think there is a question of loyalty, perhaps Dredge did not whip them enough. Or hang traitors enough, perhaps they were all simply too cared for. Regardless that wasn't the case, when Dredge had awoken this morning he had the delighted news to find out that billions across the galaxy had simply disappeared. They had just vanished like that, so a thought came to mind. Under his rule Dredge could organize his men in the blink of an eye or snap of a whip and mobilize to attack within a few hours. And that's exactly what he did. on the morning of the happening he adorned his armor and sword, he said goodbye to his child and set off to have his vengeance. And vengeance against who you might ask?

capital ships cracked out of hyper space and into orbit around Myrkr. The massive ships encircled the single Dreadnaught and they did not open fire. Dredge had been waiting for the mandalorians, the force had shown him glimpses of the future. It showed him standing atop Preliat Mantis and Strider Garon upon this world. That he would be victorious and have his revenge here. So the ships simply waited and a message came through to the Dreadnaught.

A loud booming voice spoke as it came through to strider. It was Dredge.

"Hello old friend." Dredge said with a bit of hatred in his voice.

"You are probably wondering why I haven't killed you yet. Well the answer is quite simple. I want to do it with my hands. I challenge you, and Preliat mantis to a duel for your honor as warriors. Deny me and I will sink your pitiful ship. Now here's what's going to happen, you are going go get in your dropship and fly down here. Then I'm going to murder the two of you." Dredge said with a smile on his face.

"Don't be late, you have fifteen minutes. Meet me in the prison courtyard" And just like the transmission cut out and if they chose so Dredge would be waiting for the two of them bellow.

Ships
4 http://starwarsrp.net/topic/25790-nudcha-class-assault-cruiser/?hl=tenloss
2: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/43234-mkii-wanga-class-cruiser/
5 http://starwarsrp.net/topic/34456-redoubt-class-assault-cruiser/
4: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/2714-hades-class-heavy-crusier/

 

[Anastasia Rade]

They hadn't had much time or any time really to regroup and count the missing. All Ana knew was that those closest to her were still missing and that was unsettling to say the least. There was no time to waste though as there were worlds to reclaim. Mrykr was one such world which she knew well.

Taking a deep sigh Ana looked out the port window to the world below. She had been through much rougher spots than this and everyone else was in the same boat as she. Ana probably could pull herself together faster than the others. Turning away she walked towards [member="Strider Garon"] whom was sitting in the commanders chair.

Lightly she placed her hand his shoulder. "What do you think happened down there?" She sighed taking a sip of her own caf. Ana wouldn't say it out loud but if the prisoners were all gone she wouldn't complain. She doubted though that they had gotten that lucky. Whatever was going on it wasn't good. That much was clear.

 

[Preliat Mantis]

Preliat was silent when he receieved the message. He was silent when he prepared himself a dropship. He was silent on the descent to the planet's courtyard. He was silent, as he checked over the weapons that he carried. Westar-34s, a Beskad, and a tomahawk. He was silent when the dropship landed and the pilot instructed him where to go.


He was silent when he activated his geo-tag. He was silent, because he had nothing to say. He however, had much to do.


So, the wolf waited.

Waited while the galaxy burned and mourned.


[member="Dredge"] and [member="Strider Garon"] would be along soon. And Preliat would be ready.

 

[Not Ordo]

[member="Dredge"] [member="Anastasia Rade"] [member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Strider Garon"]

Kyr dropped from hyperspace with his out of date flotilla of deathwatch ships. His brown eyes narrowed as he looked out the viewport at Myrkr.

"Commander, create a blockade along known main hyperspace exit points and activate interdiction ships." he said as he looked at the world below. What had happened and why he didn't know but he did know contact with Myrkr was lost hours ago and it was part of his job to see what happened.

 

[Naimes Ahn-Dross]

Bridge of Krayt Class Light Cruiser
[member="Strider Garon"]

​

...the Krayt Class Light Cruiser belched out of hyperspace in the vicinity of Mykr. Among the first orders of business for both ship and crew were to help resecure the black site prison that the Captain knew was housed there. On board the Light Cruiser clear direction was given and comms were opened to the Ash'amur Class Dreadnaught that was singled out as the flag ship of the Mandalorian Vessels present around the planet. Once comms were established the voice from the Light Cruiser was clear..."Field Marshal Garon, I stand ready to enact your goals."...then they would cut out as the figure commanding the capital ship waited for direction from the Field Marshal...

....Naimes ahn-Dross had been patrolling deep space when he'd lost contact with the main Mandalorian hub, his ship hadn't been able to pick up any transmissions and naturally he assumed the worst which is why he had commanded the Light Cruiser be turned around and jumped to hyperspace to return to the bastion of Mandalorian influence. Along the way he had learned many thing but mainly that a task force had been sent to Mykr so the decision to join the others was a small one...

...sitting in a wide chair on the bridge of the Light Cruiser he would make himself clear..."Ensure our drop ships are prepared to launch. I'll be joining them once the command is given."...none of his officers would question the Rally Master considering the calm focus and deadly resolve he often portrayed. There were other matters besides the mission that weighed on his mind though; he thought of his friend, [member="Arla Balor"], who had grown to become like a sister to him in some way and while he was sure she had weathered the dark tide that had washed over Mandalorian space, possibly the galaxy, he still thought of her with concern...

...until now everything had happened quickly but now Naimes knew where he was meant to be which is why he took a moment to relay a subsequent transmission which would simply state..."I've come home."...that done he could rest easy in his chair, his hands set calmly over the arm rests while he prepared for the battles to come. Not just here on Mykr but across the galaxy abroad...​

 

[Zandra Tal'verda]

Gone. Years. Months. Days. Hours. Minutes. Just gone. Memories were all she had now. And she was angry, so unbearably angry. How dare the Galaxy rip her life from her? Her family. Two children. Her husband. They were her everything! She couldn't even contact her only friend, Keter anymore. His family said he was gone too, he and his wife. Just like that. Poof.

She hadn't even had the chance to give Rawnie the dagger she made for her with the horn from the Uxi she killed. The grieving mother and wife held the black handled dagger in her palm, turning it this way and that. She imagined an enemy, someone she could blame for this phenomenon. No face was needed for this imaginary person. She'd cut their throat, remove their liver from the gash in their throat and eat it right in front of them.

And then she'd find Cal. She'd find Corrin. She'd find Rawnie. And they would find the rest of the Clan. They would go home.

As her drop ship thundered to the planets surface, she checked her equiptment. Why was she even here? She didn't care that they lost contact! She didn't care about this cause. She cared about finding who she lost! Still, clues could be anywhere.

"Why did I get left behind?" she asked out loud to anyone who could hear, but she didn't expect and answer. Nobody knew why. And it made her furious.

 

[Strider Garon]

"[member="Naimes Ahn-Dross"], you are clear to launch!" Strider would give the signal for Naimes to begin his mission.

Strider felt the soft hand of [member="Anastasia Rade"] touch his shoulder and her gentle voice spoke out into the big mystery. "I don't know Cyar'ika!" Strider replied back. It seemed to be the same answer he had been giving for days. The only thing he knew was half the galaxy uped and dissapeared. Clansmen, family, friends and even enemies. All gone without a trace.

Just as his cup touched the desk surface Klaxon alarms ripped through the command ship as unknown contacts had jumped into close proximity to them in ambush formation. Was this a group of raiders, pirates looking to capitalize on the recent havoc? Served Strider right to be hit by a rag tag group, here he was caught in the open with his eyes only on the ground. Garon didn't even have to give commands, the ship hustled to battle stations and prepped to fight for their lives.

Before Strider could rise from his chair, a familiar and dreaded voice rippled over the holocoms. " [member="Dredge"] !" The old man snarled. Of course of all the people in the galaxy that were left he had to be one of them. He listened to the vong's demands with every words reenacting daggers to skin. The monster was hell bent on revenge and it seemed this day he was going to get what he wanted. "I will be there!" The old man growled with murder in his tone of voice.

Strider knew once he was ground side the vong forces would attack his dreadnaught. The ship can take a beating and there was back up in the system. His brother had a ship in range to aid. So yes, Garon was confident enough that the ship could hold her own and that eased him as he walked to the hangar with Anastasia in tow "Once we land, you have a choice of staying with me and [member="Preliat Mantis"] or regrouping with the rest of the ground forces and help take the prison back. I will leave the decision in your hands"

The Drop ship would take Strider to the Prison's main courtyard with his savage vod was waiting. Death had come once more, but who was going back to the mud today? The old field marshal would step off the transport and walk towards Preliat. Giving the vicious warrior a nod. They both knew why there were here. It was time to settle an old debt.

 

[Preliat Mantis]

"Death does not come for me today. He will have to wait. Like all the others."


Preliat ran the Tomahawk across his Beskar'kandar plated leg. Preliat, was rage incarnate. He was death's hand, a living and breathing death machine. [member="Dredge"] thought himself better. Preliat would prove himself again. [member="Strider Garon"] would share in the victory. Preliat leaned forward, patiently waiting for their enemy to arrive.


"Do not let the outcome be like last time, old man."

 

[Nolan Detta]

Stepping out of the dropship along with a number of his brothers and sisters, Nolan Detta shouldered his L3 River Rifle. He walked out among the wasteland that was Myrkr's Prison Grounds. The memory of the window-lickers still fresh In his memory. He toated his usual gear of a Beskad, Rhyno, Hound, and a number of other toys. His senses in the Force were wildly out of wack. He couldn't tell bird from bitchy whiny Preliat any longer. Or maybe they were the same. He didn't know.

"Strider, Detta reporting in. I hate this planet just so you know. All the windows are still wet with saliva."

He and the others moved to group up wih their commanders.

[member="Strider Garon"] [member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Naimes Ahn-Dross"] [member="Kyr Jendri"] [member="Anastasia Rade"]

 

[Anastasia Rade]

Ana had felt the pain of loss before many times and had come out the other side alright. Losing her brother hurt more than she was sure anyone could understand. He had always been there for her no matter what and now he was gone without a trace. She had searched for him but with no luck and she had this feeling in the pit of her stomach that she wouldn't find him even with the Force all of the clanmen were gone but she was going to find out why.

"I'll help get the prison back under control. If you need me, you know how to get in touch." She knew that was where she was needed the most. The monsters that resided in the prison could potentially be on the loose. Ana knew how to put down monsters.

As they would land and enter the courtyard Ana would give him a nod before heading to the actual prison. She wasn't looking to round up prisoners and put them back in their cages. Instead she would be putting them down.

[member="Strider Garon"]

 

[Zandra Tal'verda]

Zandra stepped off the ship with [member="Nolan Detta"]. She got the distinct space wizard impression from him. Don't ask how she knew. That was always a mystery to her too, but she didn't like it anyway. She knew too many crooked space wizards. Always trying to snatch the special children, like her son. Was that what happened? Was Corrin taken? Was Rawnie snatched too because she was near by? Was Calico killed or injured trying to protect them? She wished it was that simple. If she could just blame it on the space wizards, she would have a clear target. She really wished she could blame them. She wished it with every ounce of her being.

The Echani pulled on thick leather gloves, enjoying the comfort they provided. In truth, they did little to actually protect her fists, especially the left one that was already in a very bruised and painful state. But they made her feel better, more secure. And this time, she'd added metal studs to the knuckles. It was cheap. It was unlike her. She was all about the honor and the beauty of the fight on a normal occasion. But now, Zandra was out for blood. She wanted to knock out teeth and string them on a necklace. She wanted to gouge out eyes, rip out tongues. Maybe she would get herself an ear or two. While the rest were busy shooting, Zandra wanted to slaughter.

It made her feel sick, this incredible urge to kill. This was not who she was. She was not afraid of death, not even close, but she knew better than to kill just to kill. She took a deep breath, fingers curling around her daughters knife.

"Why did I get left behind?" she asked again, the only question, as far as she was concerned, that she could not figure out on her own. Her children. Her husband. A good half of her clan. Gone. Why was she left behind to wonder?

 

[Dredge]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?app=desktop&persist_app=1&v=TVbF92ghct8

Dark clouds poured rain from above and thunder cracked in the sky. A streak of lightning light up the dark courtyard and in a flash Dredge stood where nothing had been a moment ago. The six foot seven armored beast wore the same armor as he had on Vorzyd and brandished the same massive bastard sword. Besides him stood two large hulking Graug who held vengeance blaster rifles. A long flowing tattered cape blew in the wind behind Dredge and he stared down [member="Preliat Mantis"] and [member="Strider Garon"]. And with his dark and booming voice he spoke to them from twenty feet opposite to them.

"Beautiful isn't it?" He said as he admired the abandoned prison.

"How the jungle takes back over time. How when we simply cease to be the monuments we created return to nature, how we are simply nothing in the face of it." He spoke to the two men and felt the rain coming down him dripping off his armor. Breaths of hot air coming out of his mouth through the plate of his helmet.

"We are all just milliseconds on the clock of eternity, a rather humbling thought." Dredge said softly then turned his gaze to the mandalorians before him.

"And I'm afraid you two have run out of time. It's time to face eternity." Dredge smiled and drew his massive bastard sword letting the tip hold slide into the mud.

"It's almost ironic isn't it? The place we first met is the ending. It was here that I swore to kill the both of you." Lifting the sword back up so it rest on his shoulder he thought he'd show them a bit of respect. They had earned it, surviving his assassination attempts, bombings, all the times he had tried to kill them they had survived.

"I want you two to know that you are the finest warriors I've had the privilege to fight. And that what happened with that green whore Circe, I apologize. She truly was a waste of life and I should have left her to rot here with you both." Dredge lifted the blade and pointed it at the two of them.

"No matter who stands or who falls this day, I want you to know. It's been fun." Dredge began to glow with a red aura of fire and steam floated from him as the jungle rain evaporated into steam at the touch of the heat. The skull in the sword began to glow and it's eyes light up in shades of red.

"Shall we face eternity then?" He asked ready to begin.

 

[Naimes Ahn-Dross]

Drop Ship enroute to the surface of Mykr

​

..."Affirmative."...came the relayed confirmation to the commands of Strider Garon then all communications with the Krayt Class Light Cruiser went silent. Moments later and several Drop Ships would disembark from the Light Cruiser enroute to the surface of the planet below under an escort of starfighters to maintain safety and security in the potential of a combat zone. Potential, hah, it was going to be a warzone down there if all the intel that had been received was correct however this was the bread of a Mandalorian Soldier bent on doing his duty in the service of the clans...

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...the Drop Ships were loaded with no less then two dozen soldiers each. All stoic fighters and defenders of Mandalore. On board one such ship stood the Rally Master, Naimes ahn Dross, looking from a small viewport into the void of space with an expression of calm resolve settling over his features. He felt as though he would be at this for a long time now. Once they had retaken Mykr he would move on to the next world and another world after that and so forth until all the planets that the Mandalorians had lost were returned to the fold. Nothing would be forgotten and no world would be unaccounted for....

...staring from the viewport he took a breath, braced his hand against one of the interior walls of the drop ship and awaited touch down on the surface of Mykr. Dressed in his Beskar'gam he appeared an imposing figure though not quite as heavily armed and armored as one might expect of a Mandalorian, nonetheless...​

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[member="Strider Garon"]

 

[Preliat Mantis]

Preliat stood up slowly, the Beskad and the Tomahawk starting to drip with the falling rain. Thunder clapped as he slammed them together, cracking his neck as he stepped forward towards @Dredge. "Death does not greet me today."Preliat rolled forward, coming to Dredge's left.


"It comes for you."


With a flash of lightning, Preliat struck out, aiming to slice the back of Dredge's leg with his powerful Beskad swing. Even in his armor, Preliat was quick and efficient. Years of training and warfare had put him at the peak of conditioning- fighting Dredge, however, would mean that he would push himself harder than before. [member="Strider Garon"], advanced in age, would probably have a harder time than the young, capable Mandalorian.

 

[Cennika Hawk]

Location: Hyllyard City
Companions: No-one

She'd been here for months.

Satara and the guidance of her presence had simply... went away. Oh, as far as she had known, that cousin of her had not vanished - she simply had went off to wherever it was she went long before the billions had been pulled from existence in an instant. It was that which had driven her to flee to these jungles (she had been here before, had places she knew) and away once again from the home she knew, at the point where she'd begun to feel she'd unravel amongst the smallest, everyday temptations that she was certain could lure her down the path she had drawn a line against with the death of her mother by her own hand - a prevention of the revenge the woman had tried to take against her dearest cousin for the death of Cennika's grandmother, a woman she had never known and could never care to know.

The ability for the cumulative bubble of negation to strip away the connection that blessed her with the many doors to what could be and plagued her with the reminders of what had passed and what also could still be was a comfort. Even after twenty-five years of what was largely solitude, she still could not wholly trust herself to not become victim to what she knew was in her blood. Transcendence beyond it was not something she had been able to wholly grasp, but defiant resistance, stubborn willfulness to not succumb to the Dark was well within her reach and use.

Every so often she'd wander into the modest Hyllyard City, the people there strange to her, but largely content to leave her alone. It was on this day that she'd wandered out to find the city filled with nothing but whisping, ghostly winds and dirt, no more than a small handful of people - two, three, five? Even the vornskrs and ysalamiri had suffered a reduction to their numbers. She hadn't any clue where they all had went. She poked around, only to see what few survivors of this rapture scurry deeper into hiding. Even in these parts superstition was rife in the underbrush of society, superstition being a common thing between them and her own culture. She looked the part of a witch, undoubtedly, and a very dark one at that - oh, how far this was from the truth. It wasn't until after she'd been shifting through the dust for a while that she heard ships coming in, causing her to cast her soft, violet gaze skyward.

'Mandalorians? Invaders?'

She wondered what this all meant. Here, on Myrkr, the connection with the thrumming energy of life told her nothing.

 

[Naimes Ahn-Dross]

Location: Black Site
Departing Drop Ship; initiating recapture of the site

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...the Drop Ship would descend through the atmosphere of Myrkr like a commet, lighting up as it breached the upper atmosphere and proceeded towards the ground, heat shielding ensured it didn't break up on entry as well and eventually the sparks smoking off the sides of the ship would smolder and fade leaving only scorched metal. Naimes had to avert his eyes from the viewport on entry however he replaced his attention quickly as soon as the inferno dissipated so that he could continue to track the descent of the Drop Ship. As they went the pilot would come over the comms informing his passengers that they were several hundred kilometers from the drop zone and descending....

....Naimes didn't break focus until the distance was replaced by an estimated time of arrival of thirty seconds causing the Rally Master to turn towards the soldiers packed into the Drop Ship with him..."Men we have job."...came his simple address..."Retake the world of Myrkr. Retake the Black Site Prison. Retake Mandalore!"...he spoke of Mandalore though the planet wasn't lost when in truth he meant all of Mandalorian space, everything that had gone black, they would retake it all before this was over. He would have no rest until the will of Mandalore and the Field Marshals was done. Onwards....

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...the thrusters of the Drop Ship activated slowing its descent until it touched down. According to initial intel they were being dropped near one of the Black Sites bordering a jungle where heavy activity had been reported. Prisoners attempting to mount opposition was the most likely scenario that came to mind. Naimes was at the back of the ship waiting to disembark when he felt the jerk of the hull as it finally touched down on solid earth. Moments later the landing ramp came down and the battle was entered...

...he went wading out into the open, Combat Shotgun trained ahead, the opposition he was expecting was there but far lighter than he had thought. The Drop Ships thrusters had filled the area with a cloud of dust obscuring vision and causing Naimes to switch to the advanced optics of his Beskar'gam. Aiming the Combat Shotgun ahead Naimes would fire as his hud zeroed in on potential targets, volleys came over his shoulder behind him as soldiers marched out following his lead, the combat would be short but fierce and he hadn't even unsheathed Longtooth yet, the sword still secure up over his shoulder...​

 

[Captain Larraq]

In the cold, dark void of space, a pinprick of light appeared over the planet Myrkr. Another pinprick appeared, then another. Seconds later and dozens of pinpricks of light burst into existence over the planet Myrkr. Each one appeared on sensors briefly as it came to life, 240 tiny, starfighter sized sensor blips and a single cruiser sized sensor reading burst forth from Hyperspace and became real to the galaxy at large. Moments after arrival, each faded from sensors just as quickly and suddenly as it had appeared. Whatever local hyperspace monitors were still being manned would detect a single transmission broadcast from somewhere over the darkness of Myrkr. Less than a minute later and the earlier display was repeated on a far grander scale.

In two's and three's and five's, corvettes and frigates, cruisers and battleships, and a pair of dreadnoughts burst into realspace over Myrkr alongside hundreds of fighters, bombers, and other escorts. IFF transponders appeared dark at first. It was only after a few moments of active scanning from the trio of sensor frigates at the heart of the formation that IFF transponders were activated and the entire fleet registered themselves as belonging to Hyperion Security, Hyperion Mining, or Mandal Hypernautics proper.

To those familiar with ships and fleets and the politics of the Mandalorian clans and the few major corporations that operated within, a single and simple fact would become clear. The entire Mandal Hypernautics Navy had arrived.

The ships themselves sat silent in space, holding the positions they found themselves in when first exiting hyperspace. No hails or broadcasts escaped the fleet, merely the continued active scanning from three of the support frigates at the heart of the formation.



On the Bridge of the Skira, Rygel Larraq sat at the commander's station and watched the forward holodisplay fill in with information. Electrical, Electronic, and Electromagnetic transmissions from Myrkr dotted the planet's surface at sporadic locations. Here and there, ships moved through the space over Myrkr. The Holoprojector displayed it all, thanks to the constant feed of information coming in from the three Ulur'uur-class Sensor Frigates operating not too far from the Skira herself. As for Rygel Larraq himself, he made no move nor issued any order. He simply stared at the forward holoprojection and listened to the steady cant of information and status updates that flowed from one bridge officer to another.

 

[Captain Larraq]

The employees of Mandal Hypernautics numbered in the hundreds of thousands. If you included private contractors in that list, the numbers rose into the millions. And when tens of thousands of those employees failed to report for duty, the event demanded the attention of CEO Rygel Larraq. The disappearances were without pattern. They were not clustered around single installations or even planets. Men at duty on ships and orbital stations were reported missing, then later reported as no longer being aboard the ship or station they had been upon only hours before. As Rygel Larraq investigated the status of the employees missing from all parts of Mandalorian space, it soon became apparent that the event was effecting far more than the employees of Mandal Hypernautics. At first entire cities failed to respond to contact attempts. Then soon, entire planets went dark. Were it not for the utter lack of warning or evidence, Larraq would have thought the clans were under attack. But when Nirauan, capital of Clan Dem'adas and home to his sister Olivia, went dark, Rygel Larraq truly became concerned.


The entire Mandal Hypernautics fleet had been recalled. Ships were flown home to Mandalore, towed to stations, or recovered from the cold of space and dragged back to Mandal'yaim. One by one, ships were manned, stocked with droids, or filled with swarms of DRDs. Entire warehouses of food, ammo, supplies, and droids were emptied of Mandal Hypernautics property and packed onto the ships waiting in orbit. As much as Rygel Larraq wanted to jump his fleet directly to Niruaun and find his sister, he knew that his resources needed to be handled with greater care. With so much of space dark and empty, precaution had to be taken and securing future resources had to take priority.

For that reason, Rygel Larraq had turned his eyes toward the galactic west and launched his fleet for Myrkr. The prison planet was home to the Ysalamiri and was an invaluable resource in their war with the Sith. Before all else, Myrkr had to be secured first. And it was for that reason that he now sat in orbit over the planet, eyes glued to a hologram and mind focused on the fate of his sister.

 

[Dredge]

[member="Preliat Mantis"]

When the lighting crashed down upon them for the second time it was on and Preliat was on the move. Dredge quickly turned his gaze to the warrior and with fluid motions the large bastard sword glided swiftly through the rain and came down upon the muddy earth below in a swing directed by Dredge contorting his body at an awkward angle so the beskar tomahawk and darkside blade collided in a show of force that caused the rain around the impact zone to scatter in a small sphere of sound and force. The blow had been blocked and now it was time to counter.

Dredge said nothing but the aura of red energy around him rounded and flowed down to his fist and the force began to augment his strength and power. With the flick of his sword he partially locked one of the blades serrated edges I to the handle of the tomahawk and using the momentum of twisting his own body back into place he let out a roar and the massive iron clad first that was his free hand came crashing down in a haymaker towards preliat's face. Dredge had focused himself on Preliat and left himself open to attack from [member="Strider Garon"]. Hopefully the old man wasn't too slow to react to it.