Dominion New Dawn | TSE Dominion of Concord Dawn

[Oracle Of Darkness]

The Sith Empire Dominion of Concord Dawn​

Concord Dawn, an agricultural frontier world under the ward of the Mandalorian Union. They whose claim across the neighbouring regions of space has declined to such a state that their instability threatens to allow the Empire’s enemies to close in upon our territories undeterred by their diminishing military control across the sector.

This cannot be tolerated if we are to continue to dominate the northern expanse and keep a secure border in the south, free of the likes of the democratic governments and their zealous naval insurgents.

The Dark Lord of the Sith has made his wishes clear. The Sith Empire will send a fleet to Concord Dawn in order to show the Mandalorians the true meaning of strength in this Galaxy. The weak shall be culled and their armouries raided so that their precious metals and Beskar’gam can be put to just use by the Sith Imperial Legion.

All who resist are to be brought to heel through excessive force if needs be, and those who are fighting worthy, are to be given the chance to join the Empire or to suffer the fate of those who resisted the Emperor’s offer prior to the invasion of their precious homeworld long ago.

Let the reaping begin.

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Objective 1:
It is common knowledge across the Galaxy that the Mandalorians are hardy people, stoic warriors who pride themselves upon their combatant prowess. At the first sight of the Sith Empire, they will rise to arms to defend their own, even in their weakened state.

However, some of their people may yet still serve when shown the error of their ways. Speak the only language they understand, meet violence with brutal force and teach them to kneel once more.

Make an example of those who refuse, so that the Galaxy knows the Emperor’s Will remains unbridled.

• Recruit those strong enough to serve under the Sith Empire and eliminate the remaining Mandalorian renegades who seek vengeance for the fall of Mandalore.
• Concord Dawn must be taken for the Empire to reinforce the southern border of Sith Space.

Objective 2:
As with all battles, to the victor go the spoils and the Mandalorian’s do not arm themselves lightly. Their precious metals and high-grade weaponry will be put to good use in the hands of the Sith-Imperial Legion, and among their armouries, there may yet be artifacts of interest to the Sith Order.

• Crush the remaining Naval Force to preserve the Sith-Imperial Fleet, and preserve what defences are found on the ground for the Empire to salvage and redistribute as the Emperor Wills.
• Raid the Mandalorian strongholds and pillage their armouries. Bring down their metal refineries and detain all sources of Beskar for the Sith-Imperial Legion.

BYOO:
The Sith Empire rewards those of initiative and service. Perhaps your voyage to Concord Dawn may prove further worth to the Empire than Sith-Imperial Intelligence initially estimated. Go forth and stake your claim upon Concord Dawn, let all who stand before you know that the Sith Empire remains the one true reflection of Sith Might in the Galaxy.

• Bring your own objective.

 

[Malel Mal'gurith]

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The Sith-Imperial Fleet had come, heralding a new era for the world of Concord Dawn, the arrival of the Sith Empire and the strength and security that came with it. Out of Hyperspace, numerous and vast triangular shapes lept back into real space, one by one becoming visible from the world's surface, just visible to the naked eye to make out their numbers and the revelation of an invasion fleet coming to bring a new rule down upon the former Mandalorian World.

Standing at the head of the bridge of the lead Star Destroyer, staring out against the glowing orb of Concord Dawn's presently placid state, the Sith Lord Malel Mal'gurith would be greeted by the arrival of Admiral Tann Olsen, whose vessel the Empire had deemed worthy of the Fleet's command under the Sith, he of whom towered over the lesser man, iron-clad in armour and shrouded in the Dark Side of the Force, the likes of his presence leaving the crew on edge and wary of displeasing their new Lord.

"We are ready, Lord Mal'gurith. The Fleet awaits your word" The Admiral spoke up from a short distance behind the Sith, not willing to risk the wraiths ire by coming to stand side by side, instead showing his acknowledgement of the chain of command and Lord Mal'gurith's superiority.

Malel lifted his left hand out to his side, gesturing for the Admiral to raise Comm's. The transmission would be opened up across the entire Sith-Imperial Fleet, and those who also embraced the Darkside would hear the words of the wraith through their shared connection to the Force as he reached out to impose his dominion across one and all.

"Concord Dawn lays before you. A previously Mandalorian World, at the mercy of the Galaxy, were it not the Empire. While this world has been allowed to fester in complacency, to become weak and left vulnerable, it now lies to you to decide whether those on the surface are worth saving, worth serving the Empire or otherwise perishing under the might and grandeur of the your arrival this day.

Go forth, make an example of all that you see before you. Cull the weak, take all that is theirs and commit yourselves to bring this wild ravenous planet to heel. Do this for your beloved Empire, carry forth the will of the Dark Lord, and know that the Emperor is watching".

Henceforth, the command for all vessels to begin invasion procedure would be given from the lead Destroyer. From each great vessel would see swarms of Ties and Sith-Imperial Dropships begin to make their way towards the surface. Their entry unto Concord Dawn would come down, a rain of fire and destruction. A reminder to the Galaxy that the Empire remained strong.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Objective IV - Establish Facility

A return to the Mandalorian sector had been in the offing, a way to demonstrate that the Sith Empire still had some reach and teeth left since the continued conflict with the New Imperials and the Alliance. For her, a return was always going to be bittersweet because of what happened on Mandalore itself and her overall feeling towards Mandos in general since then.

Concord Dawn had been chosen as the incursion site, and while the vast majority of the Sith forces converged on the actual world, her forces and followers were instead heading to the third moon of the planet. It was a mountainous moon, with many canyons, but a breathable atmosphere and close proximity to the world itself and others in the sector. It would be ideal as a location for a facility for the Order of Shadows and her companies.

Prefabs were being moved into place for a temporary setting, but building droids and other construction crews were already busy carving into the rock and canyons for the actual facility. The question became... what sort of operations would she want to be set up here?

 

[Darth Strosius]

Objective: Bring Salvation
Location: Landing near a Mandalorian settlement
Equipment: Lightsaber
Tags:
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Concord Dawn

Once it was on the border of the Empire, being within the grasp of the now fallen Mandalorian Union. With the world undefended, the southern border of the Empire would be relatively open.

Given the advantage that it would have in the war, the decision to take it was an obvious one.

However, there was one part of this mission that Alisteri had eagerly sought to carry out.

"We are on approach, making final landing preparations now." The voice of the pilot echoed in the quiet interior of the landing shuttle. The Legionnaire squad and the Acolyte knew their mission already, so there was no need for idle chatter as everyone checked over their equipment. To some, their mission was that of subjugation. But to him, he preferred to say that they had the holy task of salvation.

For one reason or another, evidently some bad blood in the past, the Mandalorians seemed to intend to fight off the coming Sith-Imperial annexation with all that they had left.

To an extent, he could respect that.

That sort of determination was useful in any situation, but especially in the war that the Sith Empire found itself in now. We will enlighten these people and bring them to kneel, or else they will fall and make room for more loyal servants of the Empire. Hopefully these Mandalorians are reasonable. He caught his lightsabre just after tossing it up once more before wrapping his fingers around the hilt in a firm grip. Already he had situated himself in a position at the head of the squad, mostly to be the first out onto planet.

It didn't take long for him to feel the telltale signs of the shuttle touching down, the Legionnaires behind him seeming to feel the same as the formed up in preparation to rush out of the shuttle.

"Steady yourselves my comrades," Alisteri spoke, his gaze set on the ramp as the ship rocked for a moment as it finally landed. The settlement in question was within sight of the ship, just within range of the inevitable combat. ", unto this planet we bring the greatest gift that we can give. Something that each of you and I myself have been gifted by our glorious Empire." The ramp soon dropped and all of the Legionnaires in the shuttle readied themselves to charge as the Acolyte took a step forward and ignited the red blade of his weapon.

"We bring salvation, and we cleanse the wicked in its path." He raised his weapon as he issued the order to charge, each Legionnaire echoching his command as a battle cry as they all began to storm out onto the surface.

"FOR THE EMPIRE!"

 

[SF-3335]

Location: Staging Area, Narn Desert - Concord Dawn
Call Sign: Cyan Two
Tags: SID-10S "Sid"

Hours Before

“A droid guardian?!”

The walker pilot’s voice had taken on a higher than normal pitch in speaking with her commanding officer, evincing how incredulous she felt at the new arrangement that would exist between her and an ancient model of droid, designated as her protector. The droid’s squadron of walkers would be assigned to the 6th Platoon of the Violet Breakthrough Armor Company, in order to support the organic walker pilots in their operations. It went without saying that the 6th had developed a reputation after Generis, owing largely to their extreme aggressiveness in the field, which many believed had resulted in a couple pilots being killed and many others severely wounded, NX-1813 among them. Nevertheless, the 6th had proven itself as a highly effective and lethal unit, having played a large role in defeating the Galidraani armor columns during the defense, thereby leading to a victory.

Nixie knew that she was considered to be among the worst of those aggressive pilots, having developed a reputation during training for showboating with her walker, not to mention her lone wolfing on Generis, which was perhaps why she had been assigned one specifically.

Nevertheless, the Elzeri couldn’t help but to feel that command had ulterior motives for the assignment.

Present

Nixie had been cleared to return to duty after recovering from having her legs pulverized when her walker was disabled on Generis, having undergone a fairly arduous, albeit smooth recovery owing to the miracles of bacta, nanotechnology, and medical cloning. While the strength in what were effectively her new legs had not yet fully returned, she could at the very least, pass a physical. Fortunately, her ability or inability to use them would in all likelihood not be put to the test, so long as the operation went according to plan.

While the briefing had been short, it was nevertheless packed with information, most of which had been uncovered only hours before via intelligence from orbital scans. The 6th Platoon had been deployed as the leading element of the 21st Vanguard Armor Regiment, tasked with engaging a last stand formation of Clan Caiss armor in the Narn Desert, capturing the beskar refinery, and interrupting the in-progress evacuation.

At least, that was the plan.

The dry heat of the desert was not overly stifling, even in her protective uniform. However, as she climbed into her walker’s armored cabin, closed the hatch, and powered on the walker, the cooling blast of the air conditioning came as a relief, if perhaps too much of one. Nixie immediately turned it down to a more reasonable level, all the while flipping through various switches and knobs as her neural connection came online, releasing a stream of data into her awareness. Then, with a series of precise, mechanical whirrs, her Indrastra stood up to its full height from a hunched resting position.

With the pilots of the 6th Platoon mobilizing their walkers, the baritone voice of her commanding officer, Caelian Lsu, echoed over comms, his words delivered in a clear and precise tone.

“Clan Caiss armor is currently moving towards defensive positions, but we can still intercept them before they’re entrenched. Green lance, you’ll close in on them from the north. Red, south. Blue, east and cyan, west. Remember not to stray too far from your lances, but maintain good separation. Red One, out.”

Spoiler: Loadout

• “Indrastra” Sith Eternal AT-PW
  • Modular Internal Chin Weapon Hardpoint (2)
    • Korriban-II Heavy Machine Gun
    • Korriban-II Heavy Machine Gun
  • Universal Mass Driver Nano Missile Launcher (2)
    • High-Explosive Nano Missile (20)
    • High-Explosive Nano Missile (20)
  • Universal Gas Dissipation System (2)
    • Pink Vapor
    • Nagnol Gas
  • Cargo and Pilot Gear
    • DS-101 “Venture” Multipurpose Protective Attire
    • X8 “Gambit” Elite Disruptor Pistol

 

[SID-10S "Sid"]

Location: Staging Area, Narn Desert - Concord Dawn
Call Sign: Cyan Nine
Tags: SF-3335

Hours Before

“Greetings En ex dash one eight one three. I am Es dee es dash ten zero es, your assigned droid guardian.”

The droid chirped cheerfully, looking down upon his charge. There was a surge in his programming, recalling that some organics did not enjoy being looked down upon by those they considered beneath them. His face plate twitched briefly, photoreceptors covers sharply closing and opening as he considered the options before him. His form slowly shifted with knees bending, his body folding as he came down to her level, arms reaching out beside him.

"I await your directive."

Present

The desert environment was not exactly conducive to organic ideas of comfort. Previous organics that the droid had been made to accompany had complained freely about the inherent quartz silica compound that created the arid landscapes of the desert. Apparently it was course and aggravating to their fleshy bodies. It served no more purpose than to jammachinery and wear down assemblies at an accelerated rate. That the orbiting body of a desert planets sun made the desert...unbearable.

It was a tad vexing to hear the organics complain so readily at times about mundane issues. Especially when they had wanted to visit the heat blasted rocks deemed planets. This unit of organics however was seemingly atypical in that regard. Oh certainly, there were small remarks of annoyance, but all had quickly taken to their mobile weapons platforms with less than typical complaints. A sight pleasing to the droids programming.

His early attempt at peace had done little to assuage the apparent annoyance at his continues presence to the being, Just Nixie. It was strange they had wanted to be addressed in such an unusual manner. Their designation would have been simpler but they had argued with his observation and attempted to negotiate this for of address.

They were at the staging point finally. Droids, organics, and weapons platforms prepared for combat.

The unit had been tasked with engaging a final, if futile, last stand formation of Clan Caiss armor in the Narn Desert. Alongside that goal was capturing the beskar refinery, as well as disrupting the ongoing evacuation.

Orders from the commander of the task group were given, the droids under his command capturing and relating it to one another to process the details in nano-seconds.

A relatively simple set of tasks, even for organics as the droids around him pulled themselves into positions aboard their assigned AT-DT's. He was the final one to reach his position, running the diagnostic check on his platforms systems before engaging the legs. It rose beneath him, the weapons humming to life slowly as he checked the main scope of his cannon before adjusting the secondary scope for the coaxial twin blasters. The armor plating aboard was near to useless for an organic.

But it was of moderate utility with a droid pilot. Far more functional to arresting the action of sensitive warheads aimed their direction. At least to mitigate an instantaneous incendiary reaction or detonation.

He had watched Cyan Two enter their weapons platform, and though the provided data had been limited, it had provided enough data to guess the likely probability of their actions at that moment and when the best moment to contact them would be. So long as it's probability function was properly up to date anyhow. A detail that now sat in the data storage partitions of its brain with an event based reminder for later.

"Cyan Two, this is Cyan Nine. How copy-Over." The bland droid voice came over the comm line after finalizing the reports from their droid squad. Now it was time to check on his charge. The droids were keeping pace, able to push the heavy but small AT-DT'S just a bit harder than organics without completely compromising the integrity of their walkers.

 

[Arctus Silmar]

The Shaper

The Iron Crown|| Whilstone of Prowess|| Whilstone of Acuity || Whilstone of Power||
Acharn|| Urfael|| Mithralian || Empyrean Gland
Voice Sample

Marr-Class Star Destroyer Evolution



The Shaper stood on the bridge of the Star Destroyer Evolution, arms crossed placidly behind his back, even as he watched what remained of Concord Dawn's personal defense fleet drift slowly into position to meet the gathered forces brought against them. The fall of the Mandalorian Union had not been kind to the fleet's ability to outfit itself, and it seemed even here things had fallen into unacceptable anarchy and dysphoria. Only a single, small cruiser acted as the fleet's 'flagship' though it felt insincere to call it as such. With the sorry sight of the fleet before him The Shaper's lips tightened almost imperceptibly into a thin line. His intelligence had been correct, it seemed, as Concord Dawn had fallen into such a stupor that all their heavier vessels had been docked, possibly forever, leaving only this paltry token of a force to see to the planet's defense. Which, in the current state of the galaxy with the ravenous Brynadul just to their galactic south..... was unwise to the say the very least.

The Shaper could only watch with mild amusement as the fleet made no real effort to impede their progress to land forces on the planet. The Evolution alone would be a challenge for such a paltry force, let alone the fleet supporting her, but The Shaper was brought from his reverie with the arrival of one Cara Dorniarn . Her presence evidently having been announced while he was deep in thought. While he was remiss to summon her like she was some acolyte, in truth she was unspeakably more valuable, The Shaper turned with the same gaze upon his features as he would in the former case. Giving her a small incline of his head in respect. "Miss Dorniarn, how kind of you to join me." A tight, professional smile graced The Shaper's features but the blazing, bright light emitted by the Whilstones left little doubt to just how dispersed the Shaper's attention was. He was channeling the Force heavily, for some unseen purpose, and the motions of his body were like that of a barely-controlled puppet when weighed against the unseen actions of his will.

Slowly, almost methodically, did The Shaper seat himself in the command chair of the Evolution. His steel-grey eyes once again falling onto the viewport as his obsidian hair fell about his face like a curtain. Motioning vaguely with a hand there was a brief pause before his voice seemed to emanate from all about the bridge. "Would you kindly join me for a view? I've something to discuss." Only once Cara stood at his side did The Shaper ever so slightly incline his head toward the small, all but helpless defense fleet of Concord Dawn. "Tell me, Miss Dorniarn, what do you see?"


Meanwhile.........

The Shaper's will moved unseen throughout the Evolution, invigorating and inspiring the crew on board to unrivaled mental acuity, the peak of their efficiency being pushed even further before his attention narrowed to a singular landing craft before splitting once again, dividing his attention even further, before drifting through the Evolution to what was meant to be an officer's quarters. Firstly his attention fell to the landing vessel and the Lady Marrow inside it. His unseen will would swirl about her like a whispering, echoing breeze. Slowly, but undeniably, strengthening in clarity as it addressed her. "Now then, dear Marrow, I would like for you to descend to the surface. You are familiar enough with Mandalorians, I assume, by now to handle yourself? I shall be watching, of course, and you may consider this the next step of preparing yourself for what it means to possess a garden of your own. Power. Influence. Knowledge and the wherewithal to use it. Do not worry, I shall be watching.... this time."

Turning his attention from the Marrow to the officer's quarters there he would find his newest creation, given her own bit of privacy and her own challenge to partake in. He could feel the eager, writhing energy coming from Pandora and as his attention became fixated upon her he swathed her mind in pleasant satisfaction. That of a prized creation being studied by it's maker. Before his words echoed within her ears and filled the room with resonating, baritone notes. "As for you, my perfect Pandora, you are undoubtedly ready for the task I will lay before you. You are to accompany a boarding vessel to the heart of our enemies. A ship, much like the one you are within now, and you are to eliminate the one they call their leader. Carve their heart from their chest and return a sample of their blood to me. Once this is done I have a.... surprise for you. A friend, to be exact. Now, go, the boarding shuttle awaits you."

With this done The Shaper drew back just a bit of his attention to focus on Cara's answer, a slightly wider and more polite smile gracing his features as he was able to pay a bit more attention to what it was the scientific cyborg had observed.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

A field of wheat stretched out across a wide plain. At its borders were fences designed to keep out errant wildlife, and beyond that rolling green hills that butted up against forests and rocks. Dotted between the fields and the woods were small dome-shaped domiciles and larger square-shaped storage houses and livestock pens. A warm acrid wind blew through the empty spaces, kicking up gouts of dust and rustling the various fabrics that adorned each home.​

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All seemed silent and still.​

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Yet there was some movement by one of the houses, a large hand emerging from the darkness of its entry to grip the doorframe as a massive individual hauled itself out from inside. The figure was cloaked head to toe in concealing black garments, a dark stain on the earthen tones and idyllic colors of the surrounding village and fields. A wide hood was drawn over the figure's head, the glow from two burning eyes jutting out from the shadows that obscured everything else.​

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More movement, a cadre of soldiers marched up the empty street to stand at attention before the shadowed figure. One of their number, distinguished by a red stripe that cut down the center of his body, stood out from the rest and was approached by the figure.​

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"We've combed through the rest of the village, milord. The inhabitants have been liquidated as commanded."​

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The figure then spoke, his voice commanding authority with every syllable. "And the children?"​

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"Detained and sedated."​

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"Good," spoke the figure, moving past the soldiers and down the dirt path that they had just previously come up. The soldiers quickly fell in line behind him, keeping a respectable distance while moving at a brisk pace to keep up with the larger figure's gait.​

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Offhandedly, almost to himself more than to anyone else, the figure added; "The Empire will need children."​

 

[Pandora]

Pandora

Excitement emanated from the Sithspawn as she sat in the private room her Master, Arctus Silmar , had put her in. She could hardly contain herself as she awaited her orders, and paced the room with anticipation. A shiver ran down her spine as she could feel his attention on her through the Force, and grinned. The Shaper had finally given her her mission, and she giggled with almost childish glee.

"Your will shall be done, Master~!"

She'd never had the chance to play with a Mandalorian before, but surely they'd be more fun to play with than the boring rabble! With a pep in her step, Pandora left her private room, and meandered down the halls of the ship. Trailing her claws along the walls lightly, the sound of nails on metal were but a whisper in the halls as she found her way down to the ship she would be accompanying.

She couldn't wait to play with the Mandalorian leader.

 

[Lady Marrow]

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Tag: Arctus Silmar Pandora
Equipment: Marrow Blade

Lady Marrow waited eagerly within her quarters, the small cuttings she had taken with her at the beginning of the journey had spread to surround her in her bedroom, crawling over the surfaces of the walls, floors, collecting as the spores would hang in the air like lanterns while their bio-luminescent lights danced in myriad colours, creating a cacophony of flashing lights which would dazzle her eyes and occupy her wandering mind for the trip. Members of the army were warned against approaching or opening her door unannounced unless they wanted to be poisoned by her children. However as the ship appeared to decelerate she would hear the sound of her master whisper in her ears.

She was always pleased when she received word from shaper, he spoke in hushed friendly tones when it came to her, although others often parted for him as though he were some dangerous monster. To her, his presence, especially with the crown that he wore felt like home, making it much easier to be so far away from her beloved garden. Not to mention recently she had been given some training from both him and another sith, learning what the dark side was helped her begin to understand the nature of the world that they occupied and she had been dwelling on that information for some time, stilling her actions in momentary lapses of thought. But, Shaper knew that the promise of knowledge would bring about action, having her press against her bed and leap from its surface, taking her blade from the table and slapping the door shut behind her.

Today is going to be a good day.

Along the hallways it would seem that people were preparing as the Marrow-born would make her way for one of the escape hatches, taking one of the pods she would ask a technician to input the co-ordinates of her drop. Her mission was to clear out a building that had been filled with Mandalorian soldiers... after prior evens she would be happy to meet with her old friends again within the former MU. Bubbling with excitement she would begin to grow her combat adaptations, the spines and retractable claws on her hands as she would step into the pod to be ejected towards the planet surface hoping to avoid gunshots and the like if at all possible.

Her pod would plummet towards the world, notable one of the armories that had been targeted as she would, tongue sticking out of the side of her face begin to type her claim on this station with a single finger on each hand, sending out a message in common with a level of understanding befitting a seven year old. But she was trying ...

"Not far off landing Mr Shaper! This is going to be fun!"

She would laugh, Mandalorians were dangerous, she knew that, they used the same weapons that any other soldier did, much like the rifles wielded by the thralls of the Sith that had attacked Malachor V had brought to bare against her in such a manner that she panicked, wounded and broken. But, there was something about their shiny armour and interesting military personas that seemed to dehumanize them to her. She could feel the loving pulse of her garden giving her calm now. So as she slashed the controls of her pod, causing the barely slown down aircraft to slam into the roof of the facility like a meteor while Lady Marrow braced herself for impact, the pod would tear through the cealing, cries of surprised Mandos echoing out through the area before they were prepared for combat.

She was in... it was time to let the hunt begin~​

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[SF-3335]

Location: Narn Desert - Concord Dawn
Call Sign: Cyan Two
Tags: SID-10S "Sid"

Hours Before

Nixie very nearly jumped upon hearing the droid’s deep, mechanical voice from behind, her pointed hears having failed to register the sound of the automaton’s approach. Instead, a pathetic, high-pitched squeal erupted from her lips, to which she promptly covered her mouth as she turned around to face the towering KX-series unit. Her eyes went wide as she stared up into the droid’s beady photoreceptors, taking in the unit’s mechanical features, which closely resembled that of a human or Near-Human skull without the lower jaw.

Terrifying, to say the least.

Unfortunately, the droid’s attempt at allaying her consternation by lowering himself to her height had little positive effect, though Nixie did appear less stunned than she had only moments before. The diminutive walker pilot turned back to where her commanding officer was last standing, only to find that he had departed, thereby leaving her alone with the imposing automaton. Nevertheless, Nixie took a deep breath, fanning herself with her left hand as she did, before turning back to the droid.

“You can call me Nixie.” She began uneasily.

“Uhh, what kind of directive?” The Elzeri asked. “Like...could I direct you to ummm...play music or something? Or are you not that kind of droid?”

To say the least, up until now, Nixie had been under the perception that droids were only for starfighter pilots.

Present

“Good copy, Nine.” The Elzeri answered her droid guardian.

As Cyan Lance set off towards their objective, in the process splitting off from the other three lances, the hot desert air seemed to dance around them as a strong wind slowly developed amidst the desert. Naturally, the gust quickly picked up the fine particles of sand and dust, thereby rapidly creating the conditions of a sandstorm which grew to obscure visibility.

“This could be good or...bad.” Cyan Four commented over comms, her tone carrying a slight note of anxiety.

“Bad for the technicians, I would imagine. They won’t like having to pick sand out of the servos.” Nixie added, with a frown. “Switching to thermal optics. I think we can use the cover of the storm to move in on their flanks, but we’ll have to hurry.” She continued.

“Let’s keep a tight formation, folks” Cyan One directed, her voice cool and authoritative in spite of the storm. “The sand shouldn’t hurt our machines, they’re reliable enough to-”

“Registering contacts!” Nixie shouted. “I’m reading...repulsor vehicles, incoming! They’re fast!”

“Weapons free! Make sure they don’t flank the artillery walkers! Fire at will!”

The roar of the repulsorcraft charging across the sandy dunes echoed across the desert. Twelve in total came charging towards the lance, firing their repeating blasters as they closed in.

All the while, Nixie’s weapons hummed to life, powering being shunted into her laser cannons, which were capable of rapid fire and as such were more suitable to deal with the light vehicles than her electromagnetic cannons were. She was the first to open fire, casting forth a salvo of magenta beams at the second repulsorcraft in the incoming formation, striking home in a fiery explosion that disintegrated the Mandalorian pilot and reduced his vehicle to molten slag...

Spoiler: Loadout

• “Indrastra” Sith Eternal AT-PW
  • Modular Internal Chin Weapon Hardpoint (2)
    • Korriban-II Heavy Machine Gun
    • Korriban-II Heavy Machine Gun
  • Universal Mass Driver Nano Missile Launcher (2)
    • High-Explosive Nano Missile (20)
    • High-Explosive Nano Missile (20)
  • Universal Gas Dissipation System (2)
    • Pink Vapor
    • Nagnol Gas
  • Cargo and Pilot Gear
    • DS-101 “Venture” Multipurpose Protective Attire
    • X8 “Gambit” Elite Disruptor Pistol

 

[SID-10S "Sid"]

Location: Staging Area, Narn Desert - Concord Dawn
Call Sign: Cyan Nine
Tags: SF-3335

Hours Before

There was a contemplative pause as the droid allowed its programing to change the relevant date in regards to addressing its current organic subject. A preference in title. Not an uncommon theme among them, or among droids that developed personalities of their own. Though the latter was a hazard in all possible terms of the idea.

“Amendment-Greetings, En ex dash one eight one three, designation Nixie. I am Es dee es dash ten zero es, your assigned droid guardian. I shall be accompanying you from here on out. It will be agreeable to work alongside you, and your associated unit.”

The droid chirped cheerfully, ignorant of the fact that she had asked to be addressed simply as Nixie.

"As an example; Directives you may draw my attention to include but are not limited to a potential goal for the day, or several goals within a designated time of expected completion. Such as within the galactic standard hour, or galactic standard day or an expressly designated time frame. Aside from our impending objective regarding the planet designated, Concord Dawn, are there any relevant tasks you wish to perform before our deployment?"

The droid seemed confused by the request for music, the shutters of its photoreceptors sharply closing and opening before it responsed.

“At this time, I do not posses the relevant components to allow the, play music directive. However, should the appropriate and compatible components be made available, an upgrade to my operating systems could be performed to allow this if it is to your liking.”

Present

The droid was about to open the line again when another pilot spoke over the comms about the incoming sandstorm. SDS listened to the pair speak as he made another event based reminder to have himself and the accompanying droids checked post operation for their grommet seal integrity.

Sand always had a way of working itself into joints and servos. And a nasty way of working them down.

Attention was drawn to an oncoming assault on their position. A dozen repulsor craft with repeating blasters were fast approaching their position as the three droids shared targeting data from their positions before the other pair switched power to their auxiliary weaponry while SDS-10S powered the main gun.

The two droids opened fire with the smaller guns, aiming just short of the vehicles to attempt to steer them along a different course while slowly allowing their successive shots to become closer and closer to their targets with deadly accuracy. Relative target positioning data from three perspectives allowed them little margin for error as 10S charged the main gun and came to a halt behind the formation.

Laser fire singed the front panel as his sight set upon a target while the one beside it ignited into a lovely display from the outgoing fire from Cyan Two. The predicted path was not displayed on his sights but rather in his mind, the predictive processor working as the trigger broke like glass against the fine digit style manipulators DDS-10S had, the main cannon of his walker letting loose its ordinance.

The outgoing round whistled through the air as is surged forward. A direct application of artillery fire striking true as the repulsor craft in question became little more than slag slapping across the dunes. The high explosive round had shrapnelled the speedy vessel causing the repulsor generator to implode. Along with that, without a proper seal even the best armor wouldn't have saved the rider as over pressurization within the immediate area would have ensured a quick demise of the due to internal hemorrhaging, or possible loss of significant internal cavity stability.

The mandalorians did not falter though and hadn't even bothered to glance around them. Something that the droid had to give begrudging approval of as he pulled his vision away from the main gun sights and onto the auxiliary sights.

The barrel fizzled and popped as sand whipped through the air, causing small heat reactions as the main cannon cooled from firing. The power in the twin blasters surged while the legs released from their locked artillery position, a seemingly slow process as the sights followed the same trajectory of attempting to direct the oncoming assailants.

The AT-DT's were attempting to control the predicted path, pushing the riders into a different path to avoid their attentions.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

A trio of speeder bikes sped down an embankment overlooking a nearby farming village, its once idyllic setting marred by fire and death. They passed by many scenes of butchery; corpses strewn about the roads and fields, homesteads creaking as a raging inferno consumed them from within, and two groups of unarmed civilians set aside and under armed guard. The speeder bikes served around a bend in the dirt road, coming upon the village's center where a large contingent of black-armored soldiers was milling about.​

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At their head stood a cloaked figure, his features obscured by the heavy fabric he wore around his neck and head. The leader of the speeder bike trio dismounted his ride and approached the cloaked figure who turned to face him. Falling to one knee, the pilot began to speak;​

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"Milord, another village has been discovered to the East. Word has begun to spread and warriors have marshaled to defend this settlement, they await your arrival."​

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The figure replied, "It makes no difference," and then turned towards another soldier whose identifying markers were clear signs of his rank above the others, "Finish up here. Transfer the children to the overship, prepare the others for transport." The soldier, whose voice and face was masked by the helmet he wore, complied without any distinct tone of emotion and walked away to approach another small group who was sandwiched in between the two corralled groups of detainees.​

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One of these individuals was a Raykkan dressed in a crimson Imperial uniform without any discernable break in the fabric, a meek alien standing beside them and typing out every command that the Raykkan barked out. "The Master has deemed this harvest successful. He commands us to move the children to the nursery and prepare the slaves for transport." The Raykkan, cigar tucked between his lips, only nodded absently before continuing to speak to his underling.​

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The children were the more difficult to move, some of them resisted or were too shocked to comply. Those that failed to heed the soldier's orders were stunned unconscious and forcibly moved. The other group complied without objective, their blank expressions and empty eyes staring straight ahead as they were herded onto cargo vessels. With their minds wiped blank by the Derriphan, there was nothing left inside them to resist the commands of their captors.​

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Slowly, the contingent moved on from the ruined village. All that remained in their wake was fire and ash, a growing conflagration that consumed everything in its path.​

 

[SF-3335]

Location: Narn Desert - Concord Dawn
Call Sign: Cyan Two
Tags: SID-10S "Sid"

Hours Before

“How long would it take for you to obtain and install those components, Es dee es?” The short-statured Elzeri asked the crouched down KX-series unit.

“Ideally, could you do it before we arrive at Concord Dawn?” She asked, as a coy grin manifested across her features.

Present

The remaining ten repulsorcraft immediately split up, their pilots growing aware of the fact that they would likely be better served in doing so, as they would in turn, split the focus of the Sith walker lance. However, the method to their motion was quickly becoming clear, as many of the agile repulsorcraft sought to flank the lumbering artillery walkers, attempting to get under the powerful guns of the droid-operating machines. Fortunately, the two Assagais and Nixie’s singular Indrastra were much shorter than the AT-DTs, in addition to being highly maneuverable, affording them a good ability to rotate in order to face their targets.

Not one to refuse an opportunity to show off, soon after blasting the second vehicle in the formation, Nixie began to charge a jump, the legs of her machine bent much like an individual preparing to do a static vertical leap, all the while, smoke emanated from her walker as the waste heat from the process was vented away.

Then, after two seconds, her walker jumped.

With a loud, powerful boom the Elzeri pilot launched her Indrastra into the air, the jump jets working to further propel the machine to a greater height, up to 35 meters. As she did, Nixie carefully guided her upward trajectory, quickly making the necessary adjustments for what she intended to do…

Then, as the Indrastra reached the apex of its jump, Nixie engaged to jump jets in reverse and set the density projector to full power, thereby increasing her machine’s weight to a significant degree while also increasing the velocity at which the walker was pulled back to the ground. The stunt culminated in a powerful slam, her walker’s mechanical feet coming down on top of one of the Mandalorian repulsor vehicles, pulverizing both the machine and its hapless pilot in a fiery explosion owing to a pure and violent expression of kinetic force.

Fortunately, her shields absorbed most of the energy released from the blast. Nevertheless, while the Indrastra and the Assagai were both very much capable of executing such aggressive stunts, the technicians (And potentially the droid guardians, as well) rarely, if not never, liked it when the pilots did them.

“Aww, look's like he's dead! Es dee es play Despacito!”

Spoiler: Loadout

• “Indrastra” Sith Eternal AT-PW
  • Modular Internal Chin Weapon Hardpoint (2)
    • Korriban-II Heavy Machine Gun
    • Korriban-II Heavy Machine Gun
  • Universal Mass Driver Nano Missile Launcher (2)
    • High-Explosive Nano Missile (20)
    • High-Explosive Nano Missile (20)
  • Universal Gas Dissipation System (2)
    • Pink Vapor
    • Nagnol Gas
  • Cargo and Pilot Gear
    • DS-101 “Venture” Multipurpose Protective Attire
    • X8 “Gambit” Elite Disruptor Pistol

 

[Darth Ahriman]

Location: Concord Dawn.
Objective: Assault and raid the Protectors Camp.
Starship: The Chimera.
NPC's: Sigma-Five-Delta.

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A new assignment had been handed down to Valen by his Master Zeptepi Zambrano in support of the Sith Empire's Occupation Force of Concord Dawn; There, he was to accompany Sigma-Five-Delta and eradicate the known Mandalorian Protectors Camp, a symbol of law and order under Mandalorian governance in the region.

According to Sith-Imperial Intelligence, the Mandalorian's had weakened over the recent years and no longer was the Empire prepared to allow foreign powers the potential of closing in on their borders. The expansion was needed, both for the security of Dromund Kaas, but also for the revitalization and strengthening of Concord Dawn.

Those among the Mandalorians that survived long enough to impress, might be given mercy enough to join the ranks of the Sith-Imperial Legion and earn their way back to glory. Otherwise, they were to be culled with the rest of the dissidents refusing to accept the Sith-Imperial Rule.

TIE Fighter's screamed passed the Chimera as it descended towards the landing zone, the star-fighters opening fire on the compound and laying waste to any persons outside of the facility itself, giving adequate cover for the Corvette to land and together alongside the Squadron of Legionnaires, Valen stepped out into the open air.

Valen's lightsaber blazed into ignition at the sight of Mandalorian reinforcements leaving the main building and opening fire upon him and the rest of Sigma-Five. Weapons fire echoing overhead as green and red bolts zipped past the Sith Acolyte, and those that threatened to hit him were swiftly deflected back in the direction of the enemy.

The Dark Side surged around him, strengthening his hold over the immediate environment and dissolving any feelings of sympathy for those that were to be culled in the name of the Sith Empire.

 

[Deius Koman'na]

Deius Koman'na
Location: Concord Dawn
Actions: Contemplate

The air rushed through his hair, his feet slamming into the dirt below desperate to keep Deius moving as quickly as possible. Eyes wide as he scanned the area in front him, moving his body effortlessly between several fallen trees. His arms pushed him up and over, then twisting his legs he launched himself beneath another fallen tree before sliding to a stop. Breathing in deeply, the air was crisp and the wind gently pushed his hair. The mellow sway of the branches around him robbed his attention for a moment before Deius refocused on his breathing again.

A shiver ran down his spine, his fingers trembled when a tear droplet landed on the palm surface. Several followed before Deius pushed his hands to his face to stop the torrent of his tears. Sucking in air, he rubbed his eyes with his forearm and calmed himself further by leaning against the tree behind him. It was a strange feeling for him, the sense of release and most importantly allowing himself to be vulnerable with himself.

Fear was a new emotion that he had to contend with over the past few months, after his escape to Mandalore, Deius had figured he could relax for a moment. But the darkening cloud of war continued to move, to consume Mandalore. So he figured Concord Dawn could bring him a sense of peace, and for several days it had but with the great machines of war appeared overhead in the atmosphere Deius knew what it all was going to head. Even when he had been a slave, he hadn’t been ignorant of the galactic affairs in a general sense.

Perhaps it was luck that the Union fell when it did, the scramble of the many great war machines of the galaxy sped ahead to take what it could. It allowed for Deius to conduct his escape, but now he was alone once more and stuck with an impossible choice. If I could call it a choice. He knew to escape this galaxy’s continuous warring state it would mean to leave this plane of existence.

Breathing in deeply, he sat on the ground and stretched out his tired legs. Deius figured the recruitment drive from the Sith had already begun, and knew that enlistment was far better than forced conscription.
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[Kalt Bruq]

Kalt's anger and agitation built as the dropship neared the surface. He considered the route of conquest he was just on. Not just a year before was the Empire and himself at the door step of a previous Mandalorian faction, conquering it much like they were doing now. In the time of his being sequestered to silent study, the Empire had lost this territory again, to another faction of Mandalorians. Not that he was extremely important, but Kalt felt agitated at how his efforts meant little in the long-term. He could have been here to hold it against the tide of the Empire's enemies. He could have maintained the glory he had won in those battles before, but instead it was taken from him. And now he was here again. He won't allow progress to be lost without fighting it himself.

He watched Alisteri as he hyped the troops for the coming battle. Priming them to fight, kill, and potentially die in service to them. "For the Empire!" Kalt called out, in concert with his fellow Acolyte. From what little he knew, he recognized that Darth Sanguis might have some kind of relationship with him, although he didn't go out of his way to ask her about it. He would need to be careful if he wanted to prod for information from him too, but there would be other chances to do that.

As the ship landed, Kalt created an illusion that would make the ship appear to be a length adjacent to where it actually was to observers. He had done this before when he and Darth Sanguis descended upon Malachor to defend it from the Warlords of the Sith. The intention being to direct fire away from the actual ship itself. Once the doors opened, he charged out along with the others, releasing the illusion once they had cleared the vehicle and there was no need to protect it. He'd let the pilots figure out a way to ascend from the LZ on their own. Kalt ignited his lightsaber and charged along with the others, keeping an eye out for ambushes or opportunities. Hopefully, they wouldn't have too much opposition, after all, the world was practically theirs already. The more Mandalorians he can recruit, the better he'd look to his Master.

"Did Darth Sanguis inform you of any opposition or opportunities to recruit?" He asked Alisteri.

[ Darth Strosius ]​

 

[SID-10S "Sid"]

Location: Staging Area, Narn Desert - Concord Dawn
Call Sign: Cyan Nine
Tags: SF-3335

Hours Before

There was another pause. Processors whirred as their photoreceptors focused and unfocused before the droid looked back to her.

“Alterations can be completed in short order. I will return to the assigned weapons platforms when the upgrades are complete.”

Present

The assailing group did not relent, daring to close the distance still as Cyan Two made a maneuver that showed the strength of their walker's leg construction. However it did call into question how often the pilot had done such a move given the ease at which they had performed the daring trick.

Something the droid quickly made a note of as the repeating blaster fire danced along the bottom edge of his walker and came dangerously close to where he was positioned. Something akin to annoyance prompted the guardian droid to pull off it's own move as the legs folded down and the walker stopped dead in it's track.

One of the repulsorcraft took the opportunity, even with the focused fire from around them to attempt to close the distance and disable the walker. The main cannon pointed skyward, the top assembly spinning as the droid stuck the gear to rotate while they calculated momentum and timing before launching itself from the seat.

The repulsorcraft pilot witnessed the strange scene, attempting to manually override the aiming system as a shadow descended on the vehicle before a heavy clang erupted. SDS-10S stood atop the rear portion, manipulators sharply pointed as it's hand dove into the top plate of the engine assembly and yanked on everything in the way.

The engine sputtered before the on board weapon spun around to aim at the droid as it's shoulders opened up upon hearing the request from his assigned organic. Two miniature speakers began to work as music emanated from the droids shoulders, though it did not stop the droid from dropping to all fours as the music picked up.

The cannon attempted to lock onto the droid, it's manipulators tearing small holes into the plating as it attempted to keep it's grasp and outmaneuver the weapon. Eventually it gave up the chase, closing the distance between the extended cannon and itself before knocking the stand off with a swift bipedal pack animal kick.

An irritable chirp came from the droid, scorch marks chipping the paint across it's torso as it scrambled across the surface of the off-kilter craft and began punching the viewport where the pilot was.

The other two AT-DT's were keeping themselves close to their escorts while the droid had seen fit to make a nuisance of itself.

 

[Raviss Kell]

Objective: 2
Location: Protectors Camp, Concord Dawn
Post: 1

While Valen and Sigma-Five Delta were pre-occupied dealing with the garrison at the camp, Raviss had been dispatched by her master, Grand Moff Decimus, to bring forth the first wave of reinforcements sent to both aid the initial attack and then secure the area afterwards so a proper foothold could be established to wage further operations against Mandalorian forces in the surrounding areas. A trio of C-9979 Landing Craft, escorted by wings of HMP Droid Gunships carrying their own troops, descended down from orbit. The landing craft moved to touch down at the camp's outskirts in a flat grassy plain.

Meanwhile, the gunships proceeded to carry out aerial support for Valen and his troops, bombarding enemy emplacements with missile fire before dropping off squads of BX-series Command Droids to support their attack. The agile droids were more than an equal match for any of the Protectors, skillfully cutting them down with a mixture of blaster fire and well placed blows from their vibroblades in close quarters.

As the first landing craft made landfall, it quickly extended it's boarding ramp. Raviss slowly descended it, wrapped in her cloak. She was tailed by a pair of IG-100 Magnaguards who served as her unquestioningly loyal bodyguards. A large number of B1 Battle Droids, as well as Multi-Troop Transports carrying more followed behind her as they made their way towards the camp...

Valen Arenais

 

[Telis Taharin-Zambrano]

It had been quite some time since the shadowy Lord of Ambition had once again made his appearance upon the galactic stage. Since the twice-defence of Ziost and Tiss’sharl, and his marriage soon thereafter, Telis had made himself scarce from the public eye, as strange as it may seem. While often the first to flaunt himself in any given capacity, Telis’s disappearance was sudden and without trace, as though he himself became a ghost, much as the lineage of the Taharin bloodline had. For perhaps months or a year, Telis had become nothing more than a whisper, a rumor of a man shrouded within the chambered halls of the Sith Imperial engine. In his absence he had written, planning and replanning, writing and categorizing and creating new plots when the battles he traced in his mind failed.

But nothing can stay in the shadows forever, and nothing is ever truly dead.

When the call came out for the Sith to reclaim Concord Dawn and return the Mandalorians to the place they belong, Lord Aagenti was the first to attend the call. Shrouded in his plate, the once-Coruscanti had returned to the central stage changed, shifted fundamentally. He had become an expert in pushing back the corruption of the Dark Side of the Force, but even his alchemy had limits… and as he grew in power, so too did his corruption evolve, festering beneath his skin until not even masks could contain the beginnings of this strange new metamorphosis. It was why this new draconian, serpentine Telis had sought to join the march on Concord Dawn - not for the sake of ruin, but for the sake of his own pursuits. He refused to let the Force control how he metamorphosed, and he would find a way to reclaim control, and show to the world once again that he was master of all in his domain.

And if the solution were to lie in Mandalorian blood and surrogate bodies, then so be it.

A small fleet of Telis’s own compliment touched down far from the central pursuits of the Sith Empire and the forceful reclamation of the world. The small fleet of landing shuttles touched down against the grass of the world, disturbing the stillness of the knoll and alighting it with movement. The doors to the first shuttle open, and Darth Aagenti walked out, half-clumsily as he adjusted to newly permanent legs, his tail dragging limply against the grass. Carrying no weapons with him save for his saber-staff, Telis relied on the weapon now more as a support as he tried to understand his footing, hissing beneath the ornate helmet of his hallmark armor. Alongside him a handful of his own personal Commandos appeared, marching in grim and solitary silence behind their lord.

Telis had come to Concord Dawn for the same reason that others in the past had arrived here: a cast. Far off in the distance he could see the outline of a remote Mandalorian village, quiet with life and not yet knowing of the coming Sith storm to the planet. It was one of the few remote places where he could wrap his cla- hands. Where he could wrap his hands around somebody worthy of being clone-casted and turned into a reusable body for him to reshape as his own. Trudging onwards with a single hissed order for his legion to follow, Telis quelled the fear and doubt in his heart. He tried to silence the voices that made him question whether he would succeed or not… and he tried to kill the fear of questioning what exactly was happening to him.

He must remain in control. Always.

If not for himself, then at the very least for Grigore.