Vilaz Munin
Aliit Alor
Location: Mandalore’s Orbit
Allies: Sith
Enemies: Not my Mandos
Tags: [member="Gilamar Skirata"]
Objective: Victory
The corridors of the Kote, Vilaz’s Mythosaur dreadnought given to him in the times of Ra’s rise to power, were decorated by warriors clad in crimson armor. The color red in his culture when applied to armor symbolized honoring a parent, and while many of them had parents to honor that symbol held no value amongst them. It only meant war and the blood to be spilled; the clanging of metal; and the bones to be crushed. He once was Akaan for the Mandalorians, and his clan was honorably named as the Vanguard of the Clans. They were always the first ones to enter battle and the last ones to retreat from it. Always they’d paint in red, seeing themselves as the heralds of war to their enemies with Vilaz leading his disciples.
Though it was rather unfortunate that they’d bring the war to Mandalore with the Sith at their side.
Forgive us...or rather forgive them
He had not known if his actions would spit insult on the great forerunners of his culture and other great warriors that have stepped foot into the Galaxy. Never in his life would he imagine participating in an event like this. But what else could he have done? The Empire of the Infernal had tossed away tradition ever since the Red Coronation. Her subjects praised her as a god whole forgetting the codes of their people that had been established for millennials. A stone would understand more than those subjects of her.
The young warriors in his ranks were excited and very enthused about today. They’d see Mandalore liberated from Yasha’s grip; however, Vilaz knew the consequences of the battle today and perhaps others that have breathed as much as he did.
”Alor, I’ve just been in contact with the Sith. Everyone and their mothers are heading towards Sundari, will we join them?”
The great desert of Sundari, not only was it host to the disastrous government of the New Mandalorians during the Clone Wars, but also was the spark of Ra’s crusades. Where he was gifted the axe he carried in his hand.
”No, they can maintain themselves without us. If so, they wouldn’t claim their armies to be grand soldiers of the ‘verse. We will head to Keldabe, have the men ready before planetfall.”
The order was acknowledged and the officer proceeded in giving orders to unit commanders. Warriors would ready their equipment before boarding up dropships and other shuttles of transportation. Vilaz would not join them in those vessels. He had his own method.
”Parjai!”
Seconds later a besalisk war droid came before him in the hangar bay, heeding the call of its master. She had served him for many years dating back even before Ra.
”We’re coming home.”
And proceeded to mount himself on the behemoth droid. Reports came to him that the Sith fleet had broken through Mandalore’s shield gate with Imperial Legionnaires now rushing for the surface. That was their signal to also rush for Mandalore’s earth. And so shuttles and dropships would fly out being escorted by fighters. Vilaz leading them on his war droid while evading battery fire from capital ships and the armament of hostile fighters.
Only moments before the cries of war would reach Mandalore.
Allies: Sith
Enemies: Not my Mandos
Tags: [member="Gilamar Skirata"]
Objective: Victory
The corridors of the Kote, Vilaz’s Mythosaur dreadnought given to him in the times of Ra’s rise to power, were decorated by warriors clad in crimson armor. The color red in his culture when applied to armor symbolized honoring a parent, and while many of them had parents to honor that symbol held no value amongst them. It only meant war and the blood to be spilled; the clanging of metal; and the bones to be crushed. He once was Akaan for the Mandalorians, and his clan was honorably named as the Vanguard of the Clans. They were always the first ones to enter battle and the last ones to retreat from it. Always they’d paint in red, seeing themselves as the heralds of war to their enemies with Vilaz leading his disciples.
Though it was rather unfortunate that they’d bring the war to Mandalore with the Sith at their side.
Forgive us...or rather forgive them
He had not known if his actions would spit insult on the great forerunners of his culture and other great warriors that have stepped foot into the Galaxy. Never in his life would he imagine participating in an event like this. But what else could he have done? The Empire of the Infernal had tossed away tradition ever since the Red Coronation. Her subjects praised her as a god whole forgetting the codes of their people that had been established for millennials. A stone would understand more than those subjects of her.
The young warriors in his ranks were excited and very enthused about today. They’d see Mandalore liberated from Yasha’s grip; however, Vilaz knew the consequences of the battle today and perhaps others that have breathed as much as he did.
”Alor, I’ve just been in contact with the Sith. Everyone and their mothers are heading towards Sundari, will we join them?”
The great desert of Sundari, not only was it host to the disastrous government of the New Mandalorians during the Clone Wars, but also was the spark of Ra’s crusades. Where he was gifted the axe he carried in his hand.
”No, they can maintain themselves without us. If so, they wouldn’t claim their armies to be grand soldiers of the ‘verse. We will head to Keldabe, have the men ready before planetfall.”
The order was acknowledged and the officer proceeded in giving orders to unit commanders. Warriors would ready their equipment before boarding up dropships and other shuttles of transportation. Vilaz would not join them in those vessels. He had his own method.
”Parjai!”
Seconds later a besalisk war droid came before him in the hangar bay, heeding the call of its master. She had served him for many years dating back even before Ra.
”We’re coming home.”
And proceeded to mount himself on the behemoth droid. Reports came to him that the Sith fleet had broken through Mandalore’s shield gate with Imperial Legionnaires now rushing for the surface. That was their signal to also rush for Mandalore’s earth. And so shuttles and dropships would fly out being escorted by fighters. Vilaz leading them on his war droid while evading battery fire from capital ships and the armament of hostile fighters.
Only moments before the cries of war would reach Mandalore.
